Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

When Song Qingyuan woke up again, he found that he had already slept on the bed in the bedroom.

He sat up, looked around suspiciously, and called Jiang Duo who was guarding outside.

"Your Highness is awake?" As soon as Jiang Duo came in, the people behind him rushed to the kitchen to urge breakfast.

Song Qingyuan returned to the dormitory from the school grounds before he figured out why, he was puzzled for a while, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's the end of the day." Jiang Duo replied while helping Song Qingyuan change his clothes.

The end of time?

Song Qingyuan woke up a little bit, isn't it almost eleven o'clock?

But now he doesn't care about the shocking time, what he pays most attention to is what happened during the time he fell asleep, so that he who was originally in the school grounds fell asleep in the dormitory again.

Hearing Song Qingyuan's question, Jiang Duo hesitated for a moment before replying falteringly: "It was King Mobei who sent His Highness back."

Is it even mentioned?

It would have been rude to fall asleep in front of the other party, but he even asked the other party to send him back.

Just when Song Qingyuan was still struggling with today's faux pas, he heard Jiang Duo say something that shocked him even more without changing his face.

"What did you say?" Song Qingyuan gripped the towel that Jiang Duo handed over, and looked at him incredulously.

What did he hear just now?

He was actually carried back by Lian Ti himself!

Not to mention how many people will see him along the way, just being hugged by a princess is enough to make him feel ashamed and indignant.

Jiang Duo lowered his head with a guilty expression, obviously not daring to bear His Highness's questioning.

calm!calm!It's no big deal.

Song Qingyuan took a few deep breaths, and finally controlled his expression that was about to collapse.

He looked straight at Jiang Duo, gritted his teeth and asked, "Won't you stop King Mobei or wake me up?"

Let the other party hug him in the princess hug in front of the public, wouldn't he feel socially dead?

"The little one wanted to wake up His Highness, but the king of Mobei refused." Jiang Duo argued in a soft voice, "The king of Mobei... the little ones don't dare to disobey."

So just let me be hugged by the princess all the way?Song Qingyuan was furious, "Then why don't you bring a chariot?"

Don't dare to stop the king of Mobei, it's okay to let someone carry a sedan chair, right?

"Your Highness, you forgot that we walked there today and did not take a sedan chair." Jiang Duo reminded in a low voice.

He almost forgot, thinking that since he was exercising today, he didn't take a sedan chair, but walked over against the cold wind.

As for the man Lianti, he didn't look like he could ride in a sedan chair.

But won't you find someone to lift it up?

As if he understood the silent question in Song Qingyuan's eyes, Jiang Duo took the already cold towel in Song Qingyuan's hand, and then said: "King Mobei said, I don't know how long it will take to wait for the sedan chair to be brought over, I'm afraid His Highness will suffer." Feng Han immediately carried His Highness back."

Seeing Song Qingyuan sigh, Jiang Duo still did not forget to comfort him: "The road Mobei King brought His Highness back was deserted, even if someone bumped into him by accident, he would not dare to go out and publicize it."

Song Qingyuan looked at Jiang Duo who was still seriously comforting himself, and couldn't help but sighed again.

What he cares about is whether others will go out and talk nonsense?

Well, he does care.

But he obviously cares most about Princess Lianti holding him, okay?

He had only seen this plot in the romantic dramas watched by the little girls in the company, and now he brought himself and Lian Ti into it, it really felt awkward no matter how he thought about it.

Before he forgot about it, he didn't want to see each other again.

The ancients said: "It is shameful to escape, but it is useful."

So Song Qingyuan didn't say a word, after casually eating a few mouthfuls of breakfast, he hurried out of the palace and went to the braised meat shop he had just chosen.

He had noticed this place before when he was selling soap.

The interior layout of the shop is not very good, and the space is a bit too narrow, so it has been empty since the last shop moved to another house.

Lian Ti originally planned to choose another shop with a good location and a large space for Song Qingyuan, but he did not expect Song Qingyuan to reject it.

It's just a stewed meat shop, so there's no need to mobilize people so much.

Song Qingyuan felt that the pavement in front of him was very good.Although the place is a bit small, the stewed meat shop does not require customers to enter the shop to eat, just a stove with stewed meat in the back.

As for the table and counter for cutting meat, Song Qingyuan planned to place it on the side facing the street.When customers come to buy lo-mei, they can see the operation process clearly.

These things are all ready-made, Song Qingyuan gave orders in the morning, and the signboard of the Braised Meat Shop had already been erected in the afternoon.

At this time, Song Qingyuan Nan`Feng was in the shop, teaching the people around him how to make marinade.

These people listened very carefully, and even wrote down the sequence of each spice.

And these young people who listened very seriously were not outsiders, they were the apprentices of the cooks in Song Qingyuan's palace.

These chefs were well-informed, and when they heard that Song Qingyuan wanted to recruit some quick-witted people to learn how to cook stewed pork with him, they sent their apprentices here in a hurry.

Everyone was afraid that they would go late and make it easier for outsiders.

If it wasn't for Song Qingyuan's permission, even they themselves wanted to learn from Song Qingyuan's side.

Not to mention anything else, just the smell of the hot pot that Song Qingyuan cooked in the palace yesterday made them salivate.

After discussing with them, they planned to follow the method Song Qingyuan said and cook hot pot at their own home when they were free.

Although they can't afford fresh seasonal vegetables, cooking some dried vegetables can satisfy their hunger.

The spices for the braised pork were those that Song Qingyuan bought from the pharmacy.

These seasonings were used a lot when making meat floss in Muhetribe.The rest is barely enough to last the stewed meat shop for a year or so.

But if this shop is going to be open for a long time, this spice is really not enough.Not to mention that Song Qingyuan planned to cook beef jerky in autumn.

It is not a serious matter to buy from Yanyun or Nanzhou all the time.

Song Qingyuan thought about it, and included planting spices in his future plans.

But the most important thing now is to pass on the recipe of marinade to those around him.

"Do you remember the ratio of these seasonings?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Remember, remember." Several half-grown teenagers nodded their heads like pounding garlic.

"That's good, and I will add these spices to the marinade regularly in the future." Song Qingyuan said while wrapping the spices in front of him with gauze.

"Let us do this kind of thing." The little apprentice standing next to Song Qingyuan quickly took it over, and tied his mouth with a rope neatly.

This is done so that the seasonings put into the pot will not float everywhere.

If there is a prickly ash hidden in the marinated hairy belly, it will really make people uncomfortable for a while after eating it.

Although there is already a sauce similar to the soy sauce of the later generations, the flavor is quite different from the soy sauce of the later generations. Apart from the salty taste, there is no sauce aroma.

But now it was too late to start with sun-dried soy sauce, so he had to use it reluctantly.

Fortunately, this low-profile version of soy sauce has a good coloring ability. Song Qingyuan only put a spoonful in it, and the marinade already had a very beautiful color.

The method of making stewed pork is not complicated, but the recipe of the stewed material is rare, and Song Qingyuan heard this recipe from a partner by chance.He also tried it at home, and it tasted very good.

After confirming that these young apprentices had memorized the recipe clearly, Song Qingyuan left the stewed meat shop in a hurry.

He was in a hurry to go back to study the cultivation methods of these common spices, and naturally he didn't know that the smell of the stewed meat would attract countless people passing by.

After the waiter standing in front gave each of them a taste, they lined up to buy these offal offal, which they usually don't even look at.

In fact, there are a lot of local spices in Mobei, otherwise the meat they baked would not be so delicious. This time when making the braised pork, Song Qingyuan asked them to put some of them, and the marinade smelled very good.

The peppers now are still growing freely in the rainforest of which continent, and this world is slightly different from what Song Qingyuan knew in his previous life. When he measured the altitude angle of the sun in Huijing, he was a little uneasy.

But according to his own observation during this period, Song Qingyuan basically determined that this world should be the so-called parallel space.

It was normal to have some differences from the world he knew.

Because there was no chili, Song Qingyuan took some cornel instead.Although the taste is slightly different, it is better than nothing.

What he plans to plant this time are spices such as peppercorns and dogwood.

As for other plants like cardamom and fragrant leaves, most of them like a warm and humid environment, and the soil in Mobei does not meet the requirements for planting.

Song Qingyuan himself is completely a layman in terms of agriculture, so naturally he doesn't want to grow these plants in Mobei.

Cornel and Zanthoxylum bungeanum do not have high requirements on soil and precipitation. They are relatively drought and cold tolerant, and they are more likely to be planted in Mobei.

But in order to ensure their survival, Song Qingyuan still decided to pick a piece of land with better quality.It's just that he is not very familiar with places other than Wangcheng, and the last inspection only focused on a few places with serious salinization.But if you ask the relevant officials, you must go through repeated mentions.

But what happened this morning is still vivid in his mind, and he doesn't want to see each other at this time at all.

Forget it, anyway, there are still a few months before the planting season, so there is no need to worry too much now.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyuan retreated to his study with peace of mind.

A few days ago, Jiang Duo found a lot of fresh books for him, just to pass the time and escape the embarrassment of reality.

But the sky failed.Just in the evening, a servant came over and reported that Mobei King had a gift for His Highness.

After hearing Jiang Duo's biography, Song Qingyuan rubbed his brows sadly, and asked someone to come in.

The gift he needs most now is to make Lian Ti lose all memory of this morning.

The waiter came in carrying a brocade box several feet long.

Song Qingyuan subconsciously opened it, and it turned out to be a luxurious long sword inside.

It was Lian Ti who personally selected from countless weapons when he was resting this morning.

This sword is three points longer than ordinary swords, and even when the scabbard is pulled out, there is no trace of murderous intent, but it looks like a breeze and a bright moon.

But Song Qingyuan did not underestimate this sword because of this, if it is not mistaken, it should be a treasured sword that can be handed down from generation to generation.

Seeing him looking at the long sword carefully, the servant who gave the gift smiled and said: "This sword was forged by the most famous blacksmith in the previous dynasty. Our king also spent a lot of hard work to find this sword. I don't know His Highness. Do you like it?"

From the way he looks at the sword, it can be seen that he loves this sword very much.

Song Qingyuan picked up the sword, a little ready to move.

The hall is spacious enough for him to practice his skills.

The long sword drew a beautiful sword flower in Song Qingyuan's hand, and then amidst Jiang Duo's exclamation...

Cut off a corner of the table.

Everyone in the hall was astonished. They didn't expect Song Qingyuan, who looked frail, to be so familiar with the sword style, and his strength was not weak.But they still have to put on an air of composure.

Only Jiang Duo, who was standing aside, clutched his fragile heart, feeling overwhelmed with grief.

"Your Highness, do you know that this table...is made of a whole piece of agarwood!"

Jiang Duo's grief-stricken voice sounded as if it was Song Qingyuan who chopped the table not just himself, but himself.

But it's not difficult to understand, after all, it was the valuable agarwood that was injured.

Song Qingyuan, who is used to generosity, couldn't think of words to comfort the heartbroken Jiang Duo for a while, so he could only say in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if a corner is missing, the low couch in my room was scratched several times by Daju, no Are you still using it?"

Can that be the same!Jiang Duo shouted in his heart.

If it is scratched by a big orange, you can ask a painter to repair it, but a corner is missing, how can I restore it to its original state?

Song Qingyuan glanced at that poor and expensive table, and knew that his words were not convincing.

So, he smiled with a guilty conscience, held the sword in his arms, and said "I'll go see how much spice is left in the treasury", and quickly slipped out of the yard.

Only the servant and Jiang Duo were left in the hall looking at each other.

Xu Shi had already accepted this tragic fact, Jiang Duo sighed, and said to his servant: "Please also thank the King of Mobei for his kindness on behalf of our Highness."

"I understand." The servant didn't dare to wait any longer, so he quickly saluted and left Song Qingyuan's palace.

But soon, Song Qingyuan, who escaped unharmed, realized another problem.

In this situation, wouldn't it be great if he didn't go to the school tomorrow?After all, the opponent even brought the sword.

The long sword in his arms suddenly became hot...

The author says:

Long Sword: I, the famous sword, a token of love, understand?

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The stupid author thought he had a fixed time, so he went downstairs for a walk (eat) and bend (night) (night).Unexpectedly, I didn't press save.

Sorry for being late, Orz—

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!