The sound of firecrackers clearly spread to the prison, and a prison guard brought the food box in and lit up an oil lamp closest to them in the aisle. "Brother Jiang, Mr. Jiang Er has sent someone to deliver dumplings to you."

My younger brother is the second master, he is the eldest brother... Jiang Song stood up, "Thank you, Junjun, you can use some of them together, right?"

"My brother has it, you can eat it while it's hot." The Jiang family always gave two meals, and the jailer was very satisfied with this.

Jiang Song took his two children to wash his hands, opened the food box and put the dishes into the prison and placed them on the table. The fragrance of dumplings spread, causing many people to swallow in the darkness. The person in the cell on the right could not wait to pull open the wall tiles and wait for the meal.

Jiang Song had heard his nephew say that the old man next door had some friendship with his master, so he asked Jiang Ling to bring him a plate of dumplings.

After a few breaths, Jiang Ling heard the sound of "pop" and rinsing his mouth. The man knocked on the wall and whispered a warning, "It's poisonous."

Jiang Ling was frightened and turned around to seize the dumplings that Jiang Sanlang was about to put into his mouth. There was something faster than him. A stone flew in and hit Jiang Sanlang's right hand. Jiang Sanlang took off his chopsticks with a "Ouch" and the dumplings fell on the table.

Jiang Song shivered in fear and looked at the undressed prisoner in the prison opposite. Jiang Ling looked carefully at the dark cell opposite. Seeing that the people inside were no longer moving, he sat at the table with his back to him, took out the silver needle hidden in his sleeve and inserted it into the dumplings. After a moment, he pulled out and found that the silver needle had turned black.

"This..." Jiang Sanlang just shouted a word and was covered by Jiang Ling's mouth. Jiang Song was so scared that his back was covered with cold sweat.

Jiang Ling whispered, "Uncle, what should we do?"

"Ah?" Jiang Song, whose hands and feet were cold, was now full of his head. What would they look like if they ate poison dumplings?

Seeing that he could not count on his uncle, Jiang Song told Jiang Sanlang, who was rubbing the back of his hands, not to speak out, and ran back to the east wall and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what poison?"

The guy who was almost poisoned there was also anger, "Arsenic, water!"

Jiang Ling sent a bowl of water, and the sound of rinsing his mouth came from there.

When Jiang Song heard that there was arsenic in the dumplings, he asked half a beat, "Where is the soup?"

Jiang Ling had just pulled out the silver needle and wanted to try dumpling soup. Another footstep was heard outside the prison. The prison guard came in with a food box and placed it in front of the prison. "Brother Jiang, another serving is sent from the mansion."

Jiang Song was stunned for a moment and hurried over and asked, "Have Jun eaten the dumplings in the food box just now?"

"There is less meat." The jailer complained.

Seeing his red face, Jiang Song felt relieved and smiled reluctantly, "I'm eating lightly. The ones I'm sending this time should be full of meat. Thank you for your hard work."

"Why are you welcome? I'll give you a few more boxes." After the jailer turned around and left, Jiang Song slowly opened the food box and looked at the steaming dumplings inside, his eyes turned red. Because the shape of the dumplings was obviously from his mother's hand, this was the dumplings sent from the mansion.

Just a little short...

Just in case, Jiang Song asked Jiang Ling to try each dumpling. After confirming that it was not poisonous, he gave a portion to the cell on the right, and then sent a plate to the front of the prison. He said to the prisoner who saved his son with stones on the other side, "Brother, should you eat some dumplings?"

The people in the prison opposite were motionless. The old man named Liu Qu on the left pulled out the railing and stretched out his hand, "Uncle, how about he doesn't eat it for the old man to taste it?"

Jiang Song silently handed the dumplings over and returned to the low table and looked at them in a daze. Saburo sniffed and whispered, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Jiang Song, who had no appetite, nodded and said, "Eat."

Seeing his son filling in his mouth with dumplings one by one, Jiang Song smiled and picked up a dumpling for his nephew, "Ling'er also eats it."

Jiang Ling had no appetite, but she didn't want to lose to Jiang Sanlang, so she forced herself to eat one more than him before stopping her chopsticks.

After drinking a few hot dumplings, Jiang Song wrapped himself in the quilt and thought about who was going to kill them, and what benefits would he get from doing this.

In the palace, Emperor Jinghe brought his ministers and relatives to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth, and then had a banquet with all the ministers in Xuande Palace; Empress Kang also invited the female relatives of various prefectures in her Huachun Palace, and laughed and jostled everywhere in the palace, which was very lively.

On the first day of the New Year, the wind was sunny, and the young emperor sat in the hall, recalling the past and looking at the future, there were constant stand up and praise for the long live, which made Emperor Jinghe laugh and the palace was filled with peace.

Du Hai'an looked at Duke Jingguo who was living in front of him. Just when the Censor and Jingzhao Yin mentioned interesting stories in the capital to coax the emperor to show their beauty, Duke Jingguo just listened quietly and did not mention Jiang Feng's incident.

He did not mention it, and Du Hai'an did not mention it, and he talked about gossip with Tao Sizheng, the Minister of Rites sitting next to him.

When Emperor Jinghe thought of the rise of peace and prosperity in all directions, the ministers bowed down the mountain and shouted long live. When Du Hai'an touched the ground with his head, he heard Xiao Junping, the minister of Dali Temple on the other side, whisper, "Twenty."

How many times did you kowtow after the banquet began? Du Hai'an smiled as he stood up, "Mr. Xiao is in great interest."

Xiao Junping laughed, "Not as good as Lord Du."

Du Hai'an, who was calm in the morning, smiled and heard Duke Jing finally speak, "Long live, I have something to report."

"Please speak with the Duke of the State." Emperor Jing He was very polite to his father-in-law.

Respect the country and be fair, "My dog ​​son, I sent me a letter back to me a few days ago..."

He heard that he was talking about family affairs, and the ministers who listened quietly lost interest and whispered again. However, Du Hai'an listened extremely seriously to Duke Jing's nonsense and said, "A deputy general named Zhong Lei in the camp presented a portion of meat called meaty to the dog, saying that his cousin thought that although this thing was made of meat, it was very easy to store and did not rot for several months, and could be used as military rations."

Food and grass are a major event. The meat that has not rotted for several months immediately aroused the interest of Emperor Jinghe. "The Duke of the State will explain in detail."

"I brought a portion into the palace, please stay tuned." Duke Jing presented a box of meat crispy with both hands. When he heard about the food, all the officials were interested. Du Hai'an cared more about who was the cousin of Zhong Lei, the deputy general in the camp.

When the eunuch presented the wooden box to the jade table and opened it, Jing Hedi looked at the rotten and soft meat inside with great curiosity, "Can this thing not rot for several months?"

"yes."

Before the emperor said anything, the right prime minister Qin Tianye spoke, "It is not surprising that the meat will not rot for several months after being smoked and marinated."

Gong Jingguo replied, "The meat is hard and needs to be chopped and cooked when eaten, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive; the meat is crispy and easy to eat, and it is more convenient to carry."

"The smoked and marinated meat can be put directly in the mouth. The old man needs to be chopped and cooked before eating it." Qin Tianye replied.

The right prime minister means that the Duke Jingguo can't bite his flesh when he is old? All officials dare not make a sound, and the atmosphere in the hall becomes tense.

On one side is his uncle and father-in-law. When Emperor Jinghe was hesitating about what to do, the left prime minister and the grand tutor Yin Qian made a smooth move. "Jingguo Duke and Qin both made sense. According to the old minister, it is not a bad thing to choose from for food. Please give me a spoonful of meat and paste to the old minister to try?"

Emperor Jinghe immediately ordered the eunuch to send the meat pastry to his mentor, "Please use it for the Grand Tutor."

After eating it, Taifu Yin smiled and said, "Long live, this meat melts in your mouth, which is very suitable for old ministers to have bad teeth."

Huang Tong, the Minister of War, also became interested, "Long live, can you give me some to the generals to taste?"

After Huangtong, several court officials from the Duke of Jingguo asked to taste it, and the hall became lively again. Emperor Jinghe asked the eunuch to divide the meat pastry. The generals ordered and praised it, saying that the meat pastry could be used as military rations, especially when it was cold and freezing.

A court official asked Duke Jingguo, "I don't know if there is such a thing on the market? I will want to buy some back and respect my mother."

Huang Tong sincerely sighed, "A person who can make meat like this is also a genius."

Duke Jingguo smiled, "Maybe this strange man, you all recognize him, is the Wailang, the member of the Ministry of Rites' Essence and Food Department, Jiang Song."

When Gong Jing mentioned Jiang Song, Meng Huizhou's face changed.

In addition to Meng Huizhou, the commander of the Xicheng Military Commander, Yu Changjin.
Chapter completed!