Days pass by day and court meetings open day by day. Bai Jingyuan’s “simple working meal” is also served day by day.

"It's been half a month. Apart from white rice, I haven't eaten the repetitive dishes! You said, if I ask the king for a kettle, will he be willing or not?"

Even if you are a chef, you will specialize in one more thing. Like a chef, you will not only master many secret techniques, but also have almost all-round skills. It is really unheard of.

After hearing Jiang Liang's words, Zhang Jia did not answer, but rolled his eyes, which made Jiang Liang laugh.

Obviously, they all knew how much the king relied on the chef and would never give him the chef.

Speaking of which, so far, I haven’t heard anyone who can get someone from the king!

Last time, Liang Shu's assistant Shao Siko seemed to have fallen in love with a maid next to the king and said that she had a innocent smile. As a result, the king scolded him without hesitation, which made him unable to cover his face with his sleeves and retreat with shame.

This is not ruled out that Liang Shu deliberately arranged to test the king.

As the opportunities for getting along with each other increased, everyone became more and more confused, because they really couldn't figure out what kind of person the king was, and it was normal to try it out.

This also shows a problem: the king is very stingy in terms of slaves.

Since then, no one dared to ask the king for a request for a person. Jiang Liang's words were just a joke. After all, the situation in Chu State and Daji is different, so the king will not be bullied by the aristocratic family.

They gathered together to drink again, but because they were having a rest today.

Speaking of which, since the new king ascended the throne, it has become normal for half a month to take a day off. It is normal for colleagues to gather together to drink in groups of three or three.

This time they were not in the Zhang family, but in the Jiang family.

Compared to Zhang Jia, Jiang Liang prefers luxury. I don’t know if it’s because his position is more abundant.

Drinking at the Jiang family is absolutely impossible to have only rice and wine like in the Zhang family.

Here, even if there are only two masters, there are hundreds of servants serving musicians and dancers.

The silk and bamboo orchestra are pleasant to the ears, the dancers are pleasing to the eyes, there are a wide range of pictures on the table, and even the wine is also available.

If it were before, Zhang Jia would have felt sour when he saw such a scene from the Jiang family, because the Zhang family was the youngest and poorest among the four major families of Fenghuangtai. As the patriarch, if you want to maintain a decent life for the family, it would be impossible to drink with friends in private.

But now that I have experienced the king's feeding, and looking at these things, Zhang Jia feels that it's just that!

Let’s take a look! What are these big fish and meat on the table?

Vulgar!

It's really too vulgar!

Compared to the simple but not simple "work meals" of the king, it is simply the difference between a home prostitute and a princess!

Phoenix Terrace has been like this since ancient times. Whether it is a banquet or a private drink, it is just that the dancer is more beautiful and the musician is more skilled. Unlike the king, an ordinary thing can be done fresh and refined.

If I hadn't inquired afterwards, who would have thought that the can of vegetable soup that made people miss memorable was made after so many steps?

And that tofu, who would have thought that it was made of low-cost beans?

The king can turn decay into magic, but these kitchens who eat rice will only waste things!

Yes, now he is no longer jealous of the Jiang family's generous life. Instead, he feels that the Jiang family doesn't know how to live and is wasting so many good things!

I don't know where his sense of superiority comes from.

If Bai Jingyuan knew that these ministers were like this in private, he would be laughing out loud!

"I'm not hiding it, I'm still a little uncomfortable if I don't have to go to the palace today."

Withdrawing his gaze on the table, Zhang Jia held up the wine glass with a reserved tone, his tone neither salty nor light.

Jiang Liang knew that he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, because he was the same.

In the past half month, he has been looking forward to entering the palace every day, especially when the king's maid brought the tray up, that kind of expectation will reach the top.

What should I eat today? What should I eat tomorrow? What are the requirements for today’s dishes? Did you copy the dishes from yesterday when you went home? I don’t know how the king’s kitchen cooks, but the kitchen at home can’t make that flavor!

Such topics have never appeared in people like them before, but now court officials often discuss these in private. The most amazing thing is that when a group of colleagues talk about these things, they don’t care about the person they talk to, what title or position they are. The previous class barriers seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye!

If the dishes served at the banquet did not match the identity of the guests in the past, the guests would be dissatisfied. When we arrived at the king, after a day of hard work, everyone ate the same meal. Not only did it not cause conflicts, but it brought the relationship between colleagues closer, which was also very strange!

The ministers discussed these in private, but Bai Jingyuan didn't care. Anyway, the work meal was not for the ministers, but for him he didn't want to be hungry. As long as he was happy, no matter what they thought and said in private?

What he cares most now is that the wheat outside the city can be harvested!

Because after many years, a new king finally came, and the king was very concerned about farming. He has been staring at it since the spring plowing. Seeing the golden outside the city, the people at Phoenix Platform were all excited!

When the wheat ears turned yellow, they sent a respected representative to the palace, saying that they hoped that the king could come to watch this summer when the harvest was harvested this year. The king agreed, and they waited patiently. Seeing that the wheat ears had turned yellow, they were anxious! People from the palace said that the king would rest tomorrow and would go out of the city to watch the wheat harvest, and they would also cut a handful of them in the wheat field that grew best!

This news is so exciting!

After hearing this, the Chinese people who had worked hard for half a year, packed up their farm tools overnight and were almost so excited that they couldn't sleep all night!

They all tried their best to cultivate and maintain their care. The harvest this year is at least 30% more than in previous years. They all believe that the king will definitely choose his own wheat field!

The next day, just at dawn, the king's car frame left the city and headed straight to the northwest. Obviously, he had already chosen the best-growing wheat field.

The fields were located in other directions, and they all lowered their heads in a sad way. When they heard the soldiers beside the king shouting in unison: "This year is not good enough! Don't be discouraged! Maybe the king will come to your house next year?"

Yes! I didn’t choose this year, maybe I will choose next year!

The king is their king! The king is only eleven years old, and there will be so many years left in the future! Everyone has a chance!

Bai Jingyuan was sitting in the car, sweating profusely early in the morning, but when he looked at the shining eyes of everyone expecting a bumper harvest, he didn't feel hot at all.

After leaving the city, Bai Jingyuan came to the high-quality wheat field that Yang and Gongsun Quji chose unanimously. He raised the newly made sickle of the craftsman, bent down to cut a bunch of wheat, and handed it to the corporal official rice rice.

Yang was also very happy today. When he received the wheat handed over by the king, he immediately announced loudly: "Start the wheat harvest!"

Bai Jingyuan had already ordered the craftsmen in the palace to build thousands of sickles and selected the soldiers who came forward, and each one was divided. Now they have gone to help farmers cut wheat according to the area they had planned long ago.

When everyone learned that the king not only cut the wheat with his own hands, he also sent someone to help him seize it. Everyone was even more grateful. They didn't care about the unevenness in the ground and many small stones, they all knelt down and kowtowed, calling the "king" in the mountains.

The harvest season coincides with a lot of rain. The essence of summer harvest lies in the word "grab". Bai Jingyuan doesn't understand these, but those old farmers and seedlings understand. His biggest advantage is to leave professional matters to professionals and not doubt people. Since he set the tone of "grab" harvest, it would be better for him to make such arrangements.

Outside the Phoenix Platform was full of energy, and the golden wheat fields disappeared one after another. The children ran around the ground with small baskets and picked up wheat ears. When they ran hungry, they could also give them a luxury, pick up a handful of weeds in the fields, and cooked fire to roast wheat to eat.

When the sun was getting bigger, everyone was still full of passion and could not bear to go home to rest, so they heard the sound of gongs and the shouts of soldiers from the ridges of the fields:

"After getting new wheat, the king cooked soup cakes in the city. Today, those who cut wheat can go to eat regardless of their high or low status! Remember to bring your own dishes!"
Chapter completed!