"Have Daohua and Wenxiu returned from writing letters?"

When they heard that the housekeeper came to report, Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Li were both surprised.

Mrs. Yan said anxiously: "Where's the letter? Hurry, bring the letter!"

Butler Sun immediately handed over the safe letter written by Daohua: "The letters from the uncle, third master, and fourth master are with the master. When the master told me to go to the Yamen, he brought them back in person."

Mrs. Li asked while receiving the letter: "Have Wen Xiu, Wen Kai, and Wen Tao all written letters?"

Butler Sun nodded quickly: "Yes."

Mrs. Li gave the letter to the old lady and asked the old lady to read it first, then clasped her hands together: "Thank God, I can write the letter back. I think everything will be fine."

Here, Mrs. Yan had read the letter and learned that the four Daohua brothers and sisters were all well in Xingyun Mansion. The worry she had been worrying about was completely relieved. She kept chanting: "Amitabha, I have to fast this month. Thank you."

Bodhisattva bless the descendants of the Yan family."

Mrs. Li quickly said: "Mom, my daughter-in-law also wants to eat fast together."

The old lady handed the letter to Mrs. Li: "Go and talk to your third brother and sister. I'm afraid they haven't eaten well or slept well these days."

Mrs. Li nodded in agreement: "Mom, I'll send someone to talk to you right away."

Qianya.

Yan Zhigao took the letter from Yan Wenxiu and the others and read it several times, with disbelief still on his face.

In the letter, Yan Wenxiu and the others wrote in detail about the situation in Jiguang, and also talked about the prescription that Daohua had given to treat the plague.

The plague in Xingyun Mansion is under control, and they still use the prescription given by the eldest daughter!

At this moment, Yan Zhigao felt as if something had fallen out of the sky and knocked him unconscious.

The eldest daughter likes to read medical books. He has heard his mother and third brother mention this a few times, but he has never taken it to heart. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he has earned such a huge contribution to the Yan family.

Yan Zhigao read the letters again, reading each one carefully. After confirming that it was true, he took a long breath.

Just when the Yan family received the letter from Daohua brother and sister, the memorial from Xingyun Mansion was also sent to the capital.

Royal Palace.

The emperor looked at the information from Mrs. Xu's doctor and learned that he had found a prescription to cure the plague and that the plague in Xingyun Mansion had been brought under control. He immediately said the word "good" three times.

Below, several ministers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, because there were floods and plagues in Jiguang, the emperor often got angry. Today he reprimanded this person, and tomorrow he punished that person, which made them tremble every time they went to court.

Now that the plague is under control, it is really gratifying!

"Yan Zhigao..."

Looking at the person mentioned in the brochure, the emperor narrowed his eyes: "This name seems familiar!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "To inform the emperor, Yan Zhigao is the former magistrate of Xingzhou who developed high-yield grain seeds."

The emperor looked stunned and nodded: "I remember, it's this person. By the way, has Fenxi's grain output been reported this year?"

The Minister of Household Affairs replied: "We have already reported it, and the yield per mu of land where the new grain varieties are used has increased by almost one stone."

"Okay!"

The emperor shouted loudly, stood up, walked back and forth several times, and then said: "Since it is really high-yielding, we should promote the new grain varieties as soon as possible. By the way, give priority to those provinces in the north that were affected by the disaster."

As he spoke, he paused.

"This Yan Zhigao is actually a lucky general and deserves a good reward."

......

Xingyun Mansion, Xingyuan.

After half a month of treatment, Xiao Yeyang's health has almost improved, and Yan Wenkai can also run and jump. However, Dong Yuanxuan is still a little weak and needs to rest for a while.

One night, as soon as Daohua finished her work, she was pulled into the kitchen by Xiao Yeyang.

"Give!"

Looking at the steaming pimple soup on the table, Daohua was stunned and glanced at Xiao Yeyang in confusion.

Seeing Daohua's confused look, Xiao Yeyang had to remind him: "Today is the first day of August. Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Daohua's eyes lit up: "Today is my birthday!" As she said that, she lowered her head to look at the pimple soup on the table, then looked up at Xiao Yeyang, who looked slightly unnatural. An idea flashed in her mind, and she tried to test it.

Said: "Is this the longevity noodles you made for me?"

Xiao Yeyang nodded with a straight face, and said a little awkwardly: "I only got interested when I had nothing to do. It's the first time I did it, and I didn't do it well."

After hearing this, Defu couldn't help but look up at the sky.

For the bowl of pimple soup on the table, the master stayed in the kitchen this afternoon, which was quite leisurely.

The corner of Daohua's mouth twitched: "Xiao Yeyang, I think you may not have a clear understanding of yourself. You should be more confident. What you did is not bad, but very bad."

With that said, he sat down at the table.

After listening to Daohua's words, Xiao Yeyang thought that Daohua disliked his craftsmanship. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, this guy actually picked up the chopsticks and started eating directly.

Xiao Yeyang's heart tightened and he quickly asked: "Is it delicious? Oh, no, can it be eaten?"

He just took a bite of the lumpy rice flower. He was silent for a moment, swallowed the lump in his mouth, and then looked at Xiao Yeyang faintly: "Xiao Yeyang, since you are not sure whether this lump can be eaten, why do you want to eat it?"

Give it to me?"

Xiao Yeyang: "...I think you should eat longevity noodles on your birthday."

Daohua looked at the pimple soup in the bowl, which showed no trace of noodles at all: "...Is this longevity noodles edible or not?"

Xiao Yeyang's face froze and he looked at the gnocchi in the bowl: "To ensure that it is edible, I cooked it for a long time. I think it should be edible."

Daohua looked at the sticky noodle soup and sighed: "You are almost boiling it into a paste, it is definitely edible." At least it must be cooked.

Seeing the rice flowers and eating again, Xiao Yeyang felt embarrassed: "How about you stop eating?"

Daohua shook her head: "Why don't you eat it? You made this, and it's the first time you make it. I have to finish it with honor."

Seeing that Xiao Yeyang was a little embarrassed, he smiled again.

"Actually, the taste is not as bad as expected, but...did you mistake the sugar for salt? The pimple soup should be salty, but you made it sweet."

"However, I'm not picky, so just let it be sweet. I'll give it a try."

Seeing that Daohua was eating deliciously and not perfunctory with him, Xiao Yeyang slowly raised the corners of his mouth, feeling that all the busy work this afternoon had become meaningful.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry. If you think it tastes good, I'll cook it for you right away. The fire hasn't gone out yet."

"Ahem~"

Daohua accidentally choked and then started coughing.

Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang quickly stood up, walked to Daohua, and patted her on the back.

After coughing for a while, Daohua felt much better and quickly said to Xiao Yeyang: "No, I'm full after eating this bowl."

Sweet pimple soup... Although I can eat it, I will get tired of it after eating too much!

Xiao Yeyang looked at the rice flowers and was silent for a while: "Well, this time, my hands are indeed a little rusty. I will be fine next year."

Daohua suddenly became alert.

Will you come again next year?
Chapter completed!