Jiang Zhao and Simubai, as well as Jiuqi and Wei Xiang, walked home together.

At home, Nanny Ding has prepared a table of good meals and is waiting for them to go home.

Even though Jiang Zhao and Simubai had already eaten at the Qionglin Banquet, they still sat down and ate a little with them.

Everyone sat at the same table to eat together, which gave Jiang Zhao a feeling of home that he had not seen for a long time.

Since she had eaten just now, Simu Bai served her a bowl of soup.

Jiang Zhao took the soup, and Simubai carefully skimmed off all the oil foam.

Wei Xiang was not to be outdone and brought some side dishes to Jiang Zhao, so that Jiang Zhao could eat some side dishes while drinking soup.

Jiang Zhao didn't notice the smell of gunpowder between the two of them. He drank the soup happily and occasionally teased Jiuqi.

After eating, several people returned to their rooms one after another.

Jiang Zhao counted the days and found that it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This world also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jiang Zhao was thinking about what gifts to prepare for Simubai. She and Wei Xiang, the master and servant, ate and drank from Simubai, and she also wore Simubai's clothes.

There is also Wei Xiang. He had saved up money for so long to buy her jewelry, and Jiang Zhao also wanted to give him a gift.

But what to give, Jiang Zhao had a headache.

A rich man like Si Mubai doesn't lack anything at all.

As for Wei Xiang, I don't see any hobbies in him on weekdays. He spends most of his time practicing.

There is also Jiuqi, everyone has given gifts, and Jiuqi cannot be left behind.

Naturally, Nanny Ding cannot be left behind.

But there are four people, and everyone wants to give the same gift, so it is really difficult to choose.

Jiang Zhao was wondering if he could give the same gift to four people.

Jiang Zhao sat at his desk, thinking hard, not knowing what gift to give for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The brush in my hand was scribbling unconsciously on the rice paper.

In the end, he still couldn't think of what gift to give, so Jiang Zhao decided to go for a walk to find inspiration.

Jiang Zhao walked to the garden. It was already late autumn, and all the flowers in the garden were almost withered.

Only the chrysanthemums are still blooming.

Seeing this chrysanthemum, Jiang Zhao thought of the colorful chrysanthemums he saw when he went to a chrysanthemum exhibition in his previous life.

Colorful chrysanthemum, as the name suggests, means one chrysanthemum has several colors.

However, the colorful chrysanthemum is not naturally conceived, but artificially cultivated later.

When the chrysanthemums are still in flower buds, soak the roots in water containing different dyes. Through the natural absorption of the chrysanthemums, the petals will show a variety of colors. However, this method will be slower and it may take a while for the chrysanthemums to start blooming.

Discoloration.

Moreover, this method also needs to test ph value, temperature, moisture, light and other factors, which is really too troublesome.

Another relatively simple method is to cut the flower diameter and insert them into different colors of water, which can also make the flowers change color.

This method is very fast and can change the color of the flowers overnight, but the disadvantage of this method is that it is difficult to keep the flowers fresh for a long time.

Jiang Zhao picked out a few of the brightest blooming flowers and folded them down.

Then I went to find a few cups, adjusted a few colors, cut the broken chrysanthemum rhizomes, and placed them in several cups.

Then she covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep. When she woke up tomorrow, she should be able to see the colorful chrysanthemums.

A night of silence.

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east again.

Because he was looking forward to whether the colorful chrysanthemum he made last night would be successful, Jiang Zhao got up early today.

The first thing I do when I get up is to check the chrysanthemums I made last night.

Several chrysanthemums are about to be dyed. Last night Jiang Zhao specially mixed each chrysanthemum with a different color.

Today she harvested several colorful chrysanthemums.

Shining brightly under the sun.

Jiang Zhao picked up a few chrysanthemums in the water cup. She planned to take them to the dining room and put them in a vase so that everyone could see the colorful chrysanthemums.

Jiang Zhao opened the door, and the sunshine immediately came in from the door mischievously and jumped onto Jiang Zhao's face.

It adds a bit of brilliance to Jiang Zhao's fair face.

Jiang Zhao walked through the garden with colorful chrysanthemums and wanted to go to the dining room.

It happened that Wei Xiang was practicing in the garden at this time.

Wei Xiang saw Jiang Zhao walking in the garden holding colorful chrysanthemums in his hands.

Just like a flower fairy growing in the garden.

Moreover, the chrysanthemum she held in her hand was a chrysanthemum that Wei Xiang had never seen before.

Usually chrysanthemums only have one color, but the chrysanthemum in her hand has five or six colors.

Jiang Zhao also saw Wei Xiang at this time, walked over and said hello: "Good morning, Zhong Qing."

Wei Xiang sat up from the ground: "Miss, good morning."

"Miss, this flower is...?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at the colorful chrysanthemum in his hand and said, "This is the colorful chrysanthemum I cultivated last night."

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Wei Xiang nodded: "It looks good."

Everything his young lady does looks good.

Jiang Zhao picked the one she thought was the most beautiful and handed it to Wei Xiang: "I'll give this one to you."

Wei Xiang took the chrysanthemum, still expressionless, but there were already ripples in his heart.

He put the flowers away properly and then asked: "Miss, where are you going?"

"I plan to go to the dining hall and put these flowers in the dining hall so that everyone can see them when they get up to eat." Jiang Zhao waved the flowers in his hand.

Wei Xiang said: "I will go with you."

So the two of them walked side by side on the way to the dining room.

When he came to the dining room, Jiang Zhao put colorful chrysanthemums in a vase and made a beautiful vase.

Just at this time, Aunt Ding had already prepared breakfast and brought it over. She was surprised when she saw the colorful chrysanthemums arranged by Jiang Zhao.

"Little miss, where did you get these flowers? They are so beautiful. I have never seen flowers with so many colors."

Because Jiuqi kept calling her little miss, Grandma Ding also called her little miss Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao said a little arrogantly: "It looks good."

Grandma Ding nodded, and then looked at the flower carefully: "This flower looks a bit like a chrysanthemum."

"This is cultivated from chrysanthemums." Jiang Zhao nodded and said.

Grandma Ding was very curious about how this flower was cultivated: "How was it cultivated?"

"Just cut the rhizome of the chrysanthemum and put it in several cups of different colors overnight."

"Is it that simple? I thought this chrysanthemum would be very expensive."

In ancient times, there were many people who loved flowers, and some expensive flowers were sold at sky-high prices.

"If the young lady sells these flowers, she will definitely get a good price." Grandma Ding suggested.

But Jiang Zhao doesn't have this idea. She has enough money now and is not short of money.

Aunt Ding rubbed her hands by mistake and said hesitantly, "Miss, can I grow these flowers myself and sell them?"

Her son is also a scholar and has always wanted to take the imperial examination.

But her family only earns some money by working as a servant here, which is far from enough for her son to study and buy books.

Grandma Ding looked at Jiang Zhao expectantly. She really needed money.

Jiang Zhao nodded: "Okay."

When Grandma Ding saw Jiang Zhao agreeing, she was so grateful that she was so excited that she could not speak.


Chapter completed!