"It's too much, it's really too much." Empress Changsun told the truth. There were only seven people in her palace, including the maids and eunuchs. Even she and her maids, there were only ten people in total.
Ten people have one thousand kilograms of cold melon, which means each person has more than three kilograms every day.
Even if you eat this as food, you won’t be able to finish it.
"The emperor's sister-in-law is the mother of a country, so naturally there should be more. The small cold melons are very sweet, so the emperor's sister-in-law can use them to reward some ladies. I also asked the emperor's sister-in-law to decide the number of the four concubines. This time I transported six thousand small cold melons.
Jin, one hundred thousand jins of cold melons. Presumably the eunuch in charge must have finished counting them and prepared to put them into storage by this time."
One hundred thousand catties of cold melons, Empress Changsun could only accept it with a smile.
One hundred thousand kilograms, piled up at the side entrance of the palace, was a mountain of cold melons. If there were no trains, just transporting the goods from Qin Wangzhuang to Chang'an City would have required 200 carriages.
When the eunuch in charge heard that this was only for this month, the first thing that came to his mind was not to benefit from it, but to worry about whether these cold melons could be preserved. With such a huge number, the upper eunuch in charge would definitely check the accounts, and even the concubine in charge of the harem's accounts would also
He knows how to check, and even the queen can ask questions.
Sure enough, before the storage was completed, the Queen's warrant had already arrived.
"When it is put into the warehouse, it must be damaged. First pick out a thousand kilograms of damaged cold melons, and reward them for sharing with the guards on duty. Then choose five hundred kilograms, and share them with the palace people. The fourth concubine will each give ten kilograms of small cold melons, and a hundred big cold melons.
Jin, the nine concubines will be reduced by 30%, and they will be calculated in turn. After the distribution, the remaining balance will be reported."
Empress Changsun personally inquired, and the eunuch in charge became even more nervous.
Who would have thought that one hundred thousand kilograms of cold melons would even alarm Li Er and go to the palace of Queen Changsun in person.
"Wulang is really generous. Last year, the palace did not have ten thousand catties of cold melons. This year, one hundred thousand catties were shipped!"
"This is only for July!" Queen Changsun replied calmly.
Li Er was stunned.
Empress Changsun said again: "The yield of small cold melons is only two acres of land, and the yield of big cold melons is only fifteen acres of land. Erlang really didn't know that no matter what he planted in Qinwangzhuang, the yield per mu was far greater than that of Sinong Temple.
Are the officials crazy? A big cold melon weighs seven thousand catties per acre."
Li Er smiled and shook his head: "Ask Wulang if there is anything new!"
Queen Changsun motioned to take out two boxes. One box contained strawberries, and the other contained grapes.
"This one matures early and is not sweet enough. It will take about ten days for strawberries to mature, and another month for grapes. The grapes from Wulang Qinwangzhuang are enough for everyone in Chang'an to eat a pound. These two fruits have the lowest yield per mu
It's two thousand catties. Wulang planted more than 10,000 acres of grapes and 20,000 acres of strawberries."
Li Eryi waved his hand: "Don't waste it in the palace!"
After saying that, Li Er turned around and went to the study. Empress Changsun motioned to the maid next to her to wash some and immediately sent it to Li Er.
Cui Yingying left the palace and did not go to Admiral Tiance's residence. Jin Manqing's matter had nothing to do with her. More importantly, Li Yuanxing had stated that no one should have too much contact with Jin Manqing or affect his next plan.
Cui Yingying returned to Qinghe’s Cui family’s residence in Chang’an.
It was back to her parents' home. Cui Yingying brought 10,000 jins of cold melons, 5 jins of strawberries, and 100 jins of grapes.
Cui Junsu, who was on duty at the Household Department, received a report from the manager at home and immediately rushed back after arranging errands for the Household Department.
"Uncle!" Cui Yingying had been waiting in the main hall. When she saw Cui Junsu coming back, she immediately stood up and saluted.
"Princess Ying!" Cui Junsu's gift was wider than Cui Yingying's, and her waist was bent deeper.
Cui Yingying's current status is the concubine of King Qin, which is equivalent to a second-grade imperial edict. Naturally, her status is higher than that of Cui Junsu, a third-grade minister of household affairs.
"I have some minor matters, can I go to my uncle's study?" Cui Yingying was not asking, but telling Cui Junsu that there were some important matters that we needed to discuss behind closed doors.
The person guarding the study was Cui Junsu's cronies. Cui Yingying first asked: "Does uncle know about Yaozhou medical girl Jin Manqing?"
"Chang'an Fourth Grade or above. Who doesn't know?"
"What does uncle think?" Cui Yingying asked.
Cui Junsu shook his head: "Let's not talk about how to look at it. Let's talk about the consequences of this matter. Your coming here should be under the instruction of His Highness King Qin. What is King Qin's plan?"
"There is a plan!" Cui Yingying recalled what Li Yuanxing said. After repeating it several times, she finally felt that she had made everything clear and Li Yuanxing would definitely say nothing less in his explanation.
After Cui Junsu heard this, he sighed deeply: "In the hands of His Highness King Qin, everything is a soldier!"
"What does uncle think?" Cui Yingying asked with concern. What she was most concerned about right now was whether this matter could be handled well.
"It's feasible. It's indeed feasible. It's just a Baekje. His Highness the King of Qin is too lazy to do anything, so he just lets the common people have fun with him. I thought about the details and printed the newspaper tonight. Are you here?
If you want to stay in the mansion for one night, you should rush back to Qin Wangzhuang today!"
Cui Yingying thought for a while: "I'll go back tonight. Has uncle sent someone to check the cotton harvest? On the day of harvest, a few peaches have begun to crack in Qinwang Farm, but the number planted in Qinwang Village is really too small.
We still have to rely on Hebei to save seeds!”
"This matter..." Cui Junsu thought about it for a while, but still didn't say anything further: "You can go back after eating some snacks!"
Cui Yingying saluted and left Cui Junsu's study.
The snacks and the like were just polite words. Cui Yingying would naturally make arrangements if she wanted to stay. Since she was not staying, considering the curfew in Chang'an City, it would be better to go back earlier.
After Cui Yingying left, Cui Junsu stood up and picked up a letter from the bookshelf, opened it, read it, and shook his head gently: "Your Highness, King Qin, do you know that the Turks are capricious. The Western Turks have enemies from the Western Regions in front of them, so they are fighting against the Great Turks."
The Tang Dynasty formed an alliance, but it will be five or ten years later."
Cui Junsu thought that the tens of millions of acres of cotton fields should be placed in the Tianshan area, where the Western Turks would have complete control.
Cui Junsu didn't know much about cotton before, but now he knows that cotton is a treasure. From flowers to seeds to stems and roots, everything is a treasure. The utilization rate is beyond his imagination.
There is no point in telling Cui Yingying about this matter, but what Li Yuanxing said can be done now.
"Come here, come the big shopkeeper of the newspaper office, and pick two more clever pen writers to come over in the evening." After Cui Junsu gave the order, he stood up and ordered the car to be prepared. He was still on duty at the household department, so he could leave, but he couldn't stop going there in the afternoon.
So I had to rush back to the household department in a hurry.
The next day in Chang'an City, there was an additional sketch on the front page of Chang'an Newspaper.
Don't underestimate the painters of the Tang Dynasty. Their painting skills have reached a very extraordinary level.
The Baekje people defeated the Tang people!
That's right, they are from the Tang Dynasty, because the painter made subtle adjustments to Jin Manqing's clothes. The original Goguryeo clothes were influenced by the Han people. The long skirt on the body was slightly adjusted, and the headdress with the symbol of a female official was added.
, this is a Tang Dynasty person.
And it's a man, hitting a woman.
There were more than ten pen guests gathered around Honglu Temple, and there were more than thirty pen guests in Yingbin Garden, as well as many young scribes.
"We are the writers of Zhuque Street News...
"We are pen writers of Dongshi Commercial Daily...
"We are the pen writers of Xinglong Newspaper...
"We are the pen writers of Chang'an Newspaper...
Pen writers are equivalent to the reporters of later generations. These pen writers are much more ruthless than reporters of later generations, because they are scribes, and many of them have even passed the official examinations, county examinations, and even state examinations.
I don't want to be a minor official of the eighth or ninth grade in my hometown and come to Chang'an to find an opportunity.
Newspaper pen writer is a popular profession among young students, even more so than the migrant clerks in Liubu.
(Note: A small official with no rank means that he has no rank, which is equivalent to the level of a clerk. After working for one or two years, if he does well, he can become a rank official after passing the assessment. This can be regarded as a real official.
.So this is a path to becoming a Beijing official)
According to the writers, it was a scholar from the ninth grade who actually blocked the gate of Yingbin Garden, and the guard guarding the gate was helpless.
Baekje’s envoys were also helpless.
At this time, the Minister of Honglu Temple was sitting in front of him, sipping tea and casually flipping through the day's newspapers.
Newspapers, this magical thing, will be read by envoys who come to the Tang Dynasty, and every newspaper will not be missed. The most stable sales of Chang'an newspapers are in two areas, one is the newly built embassy area, and the other is
The Yingbin Garden of Honglu Temple.
The Uighur embassy has only seven official staff stationed here, and only twenty-three servants including servants. However, they publish thirty newspapers of each kind in Chang'an every day. This will not be reduced under any circumstances, and there will be more if there is a major event.
The number was doubled. Twenty-seven of these newspapers could be said to have been read by no one, so they were packaged and shipped back to their Huihe tribe.
This is a way for foreigners to understand the Tang Dynasty.
Baekje is no exception. They don't order that many, but they also have ten of various kinds every day.
"Honglu Temple should stop the newspaper, they are slandering our reputation as the Great Baekje!" The Baekje envoy said with a kind of anxiety in his tone.
The Minister of Honglu Temple was still drinking tea leisurely: "Those who are pure will themselves be clean!"
"Then please drive away the rest of the people outside my Grand Baekje Courtyard in my welcome garden."
"Of course it's okay!" Putting down the tea cup, Honglu Temple Minister stood up slowly: "Since Baekje has nothing to say, the rest of the people outside will naturally not bother you again, and I will not let them anymore.
Come within fifty steps and say goodbye!"
The Baekje envoy still had the necessary etiquette and stood up to say goodbye: "Thank you!"
The Minister of Honglu Temple came outside, signaled the guards to drive the few people near the courtyard gate to the steps, and then waved his hand: "Let's go, there is no interesting news here."
After saying that, the Minister of Honglu Temple actually reached out and gently pushed one of the pen writers: "You are all focused here. Isn't there anything interesting in Chang'an anymore? Honglu Temple has been visited by envoys from many countries in the past few days. You can't wait for seven days.
Come a hundred steps closer to here and retreat!"
It seems that the writers are still unwilling. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)