Bai Song glanced at the little palace maid twice, but the little palace maid did not make any unnecessary moves and sent Bai Song off honestly.
Sitting on the carriage, Bai Song looked back at the little palace maid standing at the door of the East Palace looking at him, more like a personal maid.
Seeing this little palace maid, Bai Song thought of the eldest maid who had followed him in Youzhou.
She didn't follow Xiang'er and the others to Chang'an. Now that she thought about it, Bai Song realized that she couldn't even remember her name clearly.
Is it called Dongmei or Dongxiang?
Bai Song knew that this was not good, but after all, human experience is limited, and people who are not around often will forget unconsciously.
Suddenly, I thought of Xiao Cui again. That little girl had been following Xiang'er, inseparable. Such a master-servant relationship was extremely valuable.
Bai Song thought of himself again, and suddenly felt that it would be good to have such a little girl following him all the time.
In the past, the Bai Song Dynasty always liked to walk alone. As the connection between itself and this era became closer and closer, ancient life also unconsciously affected the Bai Song Dynasty.
Everything in Bai Song is changing. For example, now, if you see an empty carriage and a little maid hands you a peeled orange, you will definitely be very happy.
It would be even more perfect if all the thin stems of the oranges could be removed.
After thinking in a daze, he returned to the Prince Consort's Mansion after a while.
Bai Song did not go home immediately, but went to the place where his son's palace was being built to see the progress and supervise the workers.
The construction of the palace was still very early. There was only one model, but tens of thousands of cars of silver had already been burned.
But such a big house is said to be the son's royal palace. After it is completed, who else can live there but himself, the father?
Thinking about it in the future, I am not a prince, but I am better than a prince, with a house full of beautiful wives and concubines.
If the time traveler has reached this point, is there any higher pursuit?
At this moment, Bai Song seemed to have seen the city entering the next ten years.
I will stay in Chang'an City honestly, live the life of an idle prince, accompany the current prince, try my best to guide him in the right direction, and then help him avoid the biggest crisis in his life, so that he can successfully ascend the throne in the future.
After ascending to the throne, the course of history took another unknown path. As the teacher of the future emperor, he officially entered the court, developed into another faction of the Tang Dynasty, and left his name in the history books.
In such a future, being a time traveler is completely qualified.
But Bai Song also knew very well that things would never develop as he imagined.
The planned future will be completely shattered if there is even the slightest change.
What Bai Song has to do now is to try his best to protect the peace in front of him.
Life was just as peaceful as Bai Song had expected, except for some minor changes that would come about as a young master.
Everything is developing step by step according to Bai Song's design.
Houses in various parts of Chang'an are selling well. Driven by the poetry conference, the architectural layout of the community has won the support of the people of Chang'an.
Housing prices are growing steadily, and through the growth in housing prices, the imperial court has recovered its initial investment.
In the later period, the remaining 4,000 houses will be used as income points to support the operation of the bank.
The Poetry Conference has come to an end. Each of the five judges will lead two disciples to compete in the final round in the square outside the Imperial City on New Year's Day to select the number one talent of the Tang Dynasty.
The reputation of the Bai Song Dynasty has long become history.
Now only the remaining ten contestants and five judges are the superstars of Datang.
The house was sold, Yu Ji's reputation rose, and it turned out that it was no longer important to Bai Song.
In the final round of competition, Bai Song wanted to be as fair as possible and let this finals select a talent who could truly represent the Tang Dynasty.
When I got home, a room full of women came over, and they all rushed to ask about the first day of teaching, asking whether the current prince was naughty, whether he obeyed discipline, whether the East Palace was cautious, and so on.
Bai Song answered them one by one, so that the ladies don't have to worry.
Xiang'er took Bai Song and wanted to try on the clothes she just bought.
The princess wants the painting that Bai Song Pinpin practiced today.
Shu Wang wants to teach Bai Song some boxing and kicking skills.
Even Xiaocui wanted to take her uncle to admire her new bellyband.
There were too many people, and Bai Song couldn't serve them.
This kind of embarrassment happens every moment, but Bai Song also enjoys it.
A casual Sangsang was very active today and took Bai Song to visit her small vegetable garden.
Sang Sang never competed with her sisters for anything, but today it was rare for her to take the initiative to ask. Bai Song was greatly surprised, so naturally he followed Sang Sang to the small vegetable garden.
The Prince Consort's Mansion has a small vegetable garden dedicated to Sangsang.
Every woman in the family has her own hobbies and things.
Xiang'er supervised the construction of the palace.
The princess is responsible for connecting the relationships in the palace.
Shu Wang takes care of Xiao Bai An.
Sang Sang is very interested in growing flowers and vegetables, and she also takes care of the cats at home.
Bai Song hasn't visited Xiang'er's small vegetable garden for a long time.
As soon as he arrived at the small vegetable garden, two greenhouses caught Bai Song's attention.
Seeing the greenhouse, Bai Song grabbed Sang Sang's little hand and asked in surprise: "Greenhouse planting? Did you make this yourself?"
Seeing Bai Song's surprised look, Sangsang was full of joy, nodded, and said softly: "I heard from my elder brother that some cooked vegetables can be grown in a shed like this. As long as the temperature and humidity of the shed are controlled well, there will be a reaction."
Vegetables are ripe in season. Sangsang has been studying for a long time and finally achieved something."
Bai Song was immediately dumbfounded. He had only told Sangsang the principles of greenhouse cultivation, but not the specific operations.
Moreover, according to Bai Song's understanding, greenhouse cultivation cannot be completed with the current level of technology.
Just one thing, he didn’t even invent the plastic used in greenhouses, so what can we use as a shed?
Bai Song was very surprised and looked at the white shed. It seemed to be made of white cloth.
But no matter what kind of fabric it is, it doesn’t insulate from heat!
"Is it okay to use cloth?"
"Apply a layer of rice slurry on the inside so that the outside temperature will not easily enter the shed. Change the rice slurry every two days to achieve the temperature insulation effect that Big Brother said."
Bai Song couldn't understand it. This was something he had never thought about.
“What is used to control humidity inside a shed?”
"Sang Sang can just sprinkle water inside."
Darling, how much effort does it take to artificially control humidity?
Bai Song looked at Sangsang again and felt that this girl was really stupid, working so hard for a few vegetables.
"Hey, you silly girl must have suffered a lot. Is it worth it?"
Sang Sang smiled sweetly: "Sang Sang is a farm girl who knows nothing but growing vegetables. I can't be of much help by following my eldest brother, so I just want to give him a little surprise so that my sisters won't feel like it."
Sangsang is a useless little girl."
Sangsang didn't feel tired at all and took out a bright red tomato from the greenhouse.
"Brother, look, I have grown the tomatoes you mentioned, but I still don't know how to eat them."
