It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, people will become thin, but without bamboo, people will become vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and vulgar people cannot be cured.
For some people, if they don’t plant a bamboo forest in their own courtyard, it would be simply too vulgar. Logically speaking, the Huitong Pavilion is the place where the imperial court arranged for the envoys from foreign countries who paid tribute to live. How vulgar is it?
, but it really has nothing to do with elegance.
But this is the place where the bamboo shade is everywhere. No matter how fierce the sunshine above your head is, after passing through the layers of bamboo leaves, when it falls to the ground, there are only spots left. Going deeper, not even a ray of sunlight shines.
If you don't come in, occasionally the wind will blow through the bamboo tops, causing a rustle of bamboo leaves.
In a place like this, Qian Wubing walked in. He would not be surprised if he saw Zhang Cai holding a book in his hand and shaking his head on the stone bench under the bamboo. In his heart, this would be in harmony!
However, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard and looked towards the group of people gathered under the bamboo forest, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The people are divided into three piles, which are easy to distinguish. One group is the royal guards he sent here, one group is Grisha's entourage, and the other group is actually not a pile. Grisha and Zhang Cai are sitting opposite each other.
, two people can’t be counted as one, right?
What surprised him was not that all these people were gathered here, but what was in front of these people.
If he read it correctly, it was a hot pot, no, it should be said to be three hot pots, three piles of people, and there was such a thing in front of a bunch of people. Damn, did you make a mistake? What's the weather like?
, eat this thing?
"Sir!" Zhang Cai watched him coming in from afar, and stood up to greet him. Qian Wubing waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be polite: "You are so elegant today, why do you gather here to eat?"
The soup is boiling in the hot pot, and there are wine, sauce, pepper and other condiments on the side. Of course, there are also a few plates of thin slices of meat that look very appetizing.
Qian Wubing sat down unceremoniously. Grisha looked at him, snorted slightly, rolled her eyes, and continued her work of gluttony, but ignored Qian Wubing.
Someone brought bowls and chopsticks. Qian Wubing was curious and picked up a piece of meat, put it in the pot and rinsed it, then dipped it in some seasoning and put it in his mouth.
Well, it tastes good, smooth, tender, fresh, and a little spicy in the mouth. Wait, that’s not right!
Qian Wubing suddenly realized that something was wrong. The food he usually ate was also flavored with dogwood, but compared with such a spicy taste, no amount of dogwood could be used to blend it out.
Grisha looked at Qian Wubing's surprised look with some pride. Yes, in Daming, a place where spices are extremely cheap, she was really addicted to adding enough spices to every meal. However, the kind of food she took out
Spices were not available in Ming Dynasty.
Seemingly seeing Qian Wubing's doubts, Zhang Cai said with a smile: "These peppers are red in color and spicy, but they are the Daqin mutants carried by Miss Grisha. They have never been seen in the Central Plains. They are used to accompany meals and have a particularly good flavor."
,How do you feel, adults?"
Qian Wubing picked up another chopstick and put it back into his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and tasted it carefully. Sure enough, it was the familiar taste, the long-sealed memories. It seemed that with the slight spicy taste on the tip of his tongue, he slowly...
Soon we will all recover together.
"This is chili pepper, not sweet pepper!" Qian Wubing said silently in his heart, opened his eyes and looked towards Grisha.
"Hey!" Grisha handed over a glass of water, "If you can't stand it, drink something!"
Although the chili pepper was spicy, Qian Wubing could still bear it, but the little girl's active show of kindness could not break her heart, let alone embarrass her in front of her subordinates.
Taking it over, Qian Wubing took a sip: "Do you still have these...spicy peppers?"
Grisha smiled slyly: "Yes, but I plan to trade with the Ming Dynasty. If I give it to you, I will lose it!"
"I'll buy it!" Qian Wubing said without hesitation. God knows how many years it will take before the peppers originating in the Americas will be introduced to China. Now that he has this opportunity, he will definitely seize it without hesitation.
It's a bit outrageous to think about the common people, but even if you have this thing in your home when cooking, it will greatly increase your appetite!
"Do you know?" Grisha did not answer his words directly, but smiled with her teeth: "A few years ago, the Dutch and the Spanish fought a war. The origin of the war was very simple. It was the Dutch.
Thousands of people died in order to rob the pepper that the Spanish brought back from India. This war is what we call the Pepper War!"
Qian Wubing didn't answer. When the little girl told him a story, there must be something more to it.
"Where we are, a pocket..." Grisha gestured with her hand to indicate the size: "If someone has such a small pocket of pepper, he can buy a farm on the outskirts of Prague that is comparable to a noble manor, and then leave the rest.
The pepper he planted can still provide him with a noble life for at least twenty years!"
She looked at Qian Wubing with some resentment: "In our place, the price of a pepper is more than a gold coin, but not less. But look at your Ming Dynasty, you are simply in heaven, you are actually
Pepper is measured in units of "stone". I asked your money steward, and one stone weighs so much for me. In our place, even the nobles cannot afford to buy pepper for a few pennies.
Such luxury!”
"What does this have to do with me!" Qian Wubing's heart pounded when he heard this, but his face was calm. What is big profit, huge profit, huge profit, this is it, do nothing, just deal in pepper, this
The money also came like water.
"Of course it matters!" Grisha giggled: "The spices you want to buy from me are not available in Ming Dynasty, but we do, so it matters!"
Is this going to raise the price? Qian Wubing looked at Grisha: "Tell me, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I can give you things, including seeds, but I just hope that when your fleet sets sail, my subordinates will be lucky enough to set off with your fleet! Also,
If you are willing, we can also become trading partners!"
Qian Wubing turned around and glared at Zhang Cai, who smiled coquettishly.
"Don't blame your housekeeper, I heard you outside when you were talking!" Grisha smiled proudly: "I told you, I have practiced swordsmanship, and my ears are much more sensitive than ordinary people!"
"Why are you your subordinate? Don't you go with me? Don't you want to go back to Rome?" Qian Wubing said casually. The fleet Zhang Cai mentioned would not be able to reach Rome even if it sets sail. This is amazing.
After traveling around Japan, North Korea and Southeast Asia, this girl seems to have some wishful thinking. As for the trading partner, this is really attractive. The price of Ming Dynasty's worthless things is actually like this in Rome. This business seems to be able to do a good job.
Did it?
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, people will become thin, but without bamboo, people will become vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and vulgar people cannot be cured.
For some people, if they don’t plant a bamboo forest in their own courtyard, it would be simply too vulgar. Logically speaking, the Huitong Pavilion is the place where the imperial court arranged for the envoys from foreign countries who paid tribute to live. How vulgar is it?
, but it really has nothing to do with elegance.
But this is the place where the bamboo shade is everywhere. No matter how fierce the sunshine above your head is, after passing through the layers of bamboo leaves, when it falls to the ground, there are only spots left. Going deeper, not even a ray of sunlight shines.
If you don't come in, occasionally the wind will blow through the bamboo tops, causing a rustle of bamboo leaves.
In a place like this, Qian Wubing walked in. He would not be surprised if he saw Zhang Cai holding a book in his hand and shaking his head on the stone bench under the bamboo. In his heart, this would be in harmony!
However, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard and looked towards the group of people gathered under the bamboo forest, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The people are divided into three piles, which are easy to distinguish. One group is the royal guards he sent here, one group is Grisha's entourage, and the other group is actually not a pile. Grisha and Zhang Cai are sitting opposite each other.
, two people can’t be counted as one, right?
What surprised him was not that all these people were gathered here, but what was in front of these people.
If he read it correctly, it was a hot pot, no, it should be said to be three hot pots, three piles of people, and there was such a thing in front of a bunch of people. Damn, did you make a mistake? What's the weather like?
, eat this thing?
"Sir!" Zhang Cai watched him coming in from afar, and stood up to greet him. Qian Wubing waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be polite: "You are so elegant today, why do you gather here to eat?"
The soup is boiling in the hot pot, and there are wine, sauce, pepper and other condiments on the side. Of course, there are also a few plates of thin slices of meat that look very appetizing.
Qian Wubing sat down unceremoniously. Grisha looked at him, snorted slightly, rolled her eyes, and continued her work of gluttony, but ignored Qian Wubing.
Someone brought bowls and chopsticks. Qian Wubing was curious and picked up a piece of meat, put it in the pot and rinsed it, then dipped it in some seasoning and put it in his mouth.
Well, it tastes good, smooth, tender, fresh, and a little spicy in the mouth. Wait, that’s not right!
Qian Wubing suddenly realized that something was wrong. The food he usually ate was also flavored with dogwood, but compared with such a spicy taste, no amount of dogwood could be used to blend it out.
Grisha looked at Qian Wubing's surprised look with some pride. Yes, in Daming, a place where spices are extremely cheap, she was really addicted to adding enough spices to every meal. However, the kind of food she took out
Spices were not available in Ming Dynasty.
Seemingly seeing Qian Wubing's doubts, Zhang Cai said with a smile: "These peppers are red in color and spicy, but they are the Daqin mutants carried by Miss Grisha. They have never been seen in the Central Plains. They are used to accompany meals and have a particularly good flavor."
,How do you feel, adults?"
Qian Wubing picked up another chopstick and put it back into his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and tasted it carefully. Sure enough, it was the familiar taste, the long-sealed memories. It seemed that with the slight spicy taste on the tip of his tongue, he slowly...
Soon we will all recover together.
"This is chili pepper, not sweet pepper!" Qian Wubing said silently in his heart, opened his eyes and looked towards Grisha.
"Hey!" Grisha handed over a glass of water, "If you can't stand it, drink something!"
Although the chili pepper was spicy, Qian Wubing could still bear it, but the little girl's active show of kindness could not break her heart, let alone embarrass her in front of her subordinates.
Taking it over, Qian Wubing took a sip: "Do you still have these...spicy peppers?"
Grisha smiled slyly: "Yes, but I plan to trade with the Ming Dynasty. If I give it to you, I will lose it!"
"I'll buy it!" Qian Wubing said without hesitation. God knows how many years it will take before the peppers originating in the Americas will be introduced to China. Now that he has this opportunity, he will definitely seize it without hesitation.
It's a bit outrageous to think about the common people, but even if you have this thing in your home when cooking, it will greatly increase your appetite!
"Do you know?" Grisha did not answer his words directly, but smiled with her teeth: "A few years ago, the Dutch and the Spanish fought a war. The origin of the war was very simple. It was the Dutch.
Thousands of people died in order to rob the pepper that the Spanish brought back from India. This war is what we call the Pepper War!"
Qian Wubing didn't answer. When the little girl told him a story, there must be something more to it.
"Where we are, a pocket..." Grisha gestured with her hand to indicate the size: "If someone has such a small pocket of pepper, he can buy a farm on the outskirts of Prague that is comparable to a noble manor, and then leave the rest.
The pepper he planted can still provide him with a noble life for at least twenty years!"
She looked at Qian Wubing with some resentment: "In our place, the price of a pepper is more than a gold coin, but not less. But look at your Ming Dynasty, you are simply in heaven, you are actually
Pepper is measured in units of "stone". I asked your money steward, and one stone weighs so much for me. In our place, even the nobles cannot afford to buy pepper for a few pennies.
Such luxury!”
"What does this have to do with me!" Qian Wubing's heart pounded when he heard this, but his face was calm. What is big profit, huge profit, huge profit, this is it, do nothing, just deal in pepper, this
The money also came like water.
"Of course it matters!" Grisha giggled: "The spices you want to buy from me are not available in Ming Dynasty, but we do, so it matters!"
Is this going to raise the price? Qian Wubing looked at Grisha: "Tell me, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I can give you things, including seeds, but I just hope that when your fleet sets sail, my subordinates will be lucky enough to set off with your fleet! Also,
If you are willing, we can also become trading partners!"
Qian Wubing turned around and glared at Zhang Cai, who smiled coquettishly.
"Don't blame your housekeeper, I heard you outside when you were talking!" Grisha smiled proudly: "I told you, I have practiced swordsmanship, and my ears are much more sensitive than ordinary people!"
"Why are you your subordinate? Don't you go with me? Don't you want to go back to Rome?" Qian Wubing said casually. The fleet Zhang Cai mentioned would not be able to reach Rome even if it sets sail. This is amazing.
After traveling around Japan, North Korea and Southeast Asia, this girl seems to have some wishful thinking. As for the trading partner, this is really attractive. The price of Ming Dynasty's worthless things is actually like this in Rome. This business seems to be able to do a good job.