Chapter eight hundred and sixty-four is definitely not cooked
"Master, the pen and ink are ready."
"Um."
Liu Mingzhi rolled up his sleeves, sat on the chair, reached out and picked up the pen on the brush, and gently dipped the ink into the inkstone.
When Liu Song saw his young master dipping his pen in ink, he immediately took two steps back.
"Master, do you need a little evasion?"
"No need, you are not an outsider, just stand aside."
"Okay, I will obey, little one."
Liu Mingzhi squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief and started writing on the blank rice paper.
In the blink of an eye, each one penetrated the back of the paper, and the sharp fonts appeared on the paper.
Just from the first few words, it can be seen that Mr. Liu's calligraphy skills have become higher and higher over the years.
Already, everyone has the style of calligraphy.
However, Liu Mingzhi had no intention of caring about his calligraphy at this time. His mind was entirely focused on the content of his writing.
After about half a cup of tea, Liu Mingzhi casually moved the letter filled with contents aside.
Then he picked up a new piece of rice paper, spread it in front of him, and started writing again.
While Liu Mingzhi was writing a letter, he greeted Liu Song without raising his head.
"Willow Pine."
"The little one is here."
"Prepare envelopes and paint."
"Yes, little one, get ready."
After Liu Song responded, he walked to the side without hesitation and started to work.
For a time, both the master and the servant became busy on their own.
After about half a stick of incense had passed, Young Master Liu casually placed the langhao pen in his hand on the brush washer next to him, raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Master, have you finished writing?"
Young Master Liu chuckled and nodded, stood up and moved his body around.
"Well, I've finished writing. Are the envelopes and paint over there ready?"
"Go back to the young master, we have already prepared it."
Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly, leaned over and gently opened the drawer on the desk, and gently took out the printing box containing the large seal.
He first spread the letters on the desk, then took out the imperial seal from the printing box and stamped it on each piece of letter paper one by one.
"Liu Song, envelope."
"yes."
Liu Song immediately walked over and handed a stack of envelopes to Young Master Liu.
Liu Mingzhi folded the letters several times and put them in envelopes one by one.
Then, he picked up the pen beside him and wrote his signature on each envelope.
"Huh, willow pine, fire paint."
"Yes, I understand, little one."
Liu Mingzhi picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then paced back and forth in the study with a calm expression.
Soon.
Liu Song held the letter in his hand and walked to Young Master Liu's side with a smile.
"Master, all nine letters have been baked with wax."
"Willow Pine."
"Hey, Master?"
"Send these letters to my eldest brother's house immediately and deliver them to him with your own hands.
Tell him to immediately send these letters to the two generals of the Western Expedition on the left and right, Duke Zhuang Kuang of the Protector of the Country, and Nangong Ye of Yong'an, respectively, in gold-wrapped letters.
The six letters were all sent in triplicate, one hour apart."
"Yes, I understand, little one.
Master, where do you want to pass on the remaining letter?"
"The remaining letter was delivered to the guard of Haijin Port in the East China Sea, Lin Qingfeng."
"I understand, little one, please leave first."
Before Liu Song left the study, Young Master Liu suddenly shouted.
"Liu Song, wait a minute."
Liu Song stopped in a hurry and turned around with a puzzled expression.
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
"Tell my elder brother that these letters do not need to go through the Ministry of War, and will be delivered directly by him."
Liu Song's expression condensed and he nodded quickly.
"Yes, I understand. Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Young Master Liu nodded, took a sip of tea, pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.
"After you hand the letter into my eldest brother's hand, you can then rush to the cabinet.
I order all the officials in the cabinet to give the Miao people living in the Shiwanda Mountains in the Miao territory of Shu a 10% tax reduction on the basis of the original tax."
"Master, will the reduction be continued?"
Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly and thought for a moment, looked at Liu Song and shook his head with a smile.
"How can it be possible to continue to reduce and reduce taxes for two years?
If there are more, the people in other prefectures and capitals will have opinions."
"I understand, young master. Does the young master have any other explanations?"
"After you come back to our home from the palace, use the falcon to deliver a letter to your father.
Let him tell my old man and mother the news that Jingyao is about to give birth, and the good news that Serena is pregnant again.
That’s all, go get busy.”
"I obey, I will resign."
Liu Song bowed respectfully and quickly left the study.
Young Master Liu looked at Liu Song's figure disappearing into the courtyard, rubbed his lower abdomen, and walked towards the desk with a murmur.
"It's already around noon, why haven't Yun'er and her sisters come over to ask me to have lunch?
Could it be that you were just catching up with Yatou Ren and forgot about the meal?"
Young Master Liu muttered to himself, picked up the book that had been placed on the desk, and began to read it silently.
the other side.
The backyard of Liu Mansion, inside the courtyard outside the kitchen.
Qi Yun, her sisters and others were chatting and laughing while packing various ingredients nearby.
"Sister Qingxin, are you sure you want to cook today?"
"Uh-huh, sister Yun, you don't know, after I left the capital and returned to Shu, I lived by myself most of the time.
Living alone, I rely on my sister for food, clothing, housing and transportation to be self-sufficient.
Over the past year or so, my cooking skills have improved a lot.
Today, I will let you sisters taste my craftsmanship."
"In that case, my sisters are in a good mood today."
Qinglian held a dried mushroom in the air and looked at it carefully for a while, then looked at Ren Qingxin with a strange expression.
"Sister Xin'er."
Ren Qingxin was sitting on the small bench, bending her slender willow waist, and rummaging through the coarse cloth bags under her body for various local specialties she had brought back from Shu.
When she heard Qinglian greeting her, she immediately straightened her waist and looked over.
"Sister Lian'er, how are you doing?"
Qinglian put down her arm and handed the dried mushroom in her hand to Ren Qingxin.
"Good sister, did you buy these dried mushrooms in the bag on the street in the city? Or did you pick them yourself in the mountains?"
Ren Qingxin patted her hands gently and looked directly at the dried mushroom in Qinglian's hand.
"Sister Lian'er, I picked these mushrooms one by one from the mountains myself.
Sister, after I picked the mushrooms, I dried them and stored them directly.
Although these dried mushrooms are not as delicious as freshly picked mushrooms, they are definitely a delicious dish when used to stew chickens."
"Well, chicken stewed with mushrooms is indeed a delicious dish."
Ren Qingxin looked at Qinglian's strange expression, and a hint of confusion flashed through her bright eyes.
"Sister Lian'er, what's wrong? Don't you like eating mushrooms?"
Qinglian raised her eyebrows and shook her head without hesitation: "No, no, my sister really likes to eat!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes, sister really likes eating mushrooms."
"Then why does your expression look so strange?"
"Have it?"
"Of course. You can ask Sister Yun and Sister Ya if they are like this."
"Sister Xin'er, have you eaten these mushrooms since you picked them back?"
"Of course I've eaten."
"Have you really eaten?"
"Sister Lian'er, why did I lie to you about such a trivial matter?
Sister, I personally picked the mushrooms from the mountains, and of course I have eaten them myself.
How's it going? Is there anything wrong with these mushrooms?"
Qinglian raised the mushroom in her hand again and looked at it, a look of doubt flashed across her pretty face.
"No problem, no problem. Sister Qingxin, you have already eaten it yourself. There must be no problem."
"Okay, sister, you scared me. I thought there was something wrong with these dried mushrooms."
Ren Qingxin chuckled and nodded, and continued to take out various local specialties from the coarse cloth bag under her body.
Qi Ya put the vegetables she chose in her hand into the copper basin next to her, and looked curiously at the dried mushrooms in Qing Lian's hand.
"Sister Lian'er."
"Huh? Sister Ya? What's wrong?"
Qi Ya gently patted the soil on her hands and pressed her lips with a smile.
"Sister Lian'er, why are you asking sister Qingxin those questions? Is there anything wrong with these dried mushrooms?"
Qinglian clasped her forehead with her fingers and casually put the mushroom in her hand back into the cloth bag at her feet.
"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong, sister."
"Huh? What did you see wrong?"
"Sister Ya, it's nothing. It's just the handful of dried mushrooms I picked out just now. In my impression, those mushrooms are inedible.
However, maybe my sister and I have been away from Miao for too long, so I may have misremembered it.
After all, sister Xin'er has already eaten it herself, so there must be no problem."
Qi Ya's pretty face suddenly tightened, and she quickly picked up the cloth bag at Qinglian's feet and carefully observed the dried mushrooms inside.
"Sister Lian'er, what do you mean? Maybe I've been away for too long and I misremembered it?
This is not something else, but the ingredients used for cooking.
You can’t be careless about what you use for cooking and eating!”
Qinglian looked at Qi Ya's nervous expression, chuckled and waved her hand.
"Sister Ya, don't worry, you won't die if you eat it."
"Ah? Sister Lian'er, what does it mean to eat an undead person?"
"Sister Ya, sister, the mushrooms I picked out just now, even if they are the mushrooms in my impression, there is no big problem."
Qi Ya's pretty face was slightly stunned, and she asked subconsciously: "Sister Lian'er, what do you mean there is no big problem?"
"After eating it, you may at most have some hallucinations or something like that, but it won't harm your body."
"Will there be hallucinations? What kind of hallucinations will there be?"
"I can't say anything about this sister, everyone's hallucinations are different.
Anyway, after my sister ate it as a child, her hallucination was that she was flying a kite by the river with Sister Bai Shao.
As for what other people will see after eating it, my sister, I don’t know.
I heard that some people saw many children playing and playing, while others saw themselves dancing.
In short, there are various opinions, and there is no accurate explanation."
"Ah? Such a strange thing could happen?"
"Yes, the world is so big and full of wonders!"
Qi Ya'e frowned slightly and quickly handed the bag in her hand to Qinglian.
"Sister Lian'er, just in case, you'd better quickly pick out those mushrooms you mentioned."
"Sister Ya, it's okay. You don't have to be so nervous. Maybe it's really my sister and I misjudged her."
"Oh, silly sister, you must never be careless when eating something like this.
Pick it out quickly, pick it out quickly."
Qinglian looked at Qi Ya's nervous expression, chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, yes, sister will pick it out right now."
Qi Ya breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, walked over to Ren Qingxin and sat down next to her.
"Sister Qingxin."
"Hey, Sister Ya?"
"Have you really eaten all those mushrooms?"
Ren Qingxin looked at Qi Ya in surprise and nodded subconsciously.
“Really, I’ve already eaten it!
What, what’s wrong?”
"Have you had any unusual reactions after eating it?"
"No, no!"
As soon as Ren Qingxin finished speaking, her pretty face suddenly became nervous.
"Sister Ya, is there something wrong with those solitary mushrooms?"
"That's not true. The main reason is that your sister Qinglian just said that some of the mushrooms you brought back may cause some hallucinations after eating them."
Ren Qingxin's pretty face was startled, she turned to look at Qinglian who was picking mushrooms, and shook her head solemnly.
"impossible."
"Huh? Sister Xin'er, why are you so sure?"
"When my sister lived alone outside the city, every time she went up the mountain, she would meet the sisters-in-law from the next village who went up the mountain to pick mushrooms.
They told their sister that as long as the mushrooms are cooked, nothing good will happen if they eat them."
Qi Ya looked at Ren Qingxin suspiciously and nodded with a clear expression.
"I see."
"Yeah, yeah, sister, I am the most vivid example.
Look at me, sister, isn’t she the same or jumping around now?”
In order to make Qi Ya more convinced, Ren Qingxin stood up directly and moved around her several times in an elegant manner.
"Sister Ya, I go up to the mountain to pick fresh mushrooms to eat every three or five days. Isn't it good now?
Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen those poisonous mushrooms before, I know what they look like.”
Qi Ya looked relaxed, smiled and nodded.
"That's true."
While sisters Qi Ya and Ren Qingxin were talking softly, Yu'er walked up to the beauties and bowed with a smile.
"Miss, the chefs have prepared the kitchen and are ready to cook at any time."
Qi Yundan smiled and nodded, stood up and walked towards Ren Qingxin.
"Sister Xin'er, my sisters are going to see you show off your skills today."
"De Lei, Sister Yun, sisters, just take a look at it."
"Sister Xin'er, my sisters will help you."
"Okay, thank you sisters."
In the kitchen, in front of the pot.
Ren Qingxin looked at the washed mushrooms in the bamboo basket next to her and frowned slightly.
"Why did you wash so many mushrooms? How could so many people separate them?
Fortunately, I brought back enough, it seems I have to go and prepare some more."
"Hey, sister Qingxin, what are you doing?"
"Sister Qingshi, I'll go wash some dishes and I'll be back soon. Help me light the fire."
"Okay, okay, you go."
About half an hour passed.
Young Master Liu received Yu'er's notice and came to the main hall with a smile.
"Sisters, please meet your husband."
"Sister, please see Daguoguo."
"Baby, meet your father."
"Everyone is free of etiquette, everyone is free of etiquette, eat and drink."
"Thank you, husband."
"Thank you Daguoguo."
"Thank you daddy."
Mr. Liu was sitting at the main seat, looking at the delicious wine and delicacies on the dinner table, and picked up his bowl with a surprised expression.
"Young man, chicken stewed with mushrooms. Our family hasn't had this dish for a while."
"Husband, all the meals today were cooked by sister Qingxin.
Come and taste how it tastes."
"Really? These are all made by Ren Yatou herself?"
"Of course, this is sister Qingxin's wish."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, then husband, I have to have a good taste.
Yun'er, pass the spoon to me, let me taste the chicken soup first."
"Hey, here you go."
After taking several sips of chicken soup, Mr. Liu nodded with satisfaction.
Qi Yun, her sisters and others, seeing Young Master Liu starting to eat, they also picked up their own bowls one after another.
"Daguoguo, this chicken soup tastes delicious. If you like it, drink more."
"Okay, okay, let's do it together."
The skill of two cups of tea is about the same.
Mr. Liu, who was enjoying his tea happily, shook his head gently.
"What happened? You didn't even finish the bottle of wine. Why did you drink too much?
Huh? Yun'er, Wanyan, are you sisters okay?"
"Huh? Are you okay?"
"It's okay, what's wrong?"
"If nothing is wrong, why did you sisters suddenly take off your clothes?"
"ah?"
"ah?"
"Um?"
"Hehehe, naughty."
Qi Ya looked at Young Master Liu's somewhat abnormal expression, seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked towards Qinglian.
"Sister Lian'er, have you picked out those mushrooms?"
"Pick them out, pick them all out!"
Qi Ya's expression tightened and she looked at Ren Qingxin again.
"Sister Qingxin, what's going on?"
Seeing Mr. Liu's strange behavior, Ren Qingxin stood up in a panic, and hurriedly looked at the soup basin on the dining table.
"I...I don't know either!
After it came out of the pot, how many mouthfuls did I taste with a spoon?
Moreover, I also drank a large bowl of chicken soup just now.
How come I don't have anything going on?
Could it be that it is not cooked?
That’s right, it’s just not done yet.”
Seeing Ren Qingxin's flustered and confused face, Qi Ya forced herself to calm down, then picked up the soup bowl in front of Young Master Liu and examined it carefully.
"Then why did my husband become like this?"
Ren Qingxin didn't seem to hear Qi Ya's inquiry, and raised her hands in the air and waved them gently.
"It's snowing, it's snowing, what a beautiful snow!"
"Sister Lian'er?"
Qinglian raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, then stood up with a playful expression.
"Sisters, don't worry, I'll go get the herbs right away."