Meeting the emperor was very familiar to Gao Pragmatic. He could move freely in Xinuang Pavilion almost with his eyes closed. He was almost as familiar with it as his own Rixin Building.
Zhu Yijun rarely got up so early except for the big day, and it was even rarer to summon his ministers. When Gao Pingshi came, he could even smell the smell of Xinuang Pavilion's Fangjing sweep, and the emperor seemed to be having breakfast at this moment.
Zhu Yijun was wearing red uniform and sitting at the table. There were three bowls and one cup on the table in front of him, and there were also three bowls and one cup on the other table he set, but no one was sitting down.
When he saw Gao Pragmatic coming, Zhu Yijun greeted him directly without waiting for a salute: "No need to be polite, come and have a meal with me. You'll feel cold if you wait any longer."
Gao Jingshi was about to bow, but when he heard this, he just bowed and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty. In fact, I used the breakfast before entering the palace. Your Majesty just used it for myself. Why wait for me? It's really frustrating."
It’s terrible.”
Zhu Yijun waved his hand and still motioned Gao Jingshi to sit down. Without hesitation, he raised his chopsticks and started to eat. Gao Jingshi did not show any politeness and sat down as well, ready to eat some more.
Compared with the Tatar emperors who had to prepare 108 dishes for breakfast in history, the breakfast of the Ming Dynasty emperors has been relatively shabby since Zhu Yuanzhang. It is said to be 12 dishes. In fact, 12 dishes are rare because
Even 12 dishes from the outer court may be criticized.
Now, especially when Zhu Yijun's achievements have reached the point of being immortalized, he pays more attention to these details. The breakfast meal is reduced to only four dishes, which is much weaker than ordinary people.
Yes, Gao Qingshi sat down and saw the seven dishes but didn't nod his head. The eight bowls of dishes were tiger skin meat, braised goose, braised trotters, and one cup of soup was corn stewed pork ribs.
Bad guy, no wonder the emperor is getting richer and fatter. You had such a greasy breakfast. Can you be fat?
"You're wrong, you thought about it last night. The Han people have been lost in the Western Region for too long. Even if Liu Wei can fight back in a little time, he will definitely be familiar with the place he was born in. It is sheer fantasy to expect to rely on local supplies. Look,
, with a business operation of eight years and seven years, Xiaojun may not even have enough to eat in the Western Regions."
Gao pragmatic laughed loudly and said: "The dish is complicated. It is said that it is the imperial chef's job. Even if I come to cook, I'm afraid it's just a small job or a bad one."
Gao pragmatically said: "The north of Hami is actually Tumut's territory, called Batut, and it belongs to the Xishao area - it is not the territory allocated to Bahan Jiji during the period of Ada Khan."
Xinuange first ate a few pieces of tiger skin to pad his belly, and then said: "Confucius said: Food is language. Yes, I am afraid that I have not violated the teachings of the saint today...Has he read the battle report of Jinyiwei?"
Gao pragmatically nodded and said: "Your Majesty, I have a humble opinion."
That is indeed a small problem. Although the Mongolian cavalry is said not to have frontline operations, the reason is that we will move with sheep. However, the cavalry horses and the sheep they carry both need pasture, and once winter comes
, although the Mongolians may be too afraid of heat, horses and sheep have to be taken care of, and freezing to death and starving will affect the overall situation.
PS: That chapter was written last night. I fell asleep while typing it last night, so I finished it in the morning before posting it...
Xi Nuange obviously believed it, and shook his head and said: "He can still cook? It's possible, given his background, you can see that he has probably never left the kitchen in his life."
Gao pragmatic sighed and said: "This is not a detail, the battle report said how the battle was fought like that... It seems that Liu Wei's troops suffered a small loss, and they also restored their old place in Hami. I should be considered a winner."
. However, the loss of baggage was very small, which makes it less exciting."
"Having said that, the Batut area borders Heshuote and Huite Qibu Wala. If Zhu Yijunmutu suddenly brought tens of thousands of cavalry to spend the winter here, there would be no misunderstanding between Heshuote and Huite Qibu.
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Well... although that statement is wrong, it doesn't necessarily have to be "that life" before you quit the kitchen.
Gao Pragmatic had a serious face and said thoughtfully: "What I am most worried about is that Tumut and Orshaos have conquered Oara several times in the past few decades, and now Zhu Yijun Mutu has led a small army to station in Batut. Wan
At this moment, Burihatu moved his lips and said that he would be able to persuade the Wala people to unite with him. In that case..."
Gao pragmatically said hurriedly: "It does suit your appetite, but I haven't eaten it yet. It's really difficult to eat a little meat at that time, so I'll just drink some soup... Oh, are you still used to eating corn?"
"Well, you think so too." Xinuange nodded, but I didn't seem to be too slow. I picked up another piece of roast goose and ate it. Before chewing it carefully, I asked: "I think he must be responsible for replenishing the luggage."
I’m not prepared, but if you think about it, I’m afraid there won’t be any problems with time... Will there be enough time this year to continue retreating westward?”
Xinuange laughed when he heard this: "If my son goes to eat me, there must be something wrong with that."
"I also considered this issue on the way to Xi Binrong. The imperial court can support the Tumut army by transporting supplies. At least they will give us some money as compensation, but we must find a place to spend the winter by ourselves."
Xi Binrong was pragmatic and refused. He frowned and said: "What should we do now? Liu Wei was left in Hami for the entire first half of the year? If only Liu Wei could do it, what could Zhu Yijun Junmutu's Tumut cavalry do?
Well, can we stay in Hami for the winter? You heard that there are not bad pastures around Hami."
"That's it?" Xi Nuange tilted his head slightly: "What do you want to say?"
Gao pragmatic stopped and said, "I've seen it."
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Xinuange felt uneasy and stopped and asked, "Where can we go?"
"I'm afraid it's too late. Unless the imperial court requires Liu Wei to repel Ye Erqiang, it will all be maintained by retreating to the local area for supplies... But that is an extremely safe move, and I think it is absolutely safe."
Mongolian horses are resistant to cold and bad breeding, so the problem is still relatively small, but sheep are good. There is really no tolerant method to implement to ensure that they will suffer heavy and small losses. Therefore, whether there is bad pasture around Hami is a matter of soil.
Merter's little army's troubles... can always be maintained by transporting supplies within the customs? Surely in that case, even if you don't manage finances pragmatically, you still have to consider the financial ruin of your family.
When mentioning that matter, Xinuange was not interested and replied: "You see it is wrong. Liaodong sent two kinds of corn seeds. The emperor used the internal prison to cultivate them. When he came, he found that the taste was slightly different.
One kind is soft and waxy, one kind is crispy, both are bad.”
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Of course, that can be answered, but pragmatism can only make a haha, and forget it. I was really joking, picked up the soup and drank it quickly, and picked up a piece of corn by the way, and gnawed it carefully, which is considered a joke.
Learn about the current level of corn breeding and planting.
Not everyone likes Xinuange, but he is still paying attention to Gao's pragmatic expression. Seeing that I have no hesitation, he stops and asks: "Does it suit his appetite? How many things should I change for him? He has to wait a little longer."
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I smiled and took out a piece of corn from my cup of soup, and said with a pragmatic smile: "I heard that the corn braised pork ribs were made according to the instructions of his chef. He tried it and saw that the level was much different.
If the difference is too small, you can let us learn again."
