Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

   Chapter 78 The Banquet

Not long after the thundering firecrackers were heard clearly in the prison, a jailer brought in the food box and lit the oil lamp closest to them in the aisle, "Brother Jiang, Erye Jiang sent someone to bring you dumplings. already."

  The younger brother is the second master, he is the eldest brother... Jiang Song stood up and said, "Thank you Junye, can you also use some of it?"

   "Our brothers have it, you can eat it while it's hot." The Jiang family always gave two meals, and the jailer was very satisfied with this.

  Jiang Song took the two children to wash their hands, opened the food box and put the dishes in the prison and placed them on the table. The smell of dumplings drifted away, causing many people to swallow in the dark. The one in the cell on the right couldn't wait to pull back the bricks and wait for the meal.

  Jiang Song had heard from his nephew that the old man next door had some friendship with his master, so he asked Jiang Ling to bring him a plate of dumplings.

   The black hand pulled the plate over for a few breaths before Jiang Ling heard the sound of "bah bah" and gargling. The man knocked on the wall and warned in a low voice, "Toxic."

   Jiang Ling was frightened and turned to grab the dumpling that Jiang Saburo was about to put into his mouth. There was something faster than him, a stone flew in and hit the back of Jiang Saburo's right hand. Jiang Saburo let go of his chopsticks with an "Ouch", and the dumplings also fell on the table.

  Jiang Song shivered with fright and looked at the unkempt prisoner in the opposite prison. Jiang Ling cautiously looked at the pitch-black cell opposite. Seeing that the people inside were no longer moving, he sat at the table with his back to him, took out the silver needle hidden in his sleeve and inserted it into the dumpling. The needle has turned black.

   "This..." Jiang Sanlang covered his mouth as soon as he shouted a word. Jiang Song was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat.

   Jiang Ling asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what should we do?"

   "Huh?" Jiang Song, whose hands and feet were cold, was now thinking about what would happen to them if they ate poison dumplings.

   Seeing that he couldn't count on the uncle, Jiang Ling told Jiang Sanlang, who was rubbing the back of his hand, to keep quiet, and then ran back to the east wall and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's the poison?"

   The guy who was almost poisoned over there was also very angry, "Arsenic, water!"

   Jiang Ling brought a bowl of water over, and there was another sound of gargling.

   Hearing that there was arsenic in the dumplings, Jiang Song asked slowly, "What about the soup?"

   Jiang Ling just took out the silver needle to try the dumpling soup, when footsteps were heard outside the prison, and the jailer just now came in with another food box and placed it in front of the prison, "Brother Jiang, the house sent another one."

  Jiang Song was stunned for a while, and then quickly went over to ask, "Can the dumplings in the food box just now be eaten by the army?"

   "Less meat," the jailer complained.

   Seeing his flushed face, Jiang Song was relieved, and forced a smile, "I have eaten lightly, this time I should have brought a lot of meat, hard worker."

   "You're welcome, just send a few more boxes." The jailer turned and left. Jiang Song slowly opened the food box, looking at the steaming dumplings inside, his eyes were red. Because of the shape of the dumpling, it looks like it was made by the mother, so this is the dumpling sent by the house.

   Just a little bit…

Just in case, Jiang Song asked Jiang Ling to try every dumpling. After confirming that it was non-toxic, he sent one to the cell on the right, and then sent another plate to the front of the cell to talk to the inmate who saved his son with a stone. , "This brother, would you like some dumplings?"

   The people in the prison on the opposite side didn't move. The old man named Liu Qu on the left pulled out the railing and stretched out his hand, "Master, what if he doesn't eat it for the little old man?"

   Jiang Song silently handed over the dumplings and returned to the low table to stare at the dumplings in a daze. Saburo snorted and whispered, "Dad, I'm hungry."

   Jiang Song, who had no appetite, nodded, "Eat it."

   Seeing his son filling his mouth with dumplings one by one, Jiang Song smiled and took a dumpling for his nephew, "Linger eats it too."

  Jiang Lingben didn't have any appetite either, but he didn't want to lose to Jiang Saburo, so he just counted one more food than him before stopping chopsticks.

   After eating a few hot dumplings, Jiang Song wrapped himself in the quilt and wondered who was going to kill them, and what benefit he could get by doing so.

In the palace, after Emperor Jinghe brought his subjects and royal relatives to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth, he and all the ministers had a banquet in Xuande Palace; Empress Kang also entertained the female relatives of various palaces in her Huachun Palace, and there was laughter and laughter everywhere in the palace, Very lively.

  On the first day of the new year, the wind was warm and the sun was shining. The young emperor was sitting in the hall, recalling the past and looking forward to the future. Among the hundreds of officials, people kept standing up to sing praises for the long live. The king and the emperor laughed constantly, and the hall was peaceful.

  Du Hai'an held the cup and looked at Duke Protector in front of him. Just when the imperial censor and Jing Zhaoyin brought up anecdotes in Beijing to coax the sage to show his face, Duke Protector just listened quietly and did not mention Jiang Feng's matter.

   He didn't mention it, and Du Hai'an didn't mention it either. He and Tao Sizheng, the Minister of Rites sitting next to him, wentssip with each sentence.

  When King and Emperor Chang wanted to come to congratulate the world, all the ministers bowed down to the mountain again and shouted long live. When Du Hai'an touched the ground with his head, he heard Xiao Junping, the minister of Dali Temple on the other side, say softly, "Twenty."

   How many times did you kowtow after the banquet started? Du Hai'an said with a smile when he got up, "Master Xiao is in good spirits."

   Xiao Junping laughed, "Not as good as Master Du."

  Du Hai'an, who had been keeping himself safe all morning, smiled, and then listened to Duke Protector finally speaking, "Long live, I have something to report to you."

   "Your Highness, please speak." Emperor Jing He was very polite to his father-in-law.

   To protect the country and justice, "My dog, I sent me a letter from home a few days ago..."

Listening to him talking about family matters, the courtiers who were listening attentively lost interest and began to whisper again, but Du Hai'an listened to Duke Huguo's nonsense very seriously, and said, "A name in the camp is called. Zhong Lei's lieutenant presented the dog with a meat meal called Rou Crisp, saying that his cousin thought that although it was made of meat, it was easy to store, would not rot for several months, and could be used as military ration."

  Forage is a major event, and the meat that does not rot for several months immediately aroused the interest of Emperor Jing He, "The prince will tell you in detail."

   "I brought a copy into the palace, please have a long live view." Duke Huguo presented a box of meat cakes with both hands. Hearing that there was food, all the officials were interested, but Du Hai'an was more concerned about who was the cousin of Zhong Lei, the lieutenant general of the battalion.

   When the little **** presented the wooden box on the jade case and opened it, Emperor Jing He looked at the rotten and soft meat inside with great curiosity, "Can this thing not rot for several months?"

"Yes."

   Before the Holy Master said anything, Qin Tianye, Minister of the Right, said, "It's not surprising that the meat will not rot for several months after being smoked and marinated."

  Huguo Gong replied, "The smoked and cured meat is hard and needs to be chopped and boiled when eating, which is time-consuming and laborious; the meat is crispy and easy to eat, and it is more convenient to carry."

   "The smoked and cured meat can be eaten directly. It is the old man who needs to chop and boil before eating." Qin Tianye replied.

  Young Prime Minister Does this mean that Duke Protector is too old to bite the meat? Baiguan did not dare to make a sound, and the atmosphere in the hall became tense.

With his uncle on one side and his father-in-law on the other, Emperor Jing He was hesitating about what to do when he was right, and Master Zuo Xiang and Tai Fu Yin Qian smoothed things out. It's not a bad thing either. Long live, please share a spoonful of pork cakes for the old minister to taste?"

   Emperor Jinghe immediately ordered the **** to deliver the meat cake to his mentor, "Taifu please use it."

  After eating it, Taifu Yin said with a smile, "Long live, this meat crisp melts in your mouth, it is very suitable for old ministers who have bad teeth."

   Huang Tong, the minister of military affairs, was also interested, "Long live, can you give some to the last general to taste?"

After Huang Tong, several courtiers from the Duke Huguo faction asked to taste it, and the hall became lively again. Emperor Jing He asked the eunuchs to divide the meat cakes, and the generals praised them one after another, saying that the meat cakes can be used as military food, especially in the cold weather. Better when frozen.

   A courtier asked Duke Huguo, "I wonder if there is such a thing on the market? I want to buy some and go back to honor my mother."

   Huang Tong sincerely sighed, "A person who can make meat into such a shape is also a genius."

   Duke Huguo smiled, "You may recognize this strange man, but he is Jiang Song, a member of the Ministry of Rites' Fine Dining Division."

   Meng Huizhou's face changed when he heard Duke Huguo mention Jiang Song.

  Besides Meng Huizhou who changed his face, there was also Yu Changjin, the commander of the Xicheng Army and Horse Division.

   (end of this chapter)