Enter the Room

Shao Qing didn't think much about it.

Song Jiuyun has always taken good care of Yuan Yunzhong's food, clothing and chewing. When he heard that Yuan Yunzhong was ill, it was only natural for him to send some tonics and make some side dishes.

He thanked him profusely and said, "It just so happens that the young master has not eaten well these past few days, and Mr. Jiang is worried about this!"

Then, before Song Jiyun could question Yuan Yunzhong's condition carefully, he said goodbye to Song Jiyun and went straight to the Liang County government office.

Song Jiyun couldn't sit still.

It's spring now. If you want to make kimchi from Sichuan and Chongqing, you may not be able to make delicious and appetizing kimchi overnight. But then she thought that because she loved this food and often made it at home, there should be old kimchi water in the kitchen. If you raise the temperature, you should be able to give it a try.

Song Jiyun went to the kitchen.

Sure enough, there is still some old kimchi water left in the kitchen, but Song Jiyu has been a little angry these days. She doesn't eat much at home, and the kitchen hasn't made kimchi for some days.

She simply asked the kitchen buyer to buy some fresh red and white radishes immediately, and prepared to make some kimchi herself.

The woman on the stove didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly ran to the vegetable farmer who often delivered vegetables to the Song family.

Song Jiyun thought that Yuan Yunzhong couldn't eat spicy food, so he ordered some rock candy, rolled up his sleeves and made some kimchi water. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pile of fresh spring bamboo shoots piled in the corner of the kitchen.

Sour spring bamboo shoots are also a good side dish, and this is the season for eating spring bamboo shoots. It's just that the sour bamboo shoots have to be pickled for two or three days before they are edible.

She simply told Zheng Quan: "Go and light up the small kiln in the slate house, and I will bake a few blanks."

Just take the kimchi jar and sour bamboo shoots over there and ferment them at high temperature.

Zheng Quan didn't know what the relationship between the kitchen and the small kiln was. He just thought it was Song Jiyun who suddenly had a new idea about burning the kiln. He responded and took the boys at home to get ready.

Song Jiyun came over with two ceramic jars, put some of the dowry porcelain that he had prepared for Song Jiyu to bake a few days ago, put it into the small kiln, and lit the fire.

By the next day, the porcelain that Song Jiyu had brought as a dowry was not ready, but the kimchi and pickled bamboo shoots she had made were ready. Especially the kimchi, because the chili peppers have been reduced and a large amount of rock sugar has been added, it has the sweetness of Suzhou cuisine and a hint of spiciness, which is very refreshing.

Song Jiyun tried the taste and saw that the pair of ceramic jars were clumsy and unsightly. He remembered that he also had a pair of glass bottles in his warehouse, so he asked the hairpin to find them, filled them with pickles and pickled bamboo shoots, and sent them to the county government.

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Yuan Yunzhong sat on the bedside with a pale face, holding an official document from the capital in his hand. He listened to County Magistrate Jiang talking about Prince Ning's case with a somewhat depressed expression: "Teacher, I guess the emperor means the same thing. As long as Prince Ning doesn't There is no mention of 'king shoulder to shoulder', no mention of 'ruling across the river', no rebellion, just be greedy, it's all about money. The so-called 'smuggling case' can be settled."

Despite this, he couldn't help but complain: "It's a pity that several colleagues in Nanchang Mansion have been humiliated in vain."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded sadly and talked about returning to the capital: "We will go together then."

County Magistrate Jiang hesitated after hearing this, and finally sighed and said: "That's fine. Who hasn't been young yet!"

Yuan Yunzhong lowered his head and said nothing.

The charming sunshine in spring shines in through the window lattice and falls brightly on the blue and white gourd vase on the table.

Shao Qing walked in: "Sir, Boss Song sent someone here. They said they were kimchi and pickled bamboo shoots. I went to show it to the doctor and he said you can eat it. I'll get some for you later."

Yuan Yunzhong looked up.

He didn't say anything, but County Magistrate Jiang said "ouch" and said, "Is this a glass bottle? This is the first time I've seen a glass bottle used to store pickles. Others have to keep the glass bottles as heirlooms. Song The boss is lucky, he can buy a lot of pickles and pickled bamboo shoots with these three or five coins. I have long heard that the Song family is the richest in the world, so the rumors are true."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yuan Yunzhong frowned, interrupted Magistrate Jiang abruptly, and warned him, "Do not expose your wealth. It is not easy for a woman to run the family. You are the parent official of Liang County. , how could you say such a thing?"

Can't he even express emotion?

Magistrate Jiang endured it again and again, but finally said nothing.

Yuan Yunzhong seemed expressionless, but there was a hint of light in his eyes, and he said to Shao Qing: "Let me take a look!"

Shao Qing also felt that Song Jiyun's gesture was a bit generous. He thought that Yuan Yunzhong was also curious, so he ran over with two glazed bottles in his arms and said: "These two glazed bottles are in good condition. I don't know if Boss Song even has the bottles." Did you bring all the food to us? Or are you just using this bottle to hold things?"

Yuan Yunzhong looked at the two glass bottles without moving and said, "Who sent it here? Where are the people?"

Shao Qing said: "The hairpin was sent here. He handed the things to me and left. It was said that Boss Song and Master Yan were going to visit several kilns and workshops that could burn new blue and white flowers today, and she had to rush Go back and help Zheng Quan—Boss Song suddenly opened the kiln last night and said he wanted to burn some dowry items for the second lady of the Song family."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded noncommittally, threw the official document in his hand on the small table beside the bed, and said, "Senior brother, do you want to have dinner with me before going to see Xu Guangzeng?"

Magistrate Jiang looked at the pickle bottle in Shao Qing's hand, then looked at the sun outside which had not yet reached midday, and said, "Do I count it as breakfast or lunch now?"

Yuan Yunzhong said calmly with a cold face: "If that's the case, then I won't keep my senior brother. The Xu family is a famous gourmet in the capital, and their cook must be very good."

"Forget it then." County Magistrate Jiang listened, sat down with his robe lifted up with a smile, and said, "Compared to the cooks of the Xu family, I look forward to Boss Song's craftsmanship more."

He was still there "tsk-tsk" and said: "I didn't expect that Boss Song could go to the hall and the kitchen, keep the family property and live in the inner house. I don't know which family will be so lucky to marry as a daughter-in-law."

Yuan Yunzhong's expression froze when he heard that, and he told Shao Qing: "I'm not very hungry yet. I'll have my normal lunch at noon."

He also asked County Magistrate Jiang: "Didn't you say you were going to see Xu Guangzeng? If you continue to linger here, I'm afraid you won't have breakfast here, and the Xu family's lunch will be delayed."

Magistrate Jiang glared angrily.

However, Jiang Xiaosi ran in and said, "Sir, are we still going to Master Xu's place? Several bearers are waiting in the sedan hall!"

Magistrate Jiang had no choice but to stand up, raised his eyebrows at Yuan Yunzhong and said, "I don't believe it. With my parents being officials in Liang County, I can still be short of kimchi and pickled bamboo shoots."

Yuan Yunzhong didn't even move his brows.

When County Magistrate Jiang left, he leaned on the big pillow on the bed and said to Shao Qing: "Go and find some glass bottles similar to those for pickled vegetables and pickled bamboo shoots and give them to Miss Song. We have eaten other people's pickled vegetables and pickled bamboo shoots. Fortunately, I even asked someone to pair it with a pair of bottles."

Shao Qing responded "Yes" and said, "Do you want to prepare anything else? Boss Song also sent some supplements and medicinal materials."

"I don't have anything good on hand at the moment." Yuan Yunzhong waved his hand gently, "Instead of giving away some inferior quality things to replenish the balance, it is better to buy something good. I will talk about this after I return to the capital.

Shao Qing nodded repeatedly.

A yamen servant sent a letter to Yuan Yunzhong: "I said that I was a classmate with you, so we must deliver the letter to you personally."