There is Room For the Poor Daughter

"Daohua and Wenxiu came back with a letter?"

Hearing that the housekeeper came to report, Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Li were both surprised.

Mrs. Yan said anxiously: "The letter, hurry up, bring the letter!"

Butler Sun immediately handed over the safety letter written by Daohua: "The letters of the uncle, the third master, and the fourth master are with the master. When the master said that he was going down, he brought it back in person."

While receiving the letter, Mrs. Li asked, "Did Wen Xiu, Wen Kai, and Wen Tao all write letters back?"

Butler Sun nodded quickly: "Yes."

Mrs. Li gave the letter to the old lady, let the old lady read it first, and then put her hands together: "Thank God, I can write back, I think it's all right."

Here, Mrs. Yan has read the letter and learned that the four Daohua brothers and sisters are doing well in Xingyun Mansion. Her heart was completely relieved, and she said, "Amitabha, I have to fast this month, thank you. The Bodhisattva blesses the descendants of the Yan family."

Mrs. Li hurriedly said, "Mother, my daughter-in-law also has to eat fast together."

The old lady handed the letter to Mrs. Li: "Go and tell your three brothers and three sisters, I'm afraid they haven't eaten or slept well these days."

Mrs. Li nodded in response: "Mother, I'll send someone to speak right away."

Former Ya.

Yan Zhigao took the letter from Yan Wenxiu and read it over and over several times, but his face was still full of disbelief.

In the letter, Yan Wenxiu and the three wrote about the situation in Jiguang in detail, and also talked about the medicine that Daohua took out to treat the plague.

The plague in Xingyun Mansion was under control, and the recipe was given by the eldest daughter!

At this moment, Yan Zhigao felt like a pie fell from the sky and smashed him into a dizzy feeling.

The eldest daughter likes to read medical books. He has also heard a few words from his mother and third brother about this, but he has never taken it to heart. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the Yan family had earned such a big credit.

Yan Zhigao read the letters again, carefully reading each one, and after confirming that it was true, he took a long breath.

Just when the Yan family received the letter from the Daohua brothers and sisters, the memorial from Xingyun House was also sent to the capital.

Royal Palace.

The emperor looked at the book on the old doctor Xu, and learned that he had found a prescription for the treatment of the plague, and that the plague in Xingyun Mansion had been controlled, and immediately said three words "good".

Below, several ministers also breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, because Jiguang was suffering from floods and plagues, the emperor was often angry. Today he reprimanded this one and tomorrow he punished that one, which made them tremble every time they went to court.

Now that the plague is under control, it is really gratifying!

"Yan Zhi Gao"

Looking at the person mentioned in the book, the emperor narrowed his eyes: "This name seems familiar!"

The Minister of Officials hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "Report to the Emperor, Yan Zhigao is the Xingzhou Zhizhou who produced high-yield grain seeds before."

The emperor looked stunned and nodded: "I remember, it's this person. By the way, has the grain output in Fenxi been reported this year?"

The Minister of the Household replied: "It has been reported, but the yield per mu of land that uses new grains has increased by almost one stone."

"it is good!"

The emperor shouted loudly, stood up, walked back and forth a few times, and then said: "Since the yield is really high, we should promote the new grains as soon as possible. By the way, give priority to those provinces in the north that are affected by the disaster."

Said, paused.

"This Yan Zhigao is a lucky general and deserves a good reward."

Xingyun House, Xingyuan.

After half a month of treatment, Xiao Yeyang's body is almost in good shape, Yan Wenkai can run and jump, but Dong Yuanxuan is still a little weak and needs to rest for a while.

One night, as soon as Daohua finished her work, Xiao Yeyang took her to the kitchen.

"Give!"

Looking at the steaming nugget soup on the table, Daohua was stunned for a while, and glanced at Xiao Yeyang in a dazed way.

Seeing Daohua's unsure look, Xiao Yeyang had to remind him, "Today, the first day of the eighth lunar month, have you forgotten what day it is?"

Daohua's eyes lit up: "Today is my birthday!" After saying that, she looked down at the pimple soup on the table, and then looked up at Henry Zhang, who looked a little unnatural. Said: "Is this the longevity noodles you made for me?"

Xiao Yeyang nodded with a stern face, and said awkwardly, "I also got interested when I had nothing to do. It was the first time I did it, and it wasn't very good."

After hearing this, Defu couldn't help but look up at the sky again.

For the bowl of nugget soup on the table, this afternoon, the master stayed in the kitchen all the time, which was quite idle.

The corner of Daohua's mouth twitched: "Xiao Yeyang, I think you may not have a clear understanding of yourself. You should be more confident. It's not that you're doing badly, but it's bad."

Saying that, he sat down at the table.

After hearing Daohua's words, Xiao Yeyang thought that Daohua disliked his craftsmanship, but in a blink of an eye, this guy actually picked up chopsticks and ate it directly.

Xiao Yeyang's heart tightened and he quickly asked, "Is it delicious? Oh, no, can I eat it?"

Just after taking a bite of the pimpled rice flower, he was silent for a while, swallowed the pimple in his mouth, and then looked at Xiao Yeyang faintly: "Xiao Yeyang, since you are not sure whether the pimple can be eaten or not, why do you still need it? feed me?"

Xiao Yeyang: ". I think, you should eat longevity noodles for your birthday."

Daohua looked at the noodle soup in the bowl, which didn't look like any noodles at all: "Whether this longevity noodles can be eaten or not?"

Xiao Yeyang's face froze, and he looked at the gnocchi in the bowl: "In order to ensure that it can be eaten, I cooked it for a long time. I think it should be edible."

Daohua looked at the sticky noodle soup and sighed, "You're almost boiled, it's definitely edible." At least it must be cooked.

Seeing Daohua burying his head and eating again, Xiao Yeyang felt embarrassed: "Why don't you eat it?"

Daohua shook her head: "Why don't you eat it? This is what you did, and it's the first time you've done it, so I'll have to enjoy it."

Seeing that Xiao Yeyang was a little embarrassed, he smiled again.

"Actually, the taste is not as bad as you imagined. It's just that you think sugar is salt. The nugget soup should be salty. You made it sweet."

"However, I'm not picky, it's just sweet, it's up to you to change your taste."

Seeing the delicious taste of Daohua, Xiao Yeyang didn't perfunctory him. The corners of Xiao Yeyang's mouth slowly raised, feeling that all the busyness this afternoon had become meaningful.

"Eat it slowly, don't worry, if it tastes good, I'll make it for you right away, just before the fire goes out."

"Cough cough~"

Daohua accidentally choked, and then began to cough.

Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang quickly stood up, walked to Daohua's side, and patted her on the back.

After coughing for a while, Daohua felt much better, and hurriedly said to Xiao Yeyang, "No need, I'll be full after eating this bowl."

Sweet lump soup. Although it can be eaten, it is too tired to eat!

Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua, and was silent for a while: "Okay, this time, it's true that my hands are a little rusty. I'll be fine next year."

Daohua suddenly made a clever move.

Coming next year?

God, please forgive me!