There is Room For the Poor Daughter

Daohua stayed in Taohua Temple for five days, and then took the emperor down to the land for five days.

Seeing her master make medicated meals for the fifth master every day, Daohua was heartbroken and had to change the law to carry out labor reform for the fifth master.

Fortunately, the emperor really wanted to know more about farming. In addition, the output of crops in Daohua Zhuangzi was higher than other places. He also wanted to see what was going on, but he was willing to cooperate. In this way, the two of them got along well. Pretty happy.

There were foreign guests, and Daohua wanted to wait for the fifth master to leave before leaving, but Mrs. Li sent someone to send a letter to ask her to go back, so she could only leave reluctantly.

Before leaving, Gu Jian repeatedly told Gu Jian not to make medicated meals for the fifth master.

Here, when the emperor saw that Daohua had finally left, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had learned a lot of farming and saw the hard work of the farmers, he was really tired.

"Uncle, is the marrow grass mature?"

Gu Jian took the emperor to the pharmacy: "I have been observing for the past few days, and the meridian grass has not changed, it should not continue to grow."

The emperor hurriedly asked, "Then can I prepare the Eight Vein Pills now?"

Gu Jian nodded: "Okay."

Seeing Gu Jian frowning, the emperor asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Gu Jian: "The meridian grass planted this time is not half the size that the girl that Daohua planted last time."

The emperor frowned: "Why is this?"

Gu Jian didn't quite understand either. After being silent for a while, he asked uncertainly, "Could it be that the soil fertility has decreased?"

Emperor: ".There should be a possibility."

Gu Jian: "I checked, and the meridian grass has matured and can be used as medicine. It has been more than half a month since you came out.

The emperor nodded: "It's hard work, uncle."

When Gu Jian was preparing the Eight Veins Pill, the emperor called Wei Qi: "Where did the Yan family get the soil from?"

Wei Qi nodded: "I found it."

Emperor: "You bring people over there and get more soil over there."

Wei Qi hesitated.

When the emperor saw it, he immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Qi replied, "To tell the truth, my subordinates had already gone to fetch the soil over there when the pith grass was planted, and had also experimented with other herb seeds."

Emperor: "Have you experimented? What was the result?"

Wei Qi had a bitter expression on his face: "The subordinates have not planted anything, so they also asked a number of medicinal farmers, but they all said that this is ordinary soil without anything special."

The emperor frowned: "What happened to the pot of soil in the uncle's pharmacy?"

Wei Qi shook his head: "My subordinates don't know either."

The emperor pondered for a while, then turned around and entered the pharmacy. After a while, he grabbed a handful of soil and came out: "Go to the pharmacist and ask, and see how the soil is different?"

Wei Qi took the soil carefully and left quickly.

That night Wei Qi came back with a white-haired agronomist.

"Master, this old man's family has grown medicinal herbs for generations, and he often collects medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests. He said that the soil I used was ordinary forest soil."

Hearing this, the emperor looked at the medicine farmer: "Are you sure about the old man?"

Seeing that the emperor's identity was unusual, the medicinal farmer was a little cautious, but nodded affirmatively: "The soil that my brother showed us is ordinary mountain forest soil."

After thinking about it, the emperor went into the pharmacy and took out the porcelain basin: "Look at what's in here again."

The herbalist smelled and tasted again, and then affirmed: "This kind of soil can be seen everywhere in the deep mountains, but"

Emperor: "But what?"

The medicine farmer smiled and said, "The fertility of this soil seems to be more than sufficient."

The emperor asked a few more questions. Seeing that there was nothing to ask, he motioned Wei Qi to take the person away.

"Does the cultivation of pith grass require sufficient soil fertility?"

The emperor looked at the porcelain pot, because the soil fertility has decreased, so the pith grass of the second harvest is not as big as the first?

Apart from this reason, the emperor could not think of any other reason.

Eunuch An thought for a while and said, "Master, you can bring the porcelain basin back. There are many imperial physicians in the palace, and there are also many herbalists in the royal pharmacy. Maybe they can find out the reason."

The emperor nodded casually.

He felt that it was very likely that the girl from the Yan family had a bad luck, and just installed a pot of soil that was fertile enough for the growth of medulla. If he wanted to encounter it in the future, it would be up to God.

The emperor is not a serious person who loves to die. Since he took over the throne, he has encountered a lot of things that he can't tell the reason.

Without Daohua's help this time, Gu Jian was busy for two days before formulating the Eight Veins Pill.

"Master, didn't we have three last time? Why is there only one this time?" Eunuch An couldn't help asking.

Gu Jian explained briefly: "The meridian grass last time was big, so I made three. If I made two this time, the efficacy might be weakened."

The emperor smiled and said: "One is enough." Although he wanted to keep one more, or pass it on to his son, or reward others, these are not as important as getting through the eight meridians himself.

After that, Gu Jian began to boil the medicinal bath soup.

The emperor may have been soaked for four days because of his old age, before he opened up the eight extraordinary meridians.

Feeling a lot lighter, as if the emperor who was a few years younger was very happy, he bowed to Gu Jian ninety degrees: "Thank you, uncle."

Gu Jian smiled and said "um", then thought of something, and said, "Don't forget the credit of that girl Daohua."

The emperor smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle, she is your apprentice, and I can't treat her badly."

Gu Jian took advantage of the situation and said, "I can see that she and Ye Yang can talk relatively well. My sister is also very optimistic about the two children. You should consider whether to give the two children a marriage or something."

Hearing this, the emperor was stunned for a moment: "Is the eldest girl of the Yan family assigned to Ye Yang? Isn't this too wronged for Ye Yang?"

Gu Jian had a bit of displeasure on his face: "Why do you feel wronged by Yeyang? Daohua has a lower family background. In other respects, whether it's appearance or character, which one is worse than a high-ranking woman?"

"Besides, after Ye Yang came to Zhongzhou, he got closer to the Yan family. The two children know each other well and have similar temperaments. I think the two are a good match."

Seeing my uncle's serious face, as if he was in a hurry if he didn't agree, the emperor laughed a little: "Uncle, I will consider this matter carefully, no matter what, I have to ask Xiao Jiu, you say yes? ?"

Gu Jian snorted: "Ask Xiao Jiu? I think it's better. That guy even straightened his concubine. He has no concept of right and wrong, so don't count on him."

The emperor touched his nose. Speaking of which, he agreed to uphold Ma's family in order to restrain the Jiang family: "Uncle, don't worry, by the way, Ye Yang said that his marriage should be his own."

Having said this, the emperor suddenly stopped.

Isn't that kid asking for this grace just for the big girl of the Yan family?