Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rebirth of a Lady: The Second Wife of the Hou Mansion!And she didn't know that the person who actually owed it was not her, but Shen Qingci.
"Go and hold me, let me see you," Shen Qingci is still the eldest son who has never seen Bai Mei. What does he look like?But they are definitely very strong children.
After Baimei came with her son’s little hand, Shen Qing resigned to like this little fat man. Really, Baimei raised the child very well. Now they are almost three-year-old children, and they are also clever and cute. .
Shen Qingci took his wallet and stuffed it in the child's hand.
"Thank you madam."
Xiao Pangdun knelt down properly, knocked his head to Shen Qingci, and said with a milky voice, "Thank you, Madam Xiaoyuan."
Shen Qingci rubbed Xiao Pang's little head, her eyes were clear and the corners of her lips smiled faintly, which was indeed very popular with children. Of course, she has always liked children very much, and she has a certain tolerance for children.
"Just right, you are here."
Shen Qingci now has one thing to let Baimei do.
And Bai Mei also stood there waiting for the master's command, Xiao Pangdun looked at this, and then at that.
A pair of eyes were also snoring, and he knew that this was a clever child.
And he also put his little hand behind him, Xiao Pang held the beads one after another, and Shen Qing gave a lot of meeting gifts. In this purse, I am afraid that there are a dozen gold and silver beads. .
But for children, they are only curious about these beads. As for what they are made of, they don't seem to have much idea in it.
After setting up her son, Baimei set out to do what Shen Qingci had investigated. She was originally a messenger with Shen Qingci. In the past ten years, she has rarely left, so the things in this house, She can naturally do it with ease.
Soon after, if true, she brought back the news Shen Qingci wanted to know.
"Really?"
Shen Qingci asked again.
"Yes, not at all."
Bai Mei replied, "None of these people are pregnant."
"That's fine," Shen Qingci turned the jade bracelet on his wrist, the bracelet was in the ring of jingle, and the clear voice was so good.
It doesn't matter when they give birth, and they are not in her control, as long as they don't give birth now, don't see her and a bunch of people will be pregnant right away.
At that time, I was afraid that she would really become a child-giving empress, and everyone wanted to touch it.
She didn't want to do such a highly anticipated thing.
But now it was time to let her sigh of relief, and no one should mention her ability to give birth to children.
In the distance, the spring scenery also reminded her of the snow vegetables in the village. It should be time to harvest the seeds again.
Of course, she didn't know that at the time of the reign, Sinong was holding a pickled vegetable, and was spitting wildly to tell Emperor Wen Yuan about the growth of pickled vegetable this year.
The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more he said, the louder his voice, and the more he said, he wanted to feel his tears.
"My emperor Hongfu Qitian, Sinong knelt on the ground, even if this dish is buried in the snow for two months, everything in the world does not grow, but it still grows perfectly, and when it is dug out from the snow, it is still green and new. Tender."
"Holy Lord, the people of Da Zhou finally don't have to be hungry anymore."
Don't think that this is just a vegetable. During the time of famine, it can be eaten as food. Even if it is enough for one day, it may save many lives.
"Good, good, good!"
Emperor Wen Yuan slapped the table vigorously, and now he was so excited when he saw these pickled vegetables. After two years, they spent two years and finally planted these pickled vegetables on a large scale.
Moreover, this snow vegetable is better to grow than they thought. It can be planted for two to three seasons a year, and it is much more resistant to freezing and drought than ordinary crops. It does not pick the land or the weather.
"When can I let the people of Da Zhou eat snow vegetables."
Emperor Wen Yuan asked, this is what he wants to know the most. Nowadays, this snow vegetable is not a rare thing in Beijing. He has it in the palace and the ministers of the court have eaten it, but he wants it. Not so, not to make these dishes become precious things, what he wants is that the people of Da Zhou can eat this kind of dishes.
Sinong's heart naturally knows it.
"Holy," he bowed again to salute.
"As long as the seeds of this season are collected, people can come over to learn planting techniques, and then distribute the seeds to them. By next year, most people should have vegetables to eat."
"For at least another two years, the pickled vegetables will be like sweet potatoes, and ordinary people can eat them, and ordinary people can see them."
After all, it would take several years for a new crop to be planted and for everyone to see this kind of vegetable. The reason is the seed problem.
Now the snow vegetables have been growing for two years, and the seeds they have collected are enough for distribution. At the beginning, these snow vegetables were planted bit by bit using a small handful of seeds.
It is not easy to plant a small handful of seeds to a few acres, and it is not true that it can be planted successfully every time, although it is said that this snow vegetable cannot be planted better.
But now I have only succeeded in planting here, and it is still hard to say in other places.
So the two-year period is only a conservative estimate.
However, by next year, most people can really eat this kind of food.
"Two years?" Emperor Wen Yuan was not too satisfied with these two years, even if he felt late in January.
He really didn't want to starve to death any of the people of Da Zhou. As the emperor, he felt so distressed and lie.
"If you do it right away, you must let all continents and counties learn the method of planting as soon as possible."
"The minister leads the order."
Sinong hurriedly knocked his head on the ground, and then stood up again, holding a dish standing aside.
"Lord Shuo."
Emperor Wen Yuan looked at King Shuo again.
"Maybe you have to bother you again."
The prickly pear is originally planted by Ping Hengxie. For the habits of prickly pear cress, the farmer may not be as good as him. The most important thing is that Ping Hengxu is the one that uses a handful of seeds to grow the prickly pear. People who come out.
What they have to do now is to plant the snow weed with a handful of seeds again.
"The minister leads the order."
Brando Hengsi nodded his head lightly, and he really had to go there once. After all, it was a matter of people's livelihood, and it was sloppy for a moment.
When he returned to the Fuzhong, he was the big event that made people prepare for the trip.
"Take them back together."
Shen Qingci played with Guo'er's little hands. Guo'er leaned against her mother's arms. There were five small hands with small fleshy nests. Not to mention how cute they were. Shen Qingci took her daughter's little hand and gave her a bite.
Guo'er blinked, maybe she was still a little scared, thinking that her mother was going to eat her, she shrank her body, but in the end she still didn't take her little hand back.