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Chapter 182: Discussions in Qianqing Palace

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    According to the traditional method of his hometown, Xiao Fugui put the fresh corn into the steamer.  Just like steaming steamed buns, after steaming for about a quarter of an hour, when you take out the steamed corn, a burst of fragrance will hit your nostrils.

    The imperial chefs all came closer to take a look, and saw Xiao Fugui cutting the corn into sections with a kitchen knife, putting it into the imperial plate, and then covering it with a lid to keep it warm.

    Immediately afterwards, the eunuchs of Shangshan Supervisor hurriedly pushed the wooden cart towards Cining Palace.  In fact, it is not easy for those who are in charge of food supervision. It is still difficult to ensure that the entire harem has hot meals at all times.

    Countries like Cining Palace and Kunning Palace are provided first.  For example, some concubines who are not favored will have to be delayed.

    ??As for Queen Yi'an's bedroom in Cining Palace, the food ordered by Queen Yi'an must be delivered as soon as possible.

    In Cining Palace, Zhang Yan felt a little strange when Superintendent Shang Shan brought the chopped corn.  As the lid on the plate was lifted, a burst of fragrance of corn hit the nostrils.

    "How do you eat this?" Zhang Yan looked at Zhu Cixiang questioningly.

    Zhu Cihong picked up a piece of cut corn and said, "You can just eat it. You can't eat the corn cob."

    ????????????????????????????????????Zhu Cixi started eating in a self-demonstration.  Not to mention, the sweet taste of corn that had not been seen for a long time. Zhu Cixi smiled and said: "Auntie, please try how it tastes."

    Zhang Yan then picked up a piece, put it in her mouth and tasted it: "Well, it tastes very sweet."

    The dog-legged Liu Laifu lowered his head and looked at the corn on the plate eagerly.  As a cultivator, he has no right to taste such delicacies.

    However, Zhu Cixiang did not forget him. He took out a piece from the plate and said: "Laifu, you have worked hard in farming. This is a reward from this palace. It can be regarded as the reward you deserve for your hard work."

    Laifu immediately smiled and hurriedly knelt down: "I thank the prince for his kindness!"

    As the most deserving reward, it is not an exaggeration for him to eat a piece of corn grown by himself.  Indeed, as Zhu Cixi said, this is what he deserves.

    In fact, rewards are not important, nor is the rarity of things.  Laifu just wanted to taste for himself what the things he planted personally tasted like.  After tasting it, Laifu felt that the taste was good, but it did not taste like dragon liver and phoenix marrow as he imagined.

    It does have a slight fragrance, is sticky, sweet, and delicious.

    Zhang Yan only ate a small piece. For her, it was such a rare thing that she had never eaten before.  She just couldn't bear to offend Zhu Cixiang. However, such a high-yielding crop tasted so delicious. It would be a happy thing if it could be popularized among the people.

    "Cixun, give some to your father so that he can have a taste." Zhang Yan said.

    Zhu Cixiang was a little frightened. One day, he said, "I don't dare to see my father. My father is eager to eat me now."

    Queen Yi'an Zhang Yan couldn't help but shook her head: "Don't you understand? If you want to popularize this crop, how can you do it without your father's order? If your father is willing to pay attention to this thing, with the order of the imperial court,  If it spreads throughout the country, then as you said, no people will starve to death in the Ming Dynasty."

    When Zhu Cihong heard this, he was overjoyed: "Yes, I will send the child to my father right now."

    In the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen recruited several ministers to discuss matters, including Zhu Chunchen, Duke of Chengguo.

    Looking at the memorial from the governor of Shandong on the table, Chongzhen looked sad: "My dear friends, I have no other intention of coming to you today. It is just that we, the monarchs and ministers, should think carefully about whether there is a way to prevent famines in various places.  .¡±

    The ministers looked at each other and asked, "Long Live Lord, what's going on?"  How is this possible without allowing famines to occur everywhere?  Have you been confused by these official matters in recent days?

    "This, long live my lord, natural and man-made disasters are inevitable and cannot be caused by human power."

    "Yes, long live this, no one wants to have this famine. But what the court should do most is to provide disaster relief."

    Chongzhen sighed, his face covered with vicissitudes of life: "Oh, I don't know. But since I came to the throne, natural and man-made disasters have never stopped. I often wonder if I became the emperor and caused such trouble.  God is angry and people are resentful. God punished me, the Ming Dynasty, and this caused resentment among the people. But what crime does God have to punish me alone? Why bother to embarrass the thousands of people of my Ming Dynasty?"

    Chongzhen really blamed himself, and the ministers hurriedly knelt down: "Long live Lord, don't blame yourself, the natural disaster has nothing to do with me. Long live Lord, on the other hand, has worked day and night for the sake of the country. It's the ministers who deserve to die."

    Zhu Chunchen also knelt down, but he didn¡¯t say anything.??, as long as it is because of a guilty conscience.  It seems that Chongzhen's conversation was aimed at himself in every aspect.

    Only those with evil intentions would think so. When Zhu Chunchen was the governor of Beijing Camp, he made a lot of money.  Just the money from the empty pay of the three camps every year has already bulged his pocket.  Not to mention, he still has two steel plants that supply the Bureau of War.

    ??????????????? But Long live the Lord seems a little strange today, always saying some irrelevant things.  Could it be that you are talking about me, Zhu Chunchen?

    Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Zhu Chunchen's forehead.  Suddenly, Zhu Chunchen, who was so blessed that his soul was filled with happiness, climbed out and said, "Long live my Lord, I have something I want to say to you."

    Chongzhen was startled. He just wanted to find a few ministers to talk to, and had no other intentions.  As an emperor, it is too lonely.  He wanted to open up his voice and maybe get some useful information from his ministers.

    Who knows what Zhu Chunchen was doing when he climbed out at this time. Chongzhen frowned slightly and said, "If you have anything to do, we can discuss it at court tomorrow."

    Zhu Chunchen determined that Chongzhen¡¯s small council was aimed at him.  Either the prince must have greeted him, and he said without hesitation: "Long live Qi, I am guilty."

    Several ministers were even more surprised, and even Chongzhen was startled: "Mr. Cheng Guo, what crime have you committed?"

    "Chen, Chen" For a moment, Zhu Chunchen couldn't say what he was guilty of, so he simply told the truth. He wiped his sweat and said, "I was ashamed to take the post of Governor-General of Jingying Military Affairs in the past, but I didn't know that I resigned."  Only then did I realize that the three major battalions had already suffered from frequent shortcomings. The soldiers were slack and slack, and the armaments were lax. I have something to ask, and I am willing to offer two million taels of silver to rectify the three major battalions. This is also a wish that I will not redeem myself until I die.  ¡±

    "Damn Zhu Chunchen, you bastard, you are trying to imitate Zhou Kui, the patriarch of the country.

    Several other courtiers who came with him complained endlessly and said for a long time that you, Zhu Chunchen, are here to donate money.  Donate again, you are using us as a money bank.

    ¡°You pretended to be a good person in front of Long Live Lord, and you suddenly mouthed two million taels.  Don't you think about where you got these two million taels of silver? If this is found out, it will kill you.

    ¡°You are now donating in front of everyone. Aren¡¯t you forcing us to raise funds with you?  The remaining courtiers looked at Zhu Chunchen's back hatefully, wishing they could crush him to death.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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