It is indeed high yield.

Bro Hengsi put down the pen, still a little excited, thinking about it, any person who sees such a thing must be the same.

Regardless of whether it is to the people or officials, even if they are the emperor, they are irresistible with regard to food, which is the foundation of the people's livelihood.

If the people are not short of food and clothing, then how could he not be strong in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and how could he be bullied by other countries, as before, suffered the oppression and shame of others.

After putting away the things he had written, he walked over again and saw Shen Qingci still asleep.

He walked over, also sat beside Shen Qingci, and then pulled the quilt up for her.

This time, you get the best things. It may not be an A-niang, but these.

At the end of this big week, I owe you. Branding weighed and shook her hand gently. This is enough, really enough. In the future, you don’t need to do more for the big week, and the rest will be paid. Have us.

So, it’s simpler, okay?

And Shen Qingci frowned slightly, wondering what he was dreaming of?

On the second day, when she woke up, Lao Hengsi had already entered the palace, and also reported those sweet potato matters to Emperor Wen Yuan. I believe this will be the Great Zhou. Since Xuecai, so I got the best news.

It is possible for the people of Da Zhou to really go through an era when there is food to eat, and there is no food shortage.

It was an hour after Boring Hengshi left that Shen Qingci opened his eyes.

She sat up, but didn't slow down, she heard a squeak, and then she instinctively stretched out her hand, and directly took the little white fox and jumped over to herself.

Today we eat steamed sweet potatoes.

Shen Qingci nodded a little white head, it was delicious, I promise you will want to eat it a second time if you eat it once.

And while she was talking, she took her own clothes and put them on. Bai Mei came in and brought her breakfast as well.

Just two big steamed sweet potatoes.

Shen Qingci took a sweet potato, which was steamed, but it was still a little hot in her hand. She changed the sweet potato several times, and this was how she broke the sweet potato from the middle.

"Give you."

Shen Qingci placed half of the sweet potatoes in front of Baimei.

"Mrs. Xie."

Bai Mei quickly picked it up. She had a lot of light with her wife last night, and of course she also ate a bowl of sweet potato porridge. She has never forgotten the taste even now.

Shen Qingci divided it up again and put it in a small white plate.

Lao Bai ran over, sniffed it with his little nose, and ate it happily.

Shen Qingci touched its little head, and then ate the other half by himself.

After this bite, the sweet and glutinous feeling instantly filled her whole taste buds.

Familiar taste, familiar taste, she finally has no regrets in this life.

"Madam, this is really good."

Even if Baimei burned her mouth after eating, she still couldn't bear to put down half of the sweet potato in her hand, it was still sweet.

"You have someone to send some to Xiangjue Temple."

"Madam, I see."

Baimei took it down, and she would let her pass over in a while. The second son of their family was still copying the Buddhist scriptures there. This good thing, the wife didn't want other people, and her son naturally thought about it first.

Shen Qingci ate half a sweet potato, but he was already a little full. Laobai also ate his belly, ran to the tiger skin den to sleep and digest, and Shen Qingci gave the rest to the maid beside him. It is also for them to taste fresh. This kind of sweet potato is only steamed or roasted to be delicious. If it is past, it will not taste like that, and of course it will not be as delicious.

At noon, when Shen Qingci was thinking about how to eat sweet potatoes, he heard a cat cry.

She turned her head abruptly, and a big white cat came out from the door. The fur of this big cat was very shiny, and the figure was much larger than the average cat. The cat’s head was also very large. , Round and round, it is beautiful no matter what angle it is, although it is larger, it is also full of weight, although not as light and cute as other cats, it is also a real beauty.

"Miaomiao?"

Shen Qingci recognized Miaomiao at a glance, this is her little Miaomiao, I don't know how many years it has been snatched away by Emperor Wenyuan.

She stretched out her hand quickly.

The white cat ran over and also jumped on her lap.

Shen Qingci held Miaomiao, the more he felt its weight was amazing. If it weren't for Emperor Wenyuan to raise Miaomiao like the cat's ancestor, the palace would also let it run wild, so she would not teach Miaomiao to be raised by him.

It's not that she can't afford to raise a cat. Although she doesn't have much money now, raising a cat is not a problem.

Shen Qingci touched the white cat's head. The hair on his body was so bright and fragrant. This was the time when he had taken a bath, and it seemed that the secret medicine of Tanglin was not eaten for nothing.

Although cats live for much shorter time than foxes, Miaomiao's current coat color and physical condition should still be able to live for several years, even more than ten years.

"Meow..."

Miao Miao screamed, which was the same as the previous milk cat cry. He rubbed his head against Shen Qingci. Even if he didn't see it a few times in a year, he was still very close to Shen Qingci.

This is the cat raised by Shen Qingci, which was raised like a child.

I recently got a good thing called sweet potatoes, you will love it, and I will let you steam some.

"Meow……"

Miao Miao called again and seemed to agree.

Just when Shen Qingci had to say something, he heard a cough.

Oh, he is here too.

Shen Qingci knew that this person would come, even she knew who it was without her own sense of smell? She said, why is that person so generous, and sent Miao Miao back to her.

How many years have taken her Miaomiao home, never knowing to send her back, the king of this country, once the emperor, the entire world is his, why is her cat?

Shen Qingci let go of Miaomiao, no matter how unpleasant mood is, she also has to take care of it, so she doesn’t like Beijing. The longer she is away from Beijing, the less she doesn’t want to come back. She didn’t know before, but now she knows. Now, she walked sideways in her home, no one dared to say a word, but as long as she got to the palace, she would salute this and that.

She is such an arrogant person, but in the end she will bend her knees for these people, so she prefers to occupy the mountain outside and be a wild monkey instead of being imprisoned like a canary. In the boring imperial city.

"Holy Good."