Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 159 Chapter 150 Eight: Let's Build an Inn

"I've heard this rumor too! Didn't it spread like this when the first emperor was still alive? I also heard that the first emperor originally wanted to make King Yan the crown prince, but in the end he changed his mind because of this rumor! "

"Oh? What's the matter? Isn't it true that we have a great reputation since we were young? I heard that the former emperor loved him the most. How could he choose to make King Yan the crown prince?"

The man smiled mysteriously, "So you are ignorant? Do you know who the mother and concubine of King Yan are? That is Concubine Mei Xian who was loved by the late emperor since he ascended the throne. Family background, even Feng Zhong Palace is not a problem."

"Is it that Concubine Mei Xian? The King of Yan is actually born of her? Why haven't I heard of this before!"

The man shook his head and said, "Our late emperor, how many concubines have he had in his 47 years of reign? A generation of newcomers in the harem replaced the old ones. Although Concubine Mei Xian has been favored since entering the palace, she has only been prosperous for ten years and has never been able to conceive. Longzi, finally got old and finally conceived, but he was born with hard work, and he was gone. No matter how great the love was, it disappeared with death. Later, this king of Yan was adopted under the name of the empress dowager, So, there are many people who don't know that his biological mother is Concubine Mei Xian."

"However, even though Concubine Mei Xian is gone, King Yan has always been looked down upon by the late emperor since he was a child. Otherwise, it is not a lie that the late emperor favored him as the crown prince."

"Doesn't that mean that King Yan can almost become...that one? Now I can only be an idle prince, do you think you are willing?"

"Who knows if you are willing or not? The previous emperor had so many sons, but you see, our sage's ascension to the throne was smooth and smooth. There was nothing wrong with it. The emperor was expected by everyone, and he was born in the middle palace. , who dares to rebel? That is something the world will not tolerate."

The man smiled, "The Empress Dowager Qianqiu will be here soon, King Yan will definitely go back to celebrate her birthday, I wonder if the matter of marrying the princess will be mentioned again?"

Compared with other things, the fact that this majestic prince has broken sleeves is more interesting.

Song Qiu listened to the words, and the mule cart moved faster, seeing that he was about to reach Changhe, so he didn't listen any more.

I just thought that the King of Yan was such a King of Yan.

Didn't you mean idle?
Travel around?

Why did the copper bird have something to do with him, so angry that he wanted to send someone to assassinate Chang Shan Wang Shizi?
This is not something an idle prince would do.

Song Qiu only believed half of it, but after all, it was a little far away from her life, so it was fine after hearing it.

Just thinking about the Empress Dowager Qianqiu, I am afraid that many people will go to the capital to celebrate her birthday. This official road leading directly to the capital will be lively at least, right?

Then her tavern will speed up.

Old Yuan was curious about why Song Qiu made a special trip to fetch so many beans. Hearing that he was paid for it, he was relieved. It was not appropriate to take so many beans from elder brother's house for nothing.

After closing the stall in the next afternoon, Song Qiu processed the Hudou first.

First wash it with clean water and pick out the bad ones that are rotten.

Then stir-fry in a large pot to fry the shells, and soak them in cold water immediately after the pot is removed.

Soak it overnight, wait until the stall is out tomorrow, drain the water, and when you are free, the three of you will shell the beans together and peel them out.

When the stall was collected in the evening, Song Qiu steamed the peeled bean sprouts in a steamer, let it cool down, and then mixed it with flour.

Finally, the dried loofah sacs are used to spread the bottom, and the bean paste mixed with flour is spread evenly layer by layer in the steamer drawer of the same size specially bought at Sun Dadie's house.

Cover it with loofah leaves or something, and put it in a sleeping room under a ventilated window.

Song Qiu would inspect the stall every day when he came back from closing the stall. He didn’t go in to test the temperature until he found white mold on the top. When he found it was a little hot, he used clean chopsticks to turn over the watercress layer by layer. The agglomerated watercress is broken apart by hand, then scattered, and then fermented.

Two days later, I looked again, and it turned out that the bean sprouts were covered with mold, black and green, very unsightly.

Old Yuan's probe came over to take a look, then frowned, "Isn't it all moldy? Is it broken?"

Although I don't know what it is to eat, but after working for so many days, seeing that it is moldy, old Yuan's heart is agitated.

Song Qiu sniffed the smell and said with a smile: "It's not moldy, it's just like this, it's just right!"

Speaking of dispersing the agglomerates one by one, let the watercress spread out petal by petal.

Then put them one by one in a dustpan, put them in the sun for a long time, and finally rub them with your hands and sieve them through a sieve to remove the mildew, and the fermented moldy Douban will look good immediately.

Old Yuan grabbed a handful and smelled it, and it smelled delicious, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and I became curious about Song Qiu's food.

After the mildewed watercress was ready, Song Qiu carefully packed it in a clean cloth bag, and then just used it.

And it came to the end of July in a flash. During this period, the weather became hotter and hotter, and the autumn tigers became more and more serious.

Taking advantage of this hot day, the business of the tea shed is booming again for ten days.

Song Qiu was so tired that he lost a lot of weight.

Seeing that the peppers were turning red, Song Qiu simply decided to temporarily close the tea shed.

Anyway, after the heat is over, there is no need to pull the ice cubes, and only sell hot tea, so it needs to be lighter. Take advantage of this time, take a rest, and she will get her important things done first before coming back.

However, the tea shed can't just be empty like this. It's best to plan and build a small inn while it's not open.

For this reason, Song Qiu spent an afternoon discussing with Liu Caigui and his son how to build it.

Liu Caigui is a carpenter, when did he build a house?Seeing that Song Qiu was here, I was very puzzled.

Later, I heard that Song Qiu didn't want to build any brick and tile houses, but a wooden inn made of pure wood, which is what he is good at.

But if he has never built a house, even a wooden house needs to be carefully considered. For this reason, Liu Caigui made a decision and hired his brother-in-law who specially built houses for others as a consultant.

Afterwards, I did some research with Song Qiu's charcoal drawings. After about three days, I approached Song Qiu and announced that work could start.

Song Qiu first took ten taels of silver to Liu Caigui, and asked him to take full charge of building the inn, hiring people to cut wood and so on.

Fortunately, Songshan belongs to his own village, and he doesn't need any money to cut wood, he just needs to hire someone to do it.

In addition to the manpower and wages for building the inn, Song Qiu reckoned that it would not cost much, at least it was much cheaper than building a brick house.

And it looks good.

That's why she decided to build a wooden inn, which is simple and not tacky.

Liu Caigui took the silver and patted his chest to promise that it would be beautiful for Song Qiujian.

When it was over, I yelled in the village. There were no fields on the left and right, those who had no work in their hands, and those who had leisure, all gathered at once and went to the mountains to chop wood.

The cut wood is more convenient than going to the village by going down the official road from Ershan and pushing it back to the long river.

Everyone gathered firewood with high flames, but within two days, a lot of wood was brought back. Liu Caigui saw that it was almost done, so he stopped shouting.

Then these people helped to deal with the chopped wood, and painted the ground to lay the foundation and so on. It was a busy day.

As for Liu Caigui, his father and his son, they grew up by the long river, and stayed here at night, worrying about so much wood.

(End of this chapter)