Which household among the people can afford ice cubes? It is really a genius combination to use it to store this soup.

Moreover, something that is already tasteless will taste better if it is chilled.

Li Congshan shook his head, feeling that it was too extravagant and wasteful.

Princess Wei Mei said that the mung bean soup seemed to be made by the Ouyang governor who taught them how to eat it in his hometown. It can cool down and relieve the heat... Hehe, can it not be cool if you add ice?

Li Congshan was a little less interested, but after all, it was given by the princess, so it would be unreasonable to throw it away casually.

He had to take the lead, so as usual, Li Congshan took the lead in tasting the poison after briefly testing the poison with a silver needle.

Li Congshan was seen standing still.

The surrounding soldiers who took off their masks and prepared to taste it suddenly noticed that their general's eyes widened a bit, and they quickly took a taste. Then they simply dropped their spoons, took the bowl directly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, all the soldiers, not knowing why, immediately gathered around to eat. The soldiers who were originally hesitant and cautious also joined in. After tasting, their eyes lit up.

Li Congshan licked his lips and looked at the empty bowl of mung bean soup with a look of surprise and surprise.

It’s sugar, sugar is added to it!

In the Zhou Dynasty, sugar was very expensive. It was really luxurious to put it into soup and boil it. It is estimated that only a family like Xunyang Prince's Mansion could be so generous.

“Iced mung bean soup…”

Li Congshan muttered, glanced at the soldiers rushing to drink, and then looked at the figure of Princess Wei Mei in front of the mansion not far away.

She took her maids with her and was supervising some carriages entering the inner house.

Just after Wei Mei brought these iced mung bean soup to reward the White Tiger Guards soldiers, she casually mentioned that some ice cubes would be sent to the mansion's ice cellar for storage recently.

Li Congshan glanced at it and didn't stop him. He turned around and filled up another bowl of iced mung bean soup...

In the next few days, ice carriages entered the inner house to unload their goods every day.

Li Congshan and other soldiers gradually became accustomed to it. At first, they would do spot checks. However, later, the soldiers discovered that if the goods were opened, the ice cubes would be exposed and melt easily. The sun was very strong outside, and ice cubes were expensive.

It was outrageous, and no one could afford to pay for it. The most important thing was that the prince and princess were nearby, and it was easy to look unhappy, so everyone turned a blind eye and just checked the coachman as a routine before letting the carriage into the inner house.

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In addition, watching the ice carriages coming and going non-stop, the soldiers became more and more impressed by the richness of the palace and how much ice there was.

However, everyone also enjoyed the blessing. From time to time, Princess Wei Mei would send out some iced mung bean soup to reward the soldiers. Everyone was also happy to see that the palace had more ice...

However, there was also one person who objected.

Female Shi Miaozhen.

She threw away a bowl of iced mung bean soup and bluntly asked Li Congshan and others how they could be lazy and neglect their duties.

He also said that they came here under orders to protect the palace, and it was against the rules to accept delicacies in private.

He also said that he would report the matter to the court.

This made Li Congshan and other soldiers a little embarrassed, but on the second day, Princess Wei Mei gave more gifts...

This day, dusk and evening.

Several carriages carrying ice cubes finished unloading and left the inner house as usual.

Under the eaves of the pavilion, Li Congshan, who had drank ice-cold mung bean soup again today, quietly watched the carriage go out.

When he passed the place where the carriage wheels passed, he squatted down, picked up the mud left by the wheels, put it to his nose, and smelled it.

Li Congshan looked at the direction of Kuanglu Mountain not far away, his expression thoughtful.

But soon, he stood up, clapped his hands, and went to lead the night shift.

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Over in Longcheng County, Magistrate Diao received a letter.

Ouyang Rong received this news when he arrived at Jiangzhou lobby early in the morning.

After receiving the letter and reading it, he gradually raised his eyebrows.

The letter mentioned two things. First, Master Shandao rejected the invitation to the celebration.

He couldn't come on the day of the celebration. The letter said that he had recently gone out to give alms, and he was accidentally caught in the rain and fell ill.

In addition, Master Shandao also said that he would come back to observe the Buddha after he recovers from his illness, and let Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen go and liven up the celebration first to make His Majesty happy.

Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to move his gaze downward.

The second thing is about Ah Qing.

The last time Magistrate Diao came to Xunyang City for a meeting, before returning home, Ouyang Rong specifically asked Magistrate Diao to visit Ah Qing's family on his behalf.

The most important thing is to ask A Qing privately whether a tall blonde Hu Ji and her people have been looking for A Qing these days.

After reading the letter, Ouyang Rong relaxed his brows and let out a long breath.

According to what Ah Qing said, Xuezhongzhu hadn't looked for her for a long time, maybe he had forgotten her.

In addition to responding to this matter, Ah Qing also sent something, saying it was a birthday gift for Mrs. Zhen, and asked him to deliver it on her behalf.

When Ouyang Rong took the floral cloth bundle from the messenger, he weighed it in his palms and put it away first without knowing what it was.

Ouyang Rong turned to deal with his official duties. He spent the whole morning concentrating on solving all the important matters in a short period of time. He let out a breath and asked someone to call Yan Liulang and others to explain them one by one.

Mrs. Pei Shisan was away, so she was running between Kuanglu Mountain and the newly built Bingjian Store, busy making ice and transporting it to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

Although he has improved the earthwork method for making ice from saltpeter, it has a shortcoming, that is, it consumes too much saltpeter and other raw materials. However, manpower and raw materials are not a problem. It may work wonders with great effort, but it requires Pei Shisanniang to keep an eye on it.

I can't find any free time.

After finishing everything, Ouyang Rong picked up Ah Qing's baggage, left the main hall, patted his butt and left.

In the main hall, Yuan Huaimin and other officials who were working hard looked at his back with envy.

Because in the next few days, except for Yan Liulang's daily report, Ouyang Rong did not need to come to the Jiangzhou lobby anymore. He took a three-day vacation on the grounds of his aunt's birthday. Well, the approver was himself.

Yuan Huaimin sighed, his eyes a little sad.

Mrs. Zhen was ruthless in not sending him an invitation letter for her birthday, probably because she was afraid that he would continue to have sex for nothing, but Yuan Huaimin would bring a gift. Although he had not started to prepare it until today, he felt that her heart was the most precious.

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All in all, since he couldn't go to Mrs. Zhen's birthday ceremony, Yuan Huaimin had to go to the Xunyang Grottoes to paint during the celebration ceremony before he could rest for a day.

In addition, Yi Qianqiu, the tribe's sister, often came to him in the evenings these past few days to nag him, and tonight was the same. She said she had an important thing to tell him tonight, regarding the celebration ceremony, and told him to be sure to come back at night and not to go to Xunyang Tower to drink.

Listen to music.

Yuan Huaimin felt that the important things about the celebration ceremony were nothing more than some flattering details when painting in public, because after the completion of the giant Buddha, the picture of officials and people celebrating together was to be presented to the aloof saint and unfolded in the court.

The scroll is for the appreciation of saints and civil and military officials...

This is not a painting task, but a political task.

Yuan Huaimin frowned at the thought of having to face Yi Qianqiu's tiger face again after getting off duty today.

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