My wife is number one in the world

A middle-aged man with a fat belly came out of the back hall angrily, holding a teapot from the official kiln in his hand, and sipped two cups of tea from the teapot from time to time.

"Shopkeeper, this person asked if we have red beans in the store, and the little one told him that there are, and he said he wanted one."

"Smash the field, this is my field. This young master, you are here to smash the field on Jin's chassis."

"Shopkeeper, you misunderstood, I just bought it as a gift."

Jin Daya laughed, "Young master, when you give gifts to others, you usually use gold, silver, jewellery, precious jade, antique calligraphy and paintings, but you use red beans as gifts, or just one grain. Are you kidding me?"

"It's really a gift. There is no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry."

"Except for the emperor who has no shortage of gold, silver and jewels, what else can you give to the emperor?"

"It really is."

With a snap, a cloth bag was thrown on the counter in front of him, and Jin Daya was holding the teapot: "One catty of red beans, five taels of silver, do you want it!"

"Eh!" Liu Mingzhi tilted his head and looked at Jin Daya's appearance and smiled twice. It turned out that the temper of not doing business with less money was the same in the north thousands of years ago.

Liu Mingzhi searched his whole body and found out that there was an ingot of twelve taels of silver.

Heartbroken for a while, he slapped the silver ingot on the table: "You don't need to look for the shopkeeper, can you borrow a pen and ink?"

Or else money can turn ghosts around, Jin Daya saw that the ingot of silver didn't show the slightest arrogance, he licked his face and took the silver and stuffed it into his cuff.

"Yes, of course, young master, wait a moment, Lao Jin will go and get it."

A moment later, Jin Daya came out with the Four Treasures of the Study in person: "Young Master, please use, the ink is ready."

Liu Mingzhi frowned and looked at the rough papyrus on the table: "Shopkeeper, don't you have good rice paper?"

"Young master, Lao Jin runs a grain store, so how can he be willing to use high-quality rice paper for keeping accounts? It's not for high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the palace nobles can't afford it."

"Yes, let's make use of it."

Liu Mingzhi didn't want to be too picky, so he picked up a shoddy brush and began to write.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

Gently put away the scrap paper and folded it carefully.

Liu Mingzhi muttered a few words to Jin Daya, and went to the backyard amid the other's confused look.

About half an hour later, Liu Mingzhi carried a wooden box wrapped in silk and got on his horse and headed north of the city.

Seeing the north gate of Yingzhou, Liu Mingzhi clamped his horse's belly and prepared to run wildly. With the pissing nature of a sweaty BMW, he might not be able to catch up with the Queen's carriage, but it only took half a day.

"Third brother!"

"Woo..."

The horse's hoof was raised high, and it neighed rhythmically.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Song Qing looked at Liu Mingzhi walking towards the city wall with a sullen face, but Liu Mingzhi didn't know, so he had to follow.

Looking gently at First Young Master Liu, Song Qing frowned.

Entering the sixth grade in one night, is this a practice of sitting on a crossbow?

Hey, it really has some relationship with the sky.

"Third brother, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained clearly, and you must know that you should continue to suffer from it."

Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing with a complicated expression: "Brother, I......"

"You are not a person who can't tell the difference between high and low, and seeing you again is the next parting. It is better not to see each other."

Liu Mingzhi felt sore when he heard the words, and looked at Song Qing silently.

Song Qing stretched out his hand: "Brother, let the caravan wait for you to pick it up."

Liu Mingzhi blinked his eyes and nodded lightly: "It's better not to see."

Song Qing pursed his lips and nodded: "Knife and sword are destined to be two different worlds. Forcible contact will only hurt both sides. Therefore, it is better not to see each other."

"I understand."

"Your Majesty, it's late at night and it's time to rest."

"Is the red bean porridge ready?"

"It has been prepared for His Majesty, but the red beans have been used up. Your Majesty likes to drink red bean porridge so much. Do you want Huier to ask His Majesty to buy more."

The queen was startled, and put down the memorial in her hand: "It's all used up? How could it be so fast?"

"Your Majesty, it's strange to drink red bean porridge for three meals a day."

Hui'er looked at the queen with aggrieved eyes, and ignored the delicacies of mountains and seas, wine and delicacies, but liked to drink red bean porridge. Could it be that Dalong's red beans are so delicious?

The queen stood up gently in plain clothes, and tied up her three thousand green silks with long hair and shawls with two jasper hairpins.

Compared with the temperament of being a banished fairy in the past, there is a touch of maturity and elegance, and it is also beautiful and incomparable.

The queen walked barefoot to the side counter and opened an ordinary wooden box. She was a little dazed looking at the bottomed cloth bag.

"Stingy guy, it's fine if you don't come to deliver it in person. If you have money, you don't know how to give more."

Gently lifting the cloth pouch containing the red beans, the empress looked at the envelope at the bottom of the box in a daze, and hesitantly took out the envelope and opened it to read.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

The queen's cherry lips twitched slightly, her phoenix eyes blinked, and she looked back at the jade bowl of red bean porridge on the table.

The empress who was at a loss took out the cloth bag, looked at a shriveled red bean in her hand and pursed her lips, but it was already empty.

Looking at the rough straw paper in her hand, the queen held the red beans and flipped through the second one.

Red beans germinate, king angelica.

The queen gently held the shriveled red beans in Yu's hand: "Ah?"

Chapter 5 Eleven Returns Mid-June