Who knows, family members? The system was intercepted by the First Emperor.

Li Jiang received a message from her apprentice today, saying that a piece of beef had arrived in the kitchen.

Beef is a rare thing, and Li Jiang's first thought was to make dumplings for Ying Zheng.

She was a northerner in her previous life, and she didn't want to eat dumplings anymore.

During the holidays, guests come to the house, various solar terms, and days when all they can think about are the reasons for northerners to make dumplings.

But after coming here, he hasn't eaten dumplings for several years, and Li Jiang misses them very much.

I told Zhang An in advance and asked them to use a stone mill to grind the wheat into wheat flour.

Li Jiang didn't arrive until everything was ready.

Looking at the beef with a particularly heavy texture, it looks like a cow that has died of old age.

"Go and chop the meat into small pieces, like minced meat."

Li Jiang washed his hands and took Zhang An with him to teach him how to knead the dough and mix the stuffing.

Today I am going to make three fillings for Yingzheng, leeks, eggs and pork, mutton and green onions, and beef and green onions.

When everything was ready, Li Jiang spoke up and asked Zhang An to make peace with him.

"Water, add some water...tsk, add too much! Add noodles...tsk, add too much!"

Li Jiang looked at Zhang An angrily: "Can you make peace with me?"

"If there's too much water, add noodles. If there's too much noodles, add more water. It's almost drying out a bowl of noodles. Can you do it?"

Zhang An is also aggrieved. There is a chef who specializes in making pasta in Xianyang Palace. He is the general manager, so he doesn't have to reach out everywhere.

"Hurry up and do it! Why are you so cute!"

Li Jiang gave the order angrily, but Zhang An finally seemed to have an idea and found the right ratio of noodles to water.

Afterwards, Li Jiang took him and stuffing to make dumplings.

When the dumplings were finally out of the pot, Li Jiang picked out all the dumplings he had made and put them in the food box. The rest, which were crooked and awkward, were eaten by Zhang An and the cooks.

Since the beginning of October, Ying Zheng has begun to look at the grain taxes sent from various places.

Listening to Li Jiang chattering about how stupid Zhang An is, he knew he was going to eat new dishes today.

As expected, Li Jiang walked into the hall carrying a food box.

As soon as he opened the food box, Ying Zheng smelled the aroma of wheat combined with the smell of meat.

There was plum vinegar in a small dish with some crushed Sichuan peppercorns in it.

Looking at the yellow and fat dumplings on the plate, Ying Zheng was a little curious.

"What is this?"

"Your Majesty, this is called a dumpling. Look at the shape, it looks like a gold ingot... Well, it means bringing in wealth, a happy reunion, and making friends every year."

Li Jiang waved away the waiter who was about to test the poison, picked up the bowl, and put five test poisons in one stuffing.

"In our hometown, when the old year and the new year change, we eat this dumpling."

Ying Zheng watched Li Jiang take away fifteen dumplings in one go to "test the poison."

"I made this myself, and I don't want to give it to others." Li Jiang swallowed the dumplings and said to Ying Zheng, "So let me test the poison for the king."

Ying Zheng suddenly felt warm in his heart after listening to Li Jiang's words.

This girl made it herself and brought it out for him to eat before she even ate it.

He picked up the chopsticks, followed Li Jiang's example, and ate the dumplings with vinegar.

When the dumplings entered his mouth, Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, they were so delicious!

The aroma of wheat and the taste of meat are mixed together, and the dough is somehow made to be very chewy.

"This wheat noodles is very chewy."

Ying Zheng commented.

Li Jiang nodded matter-of-factly: "That's natural. I put a little salt in it and asked Manager Zhang to rub it for a long time. After I woke up for a while, I kneaded it for a long time before it became so strong."

Fifteen dumplings were piled on the plate. Li Jiang finally ate at the same table as Ying Zheng for the first time after traveling through the Qin Dynasty for several years.

Ying Zheng didn't say anything on the surface, but in action he was very satisfied with the dumplings. He even drank the plum vinegar Li Jiang made at the end.

When it comes to coming to Daqin, apart from the toilet paper that she can't accept, there is also the lack of cotton-padded clothes in winter, which makes her really uncomfortable.

Every winter, Li Jiang wants to wear all the clothes on her body.

She was looking forward to it now, hoping that when merchants from all over the place came to pick up their goods, they would bring some other seeds.

Especially for businessmen who go to the Western Regions to do business, it would be great if they could bring back cotton seeds.

In this way, cotton can be planted in advance and the people can wear cotton clothes.

Starting from October, businessmen from all over the country entered Xianyang City with large and small bags and convoys.

Ying Zheng arranged for Wang Wan and Li Jiang to jointly handle the salt issue for the second year.

This time, none of the merchants only took 100 gold of salt.

The more the merrier. If Li Jiang hadn't controlled the quantity and feared that the next few people wouldn't be able to share enough, less than ten merchants would have been able to clear out the inventory of royal salt produced by Li Jiang during this period.

The merchants also paid in accordance with the agreement, half in gold and half in goods.

In addition to grain, the rest of the goods are seeds.

There are all kinds of seeds. Even if Li Jiang called the good farmers in Xianyang City, they would not know what kind of seeds they were.

"I can make it clear to you. If someone uses old grain as good grain and dead seed as good seed, the next purchase may not be at this price, and the amount of salt may not be at this price."

Li Jiang made a scroll, and clearly wrote down what each merchant brought, and then asked them to sign and seal it.

In this way, even if you want to default on the debt, you can't.

I have been busy for more than a month one after another, rushing slowly and hastily dragging goods from Xianyang City. The work is only finished this year.

When all the merchants left, they all said that they would have to pick up the goods every six months this time. No matter how much salt there is, it is still a consumable product and it is estimated that it will be sold out in less than half a year.

Both Ying Zheng and Li Jiang were happy to hear about this incident.

The grain Li Jiang was not touched, and the seeds could be identified as what kind of crops they were. Li Jiang also handed them over to Ying Zheng.

All she left behind was a few dozen gold coins and the unrecognizable seeds.

Ying Zheng was very satisfied with Li Jiang's understanding of current affairs.

And Li Jiang is also starting to recruit experts in farming, and is planning to start planting when spring comes.

First of all, he had to buy a field, but now he couldn't just buy the field, so Li Jiang grabbed Fusu and went out every day.

There is no way, among Ying Zheng's children, only Fusu is a teenager, and the rest are too young to run errands.

Only Fusu can give Li Jiang a beating.

Before Li Jiang knew it, the report from the front had already appeared in front of Ying Zheng's desk.

"I have already dug the river channel in winter. I am just waiting for the spring to come and the flowers to bloom and the Yellow River to bloom, so that the Yellow River water can be diverted to Daliang City. By then, Daliang City will be destroyed by the water and there will be no food and grass in the city. I, the Qin Dynasty, can take over Wei without any effort."

Ying Zheng's heart sank when he looked at the report sent by Wang Ben.

Li Jiang's prediction came true again.

Li Jiang took Fusu out to look for fields every day. When he came back, he felt that Ying Zheng looked at her more and more wrongly.

【Who messed with my Brother Zheng again? 】

[Or what’s wrong with me, brother Zheng? 】