Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue spent the whole afternoon sitting casually in the study room. When it got dark and his eyes began to blur, he realized the passage of time.

"come..."

He, who was guarding the door, opened the door and came in. Seeing that the light in the room was dim, he hurried to light the oil lamp.

He was secretly annoyed, if Ke had been there, he would have come in at the best time to light the lamp, but because of his inexperience, he had completely finished the matter.

"Don't worry about it, Your Highness hasn't come back yet?" Tang Yue rubbed his sore eyes and asked.

He went to pour another cup of tea, and then said: "Lang Jun, His Highness has left the city, and he said he would not be back tonight."

"Huh? When did it happen?" Tang Yue was surprised.

"The butler came over not long ago and told me not to disturb you until you go out."

Tang Yue nodded in understanding, packed up the things on the desk, got up and stretched, "Then did you hear from him why His Highness left the city?"

"That's not true. If you want to know, I will ask someone to ask." In the Prince's Mansion, only the Crown Princess is qualified to ask His Highness's whereabouts.

Tang Yue stopped him, "Let's eat first. Since he has something to do, it must be urgent. Let's talk about it later."

Thinking of eating alone at night, Tang Yue has no appetite, no matter how delicious the delicacies are, he can't stand eating alone every meal.

He asked the housekeeper to call Zhang Chun. Prince Zhao is usually around, and he doesn't like them getting too close. He will always find various reasons to take Zhang Chun away. Now he is alone at home, and he doesn't decide who he likes to eat with. What's the deal?

Not long after, Zhang Chun galloped over, still wearing a short jacket, sweating a lot, walked around the door to check whether the master was there, and immediately poured a cup of tea and drank it down.

"Ha...you are the most loyal buddy, I am almost driven crazy!"

"Going to practice martial arts?" Tang Yue looked at his attire and guessed.

"That's right, the one surnamed Wang has been very busy recently, so he found another expert to teach me temporarily, and he really never lets anyone rest for a moment!"

"Isn't that good? Freezing three feet doesn't happen in a day, and you need to persevere in martial arts!"

"Hey, it's easy to say, but if you really want to practice for half a day and haven't rested, you probably rebelled long ago."

Tang Yue thinks about it too. He is not a sports expert, nor does he have a strong desire to win. He only thinks about martial arts in his mind, and he definitely doesn't have the willpower to practice well.

"Then do you want to take a shower and change your clothes before eating?" In this kind of weather, it's easy to catch cold when it's cold and hot.

"Don't, I'm so hungry that my chest is sticking to my back... Feel it, is it deflated?" Zhang Chun lifted up the hem of his clothes and asked Tang Yue to touch his belly.

Tang Yue shook his head with a light smile, and asked people to serve the food, so he stopped nagging him.

Zhang Chun's nature is not bad, but he definitely has a lot of stink problems. Fortunately, Tang Yue doesn't feel disgusted. He has seen a lot of rich businessmen and high officials who like to put on airs, but he prefers people who talk casually.

Ever since Tang Yue married into the Prince's Mansion, he did not let people divide the table at ordinary times, but set up a round table in the hall, and sat down with Prince Zhao to eat.

Although it looked weird to outsiders, Prince Zhao thought it was very good. He could eat dishes on the same plate with Tang Yue, and sometimes help him pick up a dish, which made eating much more interesting.

Zhang Chun is also used to this way of eating. Although it is very cool to eat at a table for one person, he always feels a little less earthy, which is not conducive to emotional communication and development.

The two of them walked around the yard after eating, and then started to play backgammon. Tang Yue won every game, and Zhang Chun was so angry that he said, "A talented student is amazing, huh..."

Tang Yue threw away the chess piece and asked him: "Zhang Chun, do you know how the paper came out so early?"

"..." Zhang Chun looked up at him, his eyes gradually brightened, and he jumped up: "Yes, why didn't I think of it, we can make paper! This is the four great inventions! Make paper, and we will be famous history!"

Tang Yue rolled his eyes, "That's up to you!"

"Hey, don't underestimate people. Although we are not highly educated, we really know how to do this!"

Tang Yue looked at her suspiciously, how could he?But looking at the confident face of the other party, he patted his chest and promised, "Wait, I'll write down the recipe!"

"Wait...how did you do that?"

Zhang Chun said with a smile: "Thanks to being driven away by the boss when I was serving dishes in a restaurant, I lived on the street and had no food to eat, so I went to work in a random factory. It happened to be a paper factory. What happened to me was Raw Materials Department."

Tang Yue thought: Is it possible that any employee can know the recipe?

Zhang Chun saw his doubts and explained: "I went in to work as a porter at the time, transporting materials and so on, but at that time there was an old master who was an engineer. Seeing how pitiful I was, he gave me a room in the dormitory. The more you know, the more you will know.”

In fact, he almost entered the formal department based on this relationship back then, and got rid of coolie work. Unfortunately, he later offended the executives, and he himself felt bored and fired the boss.

He had done too many jobs in his previous life, and this period of experience was probably the one that was really useful.

Tang Yue took him to the study room, spread out a clean sheepskin, laid out charcoal pencils, and asked Zhang Chun to tell him to write.

Although Zhang Chun had learned characters for a while, he didn't study them seriously, and his knowledge of characters was limited, so it was even more difficult to write.

The fonts in this era are complicated, like Xiaozhuan, which is very difficult to write, and Tang Yue can only write the characters so that people can recognize them.

Zhang Chun recalled it for a while, and then told Tang Yue the recipe. After Tang Yue read it, he found that the process was similar to what he imagined, but the technology of modern papermaking must be more advanced, relying more on mechanization. The times can't reach it at all, so the quality must not be as modern as it is.

He rearranged a more reliable papermaking technique, folded the sheepskin and put it in his pocket, preparing to give Prince Zhao this surprise as soon as he returned to the mansion.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have asked you first, and I have been figuring it out for so long." The main reason is that Prince Zhao spent a long time studying it without sleeping or eating. What a sin!

Zhang Chun flicked his hair, and said coolly: "Whoever told you not to tell me what you want to do, the three cobblers Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, our one cobbler plus half Zhuge Liang is almost equal to one .”

"Okay, I will definitely ask you first next time." Tang Yue was elated, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

That night Tang Yue slept very restlessly, his eyelids kept twitching, he thought it was because he had slept too much before, or maybe it was because the charcoal fire in the room was too hot and a bit boring.

When it was dawn, Tang Yue didn't want to get up anymore. The bed was too warm, and he was drowsy. During this period, He came in to add charcoal, and he didn't wake Tang Yue up when he saw that he was asleep.

When Tang Yue got up, the sun was high and the surrounding snow was melting little by little.

"It's sunny!" Tang Yue regained his energy immediately, put on his clothes, opened the door and went out. The cold air poured into his lungs from his nose, and he became more energetic.

He was going to the kitchen to make something to eat. He hadn't cooked for a long time. Today he suddenly wanted to eat hot pot. He hadn't eaten hot pot since he came here.

Just waiting for Prince Zhao to come back to eat together.

He drew a charcoal-burning hot pot for the blacksmith to make. Next time, he can only use a small stove and a small pot today.

Preparing the ingredients is a matter of his one sentence. If you want lamb, you can have lamb, if you want mushrooms, you can have mushrooms, if you want bone soup, you can have bone soup. The only difference is pepper.

There is no spicy hot pot... I really don't enjoy myself when I think about it.

The ingredients were ready to be served on the table one by one. Tang Yue also moved the stove to the center of the table, and there was a small soup pot on it. The bone soup in the soup pot was very thick, and the milky white soup exuded fragrance.

The cook of the prince's mansion stared wide-eyed, seeing these things on the table, wondering what the princess wanted to do.

But their princess is definitely a god of food, and every time they make it, they have never seen it before, and it is absolutely delicious.

Someone boldly asked: "Lang Jun, how do you want to eat it? You just say that we can cook it for you."

Tang Yue didn't want to hide it, and said to them: "No need to help, this is called hot pot, and it is eaten while cooking. Just throw the food you want into the pot, cook it, pick it up and eat it. It's very simple. .”

"This... Can something cooked like this be delicious?"

Tang Yue nodded, of course it was delicious, so delicious that he would eat it many times every year in early summer, autumn and winter.

But he seemed to have forgotten something... Tang Yue sent people to wait for Prince Zhao at the door, and threw some difficult-to-cook food into the pot to cook. It was during cooking that he realized that the most important dipping ingredients hadn't been adjusted yet.

He hurriedly rushed to the kitchen, prepared several dipping sauces with the existing seasonings and served them on the table.

The seasoning in the kitchen is quite complete, including sesame oil, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. If you can have some chili, it will be perfect.

After the water in the pot boiled several times and no news came in from the door, Tang Yue became a little anxious.

He called the butler in and asked, "Did Your Highness say when you will be back yesterday?"

The butler shook his head, "No, but according to the situation outside the city, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while."

"What's the situation outside the city?" Tang Yue thought that some residents' houses were crushed by the snow, and Prince Zhao was ordered to appease the people and provide disaster relief.

The steward hesitated for a moment, and with eyebrows drawn together, he said worriedly: "This morning, news came in that...there may be an epidemic outside the city, and this old servant sent someone to look for His Highness on his own initiative."

"Plague? Did a lot of people die outside the city?" It stands to reason that in such a heavy snow day, even if people just died, the plague would not spread so quickly.

At such extremely low temperatures, virus transmission will also be hindered.

"After His Royal Highness got married, the imperial court set up several refugee settlements outside the city. Every day, wealthy businessmen from aristocratic families took turns giving some rice porridge to survive this cold winter. Unexpectedly, it rained and snowed too much the day before yesterday, and the refugee settlements collapsed. Many refugees died, and I am afraid that the disease came from there."

Tang Yue's expression was serious. In this era, people are really afraid of this kind of contagious disease. A large number of people will die. If no antidote can be found, the patients can only be isolated and executed group by group. Others could only watch in despair, there was nothing they could do.

"No, I have to go and have a look." Tang Yue couldn't care less about the food on the table, went back to his room and changed into thick clothes, checked the medicine box he hadn't used for a long time, and then went out without stopping.

"Lang Jun...Lang Jun... No... You can't go... It's too dangerous!" The housekeeper anxiously stopped, Tang Yue said calmly: "Housekeeper, don't forget, I am a doctor, how can a doctor be afraid of this?" kind of dangerous?"

He must go to find out the situation himself. According to the time, even if there is a plague, it is just the beginning. There should not be many infected people, and the epidemic prevention work is the top priority.

The butler had no choice but to arrange hundreds of guards to accompany him. Tang Yue didn't want to bother his teachers, but he thought that if it was really a plague, he would need a lot of help, so he let them go.