"What? We need to arrange for people to buy food. Are we going to run out of food?" Brother Jiu looked at the palace manager with a bitter look on his face, and his expression was ugly: "The official document from the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been down a long time ago, asking you to prepare for half a month. Food, how many days have it been?" The steward hurriedly said: "No, we can still last for three days, but we just need to replenish it." It turns out that before Brother Ninth was preparing to go out, the documents he gave here were for eighty people. Food, according to half a month's reserve.
What Brother Ninth planned at that time was to get rid of the time on the road and stay here for half a month so that he could make good choices and relax.
One hundred and eighty people came! And the 100 people added later are all young and strong! When there were eighty people, we prepared an average of one kilogram of rice per person per day. In half a month, that was one thousand two hundred kilograms of rice, and we had to prepare an additional three hundred kilograms, which was insufficient.
As a result, one hundred and eighty people came, more than double the number. The rice consumed each time is more than two hundred kilograms.
After three and a half days, it was nearly 800 kilograms. There is only enough rice left for three days. The palace manager was still lucky before, wondering if half a month might be an imaginary number.
As a result, Brother Ninth went to the capital to deliver a letter, and it was obvious that he wanted to continue to stay. The steward knelt down and trembled: "It's all the fault of the slave. I should have stocked up more, but it turned out that I only had an extra three hundred kilograms beyond the budget, so we have today's deficit..." Brother Jiu stared at the steward, Too angry to speak.
The letter to the emperor had just been sent, and it said that he asked the emperor's father to designate the address of the palace. He discussed with Zhang Tingzhan and Cao Yueying and selected three positions in the northeast corner of the canyon.
Because the canyon is too big, the palace area is limited, so there is no intention of letting the emperor find a needle in the haystack, so there are three alternatives in the northeast corner.
Along with Ninth Brother's letter and map, Zhang Tingzhan and Cao Yueying listed the advantages and disadvantages of the three palace options.
In this case, Brother Jiu would not be able to change his mind and leave. That would be too disrespectful. I always have to wait for the emperor's reply before talking about anything else.
Because it is a normal letter, it is not urgent, it is a normal letter that will be sent immediately. Nowadays, mail delivery at post stations has a standard and is accelerated.
"Four Hundred Miles Expedited",
"Six Hundred Miles Expedited" and
"Eight hundred miles urgent". The latter two were used during wartime, and the former were used to issue government orders from the imperial court. It is said that it is four hundred miles, six hundred miles and eight hundred miles, but in fact it is not reached, it is almost 65%.
All that's left is
"Package will fly immediately", it is said that the daily speed is three hundred miles, but the real speed is about two hundred. It took exactly two full days from the palace to the capital.
In this way, the fastest round trip is five days, and it will take another day to hand in the letter and wait for the emperor's decree.
The current food reserve is enough for three days! Not only Brother Jiu was dumbfounded, but also Shu Shu who was nearby found it incredible.
It's too late to send people back to Beijing to buy things now.
"Where did you buy the grain before?" Seeing that it was not the time to hold people accountable, he had to find a solution first. Brother Jiu suppressed his anger and asked.
The general manager of the palace said: "I bought it at the headquarters of the Haraqin tribe." As soon as he said this, Brother Jiu and Shu Shu looked at each other, remembering that the eastward patrol passed through Haraqin the year before last. It was indeed different from other Mongolian tribes.
They settled in villages and towns, half-farming and half-grazing. Brother Jiu asked puzzledly: "If you don't say that this place is 400 miles away from Haraqin, then why don't you go to Miyun County for supplies?" The palace is located 440 miles away from the capital and 300 miles away from Miyun County.
When talking about distance, Miyun County is also close. The general manager of the palace said: "The imperial court has a ban. If the grain leaving the customs exceeds 500 kilograms, it must be reported to the Ministry of War. Only after obtaining an approval slip can it be allowed to leave the customs. If you go to Haraqin, you will need to go around the paddock for 400 miles. If you go from It's two hundred and eighty miles away from the paddock, which is closer than Miyun County..." After hearing this, Brother Jiu said: "Why bother, just send people to the Haraqin Department to buy!" Even so, he said I was worried about the manager of the palace and couldn't trust him, so I asked the manager of the palace to come over.
There are also Princess Duanjing and Prince Consort Heshuo. Brother Jiu wrote a letter to Princess Duanjing, and Shu Shu also prepared a gift for the princess.
Then he quietly called Erhe, the highest-ranking among the people, to take twenty guards and go to the Karaqin tribe that day.
The manager also regretted it. Brother Ninth Brother was so angry and depressed that he didn't even bother to reprimand him and just kicked him out.
"Look, how brave is this? If I don't ask someone to deliver the letter back to Beijing today, it will still be delayed. Then everyone will drink the northwest wind together!" Brother Jiu complained to Shu Shu.
Shu Shu was also speechless. If that were to happen, in fact, everyone would not be hungry for more than a few days. This place is less than 200 miles away from the Gubeikou General Military Mansion.
But that would become a joke. Shu Shu was a little annoyed and said: "A few days ago, I was thinking that when we arrived here and were close to Haraqin, we should ask someone to pay respects to the princess." Then she thought that it would be better to do less than to do more, so she gave up this idea. .
It turned out that we were short of food right now, so I thought of sending people over. It was too rude. Brother Jiu thought for a while and said: "The paddock is prepared for the Holy Driver to go to the siege, and there is a lot of food. It's just that there was a white disaster in several tribes in Bahrain last year. The court transferred food for relief, and it should be the food here. Otherwise, the palace manager should replenish food in the paddock granary." Shu Shu thought of the herdsmen in the canyon.
They don't farm, they have plenty of food, but they still have sheep and dried fish. She said: "Ask someone to buy sheep, let's continue stewing mutton tomorrow..." Try to eat three days of rice to four or five days, leaving some room.
Brother Jiu said helplessly: "This is the only way. There are still some wild boars that have been hunted in the past few days. Let's eat all the piglets, otherwise it will be a big joke!" The next day, the guards came Found the difference.
As if it was a festival, I bought ten sheep from Old Mongolia, as well as the wild boars, half-sized and small, and also packed them out.
In the large kitchen of the palace, mutton stew began again in a large pot that could hold more than twenty buckets of water. Four sheep were stewed directly.
There was also a wooden rack set up outside for roasting sheep, and six of them were roasted. There is also a grill for roasting wild boars.
"Sister Walnut, are you trying to make up for Fujin's birthday?" Xiaosong jumped for joy and asked Walnut to find out.
Fujin's birthday was October 13th. Sheep were also killed on that day, but not as many as today. If that was the case, should she look for tiger cubs, leopard cubs, etc., and capture them to celebrate Fujin's birthday?
Walnut pointed in the direction of the kitchen and whispered: "There's not enough food!" Xiaosong covered his mouth, really not expecting this answer.
When the Eight Banners soldiers and horses are sent out, they usually bring their own dry food. During the ten-day war, they bring fried noodles and fried rice. During non-war times, bring less.
If there is not enough, we will wait for the logistics of the Ministry of War to arrange supplies. There is a regulation here in the Ministry of Internal Affairs Guards.
They brought three days' worth of fried noodles. When you get to Miyun, you actually rely entirely on the supply from the palace. Brother Ninth loves face, so he definitely can't tell the outside world that the palace is short of food. He can only say that everyone has worked hard and needs to make up for it.
Everyone was beaming. When it comes to hard work, it’s a little bit hard. Except for those who stayed behind at the palace to accompany the two adults, the rest of them hunted for two days.
There is no road in the canyon, so it is indeed hard to climb low and high. Everyone's soles are worn thin.
As a result, not only did everyone get a share of pheasants and rabbits, prey that could be brought back to Beijing, but also such good food.
Everyone thinks that as the appetite increases day by day, two buttons should be placed on the belt. Zhang Tingzhan and Cao Yueying also experienced the heroic spirit of Ninth Prince.
If it's not the New Year or the holiday, just because everyone has worked hard for three days, I think of extra meals to supplement the meal, which is very satisfying.
Cao said that when Ying saw him, he was not happy but worried. Is this to bribe the Imperial Guard's troops? It's not necessary! On weekdays, it seems that Brother Ninth doesn't pay much attention to the guards of the Prince's Mansion. He is usually surrounded by a few guards and long followers.
This is
"Fragrance across the pot"? Are the people on the side good? Zhang Tingzhan didn't think too much, looked up at the dark sky, and said to Cao Yueying: "The weather is going to change, and we both have colds, which scares Master Jiu, fearing that the guards will also fall ill." , I just wanted to take a rest for two days and recuperate..." He had already discovered that Brother Jiu just looked tough and unforgiving, but in fact he was very soft-hearted and knew how to be considerate.
The palace manager reported it in private, and Brother Ninth also ordered Erhe in private, because except for the people around Brother Ninth, no one else knew the real reason for eating meat today.
Zhang Tingzhan thought very fondly of his ninth elder brother. Cao Yueying was half convinced, but it was hard to tell Zhang Tingzhan anything else.
After the two of them got along for a few days, he also noticed that Zhang Tingzhan was a little naive. The palace was filled with the aroma of meat, and everyone had smiles on their faces... Dozens of horses passed through Mulan's paddock.
They are all riding one person and two people. Whistling away. There is no way. Since we are crossing the paddock, there is no post station or palace in the middle, and there is no place to change horses, so we have to bring our own horses.
Beijing, Qianqing Palace, Xinuang Pavilion. Looking at the cabbage and radish on the table, Kangxi was speechless.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. If you are used to the filial piety of Brother Nine, it will be unbearable if you switch it to daily dishes.
It happened that he couldn't directly instruct the imperial kitchen to prepare Dongzi dishes every day. In that case, he would have to write it down in his daily life, as if he was an emperor with multiple appetites.
What's going on with Chunlin? He doesn't look stupid, but he doesn't act smart enough. When I arrived in Changping, I knew how to bring vegetables to the ninth elder brother, but I didn't think about sending some to the palace on behalf of the ninth elder brother.
Two full carts of Dongzi vegetables, about twenty baskets weighing over a thousand kilograms, were all pulled out of the customs! How much can Jiu Age and Jiu Fujin eat?
! You have a wooden head and don’t know how to adapt! After a tasteless meal, Kangxi asked Liang Jiugong: "Brother Jiu has not received the letter yet?" Liang Jiugong shook his head and said: "No, I guess he is on the way." Kangxi felt a little regretful after hearing this.
The last time Brother Jiu sent me a letter, he should have replied. At that time, I thought I had nothing to say, and after only a few days of business trip, he didn't reply.
Mainly because he was a little annoyed, Brother Jiu later wrote two letters to others, but when they came to me, one round was missing...
