The Ninth Princess did indeed keep her promise, and the clothes were made quickly and well.
When the villagers in Zhuangzi began to harvest fresh crops from the fields with their eyes open, they all wore new clothes that were light, slightly insulating, and not afraid of being scratched by grass and trees.
The Ninth Princess stood at the edge of the field blankly, looking at the various garments that her Jiu Niang embroidery room had worked overtime to produce: "..."
"How about I also help the fairy harvest the crops? No need to take revenge, just share some of the materials with me."
If she wants to have these clothes materials, she won't be able to earn even half a month's money, and she won't have to work for the next three years.
A few days ago, some of the old generals in the capital were begging for newly cut bodyguards in front of their father, saying that they were willing to spend all their money to buy them.
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I can't make the decision. Everyone takes food very seriously. I want to stretch out my hand but no one will let me go."
Ninth Princess: "Alas!"
After Mu Qingyun got acquainted with the ninth princess, they often communicated with each other. The little princess loved to talk, laugh, and gossip. She basically came to the village every three to five and stayed in the lounge for most of the day. She did not do anything else but Drink tea and chat.
When it comes to gossip ability, she is actually almost the same as him. You know, he is equivalent to mastering countless small animals, as well as all kinds of flowers, plants and trees as eyeliners.
Throughout the capital, there is no gossip among the major families that this little princess does not know.
Mu Qingyun once suspected that this child could see the record book of the Xiuyi censors.
But recently, all the gossip in the aristocratic circles in the capital revolves around Mu Qingyun, whether it is Tianmu or the gods, it is all related to her.
The Ninth Princess excitedly talked about which family asked for the Heavenly Curtain, and the old daughter-in-law who had not been pregnant for twenty years unexpectedly gave birth to a big fat boy. Whose family was almost devoured, and when the Heavenly Curtain came out, the clan members In the end, she let go and didn't go too far. She listened and listened. It wasn't embarrassing, but it still felt a bit like a giant panda watching a crowd of humans watching it.
Mu Qingyun knew that many gossip nine princesses did not dare to tell her.
Recently, there are some rumors inside and outside the capital, saying that Fairy Mu came down to earth and almost got married to her mortal cousin. It may not be that there is a real friendship. If the god of war in the sky learns about this, he may break off the engagement with Fairy Mu.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
These words spread through noses and eyes.
Actually many people believe it.
Mu Qingyun came back to his senses and thought for a moment, and he quite understood what these people were thinking. In the current environment, there are many requirements for women. When a man marries a wife, he must be virtuous, beautiful, and have a good family background. The most important thing is It is about chastity. Before marriage, a woman must not have any interaction with her husband. Once she does, the reputation of the whole family will be ruined. Before the man can do anything, the woman's family will not allow the girl to live.
Since the world is like this, it is natural to have such thoughts.
Mu Qingyun didn't care, since no one would get confused and talk about it in front of her.
Xia He was very concerned about it, but she was busy harvesting crops in the farm recently. When she saw the wheat yielding more than a thousand kilograms per acre, her brain almost turned into a pot of porridge, and she couldn't worry about anything else.
If this good seed spreads in the family, their little lady will definitely become a Buddha in thousands of families, and no one will be able to have those messy and treacherous thoughts.
Everyone in the village, from the old farmers in their fifties and sixties to the eleven or twelve-year-old children, were all immersed in the giddy joy, but Mu Qingyun was doing everything as usual.
On this day, she also invited Princess Ninth to eat Luohan cuisine.
In recent days, Master Hongzheng from the south has brought his disciples to the capital and is giving lectures and discussions on Dharma at Ci'en Temple. Ci'en Temple has gained many believers and cooks Arhat dishes for the believers to eat every day.
“Actually, Ci’en Temple’s donkey meat pie is the best.”
Although Ci'en Temple is a Buddhist temple, it is not only filled with monks, but also has many people visiting it on weekdays. Naturally, the temple has to satisfy the appetites of pilgrims from all walks of life, so it built a canteen outside and many lay disciples with good skills are responsible for cooking the meals.
You have to eat vegetarian food when you enter the temple. After you leave the temple gate, you can eat meat and fish if you want.
The Ninth Princess was thinking about Luo Hancai, and suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong: "Fairy, I always feel that I have forgotten something."
Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing.
The Ninth Princess came to her farm very diligently, arriving every three to five. During these days, everyone in the farm was on fire because of the crop yield. Now the news has spread. Every day, villagers from the surrounding villages and big households from all over the country come to her farm. There were also court officials who came to inquire about the news.
She didn't come directly to ask for grain, but because of her identity as Mu Qingyun, these people had some scruples in their hearts, but presumably everyone would be unstoppable once the specific yield per mu came out.
After all, the Ninth Princess is a golden girl. If she were a prince, it would be fine. She would have to teach her some farming skills. But she is just a princess. From childhood to adulthood, I am afraid she doesn’t know whether the food she eats grows on trees or in the ground.
She is quite keen now that she can react to where there is something wrong.
Mu Qingyun didn't explain much to her. The Ninth Princess had a lively temperament and didn't have any long-term interests. She just put it in the back of her mind and focused on thinking about Arhat cuisine.
The Luohan cuisine at Ci'en Temple is indeed delicious.
As soon as Mu Qingyun sat down, a young novice came over with a tray, six dishes and two soups.
The little novice monk has a tiger-like head and fleshy cheeks. He wears gray monk's robes neatly and looks very cute.
Mu Qingyun smiled and took out a purse and gave it to him.
"When I give the Bodhisattva some gold-plated silver coins."
The young novice's cheeks turned slightly red. He thanked the donor seriously for his alms. He came out of the box and quickly gave the purse to his master. When he opened it, he found a small bunch of silver ingots in the shape of lotus flowers.
Tie together with red rope, there are ten in total. Each one is only the size of a fingernail, but the workmanship is very fine. The dewdrops on the lotus petals are clearly visible. The little lotus is very cute.
The old monk recited the Buddha's name and touched the head of the little novice monk: "Just keep it and don't spend it casually. It was given by that person, so it's probably tainted with some immortal energy."
The young novice nodded ignorantly, and the old monk couldn't help laughing.
Although they practice Buddhism, they still have to show respect to the gods from heaven.
Since the appearance of Tianmu, all the novice monks in Ci'en Temple, from the abbot to ordinary novices, have become a little restless. Some are more devout in worshiping Buddha, while others have wandering thoughts.
The abbot told them that there is no need to think too much, everything is conditioned. If there is a Buddha's fate, there will be Buddhas everywhere. If there is no Buddha's fate, even if they eat fast every day, they may not develop any Buddha nature.
Mu Qingyun didn't know that her small purse still made the old monk think a lot, but this Luohan dish was really delicious.
Especially the spring bamboo shoot soup, I don’t know how it was made. It was sweet and delicious. Even the soup cooked by the first-class chef in the best hotel back then did not have such a taste.
