Not only Murong Qianqian looked at him, but also Yu Liushi looked at him.
One is the mother and the other is the wife, which puts Yu Rushun in a dilemma.
Yu Rushun smiled bitterly at Murong Shui and said nothing.
Mother drank tea and looked at the situation on the field.
She took a sip of tea and looked at Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, do you have any ideas?"
My mother has given an order, and it seems that the internal affairs of Yu Jie's family must be resolved.
His mother is grateful, so Zhao Ping cannot let her down.
"Yu Wengweng, I suggest that Liu Zuweng and Wang Guo'er learn pig raising techniques together." Zhao Ping bowed his hands and suggested to Yu Jie.
Murong Qianqian frowned, this kid was ignorant and stupid.
She was a little anxious and had another thought.
She looked at Yu Rushun angrily, hoping he would speak.
Yu Rushun hurriedly held Murong Qianqian's slender hand, patted her slender hand, and winked at her hurriedly.
Murong Qianqian didn't understand for a moment, but saw Yu Rushun looking towards Zhao Ping's mother.
Murong Qianqian couldn't help but look at Zhao Ping's mother, and saw her eyes were calm and calm.
Although Murong Qianqian didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Ping's expression, remembering what Zhao Ping's mother had just said, it shouldn't be a big problem.
Thinking of this, she calmed down and sipped the tea slowly.
Murong Qianqian came from a scholarly family, and when she calmed down, she immediately returned to her original ladylike demeanor.
Hearing Zhao Ping's words, Yu Jie felt happy and couldn't help but look towards his wife.
The madam couldn't help but be overjoyed that this Ping'er didn't scream in vain and actually took care of her natal family in this way.
She couldn't help but smile on her face, and shouted lovingly: "Ping'er."
Zhao Ping felt a little strange when he heard this voice.
Although Mrs. Yu Liu's facial expression and tone were extremely friendly, she felt a little inexplicable.
Yu Jie nodded, glanced at Zhao Ping and Wang Guo'er and then said: "This is indeed a major event that will benefit the country and the people. It is indeed feasible. Is Wang Guo'er literate?"
"The boy has only been with the master for a short period of time, and he can already understand about three thousand words." Wang Guo'er glanced at Zhao Ping, then bowed to Yu Jie and said:
Yu Jie stroked his beard and nodded, and said happily: "At such a young age, knowing so many words is already pretty good. This technique benefits the country and the people. Can I pay tribute to the court?"
Wang Guo'er looked at Zhao Ping, who nodded.
In fact, this technique was taught to him by Zhao Ping, of course with Zhao Ping's consent.
"I am willing to report to the envoy." Wang Guo'er nodded and said:
Yu Jie glanced at Zhao Ping, then looked at Wang Guo'er and said: "Listen, Wang Guo'er, I recommend you to the imperial court as Wenlin Lang (from the ninth grade), with an official position of Jintang County Beast Officer, temporarily seconded to the administrative office to teach and educate. Pig technique.”
Wang Guo'er couldn't help but be overjoyed, and looked at the little saint gratefully.
He glanced at Zhao Ping gratefully, bowed to Yu Jie, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yu Zhi."
"No need to thank me. You should thank your master for training you to be a good person. Wang Guo, since you have an official position, you must do more things that are loyal to the emperor, love the country and benefit the country and the people." After Yu Jie sat down to drink tea, he kept thinking. I forgot my lesson, and my tone became more and more severe later on.
After all, he was the one who recommended Wang Guo'er to the imperial court, and if anything happened, he would be the one jointly in office.
Regardless of whether he is Zhao Ping's disciple, it is natural to give him a beating.
Wang Guo'er hurriedly bowed and agreed, then stepped forward to bow to Zhao Ping and said, "Thank you, Master, for your cultivation."
Without the veterinary skills and literacy that Zhao Ping taught him, he would never be where he is today.
From this aspect, it is not an exaggeration to say that the little saint is his reborn parent.
"You don't need to thank me for this, it's mainly due to your own efforts." Zhao Ping shook his head, waved his hand gently, and spoke in an indifferent tone.
In fact, Wang Guo'er also has an official status, but he is a military commander.
Military generals were popular among the Hu people, but in the Song Dynasty, they were inherently inferior to civilian officials.
Although this beast official is an extremely low ninth rank, he is at least a civil official.
Now Yu Jie has given him a civilian status, allowing him to be both civil and military.
Thinking of this, Wang Guo'er looked towards the green bamboo and the yellow calf.
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu were both taller than Wang Guo'er, and they were women, so they were indifferent to this.
The problem of Yu Liu's natal family has been solved, but the problem of Murong Qianqian's natal family still needs to be solved.
Zhao Ping has sharp eyes, and he saw Murong Qianqian's actions just now.
"People regard food as their first priority, and food comes first with taste." Zhao Ping stepped forward and continued to say to Yu Jie, "Why don't Yu Wengweng open a few delicious restaurants in Chengdu and other places to fully demonstrate the food culture of the Land of Abundance to the Song Dynasty? Style.”
After Yu Jie heard this, he saw his daughter-in-law's actions just now and knew what she was thinking.
Hearing this, Yu Jie hesitated.
After all, the one just now can be said to be a major event that benefits the country and the people, but this one can hardly be said to be a major event that benefits the country and the people. At most, it just shows the style of the food culture of the Land of Abundance.
"But you already have a Jingyuan Restaurant in Chengdu." Yu Jie thought deeply for a while, then looked at Zhao Ping, shook his head and said.
What's more, doesn't there already be a Jingyuan Restaurant? Why keep it open?
"Yu Wengweng, Chengdu is a land of abundance, and one Jingyuan Restaurant is obviously not enough. You have to wait in line to give orders before you can eat." Zhao Ping patiently introduced the business situation of Jingyuan Restaurant to Yu Jie, "Chengdu's popularity is recovering now. Among them, we should open a few more.”
"But this is not a plan for people's livelihood. Some people may say that it is a matter of competing with the people for profit." Yu Jie said nothing, thinking while drinking tea. After thinking about it, he shook his head.
Zhao Ping knew that Yu Jie had some concerns. After all, raising pigs was not as important to the big plans.
The officials of the Song Dynasty can keep an eye on them. Just one sentence of competing with the people will make you suffer.
It seems that he needs to know that food is also a matter of people's livelihood. Zhao Ping said patiently: "Yu Wengweng, as we all know, pork is cheap meat. People are used to eating chicken, fish and mutton as meat, and they still have a serious repulsion towards pork. It needs to be vigorously promoted through Jingyuan Restaurant. Otherwise, there will be no market for the pigs raised by the people."
Hearing this, not only my mother's eyes lit up, but also Yu Liushi, Yu Rushun, and Murong Qianqian's eyes lit up.
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu both had stars in their eyes when they heard this.
Sure enough, I was right, I was looking for a genius.
Wang Guo'er and Zhao Long looked at each other, what is the gap? This is the gap.
The two of them felt that their trip here was not in vain, and they learned new knowledge from the little saint.
"That's great. If this is the case, Jingyuan Restaurant must mainly serve pork, so that it can meet the people's livelihood plan." Yu Jie thought for a while, and just did it to the end.
After all, he is an official, and he is also the boss of Sichuan. He must always stand for the people's livelihood.
"Yes." Zhao Ping understood what Yu Jie meant, looked at Murong Qianqian and said, "Yu Wengweng, I asked Jingyuan Restaurant to open more branches in Chengdu. Ping'er wants to ask Aunt Murong's natal family member to be the shopkeeper. I wonder if Aunt Murong can let a family member be the shopkeeper?"
Murong Qianqian gave Zhao Ping a look of approval and hesitated before saying, "Ping'er, it's still a bit difficult to get this money."
Murong Qianqian also called herself Ping'er, which made Zhao Ping a little confused.
But seeing that she and her mother were of the same generation, it was appropriate to call herself Ping'er.
"This is not a big problem. The prices of shops and restaurants in Chengdu are not high now. Ping'er can buy a few restaurants and after the decoration is completed, my aunt can arrange for someone to run them." Since I am a junior, I might as well be sincere to the end.
Zhao Ping planned to sell half of these restaurants and half to the other party.
Or operate it for a few years, and then transfer it to the other party at a low price after the other party has a certain amount of funds.
This not only reassured her mother, but also solved Yu Jie's worries.
Murong Qianqian's problem was solved, but Yu Liushi unexpectedly encountered another problem.
She frowned and said to Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, although the Yu family still has a place to live, this mansion belongs to someone else after all, and it must be returned sooner or later. What should we do about this?"
After saying that, Mrs. Yu Liu looked at Yu Jie without any trace.
Yu Jie couldn't help but blush. In name, he was the boss of Sichuan, but he didn't even have a foothold in Sichuan.
His hometown is in Jiangxi and he does not have his own residence in Sichuan.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be surprised and looked at Yu Jie.
"The imperial court is too poor and the soldiers are in urgent need." Yu Jie shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.
It turns out that Yu Jie didn't have no money, but spent all the money on the soldiers.
There is no way, the court is too poor!
Zhao Ping stepped forward and bowed deeply to Yu Jie: "The commander is devoted to the country, Ping'er admires him."
"This is only a drop in the bucket, and it can't solve a serious problem." Yu Jie sighed, he was envious of Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping is not only great at fighting, but also great at making money.
Zhao Ping fought to the death with the Hu people in Xixian County. He originally wanted to send troops, but he didn't expect the court to stop him.
The people in the imperial court were simply short-sighted. This was Yang Wen's best opportunity to protect Sichuan, but it was lost on them.
Seeing Zhao Ping and the Hu people fighting for life and death in Xi County, Yu Jie saw it and was anxious in his heart.
Yu Jie didn't know what those in the imperial court were thinking.
If you want Zhao Ping and the Hu people to kill each other, it's best to die together.
Even if they did not die together with the Hu people, it would consume a lot of the Hu people's national power and give the Song Dynasty a chance to breathe.
This not only eliminates the unstable factor Zhao Ping, but also offsets the heavy pressure from the Hu people.
Unexpectedly, in the most difficult days, the security team withstood the fierce attacks of the Hu people and temporarily gained a foothold in Xi County.
Seeing Zhao Ping return safely from Xi County, Yu Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief.
On the surface, it was her mother who came to thank Yu Jie, but in fact, Yu Jie had a deeper meaning, but Zhao Ping didn't know it.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and had to find an excuse, otherwise he would make remarks about competing with the people again.
He stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Mrs. Yu Liu: "Tell my mother-in-law, do you dare to ask if the sweater is warm?"
"Ping'er, of course it's warm. It's not only light, but also close to the body." Mrs. Yu Liu didn't understand why Zhao Ping asked this, but she still answered truthfully, "I think it's more useful than Qiu Yi."
When Zhao Ping saw Yu Liu's expression, he didn't know what she was thinking.
He bowed his hands again and said to Mrs. Yu Liu, "Tell my mother-in-law that this sweater is made of useless things."
"What, it's made of useless things?" Mrs. Yu Liu couldn't believe what Zhao Ping said, and felt that it seemed impolite to blurt it out, so she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Not only was she like this, but Murong Qianqian also stood up from her seat in surprise.
Yu Jie and his son looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.
"That's true." Zhao Ping said to Cuizhu: "Call Chen Yiyi in."
Although Cuizhu felt sad, she still nodded and went out after hearing this.
During tea time, Cuizhu came in with a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl wearing a skirt.
Knowing that this was the largest official residence in Sichuan, she did not dare to raise her head and took small steps with her head down.
Yu Liu and Murong Qianqian took a look and saw another beautiful young lady coming in. They looked at each other and couldn't help but frown.
Zhao Ping didn't see the expressions of Yu Liushi and Murong Qianqian because his mind was on Chen Yiyi.
He said to Chen Yiyi: "Mom, please knit a sweater and show it to my mother-in-law."
"I've met my mother-in-law." Chen Yiyi bowed to Mrs. Yu Liu and bowed her head hurriedly when she saw Mrs. Yu Liu's unkind eyes.
She looked at Zhao Ping nervously, and Zhao Ping gave him an encouraging look.
Chen Yiyi was a little hesitant and nervous, but still forced herself to calm down.
She thought for a while, then took out two slender wooden needles and a handful of wool from the wooden box, sat down and started spinning.
It's strange that Chen Yiyi was nervous just now. When she came into contact with the wool and wooden needles, she suddenly calmed down.
Everyone's eyes were looking at her, but she didn't seem to notice, and was focusing on spinning the sweater.
Naturally, Mrs. Yu Liu was also looking at Chen Yiyi's weaving seriously, not letting go of any detail.
This is an unparalleled skill that will never be passed on to ordinary people.
Murong Qianqian comes from a scholarly family. She likes playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and never touches Yang Chun Shui.
Even so, she watched with gusto and stared at Chen Yiyi.
She also has two sets of sweaters on her body, which are very warm.
Although she was dressed warmly, she was still frightened by Zhao Ping's words about turning useless things into treasure.
Someone was demonstrating the process in front of her right now. How could she let go of such a great opportunity?
Yu Jie's mood was extremely complicated, and she didn't know whether she was moved or uncomfortable.
There is no one in the world who doesn't cherish his own craftsmanship. Only Zhao Ping can display it openly and openly.
Zhao Ping didn't know what Yu Jie was thinking, but it didn't matter even if he knew.
In Xixian sweater workshops, there are tens of thousands of female textile workers.
Such popular technology, rather than being buried in the soil and growing moldy, could benefit thousands of households.
The key thing is that the technology of wool deodorization and dirt removal is in the hands of Zhao Ping. This is the secret that Zhao Ping will not pass on.
Mrs. Yu Liu also looked at it with great interest. She couldn't help but ask: "Ping'er, what are you knitting?"
"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law is spinning sleeves." Zhao Ping bowed his hands and answered respectfully.
Mrs. Yu Liu looked at it and asked, "Ping'er, how long does it take to weave a sweater?"
"Tell my mother-in-law, it usually takes more than seven days. Yi Niang spins very quickly, and it takes about five days." At this point, he couldn't help praising Chen Yiyi for her ingenuity.
Yu Liu had spun cloth and made clothing.
She couldn't help but be stunned and a little disbelieving: "So fast?"
In her impression, from weaving to ready-made clothes, it could not be completed in less than a month.
"Tell my mother-in-law, of course this does not include pre-processing steps?" Zhao Ping knew that Yu Liu was wrong and hurriedly reported it.
Mrs. Yu Liu suddenly became interested, and was puzzled by Zhao Ping's words. She couldn't help but ask: "Ping'er, what is pre-processing? What is pre-processing? How long does it take?"
Zhao Ping was about to answer, but he didn't expect Yu Liu to ask another question.
"What else is trash?" Just as she said this, she suddenly thought of a question that made her heart beat and asked hurriedly.
"Tell my mother-in-law, the waste is the unused wool from the sheep." Zhao Ping briefly introduced the steps, but answered very patiently, "Pre-processing is to shear the wool from the sheep, then remove the odor, dry it, and sort it into shape. It takes about a day. time."
"There are a lot of steps, why is the time so short?" Yu Liu was confused and looked Zhao Ping up and down.
