Shangshi female official

"Is it because I didn't taste it carefully? You all come to taste the two types of the finest salts. Why do they taste the same as those from the dining room?"

The remaining three rinsed their mouths, tapped some salt with their fingers to taste, and looked at each other after tasting.

There is really no difference between these two piles of salt and the salt of the dining room.Although they are all salty, the other salts have a little bit of a different taste, and they can be distinguished without much taste, but they really can't tell the difference between these two piles of tribute salt from the dining room.

"What kind of salt are these two?"

Wang Yifu took the plate and compared the fifteen jars one by one, and finally found the two jars with two private characters written on the jars.

"These two piles are private salt."

Wang Yifu herself was taken aback when she said that, royal tributes cannot be sold privately.

"Who bought it for you?"

Wang Yifu struggled for a moment as if her tail was being grabbed by someone, and then she explained: "It's a friend outside Tuo Palace. I just want to test the difference of salt. I never knew there would be such a thing."

"Ask her where she bought it from."

"You can buy them in the market in the capital city. Sister Mo Xi, maybe we think the same thing. You must know that the government is very strict with salt. There are very few places in the capital city that can sell such things as private salt."

Mo Xi sucked on the cigarette holder habitually, but when she lost her mind, she poked the cigarette holder on her face. She took the cigarette rod away in a panic, with a sad face.

"It's important to tell Chen Shangshi about this matter." Juanzi persuaded Mo Xi while tidying up, "The tribute salt from the palace has flowed to the market, the person who can do such a thing..."

As she spoke, her eyes drooped again, and she gradually became speechless.

Everyone in the room could guess what the second half of the sentence she couldn't say was. People who can do such a thing, I'm afraid Chen Shangshi can't do anything with them.

"What about the Empress?"

This sentence was like a lamp suddenly lighting up, attracting everyone to look at Wang Yifu. She smiled confidently: "What if the Queen knows about it? The fact that the tribute salt in the palace was taken out for sale, isn't it? Did you let the emperor know naturally?"

"Who are we? Is your majesty saying that you can see her when you see her? Besides, how did you tell your majesty about this when you saw her? What are you using as physical evidence?" Mo Xi glanced at Wang Yifu and said: " If you ask, how did you find out about this, and how do you explain it?"

The room fell into silence again, Mo Xi was right, it seemed that they could not do it on their own if they had to explain the ins and outs of the report rashly, and to find an appropriate opportunity.

Wang Yifu had an idea in her heart, but she didn't say anything. Mo Xi must also have doubts about the origin of her salt, but Mo Xi didn't want to get into it for the time being. Besides, when she said this idea, Mo Xi would definitely disagree.

What if there is a problem with the salt store and a large amount of tribute salt is suddenly needed?

In the evening, Juanzi was locked, and the four of them went back to the Six Bureau and One Division, but Wang Yifu was thinking about the salt storehouse of the Shangshi Bureau, and the tribute salt was only stored in the Shangshi Bureau in the palace.

The warehouses in the imperial city will store more and transport them to the palace on a regular basis, but now that the tribute salt is being sold privately, the salt in the imperial city warehouses is definitely not enough.

She had to find a way to destroy all the salt in Shangshi Bureau.

The storehouse is supervised by the internal affairs of the precious ingredients in the palace, such as ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, and they are sent out according to the palace system every month. Fresh ingredients are transported into the palace every day by Guanglu Temple.

Salt, a daily seasoning, is stored in the warehouse of the Sixth Bureau and First Division, just in the yard at the entrance, where it is convenient for their own preparation and transportation.

During the day, there are guards to enter and exit. Only when it is locked at night, there will be no one here. She can only do it at night. The problem is how she gets in.

Wang Yifu thought about it for several days, and thought that Feng Xiaobao had brought her all the salt from several dining rooms inside and outside the palace, so she couldn't think of a way.

These dining rooms, Wang Yifu did not pull Mo Xi to taste them together, she and Feng Xiaobao opened several salt jars after the dining room was empty.

The difference between these salts is very obvious. The Shangshan room in the palace is acceptable, and the salt used is only inferior to their dining room. The Western dining room is used for several halls of gods and Buddhas and Taoist scripture factories in the imperial city. The eunuch, again a little bit.

The salt used in the east dining room, the south dining room, and the inner teaching workshop is a bit different, but it is similar to the salt used in common people's homes. The texture of this salt is very similar to some official salt brought to her by her aunt last time. And the particles of salt are not uniform, so I want to mix several kinds of salt together.

The worst was the North Dining Room. Wang Yifu fiddled with it, but found that there was still some sand in the salt.

If there is sand, it means that the step of boiling salt is owed, and the person in the dining room needs to boil water again to filter out the sand, and then boil the water dry into salt.

The sand must have been sieved carelessly, and the eunuch was lazy, so it was left in the salt again.

Most of the Beishanfang’s supplies are some sweeping eunuchs. Although they have no status in the imperial city and they do hard work, they don’t use coarse salt with sand. They must be tricky here.

Wang Yifu became more and more aware of the mysteries of this salt. On the one hand, she took out the idle tribute salt in the palace and sold it privately, earning high prices;

If this is the case with a single salt, then one can imagine what is going on with the glutinous rice, oil, sauce, and plums that Zheng Zhangying is responsible for supplying.

"Sister Eve, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that Beishanfang uses such poor salt, and no one notices?"

"How could no one notice it? It's just that the people above cover each other for such hardships. Where can anyone care? If you say a few more words, you will be punished. Why don't you smash your teeth and swallow it alive?" Swallow it."

Wang Yifu thought about it, and found a helper for this matter, so she came up with Feng Xiaobao's idea, raised her eyes and asked, "Xiaobao, do you want to help them?"

Feng Xiaobao's legs were weak, and he was about to kneel down. He supported the table with one hand, and begged sadly: "Sister, you can ask me to do anything for you, but I will never dare to do anything that touches money." of.

The internal affairs supervisor Guanglu Temple is all the way, and the officials and officials protect each other. If you can do this, you will not be happy with the other. How can you get it so easily. "

"Who told you to move them now?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Tell me first, what should I do if the imperial dining room is locked and I want to come in without the key?"

"Just knock the windows down."

"What if there is no sound?"

"That can't be helped. No matter from the door or window, even from the roof, it is impossible to have no sound. Those who can make no sound are flower pickers and hooligans."

"Is there really no other way?"

"No. However, if you are afraid that you will forget to bring the key and you will not be able to get in, I have a way."

Wang Yifu came to her senses, moved closer, and asked, "Tell me."