In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 50 The sick Mrs. Yu (fourth more, please follow up)
In the Ming Dynasty, salt merchants added sand grains to the salt to increase profits, but in the Song Dynasty, salt was mixed with soil, especially official salt, which was not only expensive but also of poor quality.

So the chief security officer could only buy some private salt, but in Zhao Yurui's eyes, this kind of salt was considered inferior because it was not refined enough.

As the person in charge of the purchasing department, Quan Baochang immediately explained to Zhao Yurui: "The sand in the salt has to be filtered out after returning, so the portion seems to be less. Yurui, uncle is not corrupt, Xu can testify."

Xu smiled and said yes, because after Chief Quan came back, he filtered out the dirt in the salt in front of her.

The security chief said again: "Yu Rui wants everyone to brush their teeth, a lot of salt is not here."

Zhao Yurui suddenly thought that in ancient times it seemed that many people didn't brush their teeth very much, and felt nauseated.

"What is this?" Zhao Yurui suddenly saw a can of thick red stuff with a spoon in it, picked it up and stirred it, and had to use force.

"This is sugar."

"..." The corners of Zhao Yurui's mouth twitched: "Is there no white sugar?" Yes, it seems that only the Ming Dynasty had white sugar made by the yellow mud water pouring method.

"Yu Rui mean rock candy? It's very expensive. If Yu Rui likes it, uncle will buy it next time, but it may not be available."

Zhao Yurui shook his head. The rock sugar and white sugar in the Song Dynasty are very different, and the quality is incomparable. After reading a lot of novels about traveling through the Ming Dynasty, he knew that there was a yellow mud water pouring method, which might be used to make money in the future, but now, he definitely can't do it. He has no foundation, and he made it as a dowry for others.

When there is a chance to outsource in the future, and you can make the decisions yourself, this will definitely be a big money-making business.

"Pick up the pot and heat the oil." Zhao Yurui shouted.
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In the dark bedroom, Mrs. Yu was lying on the bed alone.

She seemed to be sick, her legs were tightly clamped, her face was flushed, her head was covered with sweat, her body kept twisting and turning on the bed, and she made strange noises from time to time.

Sudden.

"Bang bang bang" someone knocked on the door outside: "Ma'am." It was the voice of the maid Hongxiu.

"Ah." Yu suddenly turned around, blushed and looked out the door, panting deeply.

"Bang bang bang, ma'am, are you okay?" Hongxiu's concerned voice came from outside again.

It's still August, it's so hot today, Mrs Yu is not afraid of the heat even if she shuts herself in the house, Hongxiu is a little worried.

At this time, Yu Shi quickly sat up, looked down at the hem of the skirt, swallowed a few times, and said in a dry voice, "I'm fine, come out right away."

"Okay." Hong Xiu also breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly backed away.

However, her expression was still puzzled, she didn't understand why Madam locked herself in the room on a hot day.

After getting up, Yu came to the table, picked up the cup and drank a few mouthfuls of herbal tea, then sat there blankly, her expression was a little dull, completely different from the dignified and stable Zhao Yurui she saw before, and she didn't know What's on your mind.

After a while, her eyes were slightly closed, and her eyes became more and more red.

At the age of 13, she married the king of Yi, Zhao Yan. At the age of 14, her child died, and at the age of 15, Zhao Yan died.

Then inexplicably, the stepson Zhao Mian was added. After a few years, Zhao Mian was inherited to the official family, and then the stepson Zhao Yurui was added.

Why is my life so hard? The more Yu thought about it, the more disappointed and sad she became.

Back then, Zhao Qian was in poor health, and she hadn't experienced several personnel incidents.

In a blink of an eye, she has been widowed for 16 years, and her wonderful years have been spent in countless lonely nights. Yu Shi, who is only in her early thirties, is at the most mature age of a woman, and no one can understand the loneliness in her heart.

Those scholars who put rules and principles on their lips every day, why can't they (they) endure the pain like me?
I really want to curse them (they) for not having women (men) for life.

Yu's expression at this time also became a little ferocious and crazy.

She doesn't understand why a woman like her can't remarry because my husband is the prince of the clan?Why?
She was unwilling and dissatisfied, but there was nothing she could do.

I don't know how long she sat there, but with her red eyes, the image of her falling into the pond that day and her husband Zhao Yan suddenly hugging her from behind suddenly flashed through her mind.

The youthful breath, the smell of a man, the strong hands, the generous chest, everything makes people have endless aftertaste.

"Hiss..." Mrs. Yu took a deep breath, and the tip of her nose seemed to be surrounded by Zhao Yan's breath that day.

A moment later, she shrugged weakly again, covering her flushed face with her hands.

Zhao Yan was already dead.

"You shameless wife." She insulted herself silently.

After a while, Mrs. Yu appeared outside the door.

She is well dressed and has a solemn expression, like a gentle and dignified lady.

"Report to Madam." Hongxiu said with a strange expression, "King Yi said that today—to have dinner with Madam."

"..." Yu was stunned, she stared at Hongxiu in disbelief, and after a while she came back to her senses: "What did you say to him?"

"Hongxiu just means—" Hongxiu lowered her head, a little embarrassed: "It means that in the past, Prince Zhao Mian would have dinner with his wife on his wife's birthday."

"You troublesome girl." Shy and angry, Yu couldn't help stomping her feet.

Zhao Mian was only ten years old when he entered the mansion, can he compare with now?
Moreover, after Zhao Mian grew up, he went to Mingzhou and failed to live in Wei Wangfu.

"Help me push it away, just say that I -- I don't have a good appetite today --" Yu's heart is a little torn, she wants to see Zhao Yurui, but she doesn't want to see him, afraid that she will lose control and do something rude.

"But Yi Wang said that he has cooked himself and made some special dishes." Hongxiu persuaded: "Since the lady moved to the backyard, she hasn't eaten well. Seeing that the lady has lost a lot of weight, she should eat something good." It's been replenished."

Yu's expression was even more inconceivable: "Yu Rui---can you cook?"

She had always been called Yi Wang before, and she didn't notice that she had subconsciously changed her name.

"Yes, madam must try it." Hongxiu smiled sweetly.

When she was talking, she kept her hands clasped on her chest. At this time, her right hand couldn't help touching a jade hairpin in the sleeve of her left hand. She thought to herself: King Yi said this is worthless, it's just a plaything for me. I won't tell my wife. It should be fine, right?Not worth much after all?

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, feeling guilty and afraid to look at Mrs. Yu.

Yu's mind was in a mess and she didn't know how to respond.

(End of this chapter)