Chapter 92

Chapter 92

In Qiusha Prefecture City, Prefect Ouyang stared at the collection of insults spread across his desk, his face flushing with rage.

What made it worse was that Song Jin, that wicked bastard, had come up with the idea of scattering these things all over the prefectural city. Now everyone in Qiusha Prefecture City was talking about it.

One of Prefect Ouyang’s subordinates glanced at him cautiously and said, “I had heard before that Young Master Ji was somewhat… unconcerned with propriety in the way he conducted himself. They said he even dared to anger His Majesty. Looking at this now, I’m afraid the rumors may be true.”

Prefect Ouyang’s cheek twitched. “Hah. A wet-behind-the-ears brat. Does he really think this is enough to provoke me?”

His subordinate: “…”

You look pretty provoked right now, sir.

He rubbed his nose and said nothing.

Then again, who would go out of their way to collect the commoners’ curses and have them delivered straight to the person being cursed?

When common folk cursed someone, it was nothing but filth. Listening to it felt like having one’s ears contaminated.

Reading it felt like having one’s eyes contaminated too, but there was no denying the insults were extremely effective.

People of their status, when they wanted to curse someone, at most wrapped it in sarcasm and barbed words. Even coarse military generals would never curse like this.

“Ji Yan’an!”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Prefect Ouyang slammed the papers covered in abusive words onto the table.

“Hahahaha…”

Meanwhile, Song Jin and the others, who had regrouped, burst into laughter.

Song Jin said, “Who would’ve thought? Our Young Master looks like such a solemn, proper nobleman, yet when he acts, he’s this unconstrained. Truly, this suits my tastes perfectly.”

Why hadn’t he followed Ji Yan’an sooner? He had missed out on so much fun.

Fan He said, “Enough, let’s hurry up and run. We’d better not wait for Prefect Ouyang to come to his senses and send people after us.”

“What are you afraid of? He’s been warned now. He won’t be able to make a move for a while.”

“Besides…”

Song Jin’s lips curled into a deep, unreadable smile.

“Right now, he probably doesn’t have time to come looking for trouble with us.”

Fan He asked, “What did you do?”

His instincts told him Song Jin had gone and done something wicked again.

Song Jin squeezed his legs against his horse’s belly, and the fine steed beneath him picked up speed.

But his voice still drifted back on the wind into Fan He’s ears.

“Nothing much. I heard that prefect likes pretty women, and already has a whole pile of women and children in his back courtyard. To stop him from wasting too many resources, I asked Shen Qingzhu for something to make him impotent and had someone secretly slip it into his favorite wine.”

Prefect Ouyang loved beauties and loved extravagance.

Although he had skilled guards protecting him, the people around him were also a messy mix.

Song Jin had taken advantage of the moment when the prefect brought people to a restaurant for a meal and drugged the wine he liked to drink.

Fan He: “…”

This man was truly vicious!

That night, how terrified Prefect Ouyang became after discovering he could no longer perform went without saying. He was too busy worrying about himself, so naturally, he had no attention to spare for their group.

Beizhen City…

At that moment, Jiang Yunsui was with Fat Chef.

The two of them stared at the failed sweet potato starch, chins propped in their hands as they sank into thought.

How exactly were they supposed to make this stuff?

Jiang Yunsui patted her little head. Back then, she had only cared about eating. As for all the delicacies Tuantuan had talked about and how to make them, she had only half listened.

The only reason she remembered milk tea was because she had actually made it together with Tuantuan before.

Sure enough, only hands-on experience left a deep impression. If she only relied on someone talking or just glanced once, the information went in through her ears and eyes, then slipped right out of her brain with a whoosh. She couldn’t remember it. She simply couldn’t remember it!

If she had known she would transmigrate to ancient times, she would have memorized everything properly.

“Sigh… This won’t do.”

Fat Chef sighed. All of this would have to be fed to the chickens and ducks again.

Just as the big one and the little one were thinking about what they should do next time, a maid came out carrying a basin of water.
“What is that?”

The maid said, “Chef Pang, this is the water you used to wash the sweet potatoes yesterday. We forgot to throw it out.”

Chef Pang gave an oh, then suddenly glanced into the water and hurriedly called the maid back.

“Wait!”

Just now, when the water had rippled, he had vaguely seen something white settled at the bottom. The color looked very much like some kind of powdery sediment.

His instincts told him that this stuff was very likely the key to making vermicelli.

So he quickly took the basin from the maid and carefully poured off the top layer of water himself.

The starch settled inside, its surface faintly yellow, was completely exposed.

There wasn’t much of it, just a thin layer coating the bottom of the basin.

Fat Chef scraped up a little with his finger and put it in his mouth.

The next moment, his eyes lit up completely.

“Hahaha… We did it. It’s flour-this really is flour.”

Of course, the texture was different from wheat flour.

But as long as it was a powdery substance like this, they could try making it into noodles, vermicelli, and the like.

“Quick, bring me a clean winnowing tray. Spread this flour out and dry it in the sun.”

Jiang Yunsui also leaned over to take a look.

“So this is starch.”

Fat Chef patted her little head. “So the thing we were looking for was actually in the water we used to wash the sweet potato scraps-the water we didn’t even want.”

“Just you wait. Once Fat Chef turns this into vermicelli, I’ll make something tasty for you.”

Jiang Yunsui nodded happily.

“Fat Chef, I’m going next door to play.”

Fat Chef nodded and directly stuffed several big, soft white buns into her arms.

“Take them.”

Jiang Yunsui’s eyes instantly curved into happy crescents.

Hugging the big buns, she bounced off to her own residence.

At this moment, quite a few trees had already been planted in the Front Courtyard.

Grass seeds had been scattered over the empty spaces.

Naturally, they weren’t just any grass seeds. They were ones Jiang Yunsui had carefully chosen: a low-growing variety with tender blades that would bloom with tiny purple flowers.

From the entrance to the house, a layer of bluestone had already been laid down, wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Grass seeds had also been scattered in the cracks of the bluestone path. On both sides, a layer of cobblestones had been spread, along with some seeds for little wildflowers.

“Uncle Liu, Uncle Qian, Uncle Li…”

She called out to the people in the courtyard who were replacing roof tiles and planting grape saplings.

They were happy to see her too.

“Suisui is here.”

Jiang Yunsui was the kind of child people took a liking to easily.

In just a few short days, she had already become familiar with the people helping her tidy up the house.

“These are for you.”

When Old Man Liu saw them, he quickly waved his hands. “No, no, that won’t do. We already ate meat buns yesterday. We can’t have more today.”

Jiang Yunsui said, “But I can’t finish them. Each one is even bigger than my face, and there are so many.”

She wanted to stuff them straight into their hands, but their hands were all dirty at the moment.

So she put them in a basket first.

It was terribly hot today. Seeing them covered in sweat, Jiang Yunsui thought for a moment, then ran back and asked a guard to help bring over a basin of mung bean soup.

“Uncle Liu, if you get thirsty, come drink some mung bean soup.”

Jiang Yunsui suddenly wanted sour plum soup.

Tuantuan had told her the recipe before too, but she couldn’t remember it. QAQ

“Tuantuan, I miss you so much.”

She especially missed all those delicious recipes Tuantuan had known.

When Little Mushroom had been up on the mountain, she had only cared about playing. Now that she needed them, she regretted it terribly.

Sitting on the bluestone steps, she propped her cheeks in both hands, her big eyes gazing up at the sky.

But very quickly, the sun dazzled her so badly that she hurriedly pulled her melancholy little gaze back down.