In the conference room of the palace hall, except for Yuan Wen, who was absent due to illness, everyone who had originally participated in the discussion about cultivating blood essence grass gathered here.

Perseus held the official document sent from Danyu City in his hand. After reading it, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "The Danyu Plain has begun preparations for cultivating blood essence grass. At this rate, there should be plenty of time."

"The efficiency is very high." Lan Xian touched his chin, unable to hide the admiration in his tone, "The harvest season is approaching, and there is resistance from the local nobles, but the officials of Danyu City can still abide by the instructions issued by the royal city and execute them without hesitation.

People deserve a lot of praise.”

Perseus closed the official document with a serious expression, not joking at all: "After this matter is completed, I will personally award medals of honor to the officials of Danyu City and promote the best among them to serve in the palace."

The crowd applauded symbolically to show their appreciation.

"Everyone must learn from the officials of Danyu City. As long as we can maintain this momentum, we will definitely be able to turn the danger into safety this time." Perseus rapped his knuckles on the table twice and said, "It's getting late, you all.

Go back and rest first. If there are any latest developments in Danyu City, I will have someone inform you."

Everyone stood up to say goodbye to His Majesty the King and left one after another.

It was late at night when the meeting ended. The moon was dark and the wind was high. The cold wind in winter was extremely fierce. It felt like a knife cutting on the face. No matter how thick the cotton-padded clothes were, it seemed to be drilled through, bringing with it bursts of biting coldness.

At the Chancellor's Mansion, Baldian has not returned home late at night. Dozens of servants in the house are afraid to sleep. Even if they have no work to do, they must stay at the gate until Baldian comes back or asks someone to pass on the oral instructions.

They rest.

If they don't have either, they must always guard it. This is the training of a minister's servant.

There was a faint sound of wheels at the end of the street, and the carriage drove out of the darkness and stopped in front of the mansion. The coachman pulled back the door curtain, and the servants waiting in the cold wind nodded.

Baldian walked out from behind the curtain. He was already fat, and because he was wearing a thick coat to keep out the cold, he looked like a pile of meat.

A servant came forward, kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground and arching his back. Baldian stepped on it and got off the carriage.

Seeing the servants neatly guarding outside the mansion, Baldian showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded and said: "Steward Jason will stay here for a while, and everyone else should go back to their rooms to rest."

"Good night, my lord." The servants responded in unison, nodded and retreated to the mansion.

Baldian walked in, and Jason, the steward of the mansion, followed behind with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered. He asked with concern: "Sir, you are so tired after working so late. Do you want me to ask the kitchen to make you some midnight snacks?"

Baodian waved his hand: "No need for late night snacks, just make a pot of tea and deliver it to my office as usual."

Jason paused for some reason, but quickly responded: "Yes."

Baldian returned to his office. The attentive servants had heated up the fireplace early. It was very warm inside. He took off his cold coat and sat on the chair with relief. His body was as soft as a lump of fat.

Pork belly melted out of the freezer.

Before going to bed, Baodian had the habit of sitting in the study, drinking some Pu'er, and reading. Without this step, he would always have trouble sleeping. He picked up the half-read book on the table and continued reading.

Not long after, Jason brought the brewed Pu'er. He made a cup with the teapot and put it in front of Baldian: "Sir, the tea is ready. It's a little hot when it's just boiled. Please be careful."

"Yeah." Baodian responded, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

It was okay not to take a sip, but something was wrong with this sip. Baldian immediately paused, spit the tea in his mouth back into the cup, and then poured it on Jason.

Jason had hot tea spilled all over him, but he didn't even dare to wipe it away. He knelt on the ground with a horrified look on his face: "My lord?"

Baldian placed the cup heavily on the table, and some cracks appeared in the ceramic cup. He said with a straight face: "Do you think I'm a fool? You think I can't taste it? This is not this year's mist and rain Pu'er."

In addition to the type and quality of Doguland's tea, it is also distinguished by the season to determine whether it is the best.

Most tea trees will start to grow slowly during the "dettol" season. The tea leaves that can be picked before the "fog rain" are extremely delicate, green in color and fragrant. They are truly the best teas. The tea leaves picked after the "fog rain"

It's relatively general.

Since the temperature before fog and rain is generally low, the growth rate of tea trees is slow, and few can meet the picking standards, so the price of tea is naturally very expensive.

The Wuyu Pu'er that Bao Dian usually drinks is more than a hundred times more expensive than ordinary Pu'er.

This steward had just arrived a few months ago and had no idea that Baodian's ability to identify tea was so powerful. He could tell whether the tea was picked before or after the fog and rain with just one sip. He hesitated for a while and said no.

Speak up.

In the end, he could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy while slapping himself: "My lord, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hidden this from you, sir, please spare me this time."

Bao Dian was in a good mood today. Seeing that the steward made his face swollen, he didn't care too much. He just asked with a straight face: "Why don't you give me Wuyu Pu'er? Don't you know that I usually like to drink it?"

What tea?”

"Sir, I know, but" the steward hesitated, looking a little on the verge of tears, "It's just that the Wuyu Pu'er in the house just ran out yesterday. It's already winter, and the Wuyu Pu'er on the market has long been sold out.

Guang, I really went to every teahouse, but they were all out of stock.”

Baldian sneered and said: "Then you took a chance and brewed this pot of tea with inferior tea leaves, hoping to fool me with it?"

The steward was trembling, bowing his head to the ground and not daring to move.

Baldian's face was full of displeasure: "I can't even buy some tea, and I have to come up with some bad ideas on my own in an attempt to get through here. Huh, I'm in a good mood today. I won't argue with you. I'll fine you one month's salary, and then

I'll work in the kitchen for half a year and I'll give you a long memory."

Compared with punishments such as whipping, this was already very merciful, and the steward quickly agreed.

"Go down." Baldian waved his hand and sent the steward away.

After the steward left, Baodian picked up the cracked tea cup and looked at it. He couldn't help but said to himself: "Idiots do appear every year, but it's no wonder they have to pay for me and can't buy tea."

, it’s not easy to be forced to make such a decision.”

Baldian thought for a moment, took up a pen and wrote a letter of exemption from fines, and prepared to hand it over to the accountant tomorrow.

After finishing writing, he felt a little sleepy and was about to go back to his room to rest when his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the teacup with tea stains on the table.

Have to make a deal

but no tea

purchase

Can't buy it
Chapter completed!