PNB Chapter 184: Brown Sugar Ginger Tea
Chapter 184: Brown Sugar Ginger Tea
As Fang Xiaoxiao listened to her words, she began to think and analyze.
How could a high-ranking nobleman of the Great Zhou Kingdom end up in a small place like Changle County?
Moreover, according to previous speculation, the person who originally intended to assassinate him accidentally shot the little girl, suggesting that someone was secretly directing all of this.
But who exactly said it was? I originally thought it was the Confucian sage or Li Siwei.
The reason Li Siwei was included was naturally because she had almost ruined the pharmacy.
It's common knowledge that businessmen are profit-driven, and it's quite normal for them to send assassins to kill their rivals if their interests are threatened.
Business warfare is often so brutal and simple: killing the opponent's key figures is more effective than any other method.
This is the thought.
Fang Xiaoxiao silently kept this discovery in mind and folded the Xuan paper in her hand, putting it into her bosom.
She glanced at the two people beside her, who were filled with anticipation, and uttered a few dismissive words.
"I roughly know what happened to the two older sisters."
"That suspicious man is probably the one who secretly shot the arrow and stabbed Nai Nai."
The two looked terrified upon hearing this.
"Then, will our Nai Nai still be in danger?"
"Why don't we report this to the authorities?"
Fang Xiaoxiao waved her hand.
She knew that if someone dared to carry out an assassination in broad daylight, the power behind them must be extremely large.
It is very likely that the eldest prince and a host of other powerful and influential people will also be involved.
But there are contradictions within this.
It's unlikely that the eldest prince would send someone to assassinate him, so the only possibility is that the Confucian sage colluded with the nobles of the Great Zhou in order to seek revenge.
The reason is simple: he lost to himself at the Moon Asking Pavilion. Although there was no competition in the last two rounds, the result was already obvious.
Given that villains are all driven by a damned jealousy, the Confucian sage must have been enraged and sought out a nobleman of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with whom he reached some irresistible agreement of mutual benefit.
Fang Xiaoxiao silently walked out of the room.
She looked up at the sky, which had now darkened.
Although it is winter now, since there were no pollutants in ancient times, we can still see many bright little stars, as bright as the moon.
"My lady, the weather is getting colder, please put on your fur robe."
Zhou Wenjian gave his wife some very concerned instructions.
He clutched a snow-white, furry robe in both hands.
Fang Xiaoxiao felt a touch of warmth and slowly turned around to look at Zhou Wenjian, who had draped a white fur robe over her shoulders.
He was still as quiet and refined as ever, like a young woman waiting to be married, with fair and delicate skin and a handsome face that also carried a hint of gloom.
Fang Xiaoxiao knew where his gloom came from.
As the son of a former official family, he enjoyed a life of luxury and parental love.
However, due to the Crown Prince incident, his entire family was raided and he became a prisoner.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have already chosen to end their life in this situation.
"Thank you, Wenjian. It's too cold, let's go back to the shop first."
The two walked silently towards the shop, one after the other.
When the two arrived at the shop lobby, Old Zhang walked over with a smile, holding a cup of ginger tea.
"Shopkeeper, come and have some ginger tea."
"!!!"
Ginger tea again! When will this ever end?!
Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at the brown ginger tea in front of her, which was steaming hot, and her pretty red cheeks instantly turned liver-colored.
She simply couldn't bring herself to drink five large bowls of bitter and spicy ginger tea in one day.
This stuff is comparable to poison mixed with chili peppers and gall bladder.
"No, let's not. We've been drinking all day, so skipping one won't hurt."
"My wife, you can't think like that. It's good to drink ginger tea all the time. Winter is coming, and drinking more of it can help keep you warm."
Zhou Wenjian stepped forward, took the ginger tea from Old Zhang, and spoke softly to her.
In his opinion, his wife had worked hard all day and spent two hours alone in the cold during a rudimentary surgery, which really made him feel sorry for her.
There was nothing he could do to help his wife except brew her more ginger tea to ward off the cold.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked at the ginger tea in Zhou Wenjian's hand and tried to refuse his kindness with a forced smile.
"How about we wait until it gets cold before drinking it, Wenjian?"
Zhou Wenjian looked at her, then at the ginger tea in his hand.
He thought for a moment and nodded.
“My wife is right. I’ll blow on it to cool it down as soon as possible.”
"..."
I'm a little speechless.
Fang Xiaoxiao could only complain a little in her heart, but she was determined to develop brown sugar ginger tea.
Her initial intention was to make sugar so that it could help balance the flavor when she made ginger tea next time.
But after thinking about it in the room for a while, she remembered that when she had her period, her stomach was very uncomfortable, but after drinking brown sugar ginger tea, it was much better, and her stomach even felt warm.
At this time.
Zhou Wenjian had already handed over the ginger tea.
"My lady, I've cooled the ginger tea for you, you can drink it now."
"How about this, I'll take it back to my room to drink?"
Fang Xiaoxiao's face lit up with joy, and she looked like she was discussing something.
Before Zhou Wenjian could even agree, she had already run to the backyard with the ginger tea.
Fang Xiaoxiao arrived at the backyard and, seeing that no one was around, quickly walked towards her room.
Push the door open and enter.
I sat down at the square wooden table, placed the ginger tea in my hand on it, and plopped down.
"Brown sugar ginger tea, how am I so amazing? I'm such a genius!"
He lay on the table, getting more and more excited as he thought about it.
Once it's made, it'll definitely make a fortune.
After briefly recalling the process of making brown sugar ginger tea, she got up, walked to her desk, picked up a charcoal pencil and rice paper, and began to write.
About half an hour passed.
Fang Xiaoxiao finally wrote down the process of making brown sugar ginger tea.
At first, she thought it was very simple, just boil brown sugar and ginger.
But after actually writing it, I discovered that there were many problems.
First of all, there's brown sugar. In ancient times, brown sugar was comparable to gold, and it wasn't something that ordinary people could afford.
Therefore, if you want to make brown sugar ginger tea, you have to make the brown sugar yourself, and the raw material needed to make brown sugar is sugarcane.
"I've got it! I can ask Wang, the richest man in China, to help me get sugarcane."
After she had finished getting everything ready, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
A dreamless night.
The next morning.
In winter, the number of pedestrians on the long street is visibly reduced, and people are no longer willing to go out.
As Fang Xiaoxiao walked towards Wang Shoufu's restaurant, she noticed that the street vendors on both sides of the road had lost their previous joyful expressions and replaced them with slightly worried faces.
"Sigh, being a street vendor is really not easy. Not only do you have to endure the scorching heat of summer, but you also have to withstand the cold of winter."