MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 821 Xinbao is like grass on the wall

  Chapter 821 Xinbao is like a grass on the wall

   And more than that.

  Yan Shirong also deduced where the space would expand after the snow disaster based on the previous expansion direction, and then made a plan.

  How much is expected to expand, and what will be planted in this area after that...

  Because the date and size of the expansion are not yet known, so several plans have been made... It is really accurate to the millimetre.

   Xinbao took Yeye into the space to pick strawberries, and gave Yan Ji such a schedule.

  Yan Ji couldn't help sighing: "It's really convenient to stand behind the imperial court, and everything is calculated."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Thank you."

With a small basket in one hand and a skirt in the other, Xinbao walked carefully in the strawberry garden, picking up big red ones, putting them into the basket while eating, and said: "Second brother made it, and made it with my wife. It's not the same taste."

  Emperor Ming Pei strolled around with his hands behind his back, and said casually, "Why don't you have the same taste?"

Xinbao said: "If my wife does it, he would rather spend a few rounds in vain, and calculate the time so that each piece is harvested at exactly the same time, and a large piece is collected... Otherwise, even if he can't see it, but he himself He secretly imagines that there are confiscated ones, some confiscated ones, tall ones and short ones in a large area, and he will feel very uncomfortable. But my brother doesn’t care at all whether it looks good or not, he just wants to be more diverse without delaying a day.”

  Emperor Ming Pei laughed: "You are right."

  Xinbao said: "What is it like?"

  Emperor Ming Pei smiled and said: "Yeah is also like the second brother. It doesn't matter if it looks good or not. It is serious to collect more food."

   "Oh," Xinbao stopped and thought for a while: "Xinbao is like a grass on the wall, I think it's good for my wife to be like this, and it's also right for Yeye and brother to be like this."

  Emperor Ming Pei couldn't help laughing.

  Xinbao picked a basket, then went to the spring to wash it himself, and brought it to Emperor Ming Pei to eat.

  She herself is very sturdy, the space is very clean, and she doesn’t need to wash it. She is full while picking it, and then goes to pick the second basket.

  After picking the second basket, she greeted Emperor Ming Pei: "Yeah, let's go? Xinbao wants to send strawberries to Daddy."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Go and deliver Xinbao, Yeye still wants to rest here for a while."

  Xinbao thought for a while: "Alright then, Xinbao will come to pick you up later."

  She stepped out with one foot.

  Emperor Ming Pei asked Yan Ji in a casual chat, "Don't you know how the space will change?"

  Yan Ji said, "I don't know, I won't know until it happens."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Then who will control these?"

"How should I put it?" Yan Ji said: "Well, in the words of you humans, there is God's will in the dark, and this world has its own rules. I should have known it, but I don't remember it now. The master is ignorant and ignorant. I will also be affected, if you want her to be smart, you have to force her to remember like before... like saving the old man, if everything is done for her, she will never recover. "

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "If everything is done for her, she will never recover?"

  Yan Ji said: "Yes."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Then what harm will this do to her?"

   "No," Yan Ji said: "Forcibly waking up and remembering will cause harm, but not remembering will not cause harm. It's just being stupid. I don't know many things, so I have to explore slowly."

  Emperor Ming Pei said in a deep voice: "Xinbao is not stupid! I would rather she didn't know anything, I have plenty of people, and I am willing to find out slowly!"

  Yan Ji was choked, and his voice became more respectful: "Yes."

  Emperor Ming Pei lowered his eyes.

  He found that no matter whether it was Xiao Fenghuang or Yan Ji, although they were somewhat ignorant of the world and spoke frankly, for some reason, they were all in awe of the emperor, or him.

   This is fine.

  He didn't say any more, just walked around slowly with his hands behind his back.

   After a quarter of an hour, Xinbao came back again, with a smaller basket in his hand, and asked him, "Yeah, do you want some snacks?"

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Eat it yourself, I don't want to eat it."

  Xinbao's small mouth couldn't sit still, eating while walking, Emperor Ming Pei pointed to her eyes and asked her: "Is this kind of pickles the folks?"

   "That's right," Xinbao said, "My aunt can pickle the vegetables, sour and crunchy, so delicious."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "There are so many, I will collect it later, and then let the bottom marinate well, and give it away to both sides."

   Xinbao nodded and agreed: "Yan Ji!"

  Yan Ji responded, and Emperor Ming Pei said again: "No hurry, we will talk about it next month, it will be better when it is cooler."

   Xinbao nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "Yan Ji, will you pump water for the vegetables?"

  Yan Ji was at a loss: "What do you mean?"

   Xinbao explained.

It is a simulated freeze-drying technology that removes more than 95% of the water in the vegetables, so that they can be stored for a long time, light in weight, easy to transport, and convenient to eat. The main reason is that the original nutrients will not change, even after soaking in water. , the taste is not too bad.

  Xinbao said: "It is not healthy to eat vegetables often, so you can send some vegetables to them."

  Yan Ji tried it out and sent it to her: "Is that so?"

  Xinbao handed the small basket to Yeye Bangti, touched it, and smelled it: "Can it be less? Moisture?"

  Yan Ji tried twice more, Xinbao nodded: "It's almost there."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "Then you make some, let's take it out and try for how long it can last."

  Xinbao said: "Use moisture-proof packaging."

  Emperor Ming Pei nodded: "Let them try several more packages to see which one is suitable."

  Xinbao said: "There are also radishes, which are not easy to break, and can be shipped directly."

  Emperor Ming Pei smiled and nodded: "Yes, let the second brother make a plan later, and send some to both parties."

  The two came out while chatting.

   In the blink of an eye, Yan Ji brought out a bunch of dehydrated vegetables.

  Emperor Ming Pei was a rigorous emperor. During lunch, he specially asked people to use the simplest estimation method to brew it and taste it.

  Although it is not delicious, it is really not bad.

  He called the Eighth Prince over to give instructions.

  The eighth prince is really exhausted these days!

   Originally, Emperor Ming Pei planned to ask Yan Shisheng to take him for a few more days, and although his posture was extremely low, he still had some confidence in himself and didn't think he would be unable to do it.

  But who knew that Yan Shisheng would be dispatched immediately?

   Then it was too late to pick up the hands. Yan Shisheng didn't hide his secrets, and gave him all the people he needed. Even when he was busy for two days, he went to him and he took the time to teach him.

  But he thinks there are too many things! It's too trivial! It's too much trouble! The doorway is too complicated!

  Press the gourd and lift it up, his head is really big.

  The point is that he is not good at other things. He can see that his eyebrows are high and his eyes are low. He can feel that Yan Shisheng never tripped him up. Instead, the people left behind are sincerely helping... It's just that he himself is useless.

  He had to admit that he was really not as good as his nephew who was two years younger and was born in a commoner.

  So when he came over, he looked exhausted.

  Emperor Ming Pei scolded him: "Sheng'er just arrived in the inner mansion, when he was playing tricks with a group of slaves, he didn't look like you!"

The Eighth Prince groaned and almost cried: "Royal Father, my son is really not as good as nephew Sheng, I am not afraid of jokes from my father and my brother, my son has been busy since the beginning of his life until now, his eyes are blurred, and he hasn't had lunch yet. Woolen cloth…"

  (end of this chapter)