Years Of Rice And Salt Novels & Stories

“President Mies, your ‘chili beans in a can’ saved our entire winter rationing budget. You could conquer the world with just that, you know.” I smiled. “We intend to feed it instead.” Queen Inariel of Livra clutched a box of Aeternum's long-preservation rice cakes during the meeting, holding it like a national treasure. “You mean to tell me these can last for a year... and still taste like this?” “We have cakes that last three years,” I said. “Stored underground. In heat. In cold. Still moist.” She blinked. “Sorcery.” “No,” I corrected, “science. And logistics.”

When Shan Mu brought a little salt to use for the soup Sol Ming has learned an internal crisis that their salt seems to be used up soon. This is the biggest problem for the people here, and salt is something they needed to live their daily lives. "Salt?" Sol Ro seemed to remember something. "Where is our salt?" She turned her head to ask the man next to her side eating quietly all this time. Mu Qin lifted his head to stare at the waiting people for his words. "We already used up the last portion last night this is something I would like to say to you." Sol Ro frowned after hearing that. Then, this means they don't have salts to use anymore.

Roman was crazy about his wife and he praised every moment of the delicious togetherness with her as a special happiness. He had met her when he was twenty-two. That was ten years ago. At that time, like all unmarried young people, he was invited to one of the spring festivals in the neighboring clan in Rinpal. It was customary. One year it went to the Rinpal Clan, the next the Rinzai Clan was a guest, the following year they traveled to the Rotenas Clan, and then another clan came to Shari. In this clever way, new connections were made across all Hy clans.

Grant asked while notice his niece's excitement. Kaleela shrugged after she takes a spoonful of the soup. "Rice is grain. It's shaped like a white seed. They cook it by steamed in big pan. One bowl of it can make you full for a day. Noodle is like our pasta. Instead of sauce oil, they made it with meat's broth or thick soup like this." "I heard rice is cheaper than wheat. The Emperor almost cultivated it in this empire. But, it cancelled. Because planting rice is harder than wheat." Max added.