The small room was packed to the brim, with more than a dozen people crammed into it. The table and floor were filled with various gifts from the villagers, and there were even two clucking hens tied outside.
The doctor in the village is qualified to receive such treatment. Yesterday, Zhu Jie was carried back and was dying, but today he can speak... Li Shan thought to himself that in the era without antibiotics, people's physiques might be stronger.
Mr. Zhu, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled and exchanged greetings with everyone, mentioning from time to time... He taught his son in his early years to put justice first, and if he refused to save him when something happened on the way, this would be a breach of justice.
A young man on the side said with a smile: "Da Lang, have you returned the bellyband from yesterday?"
The room burst into laughter. Zhu Wei, the head of the clan, laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. Li Shan couldn't help but blame him, "It's Zhu Ba..."
Zhu Ba, who was standing by the door, immediately interrupted loudly, "You asked me to get it!"
Li Shandu laughed angrily, and just as he was about to break it all down, a small, round, bare forehead suddenly appeared from outside the door.
The young monk pulled Li Shan's clothes, blinked and asked, "Da Lang, eighth brother said you went to Pingkangfang yesterday. What was that for?"
After a moment of silence in the room, there was another burst of laughter. Zhu Wei suppressed laughter and drove everyone out, and said to Mrs. Zhu: "The old man is also sixteen... With his status, it is difficult to find a wife. How about taking a concubine first?"
Zhu was a little moved and glanced at Li Shan.
Li Shan shrugged indifferently, "Marry a virtuous wife, and take concubines for sex."
Mrs. Zhu agreed: "Then choose two maids first."
The little goblin from Pingkangfang was pretty good. Li Shan felt a little sorry, but it was a pity that he belonged to the Jiaofang Department and he didn't have the ability to create it himself.
After chatting for a while, a sad look appeared on Zhu Wei's face, "I heard the news today that if Dongshan Temple is abolished, the owner of the household that entrusts the land will need to send troops from the Ding Ying Mansion, and he will have to pay taxes for four years..."
"Four years of taxation?" Zhu laughed angrily, "But in four or five years, all the wheat and millet in the Xijing treasury has been used up?"
The room fell into silence, and after a moment, Mrs. Zhu finally spoke, "If it doesn't work, I'll go there then..."
"How many of the two hundred and thirty households in Zhujiagou can he control?" Zhu Wei shook his head and said, "If you don't want to then... just go back to Lingnan when the war stops."
Zhu said categorically: "I won't go back to Lingnan!"
Li Shan on the side flipped the soybeans in his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and then back to his left hand. His ears were erect and pointed. His mother and Zhu Wei would not say these words in front of his predecessor.
"Da Lang?"
Li Shan showed a gentle smile to his mother, "My child knows that he was wrong before, and he will listen to his mother in the future."
Mrs. Zhu showed a satisfied smile. For a woman who had lost her husband, her son was her only support.
However, Li Shan really didn't want to return to Lingnan.
You must know that this is Chang'an, the Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, the Chang'an of poetry and wine, the palace where the nine heavens open and the palace, and where all the nations wear beautiful clothes and hats!
This is Chang'an before Zhenguan, it is Chang'an that is about to begin the rule of Zhenguan, and it is Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty that is about to dominate the world and dominate the world.
You will go back to Lingnan only if your brain is flooded!
What is Lingnan today?
Until the Northern Song Dynasty, Lingnan was the main place where officials were demoted and prisoners were exiled. It was almost the same as the Ninggu Pagoda in the Qing Dynasty.
"If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will grow up to be a Lingnan native."
Later generations thought Su Shi was praising Lingnan...
"I don't know when it will be inspected. He is not one of the top ten virtues. It is said that he is an eminent monk from other places with the name of Xuanzang." Zhu Wei dropped these words and stood up to leave.
Li Shan bared his teeth, he was actually his younger brother.
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Mother and son sat opposite each other, with two bowls of porridge on the table. They were yellow and orange, and looked like millet. In fact, they were corn, one of the most important foods in Guanzhong in this era.
Stay in Chang'an and don't go to Peimen.
Ever since Li Shan made such a promise last night, Mrs. Zhu's face gradually became warmer. But when Li Shan, who was having trouble eating, casually mentioned doing some business and making some money, Mrs. Zhu's face turned ugly again. .
"You can't do business!" Zhu said categorically: "Once you do business, it will be difficult to enter an official career in the future!"
Seeing Li Shan's confused look, Mr. Zhu snorted coldly: "Pei from Hedong has such a great reputation. If you can't get ahead, how can you raise your ambitions in the future?!"
Li Shan, who understood, smiled and persuaded: "Mother, he takes his Yangguan Road, and we take our single-plank bridge. The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river..."
Mrs. Zhu slammed the table and shouted: "Can you bear this tone?"
His heart seemed to curl up, and a wave of hatred surged into his heart. This was caused by his original body. Li Shan tried hard to suppress this emotion. When he had no strength, any revenge actions or even thoughts were stupid.
One of Li Shan's best friends in his previous life once said after he was drunk that you picked the wrong name. You keep claiming to be kind to others, but you are actually an old silver coin.
Over there, Mrs. Zhu kept scolding the Pei family and Li Dewu, and talked about settling in Zhujiagou and buying land after the temple was dismantled... This was a good opportunity for mother and son to settle in Guanzhong.
"Now the Central Plains has been settled, but Hebei is in chaos, and the frontier is difficult to calm down. It is the time to make achievements."
"Mom, I am an only son..." Li Shan was a little restless. The military system of the government did not select only sons.
In this day and age, you can catch a cold or catch a cold, so why should I go into battle?
What about those Tang poems I memorized? There is no place for heroes?
"It doesn't matter, we won't use our troops to go to war when the time comes." Zhu seemed very confident, "Pei Shiju is already old, and there are no talented heirs. It will be difficult for Li Dewu to ascend to a high position!"
Li Shan sighed, I was determined to throw water on the unscrupulous man.
After finishing the meal, Li Shan asked about the abolition of the temple. Zhu said a few words impatiently, and then said: "If the temple is axed, taxes will have to be paid for four years..."
Mr. Zhu was in a bit of a dilemma. If he wanted to settle in Zhujiagou, he would have to pay taxes with the villagers for four years. Otherwise, it would be difficult to cross the household registration line. But on the way north, he had already spent all his money.
Regarding this, Li Shan, a time traveler, has some ideas.
"The eldest man of the Li family?"
Zhu Ba's shout came from outside, and Li Shan greeted him with a smile, "Have you finished grinding?"
"Here, it's all in the bucket."
Li Shan knelt down and smelled it. It had a strong smell of soy milk, but it was a little fishy.
It doesn't matter, it will be fine after it boils.
"Dalang, what is this?" The little monk appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Li Shan's sleeve.
"I'll let you try it later..." Li Shan was a little worried. This little monk was like a man with a hundred thousand questions. He always asked questions about everything he encountered, and he didn't choose the occasion.
In his previous life, Li Shan lost his mother when he was born and his father before he was one year old. He only had grandparents and could not survive farming. He had to rely on a tofu shop to survive, so he was naturally very familiar with making tofu.
Although you can't get a suitable brine, plaster can also be used, just try adjusting the proportions.
"Uncle Dumb, lower the fire."
The mute uncle behind the stove pulled out two sticks of firewood. He was the old servant who came down from Li Shan who was about to hang himself that day. He was born mute. Zhu went north to Chang'an and took a total of five servants with him. Four of them ran away with Li Dewu. Only Uncle Dumb stayed.
Pour down the prepared gypsum and stir it evenly with a spoon. Li Shan carefully watched the soy milk in the pot gradually solidify, picked up the spoon and took a spoonful, "It's missing...this is tofu brain."
Today in Chang'an City, Li Shan, in addition to Pingkangfang, went to the East and West Markets and asked people to inquire before choosing to buy gypsum.
Although the legend of tofu was invented by King Huainan of the Western Han Dynasty, it had not spread at least in the Tang Dynasty.
This thing is not expensive, but it is not difficult to make the first pot of gold in a short time.
Li Shan didn't want to make a fortune from tofu anyway.
Looking at the tofu pudding in the pot, Li Shan thought about it and wanted to try it first.
There was no soy sauce, so I added some sauce. Salt was quite expensive at this time, so I didn't add it for now. I just added some vinegar and took out three small bowls of tofu.
"eat."
Mother Zhu Shi and Zhu Ba were both a little hesitant. Only the little monk took two big sips, his eyes widened, "What a mouthful!"
After a while, the three small bowls were all clean.
"What is this?"
"Where did Dalang learn this?"
Li Shan tilted his head and thought for a while, then touched the young monk's bald head and said with a smile: "This is Gewürztraminer."
"If this thing is sold in the East and West Market..." Li Shan touched his chin and whispered.
Mrs. Zhu silently stared at the son she didn't seem to recognize, and suddenly said: "Go and invite your seventh uncle, fifth uncle, and sixth uncle to come over."
Seemingly sensing the strange atmosphere, Brother Zhu and the young monk walked away.
"Mother?"
"This thing can make some money, but you and I can't sell it ourselves."
"Zhu Ba can help. Call a few more. After all, we have to grind tofu."
"You and I, mother and son, went north to Chang'an and encountered changes. If Zhujiagou hadn't taken us in, have you ever thought about what we would be like?"
"What mother means is..."
"Dalang, you did the right thing yesterday, why can't you think about it today?"
"When people stand in this world, righteousness comes first!"
When Mrs. Zhu strode out and walked towards Zhu Wei and others, Li Shancai suddenly woke up and stretched out his helpless hand towards the door.
Please bean sack!
