Faintly aware that someone was applying a wet towel to his forehead, Li Shan tried his best to open his eyes, only to hear his mother Zhu complaining there.
"Being so drunk, it's really good not to learn, just learn these things!"
Even though he was dizzy, Li Shan couldn't help but want to laugh. He was scolding Zhou Zhao... That guy was teaching in Li's house, and food and accommodation were included, but no alcohol was included. All his salary of ten guan a month was spent on alcohol. I get drunk every few days.
While they were still chattering, Li Shanshou propped himself up on the bed, but he was unsteady and almost fell over.
"Wake up!" Mrs. Zhu snorted, "Composing poems while drunk is quite charming!"
Li Shan huffed, he must not have let anything slip. It would be a waste to have a famous saying appear like this...
"You know that it is not shameful to hang oneself on the southeastern branch and hang oneself on the southeastern branch!"
"Still staggering around, where are you going?"
Relieved, Li Shan swayed, opened his head and looked around. He was really unsteady on his feet. He felt that he could walk in a circle if he walked in a straight line, so he could only shout: "Xiao Man, where is Xiao Man?"
Mrs. Zhu quickly supported her son and said, "Xiao Man is making tea."
Cooking tea to relieve hangover?
Are you afraid that I won’t be able to spit it out?
Thinking about the bowl of tea he drank in the backyard of Li's house today, Li Shan couldn't help but vomit and gurgling...
Although Sanlejiang is fruit wine, the alcohol content is not high, but its stamina is not small. Li Shan is in trouble this time.
But the problem now is... Li Shan drank at least thirty or forty bowls!
"Xiaoman, Xiaoman!"
"Lang Jun vomited again..."
"Help me...walk!" Li Shan leaned on Xiangruan's body and quickened his pace.
Thirty or forty bowls of fruit wine, I really can’t hold it in any longer!
He got up four or five times in one night. After all, he drank so much fruit wine and drank a lot of water because of his dry mouth. The next morning, Li Shan was still listless. Although he was drunk yesterday, his biological clock still made him wake up early. .
Turning his head to look at Xiaoman who was sleeping soundly next to him, Li Shan took a closer look. Hey, in his previous life, this was a cute girl with a delicate face.
Speaking of which, Xiaoman did a good job last night. In the dark night, he turned the faucet accurately and didn't let Li Shan get his pants wet.
In a daze, many fragments flashed through Li Shan's mind. He didn't know why he thought about those long-distant memories. It might be because of the fight yesterday. He even remembered the first fight he had in high school.
He was a gangster who liked to rob high school students for their living expenses. I remember being beaten until I was inhuman shape, but I still bit the gangster’s ear and refused to let go. Afterwards, the class teacher said you were too stupid, just for the five dollars.
But at that time, I only had five yuan a week.
In order to make those gangsters fearful, I can go out and play hard.
It was the same thing yesterday. When Yuchi Baolin took action, and when Li Kai, Chang Sun Chong, and Cheng Chumo all arrived, Li Shan had already made up his mind to play hard.
If you don’t play hard, prove that you are capable, and don’t make yourself more important, will you be able to protect yourself when a crisis comes in the future?
If he hadn't knocked out Yuchi Baolin yesterday, would he have been recognized by the disciples of Prince Qin's palace?
If he was humiliated by Yuchi Baolin yesterday but did not dare to resist, how would everyone in the Qin Palace regard him?
Let alone Li Keshi, would Li Kai and Li Zhaode still regard themselves as friends?
Talking about putting righteousness first, talking about benefiting from cooperation... Li Shan knew very well that these are all based on his own personal ability, temperament, and comprehensive knowledge. The real children from poor families in this era cannot time-travel like Li Shan. comparable to those of others.
I don't know how long it took, but it was already bright outside, and Xiao Man finally woke up and asked, "What are you looking at, Mr. Lang?"
"Clean."
"ah?"
"Wipe your saliva."
Xiaoman's face turned red, he got up, covered his face and jumped out of bed.
"Be careful... Hey, hey, look, it must have fallen."
Li Shan was laughing so much on the bed, watching Xiaoman stumble out.
After a while, Xiaoman came in with a washbasin towel to help Li Shan get up, his face still red.
"What are you bringing in? I'll just go out and wash up." Li Shan muttered, but still stood up, opened his hands, and let Xiaoman dress and wash up.
Basically, except for brushing his teeth or doing it by himself, Li Shan can just close his eyes and rest his mind... The decadent feudal landlord class!
"Mr. Lang, my wife said yesterday that she wanted to buy another maid."
"Um?"
"Is it because Xiaoman was not considerate in serving Mr. Lang?"
Li Shan casually put his arm around Xiaoman's waist and said teasingly, "Mom, it's just a joke."
Xiaoman pouted and propped his feet, and whispered in Li Shan's ear: "Xiaoman has read "The Classic of Filial Piety" and "The Analects of Confucius", and he can also serve my husband in his studies."
Li Shan was startled. In the past few months, although he knew the history of Xiao Man's classics, he didn't want her to enter the study, just to prevent Xiao Man from thinking about the past.
"Xiaoman also studied before he was ten years old."
Li Shan tightened his hands. He understood this sentence. Xiaoman should have entered Pingkangfang when he was ten years old, and the female prostitutes in Pingkangfang were all the relatives of criminal officials.
Xiaoman is only thirteen years old this year, which shows that her father and ancestors were convicted after Li Tang founded the country.
After calming down, Li Shan said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry. How can it be so easy to buy a maid like Xiaoman who is knowledgeable, well-versed in classics and history, and whose red sleeves are fragrant?"
"Not necessarily." Xiaoman snorted, "These days, many big families from the north are moving south. I heard a few days ago that a family was robbed and killed by bandits, and the slaves rebelled, leaving only two brothers and a sister."
Li Shanyi frowned and became alert. He didn't remember anything else, but he remembered that Liu Heitai made trouble twice. The second time was when Li Jiancheng sent troops to Hebei, and Liu Heitai also died in this battle.
But what made Li Shan even more wary was another possibility, because he remembered a piece of news he heard in the restaurant yesterday.
Just over half a month ago, Li Da'en, the king of Dingxiang County in charge of Daizhou, attacked Mayi, which was under Yuan Junzhang's separatist rule. However, Dugu Sheng, who joined forces, failed to arrive at the agreed time. Li Da'en was stationed in the new city and became a lone army.
Liu Heitai took the opportunity to persuade Jieli Khan and mobilized tens of thousands of cavalry to attack the new city. The saint sent General Li Gaoqian of the Right Xiaowei to rescue him. However, Li Daen was forced to break out at night because he ran out of food. His troops were defeated and he himself He was also captured and killed.
Today's Tang Dynasty is not the Tang Dynasty that dominates the world, and its leader is not the Khan of Heaven. The huge shadow of the Turks is always hovering over Li Tang's head.
"Let Lao Fan call for the eighth uncle and the eighth uncle's eldest son Zhu Qi."
A quarter of an hour later, Li Shan, who had been asking Zhu Wei for a long time, looked at Zhu Qi. This man was originally a salesman. He had been responsible for the cooperation between Dongshan Temple and restaurants for more than half a year, and often visited the East and West markets.
"Well, the price has indeed increased." Zhu Qi said hesitantly: "Last year, it was four yuan for a dou of rice, but now it is five yuan for a dou of rice. Some grain stores have already increased it to six yuan."
Li Shan pursed his lips and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, "For three consecutive years, we attacked Luoyang and then Hebei. The price of rice did not rise, but now..."
After thinking over and over, Li Shan looked at Zhu Wei, "Eighth uncle, can you trust me more than your nephew?"
Zhu Wei said without hesitation: "Of course I can trust him. Dalang will tell you what he has to say."
"Send people to buy grain. Don't buy it in Chang'an City. Go to different places to buy grain."
"Buying food?" Zhu Wei was stunned for a moment and then nodded, "I'll arrange the manpower. How much do you want to buy?"
"As long as there is money left in the public account, even if there is only one money left, we must use it!"
"It doesn't have to be rice noodles. Buy more corn, it's cheaper."
"Remember that Dongshan Temple has a big warehouse, and we need to arrange for manpower to guard it."
As the saying goes, Zhujiagou spurned Li Shan in the past and respected Li Shan who was close to him today. Hunters often brought prey, and women often made several pairs of shoes for Li Shan. Every time Li Shan left the village, there were always young men who volunteered to serve as guards. entourage.
At this time, even if there was only a glimmer of possibility, Li Shan tried to save Zhujiagou from disaster.
Anyway, in the feudal era, if you save more food, you will never suffer a loss.
