The weather is getting colder, and Li Shan is a little doubtful that what he said to Ashina Sheer is not nonsense. It is really getting colder every year, and it was obviously not so cold last year.
Li Shan, wrapped in a heavy fur coat, sat dumbly on a chair and counted with his fingers. During the Little Ice Age, I remember one time before the feudal era. I don’t know if it was the Shang or Zhou Dynasty. It must have been one time from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms and the Western Jin Dynasty. It must have been one time from the end of the Tang Dynasty to the Five Dynasties. Once, it was once in the late Ming Dynasty, it seems that there were only these four times in total...
However, the history books also make it very clear that the Turks' defeat was due to the weather. The grasslands were cold, cattle, sheep and horses froze to death, large-scale famine, and the Tang army's elite cavalry raids in heavy snow...
In order to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow covered the bow and sword... Li Shan suddenly remembered this poem, which seemed to be a frontier fortress poem in the mid-Tang Dynasty. If Su Dingfang still had this experience in this life, this poem would be of use.
In the past few days, Li Shan seemed to be reviewing, but in fact he was thinking about three things.
First, how to make money.
Secondly, it’s too cold!
Third, what kind of poem should I use? !
Li Shan flipped through the poetry collection at hand and threw it away. In this era, there was no engraving and printing technology, and there were almost no published poetry collections. He wanted to collect poetry collections to determine whether the inventory in his mind had appeared... it was a bit difficult.
However, it was not without gain. Li Shan discovered from a collection of poems sent by Fang Yizhi that "The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is more secluded." It is a work by Wang Ji, a member of the Langya Wang clan in Nanliang during the Five Dynasties.
Tsk tsk, it’s so dangerous!
There was a lot of commotion outside. Li Shan felt energetic for a while, wrapped up his fur coat, and headed forward with Xiao Man. Review... It was really not necessary. He was basically confident about filling in the blanks, and he could pass most of the explanations.
Fang Yizhi, Yuwen Shiji and others all said that the Jinshi subject... mainly depends on your miscellaneous items, that is, the level of poetry and prose.
On the right side of the door, the original kitchen has completely changed. More than twenty people are watching two women making a fire to cook.
Well, the main thing I saw was not cooking, but the earthen stoves that the two women were using.
Li Shan drew the drawings and explained them in detail. He found two masons from the village, and Qi Laoliu happened to be able to help.
Li Shan had long been impatient with the stoves of this era. They were too crude, not ventilated, and had no chimney. He was too unaccustomed to them. He didn't have much time before, and the village was busy with farm work in the first half of the year, and there were not enough manpower. Now he was free. And there are enough manpower.
Li Shan has used this kind of earthen stove for many years. He has been squatting behind it to light the fire since he was five or six years old. He is so familiar with it that he even watched the craftsmen in the village build it with his own eyes, and he quickly built something similar.
It's just that there were bricks in the previous life, but in this life... Li Shan was wondering whether to build a brick factory. That thing would definitely sell well, and it would also have certain technical difficulties.
The stove was set up the day before yesterday and can only be used today. Li Shan tried it and found that several iron pots sent by Wang Renbiao just fit in. The workmanship is really good.
Zhu Wei looked at Tu Zao curiously, "Da Lang actually understands this..."
"I understand a little bit." Li Shan laughed, "Burn firewood down below, one on the stove and one on the firewood pile."
"Smoke goes up from this passage?"
"Well, the chimney floats up, and the kitchen becomes much cooler."
"Why are there two floors below?"
Li Shan smiled and said: "Burn firewood on the upper level. If you don't need it, push the charcoal forward, drop it to the lower level, and then take it out again. It can be used as a charcoal basin for heating."
"The design is quite exquisite." Ma Zhou clicked his tongue twice, "But it must be made of good iron."
A woman was using a long hook to push the charcoal fire down, and then using a small shovel to shovel the charcoal fire into the basin. Li Shan squatted down and lit the fire, thinking that it would finally be warmer tonight.
It was like this in the previous life. Every winter, my grandfather would use the charcoal fire left from cooking at night to keep warm. The small house was as warm as spring. He would lie down in front of the simple table and do his homework...
Originally, Li Shan was planning to use coal for heating directly, because charcoal in this era... is quite expensive. Now Li Shan is a little short of money and can't afford it.
Guanzhong is the place with the highest concentration of coal in the country. Li Shan also specifically asked about Wei Shou of the Julu Wei family... Wei Zheng's clan uncle compiled the "Book of Wei" and mentioned that Guanzhong's earth burned, and there was no fire. The smoke rose up and spread for dozens of miles, and it lasted for more than a month.
Typical underground coal spontaneous combustion.
Li Shan was still preparing to start this business, but he gave up after thinking about it. This business in later generations would require intensive funds and human resources. Zhujiagou really couldn't afford this business, and if he recruited too many people, it would cost thousands of people. Tens of thousands of people is not that many, and maybe one day a scapegoat will be thrown down.
Moreover, coal heating seems to cause carbon dioxide poisoning. I am not afraid of it, but I am afraid that something will happen to others. However, using charcoal for heating is in line with the common understanding of this era. Sweeping charcoal fire from the lower floor of the earthen stove can be used for cooking and heating.
Moreover, Li Shan specially made a small opening on the earth stove, and asked Qi Laoliu to make a small iron pot and put it in it, so that he could boil a pot of water when cooking.
"Uncle Qi, did you come here specifically to see this stove today?" Li Shan was a little surprised, "I'll ask Qi Laoliu and the others to come over later."
"Let's go in and talk." Zhu Wei sighed, drove away all the idle people, and only led five or six people into the main hall.
The main hall was relatively airy... Li Shan refused to come in the past few days. He had people close the door and brought in several charcoal basins. He also had people move the sofa over before sitting down with his hands folded.
"Ahem, ahem."
Hearing Xiaoman's cough, Li Shan turned around and saw a middle-aged man talking to Mo Xiang on the porch. Why did this little girl come to the front yard now when she usually serves her mother?
"That's Lei Jing, who settled in August, and is Mo Xiang's uncle." Zhu Wei whispered: "This man has some courage, but a smooth temperament. Most of the people who settled there at that time were persuaded by him."
Li Shan understood immediately when he heard it. It was probably because Mo Xiang was serving him that day that Lei Jing chose to settle down... Of course, it was also because he had no better choice.
Sure enough, after just a few words of greeting, Mo Xiang came in with a kettle, poured a cup of hot water for everyone, and then stood side by side with Xiao Man behind the sofa.
Li Shan was a little shocked, but he glanced across the way and vaguely guessed something.
Except for Ma Zhou, the other people are representatives of various people in the village. Zhu Wei and Zhu Ba represent the old people of Zhujiagou, Lei Jing represents the refugees who stayed in July and August last year, and Wang Fubao’s nephew Prince Junhao represents the group of Su Dingfang and Ling Jing, while Qi Laoliu represents the dozens of surrendered pawns.
After listening to the chattering on the other side, Li Shan suddenly smiled and said, "Qi Laoliu, do you regret it?"
"I told you before that if you follow a certain person to Chang'an, you will starve to death at most. If you want to become a successful person, that is just a daydream!"
"Now that Zhujiagou is so shabby and downtrodden, don't you regret it?"
Qi Laoliu, who had just been arguing with Zhu Ba, suddenly stood up, blushing and said: "Mr. Lang's words are too hurtful!"
"We are grateful for your great kindness, and we voluntarily follow you. Not to mention eating chaff and swallowing dust, even if we die for your husband, we will not take a step back!"
"Then what are we fighting for today?" Li Shan sighed: "The so-called non-fighting means fighting, fighting means not fighting. If you don't fight, no one in the world can compete with you."
The people on the other side listened in confusion, and Ma Zhou laughed and scolded: "Qi Laoliu, you have no merit at all, but Huairen is now difficult to enter Chang'an City. Fighting with others, you are already at the bottom... But since Sui Huai Ren settled here and became a disciple, how could Huairen abandon it?"
Li Shan was a little annoyed and glanced sideways at Zhu Wei. These nonsense things are also coming to me!
Don’t you know that I have to concentrate on studying for the exam during this time?
