Changsun Wuji looked at Xiao Yu's back that had relaxed when he boarded the ship with unclear eyes. His Majesty initially thought that he should be granted the title of Tejin, but changed his name to Kaifu Yitong Sansi. It was really just because he invited himself to Anton. Protectorate?
Things are not that simple! But... my uncle was happy to stay in Yangzhou and pretended that he didn't want to get involved in Chang'an affairs. He completely forgot that a certain Emperor Yang was so dazzled there that he once again mobilized millions of troops to conquer Goguryeo and mobilized millions of migrant workers to dredge the rivers. This led Yang Xuangan to take the opportunity to rebel and station troops in Liyang. No one else needs to mention it, but the Minister of War Hu Sizheng participated in the uprising, which implicated him in being demoted as the chief registrar of Zhuyuan County in Jiaozhi County... How could he live a leisurely life in Yangzhou?
"Uh-oh!" Yang Shidao's exclamation interrupted Changsun Wuji's thoughts and looked at the fish mountain in front of him. A fish's eyes were staring at him...
... Changsun Wuji was so startled that he took two steps back. No more because Yuchi Gong was behind him, holding his arms and asked: "Auxiliary machine, are you frightened by the fish mountain in front of you?"
It's not that I have never seen bigger fish, but I have never seen so many big fish together. It was also neatly organized into a fish mountain...or a city wall to be more precise.
"Jingde, I didn't expect these fish to be so... big." Changsun Wuji said with some confusion. There are so many big fish in the north. Even if the fishing method is a bit primitive... Wait, he turned his head and looked not far away. Cheng Chuliang asked. "How deep is the lake in Xing'an?"
The depth and area of the lake will determine the number and size of fish caught.
"Wei Shidu has measured that the deepest point is five to six feet. The water area is extremely wide, and the rivers are crisscrossed. The soil is fertile. In addition, the water temperature is low due to the geographical location. The fish caught have tight and tender meat, which is far better than Elsewhere." Cheng Chuliang said fluently like an endorsement, with no trace of his admiration for Wei Gui in his tone.
Li Shimin watched Zhang Anan take off the head fish tied with a vermilion ribbon, put it on a tray and bring it over. He laughed dumbly and said: "Maogong has become more elegant now, and a piece of silk ribbon can be tied with flowers."
However, the size of the fish seems to be only average. It should be just for luck, as the turtle is used to doing all kinds of tricks.
"Your Majesty, this is the opening ceremony of the lake. Please read it." Cheng Chuliang took out the scroll from his sleeve, held it in front of Li Shimin with both hands, and said respectfully.
Li Shimin raised his eyebrows slightly, took the scroll and opened it to read, his eyes widened instantly... Ah, Tian Khan, above the middle sky; ah! The Khan of Heaven, the Emperor of Wuji; ah! Heavenly Khan protects all living beings and ensures eternal peace... What did someone see? The veins on his forehead were pulsing and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who wrote the sacrificial words?"
Shuzi! You haven't left on the crane yet, and you just wrote the sacrificial words like this. What does it mean?
"Your Majesty, the memorial speech was written by Mr. Yuan, saying that the people under the rule of the Anton Protectorate should feel your Majesty's grace like sunshine." Cheng Chuliang said in Spring and Autumn style, mainly because Prince Teng spoke eloquently for nearly an hour. , everyone else fell asleep except Aye. Everyone was shocked at that time! After listening to the old man retelling it for half an hour at night, I could only kneel down and admire it. The more important question is, how did the old man remember so many strange words?
Li Shimin: "..."
What Yuan Gong wrote is indeed superb. For the barbarians, this sacrificial speech is more powerful than artillery and has far-reaching influence.
As Li Shimin took away the first fish, Fang Qiao and other members of the Political Affairs Hall, except Changsun Wuji and Du Chuke, also left the Qujiangchi Pier and returned to their respective homes, preparing to attend the Wanchun Palace dinner with their papers.
Lingshi and Shulingshi from the Ministry of Civil Affairs were busy checking the items on the ship against the catalog list. The fish, delicacies and game that had been counted were loaded onto sampan boats and transported to the East Market, West Market or various places. Fish shop, fruit shop, pepper and bamboo shoot shop, restaurants and wine shops. Materials sent to Miyagi, Shaofu and the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Work are also checked in catalogues.
...Long before Li Shimin arrived at Qujiang Pool, six boats quietly entered the Furong Garden. Except for a limited number of people, no one knew what was loaded inside...
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"Xiao Shiwen invited himself to the Anton Protectorate?" Li Yuanying looked up at Li Shiji after reading the letter in his hand, his eyes full of ridicule, "General Manager Li, your poaching skills back then were quite superb~ "
The more familiar name to later generations is Xu Maogong in a certain novel. He is wearing a Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and looks like an immortal. He can be called the first person after Zhuge. The buddy who asked Luo Yong'e to write a petition for Wu Zhaoxiu is the grandson of the manager Li in front of him. He is just three years old now. I don't know if he can do it. The sound of the sound will cause the mountains to collapse, and the sound of the sound will cause the situation to change. It must be impossible to do it. To the drop.
Li Shiji picked up two pieces of baked pine cones with iron tongs, smashed out the pine nuts with a small hammer, and said nonchalantly: "I don't know what other people did back then, but I only know that there were many servants in the house and thousands of chestnuts." A certain family is no longer able to help more refugees."
The Xu family is just a wealthy family, and can barely be called the Xu family of the northern ancestor of Gaoping. They are neither those Longxi aristocratic families nor those Shandong noble families. Every time Emperor Yang conquered Goguryeo, he had to recruit various supplies and corvee... As long as there was a way to survive. , who would be willing to fall into a trap? However, from the perspective of income, X should be grateful to Emperor Yang, or he should also be grateful to X. After all, X killed his lifelong enemy Goguryeo, Lao Cheng killed Baekje, and together we pushed the territory to Sumo River. and Shiwei.
Next spring, we will go all the way north, to the vast sea, and even beyond. In short, wherever Wei Shidu goes to explore the mineral deposits, Datang's cavalry and artillery will guard the border!
"..." Li Yuanying slapped his mouth, exhaled, and sighed softly. "I haven't experienced those turbulent years, so I can't relate to them. But when I see the conditions of Beggars, Zhongxiang and others, I wonder if they are similar?"
From the end of the braid period to the period when the bald man stepped down, there were a lot of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. Tens of millions of people often had to flee famines and beg for food, living a life of displacement, lack of clothing and insufficient food. It is said that on a cold morning at a certain beach, sanitation workers cleaned up more than 300 bodies that had died of starvation and freezing at one time. In the vast world outside the city, whenever disasters such as floods, droughts, locusts, and epidemics occur, there will be a great famine, and more people will die. A certain trousers made a movie, and the reality is far more tragic than the movie. The "flood, drought, and locust soup" flood hit the Central Plains. People had no choice but to leave Tongguan west to become refugees. Along the way, countless people died of hunger, disease, and being crushed by trains and trampled.
Thinking of the scene in the movie, he sighed: "The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at Chang'an, I hesitate. I am sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt. When they prospered, the people suffered; when they perished, , the people suffer!”
Li Shiji: "..."
In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer? Prince Teng actually has such profound thoughts. It is so different from the rumors that I heard.
……Bar?
Yuan Tiangang's hand silently clenched the handle of the whisk in his hand, and his face maintained a facial paralysis pattern without any flaws, commonly known as the demeanor of a master: When we first saw him writing the inscription on the humble house, we all thought he would follow the path of a wise king. As a result, It's just that we think too much.
Zhang Guo looked at the flying snow outside the window. In the eyes of noble families and noble families, the snow was like the auspiciousness of heaven, with light snow and wind slanting; it lingered in the sky like mist, and the steps resembled flowers. The difference between the salt and the air can be estimated, but it is not like the catkins blowing up due to the wind. But in the eyes of the people, only the cold winter is unbearable, and they are eagerly looking forward to the return of spring. This is because the Tang Dynasty has reached its peak, and they no longer worry about lack of food and clothing.
... King Teng, the leader of the four demon kings in other people's mouths, is extravagant and spends countless money, but the things he does will make the people or soldiers live a better life. Compared with many people who open their mouths, the people are more valuable and the king is less important; they keep their mouths shut. The scholars or Gonggun princes who stand in the rain and watch the wind, praying for the people, are really more than a little bit good.
"My lord, you seem to have forgotten that Guangye Ze, Tengzhou and Hongze Lake are all undergoing large-scale construction projects." Xiao Ruoyuan looked at the glass mirror and straightened the black hair around his ears. There was too much wind and snow here and the temperature was too low, which affected a certain handsome man. King Teng said that his face will get older, but his demeanor will only become more aloof.
"That's wrong." Li Yuanying yawned and smiled casually. "There are thousands of palaces. What I remind you is that my brother is still a child. He must eat well and live well before he can grow into a jade tree facing the wind, graceful and graceful, as graceful as a startled dragon, and Hong Fei's complex things."
Besides, XX is not squandering money, but carrying out infrastructure construction. As a flower grower, how can he not engage in infrastructure construction? As the old saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first.
"Hongfei's conspiracy?" Wei Gui, who had just walked in, took off his crane cloak and handed it to Chuntao and asked curiously. "Prince Teng, what is the whole poem about?"
Li Yuanying rubbed his face to wake himself up. The snowflakes outside were as big as a mat, and the fire in the house was bright, which made people think of Maodong. Someone should have brought Snow Slave over, and murmured: "The firewood in the creek is soft and the felt is warm. The raccoon slave and I don't go out. It's the most beautiful thing." He said lazily: "Everywhere in life is the same, it should be like a flying dragon walking on the snow." Mud. Occasionally there are fingers and claws left on the mud, Hong Fei is counting things."
"Prince Teng, you are still a child." Yuan Tiangang let go of his hand dejectedly and put the whisk back into his sleeve to avoid having to replace it with a new handle... he persuaded softly. “It’s not suitable for writing too many mysterious poems or articles.”
Lest a bald man appear one day and say something very careless: Prince Teng and our Buddha are destined.
"It's just a matter of random probability. Mr. Yuan is not too cautious." Wei Gui sat on the low log couch, took the hot tea from Peony, and took a sip before saying. "We must have a direction, a goal, or a statement when doing things. In addition to migrating, birds and animals only fly or run for food, and their migration routes will change with climate changes. .”
The deviation of hundreds or even thousands of miles is not too rare. The location of the mineral deposits will also change, and the ground under your feet is not static. Of course, it is pure nonsense to say that there is any underworld or dragon veins.
Yuan Tiangang: "..."
Li Yuanying: "..."
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