Luoyang.
Now it is located in the center of the world.
When Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty visited Luoyang, he hated the lack of flowers and trees in winter, so he ordered people to cut silk and satin and attach them to dead trees. This cost countless people's money and money, resulting in people's deprivation, lack of food, and numerous deaths and injuries.
After Li Yuan conquered Luoyang, his first order was to destroy Qianyuan Hall, Yingtian Gate and other luxurious buildings to relieve the grievances of the people.
Of course, the damage was only temporary. When Li Shimin succeeded to the throne, he ordered people to repair it secretly and rename it Luoyang Palace.
Because in Li Shimin's opinion, it would be a pity to destroy and abandon such a majestic palace.
Li Shimin and Li Yunxiao wandered on the streets, admiring the scenery, various rare treasures, fine wine and delicacies.
He did not bring any guards with him, and he was not ordered to notify the counties.
The consequences of Emperor Sui Yang's exploitation of the world were already obvious, and he, Li Shimin, would not follow suit.
"Brother Yunxiao, what have you been drawing these days?"
During these days of traveling, Li Shimin saw that the people were really living well, everyone had enough to eat, and he didn't even see beggars, and his mood gradually improved.
Although all of this is inseparable from the arrangements made by Li Shimin and the ministers of the DPRK, the food issue has a lot to do with Li Yunxiao.
People depend on food. Li Shimin is now very glad that he can appreciate Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, otherwise they would not have brought back this lucky general Li Yunxiao.
But since the two of them have been together, he would always see Li Yunxiao taking out drawings and drawing something while eating and drinking, which aroused his curiosity.
Li Yunxiao replied with a steamed bun in his mouth: "Good stuff."
"Good stuff? Huh? You writing brush..."
"This is not a brush, it's a pencil I made myself."
"Pencil? Give it to me...let me see it."
Li Yunxiao took out another one from his arms and handed it over.
Li Shimin wrote a few words randomly on the drawing paper, but found that they were a little awkward and not as smooth as a brush.
But the advantage is that he can write directly since he sees that Li Yunxiao never brings ink.
In order to study this thing, Li Yunxiao did countless experiments, and finally found out that graphite and clay were used in proportion, then mixed these materials, and extruded lead cores of a certain size through a machine.
After that, the prepared lead core is heated, and finally the lead core is soaked in oil.
After being here for eleven years, he felt a little uncomfortable when he first used a pencil, but he soon got over it.
Li Shimin looked at the pencil, wondering what he was thinking.
"By the way, what are you drawing now?"
"Plough and bicycle."
"Plough...bicycle..."
"Well, riding a plow makes planting more convenient for ordinary people. A bicycle is like a horse that doesn't need to be fed. But when people are tired, it's just for exercise."
Li Shimin smiled and patted Li Yunxiao on the shoulder: "I can see that Brother Yunxiao is really dedicated to the people."
Li Yunxiao was slightly startled: "You want money, you think it's free."
Li Shimin smiled awkwardly and wanted to have sex for nothing, but he didn't get it...
When you come to Luoyang, you cannot avoid going to Luoyang Palace.
Li Shimin couldn't help but think of his father. He still couldn't see the prosperity of the people with his own eyes. He, Li Shimin, won this round, but it was not a happy victory.
Four months passed quickly.
A few months after leaving, Li Shimin settled directly in Luoyang, leaving Chang'an to his children. He believed that those people would understand what he said before leaving to take care of my "children."
After settling here, some memorials were naturally transported to Luoyang for him to review.
Li Yunxiao felt a little dizzy the first time he saw it. He knew what Xuefu Wuchuan meant, but this was the first time he had seen Zhenfu Wuchue.
This emperor is really a bitch. Reviewing memorials takes up a lot of time in a day. He also has to scheming and scheming. It's strange that he lives a long time!
Just when the two of them checked into Luoyang Palace.
A mother and daughter also came to Luoyang, Wu Zhao and Yang.
The two originally wanted to go directly to Chang'an and seek refuge with the owner of the folding fan, Li Chunfeng.
But in the process, I felt that if Wu Zhao killed someone, there would be pursuers. The Wu family would immediately report to the court, and Chang'an would no longer be safe, and Li Chunfeng would be implicated.
After thinking about it, Yang exchanged some of his remaining gold and silver jewelry for the money, and spent several months intermittently coming to Luoyang, the place where Yang's dream began.
"Wu'er, don't run around later. Mom went to find a place to stay and will come back to you."
In an inn, Wu Zhao looked at the bustling traffic on the busy street, indulged in all kinds of shouts, and nodded casually.
Yang smiled helplessly, touched her head, stood up and left.
Wu Zhao glanced at the candy man selling candy on the street, and her throat couldn't help but roll. She had never seen these scenes in the dilapidated house of the Wu family since she was a child, and she had never eaten candy man'er.
Now she wants to buy it, but the money is in Yang's hands, so she can only look at it.
But suddenly, he saw a temple not far away. Wu Zhao showed a bright look in his eyes and sneaked in quietly.
After Wu Zhao entered, he first bowed to the Buddha statue.
Then he took out a bracelet from his arms, threw it into the merit box with some reluctance, and then used his inner strength to take out five cents from the merit box.
"We consider it a fair deal and it's even~"
With that said, Wu Zhao was about to turn around and leave.
And the next moment!
Snapped!
The door was suddenly closed, and a group of monks holding wooden sticks appeared around.
"Whose child are you? How brave are you to steal my Buddha's incense money?!"
There was an ear-splitting sound, and a fat old monk walked out with a big belly and Buddha beads in his hands.
"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't steal it! My bracelet is definitely worth more than five cents!" Wu Zhao said it bluntly without any timidity.
The fat monk is the abbot here, and his name is Jingkong.
He suddenly opened the merit box with a smile and handed it to Wu Zhao.
Wu Zhao was suddenly stunned. In the merit box, except for the copper coins, her bracelet was missing!
"You...impossible, where is my bracelet? I obviously threw it in!"
"Oh? You just threw it in as you said? Did anyone see it?"
Wu Zhao shook his head.
"That's alright. The poor monk sees that your six roots are impure, and he intends to insult our Buddha and steal incense. He will be punished for several crimes. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this temple today!"
"You're talking nonsense! I didn't steal anything. I'll give you the money back if it's a big deal. I don't want the bracelet anymore!"
Wu Zhao knew he was in trouble, so he threw down the five cents, turned around and opened the door to leave.
Uh-huh!
Jingkong dodged and stopped in front of Wu Zhao.
"If you kill someone, is it useful to apologize? If you throw the water away, can you take it back? Now that you have done this, do you think it is over after you repay it!?"
"Then what do you want?" Wu Zhao put on a posture, with a flash of ice in his eyes.
The other party's speed is higher than hers, she is just a big star, the other party is probably a heavenly one!
Jingkong chuckled and came to Wu Zhao and sniffed: "Of course you will be punished by us!"
