"East China Sea, Penglai Immortal Lord, Zhao Ping."
Tian Fuhai said.
"He wrote the poems and brewed the acacia wine."
"Penglai Immortal Lord? Zhao Ping?"
Li Heran chewed on the name, frowned and said: "I don't say that I know all the poets in the world, but I know about seventy-eight of them. But why have I never heard of the name Penglai Immortal Lord?"
"I have never heard of Zhao Ping."
"Penglai Immortal Lord is an expert hermit who doesn't appear in the world easily."
Tian Fuhai laughed and said: "I met it by chance, and I only asked for a few jars of wine to hear such a poem."
"I sent people to look for him again, but there was no trace."
"He is truly a master of Xianyun Yehe!"
Li Heran sighed, quite disappointed.
However, he changed quickly. With good wine and excellent works, he quickly became immersed in it.
Peng Yue also sighed repeatedly.
I thought he was a talent from Donghai County.
The result turned out to be an idle cloud and a wild crane.
Even if he soared into the sky one day, he would have little to do with him as a county governor.
Still have a drink.
I only requested a few jars in total. After drinking this time, I’m afraid I’ll never taste it again.
Xu Tianhua, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and asked, "Brother Tian, how many jars of wine have you asked for in total? How about selling it to me?"
"I'll give you two thousand taels of silver for each jar."
"Not for sale."
Tian Fuhai refused without hesitation.
You yourself admit that this wine is better than the tribute wine you drank in the palace, but you only paid two thousand taels of silver. You are really stingy.
It would be weird to sell it to you.
"Three thousand taels."
"Not for sale."
"Five thousand taels."
Xu Tianhua was anxious, "Brother Tian, if you sell me a jar, I will be your guarantee and go to Tianxia Bank to borrow 500,000 taels of silver."
"Brother Xu, it's not that I don't want to sell it, but it's because I have difficulties."
Tian Fuhai frowned and sighed.
"What's the reason?"
"Zhao Xianjun is a hermit and has no official documents. He makes wine in violation of Dawei's laws. It's okay to drink it by yourself. If he sells it, someone will be interested..."
"Isn't it just an official document? I'll approve it."
Peng Yue said angrily: "And give him the right to brew ten thousand jars of wine a year."
hiss!
Tian Fuhai took a breath of air, but his heart was filled with joy.
Wan Tan!
Take a jar of one thousand taels from Zhao Ping and change hands for five thousand taels, making a net profit of four thousand taels.
Wan Tan, that’s 40 million taels.
The annual tax revenue of the Dawei Dynasty may not be this amount, right?
Tian Fuhai couldn't help but be moved.
The relationship with Zhao Ping must be maintained, and he has even made up his mind to betroth his daughter Tian Rou to Zhao Ping later.
Once he became his uncle, he could not escape from his grasp.
He also wanted to send his son to Yun'an County so that he could get closer to Zhao Ping.
At this time, a servant knocked on the door and reported, "Sir, it's bad, it's raining."
It's raining!
The three words exploded in Peng Yue's ears like thunder, causing him to stand up immediately.
"Everyone, it's the autumn harvest, but it's raining today. I'm afraid there may be a disaster. I have to attend to official business, so I'm sorry."
Peng Yue cupped his hands and strode out of the main hall.
Li Heran just sighed and said that the farmers would suffer again, and continued to drink.
He is no longer the Crown Prince and Tutor now, and he is powerless.
I can only drink to drown my sorrows.
Xu Tianhua didn't care whether it rained or not, so he asked Tian Fuhai to get him a drink now to avoid regretting it.
But he made up his mind and went back to Zhao Xianjun to ask for a seventh-grade wine tasting officer Dangdang.
With that official position, no matter how much wine he made, no one would dare to say anything wrong.
…
It also rained in Xiping Village.
The whole village was boiling.
"It's raining. Go to the fields to collect food."
They were all sounds like this, one after another, one louder than the other.
It's raining?
Zhao Ping was also surprised.
In his previous life, he had seen a piece of news. When he was harvesting wheat, it rained heavily.
The harvester was intercepted by a highway toll station, causing millions of acres of wheat to be soaked in water, and the whole country cursed.
These are all the blood and sweat of the common people who face the loess and back to the sky.
What about now?
Without large harvesters, the autumn harvest is all done manually.
From harvesting to drying and finally shelling, it takes more than a month.
Autumn rains are of the continuous type and will definitely reduce production.
If you can't pay the taxes then, it will be another big problem.
Zhao Ping's family does not farm, so whether it rains or not has nothing to do with him.
But as a modern man, how could Zhao Ping watch farmers lose their harvest?
Although there is no ability to save the world and the people, it is still feasible to lend a helping hand.
Zhao Ping lost his sleep and got up to get dressed.
When they came outside, Xia Quan and the others were already up.
Zhao Ping wanted to say something, but he didn't have the nerve to open his mouth.
Zhao Ping understood and smiled bitterly, "Quanzi, Brother Meng, although you are all my slaves, I will never restrict your freedom."
"It's raining now. Let's go home and harvest crops."
"no."
Xia Quan hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "Let's go. What if Ma Jiu takes this opportunity to trouble you?"
"It can't be such a coincidence."
Zhao Ping said with a smile: "Besides, I have to help harvest the crops. If he comes, he will only be in vain."
"Get to work quickly."
"Qian Liu, your injury hasn't healed yet, so you stay here to look after the family."
"Yun Man, let's go to Li Hu's house together to help Fourth Aunt harvest the crops."
Hearing this, Xia Quan and others did not hesitate any longer, and returned to Xia Village with Xia Yang and others.
Zhao Ping took a sickle and other tools and led people to Li Hu's house, but he missed everything.
Fourth Aunt and Uncle Li both went to the fields.
Li Hu was so confused that he didn't know where his own land was.
Fortunately, Yun Man knew, and the three of them hurried to Li Hu's house.
Sure enough, they were all in the field.
The fourth aunt is busy harvesting.
Uncle Li loaded the cut crops onto the donkey cart.
Zhao Ping didn't waste any time, waving his sickle and started cutting the rice.
When the fourth aunt and Li Shou saw this, they kept saying New Year greetings and were extremely grateful.
Yunman had no tools and could only help load rice seedlings onto the donkey cart.
Only Li Hu stood there stupidly, at a loss what to do.
Li Shou and his fourth aunt couldn't help but sigh.
My son is really a fool.
They don’t even know how to harvest crops when it rains.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Li Shou couldn't help scolding: "Huzi, you also help with the work."
"What do I do?"
Li Hu asked back: "There are only two sickles, and my mother and Brother Heping have already used them."
"The rice vines they cut are not enough for you and Aman to load the truck. I have no work to do."
Li Shou became even more angry when he heard this, "The Zhao family boy is in charge of your food, and he is harvesting for our family. Can't you do it yourself and let him rest?"
"How tired can a grown man be from cutting a little crops?"
Li Hu retorted again.
"Brother Ping has always said that capable people work harder. He is a very capable person and should have done more."
Li Shou almost vomited blood after hearing this.
Even Zhao Ping couldn't stand listening.
But it also reminded him of a saying. The reason why a fool is regarded as a fool is because his intelligence is not understood by others.
Li Hu seems to be like this.
He made all kinds of ridiculous excuses not to work.
Zhao Ping did not argue with a fool and continued to work hard.
Until dawn, the rice harvest in one field was not finished.
Zhao Ping had to lament that it was too slow to collect food simply by relying on manpower.
But Zhao Ping had only seen such things as harvesters, and it was impossible to tinker with them.
As for those parts, it is impossible to make them under the current conditions.
"Ah sneeze!"
A gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Ping couldn't help sneezing.
This reminded him of something terrible.
In ancient times, there were no ponchos, let alone umbrellas.
On rainy days, rich people buy oil-paper umbrellas, while poor people often use coir raincoats, or simply wear bamboo hats.
The original owner was a second-rate man who didn't do farming and didn't even have a coir raincoat at home.
I wore a hat when I went out.
You have to bend down to cut rice, and your clothes get wet quickly from the rain.
Now I am blown by the wind and sneeze, which is a precursor to a cold.
Even if you are wearing a hat, you will definitely get soaked in the rain if you stay in the rain for such a long time.
If you catch a cold, it's a village-by-village thing.
It is no exaggeration to say it is a plague.
In ancient times, there were many examples of deadly wind chills.
The medical conditions in the Dawei Dynasty were even more backward, and it was even more difficult to cure them.
Besides, it’s often ordinary people who come out to collect food when it rains. Who has the spare money to see a doctor?
Even if you are really sick, you have to carry it.
Zhao Ping did not dare to delay any longer and said to Li Shou: "Uncle Li, I have to go to the mountain to dig medicinal materials. I can no longer help you harvest rice."
"It's okay, go and do your work."
Li Shou said with a smile.
Zhao Ping also told Li Shou not to rush to harvest when it was raining. It would not be too late to harvest after the rain stopped.
But Li Shou wouldn't listen and kept busy.
The common people have worked hard for more than half a year, isn't it just for the harvest of this period?
Not to mention rain, even a knife can't stop them.
Zhao Ping shook his head, quite helpless.
It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married, and Zhao Ping can't stop it.
We can only do our best to prevent the outbreak of the plague afterwards.
He had just traveled through time, and Zhao Ping didn't want to have to travel again because of a plague.
Yun Man was Zhao Ping's apprentice, so he was naturally taken away by him.
Li Hu, on the other hand, also followed stupidly.
Zhao Ping was not polite. With one more person, he could transport more medicinal materials home to avoid running out of medicine in the future.
The three of them returned home first and changed into clean clothes. Zhao Ping asked Wen Hui, Liu Mengru and Qian Liu to make coir raincoats while he started to boil medicine.
There is no cold medicine at the moment, so I have to prepare it myself.
Fortunately, Zhao Ping bought a lot of medicinal materials from Lin Hua before, some of which were specially used to treat colds.
Colds caused by rain or cold are colds caused by wind and cold.
For prevention, you should use Yupingfeng Powder, whose main ingredients are Astragalus, Atractylodes, and Fangfeng.
Zhao Ping used them to make decoction.
The three of them all drank a bowl and immediately felt much refreshed.
At this time, Wen Hui and others also made a simple coir raincoat, which was tied with thatch and wrapped around the body. It was ventilated everywhere, but it was better than nothing.
At the same time, in a house with blue bricks and black tiles in Yun'an County, a man with a pockmarked face stretched out a hand to catch the falling raindrops.
That hand only had four fingers.
He is Ma Jiu.
The corners of his mouth curved into a cold expression.
Whispered: "The opportunity has come!"
"Everyone, get ready, let's kill someone on a rainy night!"
