After the meal, the teacher and Li Shanling both wanted to drink tea. Xiao Wu struggled to carry a kettle, put the kettle filled with water on the stove, and then went to work on the questions.
Planning the Turkic pasture should not be done quickly, but should be planned slowly. If Li Tai knew how powerful it was, he should not be in a hurry, but wait for the Turks to come to the door on their own.
This year's milk powder production is very small, and most of the cattle, sheep, and horses are very thin. The little Khan on the grassland encountered a not very good year when he first came to power. If Ashnadur had not been sent to the Western Regions, the little Khan Khan will be more anxious.
When her husband turned his attention to Turks again, Li Yue knew that his family was going to get rich again.
After taking a sip of tea, Li Yue sat under the eaves, took off her straw sandals and put her feet on the bear's back, calming her mind and reading.
The hostess's feet were on her back, and the little bear didn't dare to resist, so he simply lay down where he was and slept.
In the palace, Li Shimin was walking on a wasteland outside Xuanwu Gate, where the Taiye Pool was originally to be built. Because of the advice of Wei Zheng and Zhang Yang, many officials in the court also came to give advice.
The plan to build Taiye Pool had to be shelved.
While walking to relax, Li Shimin also listened to Li Junxian's report.
"Has the iron pestle moved?" Li Shimin asked.
"It hasn't moved yet."
Shaking his head again, Li Shimin had a smile on his face, "No one would believe this kind of thing if he told it. Why would he think so?"
Li Junxian said again, "Last year, General Mo arranged for people to go to Qinling Mountains to inquire. I have never heard of such a hermit in Qinling Mountains, and no one has seen Zhang Yang."
"really?"
"Perhaps we have found some experienced hunters deep in the mountains to investigate."
It is impossible for a person to live in the world without traces. Zhang Yang himself said that the master passed down the Qinling Mountains.
It is not easy to find an expert hermit in the Qinling Mountains, and it is also difficult for a person to completely erase the traces of his past.
If such a master really didn't exist, where did Zhang Yang's skills come from?
Skills are often related to the environment a person is in and the people he comes into contact with.
Why would Zhang Yang lie about this kind of thing?
Li Shimin nodded and said: "Continue to investigate, don't tell anyone about this matter, and keep it secret during the investigation."
"Here."
The scorching day has passed, and at night there are many people enjoying the cool breeze blowing in the night breeze on the side of Zhuque Street.
Yuan Tiangang sat in the Qintian Prison for a whole day. There was a huge sand table in front of him. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the iron pestle under the iron ball. There seemed to be signs of movement.
It wasn't obvious if you looked carefully. Maybe he didn't notice it at first. Yuan Tiangang sat down again and closed his eyes with peace of mind.
Early in the morning, Yin hour.
Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes again, looked at the sand table, and saw a clearly visible scratch on the sand table. The mark was only half an inch. This half inch left a clear trace on the sand table, and the iron pestle moved its position.
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When it was fully lit, Li Shimin woke up early and practiced Tai Chi in front of the Li Zheng Hall.
Tai Chi's boxing techniques may seem slow, but in fact each move has a profound meaning. Between pushing and dragging, Li Shimin stepped forward and performed another move.
Every time he practices Tai Chi, Li Shimin can feel that his mind is much clearer.
The guard hurriedly came to report, "Your Majesty, there is something going on in Qintian Prison."
Li Shimin stopped when he heard this and said, "Speak."
"Here!" the guard bowed and replied, "The iron pestle has moved, and the tricks on the three sand tables are almost the same."
"Really no one goes?"
"The general stayed outside Qintian Prison all night. No one went in. In order to prevent accidents, the doors and windows were tightly closed and no one touched them."
Li Shimin asked again: "Did Zhang Yang do anything?"
The guard replied again: "Zhang Yang has touched the first sand table, but Zhang Yang has never seen the other two sand tables, so he probably has no chance to do anything with it."
A smile appeared on Li Shimin's lips, "Is it true as this kid said? Could it be that the ground under your feet really moves?"
It was during the morning court that Zhang Yang and a group of officials walked into the Zhuque Gate. They were stopped by Yuan Tiangang before they could take a few steps.
Seeing the Taoist priest's beard and hair disheveled, Zhang Yang blinked and asked, "Are you crazy so early in the morning?"
Yuan Tiangang pointed in the direction of Qintian Prison, "The iron pestle moved, and the three sand tables moved. How can a poor Taoist not go crazy?"
Zhang Yang looked at the sky and saw the officials who were about to go to court one by one. He said, "Then you go crazy. I have to go to court in the morning. I'm very busy."
Just as he was about to leave, he was grabbed by Yuan Tiangang's arm. Zhang Yang stopped and looked at him, "Master Yuan, don't delay the official's morning meeting. If I'm late, how about you compensate me for my salary? I've been fined for five years." I still haven’t found anything yet.”
Yuan Tiangang said, "Why does it move? How does it move?"
Zhang Yang folded his hands and said, "Maybe it's just an accident. It just doesn't prove anything on the first day. Maybe it won't move in the next few days."
"Yeah?"
Yuan Tiangang asked with self-doubt.
Zhang Yang advised: "You should calm down and observe for two more days, or arrange a few more places, such as other places in the Central Plains, Lingnan or Youzhou, maybe you will get something unexpected."
"That's right, that's right." Yuan Tiangang muttered in a low voice and walked away step by step.
Zhang Yang continued to walk quickly towards Tai Chi Hall.
"If this continues, Taoist Yuan will go crazy."
Xu Jingzong's words came from behind him. Zhang Yang paused for a moment, thought for a moment and continued walking forward.
Xu Jingzong continued, "This kind of thing sounds really unbelievable and makes people feel creepy."
"When we accept this kind of thing, it's actually not surprising."
After walking into the Tai Chi Hall and standing in his place, the chatter in the Tai Chi Hall stopped and the morning court officially began.
He has been fined five years' salary, which is the price for getting another two thousand acres of land in Lishan.
With the thought of not wanting to be fined again, I just checked in every morning and just stood up to catch up on my sleep.
As the days passed, Yuan Tiangang was still observing the sand table. The old Taoist priest's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to draw a circle on the sand table with the iron pestle in front of him.
In order to prove whether it was a problem with the terrain of the Qintian Prison, Yuan Tiangang also conducted similar experiments in other places in Chang'an City. The results were the same, and the iron pestle was moving.
The eyes cannot see short-term changes, but they become more obvious over time.
Li Chunfeng walked into Qintian Prison and preached, "Maybe Zhang Yang is right."
Yuan Tiangang asked loudly, "Where to start?"
Li Chunfeng added: "I personally went to see the soldiers and horses coming from a distance on the plains holding flags. I stood there and looked at them. I did see the flags first, and then the soldiers and horses. I also asked people who have experience in going to sea. , and the answer was the same.”
Yuan Tiangang laughed maniacally, "Are we living on a ball?"
Li Chunfeng added, "There are many masters in this world who have their own views on the world. The same is true for hundreds of schools of thought. Why should Master Yuan be rigid about this matter?"
Yuan Tiangang sat down tiredly, "What I have learned in my life is not as good as that of a young man in his early twenties. People ask themselves, what has this poor man learned in his life?"
There was another thunderstorm in the summer evening, and there was lightning and thunder over Chang'an City.
Yuan Tiangang asked Taoists to build sandboxes everywhere just to prove that people live on a spinning ball.
The Buddhists naturally knew about the commotion caused by the Taoist priests.
Heavy rain fell on the city of Chang'an, and another bolt of lightning flashed in the sky covered with dark clouds.
In Shengguang Temple, several monks had just dispersed. Popo listened to what the people behind him said, "Master Changsun, do you think we live on a spinning ball?"
Changsun Chong shook his head, "I don't believe it."
Popo recited the Buddha's name, "Since this is the case, if we are really on a spinning ball, how can we stand on this ball."
There was another rumble of thunder.
The rain was hitting the roof, and in front of me was a curtain of water formed by the rainwater flowing down from the eaves.
Changsun Chong looked at the gloomy sky, "But the iron pestle is really moving, just like Zhang Yang said, it is moving every moment, and the movements are almost the same every day. It follows a trajectory without manpower to pull it. I can keep moving slowly in the sand table, and it will really never stop. Isn't this a miracle?"
Popo bowed and said, "Master Changsun thought it was a miracle, so he came to the temple to seek answers?"
"What do you think?"
"There are many wise people in this world. The poor monk has heard some wise men's stories about the world. In the past, the poor monk also felt that Zhang Yang was a wise person."
Changsun Chong nodded, "This man became the Minister of Rites at a young age, and he took great credit for it. Many young talents in Chang'an City lamented in pain."
"There is jealousy in Mr. Changsun's words."
"Even if I'm jealous, I can't create such a miracle that the iron pestle will move on the sand table forever."
Popo whispered: "Master Changsun is wrong."
"Where is wrong?"
"What is moving is not the iron pestle, but the sand table. What is really shaking is the heart of Master Changsun."
"Father often said to hide one's strength and bide one's time. When facing Zhang Yang, he suffered losses several times. Zhang Yang is a sharp person. He has experienced His Majesty's experience in the past two years. He has read a lot of books. It is rumored in the East Palace that he and the princess have read all over the Chongwen Museum. , thousands of volumes of books.”
Bopo recited the Buddha's name again, and stepped forward step by step to reach Changsun Chong. His old steps stopped, and his cloudy eyes looked at the rain falling from the sky, "Those who love to learn always have wisdom that ordinary people cannot match."
"It is said that you are a very wise and eminent monk, and I am here to ask you to clarify my doubts."
Bo Po straightened his monk's robe, "The fate of this world is always unclear. I thought that the poor monk would never have any interaction with Zhang Yang in this life. Some people are so wise that they are almost like monsters, and some people have wisdom but are unable to do so." Not for the common people, only for my own benefit."
Changsun Wuji whispered: "Isn't that a selfish villain?"
Bopo recited the Buddha's name again and said no more.
Another half month later, there have been frequent thunderstorms in Guanzhong recently. So much rain during the summer harvest is not a good thing for the grain harvest.
During the season when Guanzhong is fighting for rain and is about to flood, all the grain must be harvested.
If it is soaked in water for a long time, the food planted in the ground will spoil.
After the summer harvest, in the calm Chang'an City, Zhang Yang sat in Qujiang Pool and listened to Li Tai's story, "The Turks are getting more and more anxious. Are we really not doing anything? Are we really not buying those milk powders?"
"Buy it, of course I have to buy it."
"Then what are you..."
Zhang Yang drank tea and said, "The Turks can't take care of the grassland well. Why don't they sell it to us and let us take care of it, so that they can make better use of the grassland. The Turks can not only gain a huge fortune, but also continue to create things for us." Milk powder makes money, which is a good thing for them."
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Seeing this, Li Tai finally knew the true purpose of his brother-in-law. He thought about it again and became worried, "How much money will it cost to buy the Turkic pasture?"
"We need a lot of money. We need to start saving money. We can start buying from small pastures."
"Are the Turks willing to sell it?"
"I thought they might not agree before, but now Ashinadur has taken the men from Tiele's army on the grassland to the Western Regions. The little khan on the grassland is not a person who can make decisions."
"You said that we are supporting such a lackadaisical person, and he has no reliable people in his hands. His uncle and the backbone of the family, Ashinadur, has left the grassland. Does His Highness, King Wei, think there is a good chance?"
After the words fell, Li Tai's eyes flashed with excitement. It was indeed a great opportunity.
The brother-in-law and brother-in-law were plotting when they saw Cheng Chumo coming with a guy.
Zhang Yang greeted: "Chu Mo, what are your arrangements?"
Cheng Chumo threw the man to the ground and shouted, "Speak! What are you preaching in Chang'an City?"
The man fell to the ground and saw the fist in Cheng Chumo's hand. He trembled and said, "Zhang Yang, the Minister of Rites, is a monster."
"Monster?" Li Tai also raised his eyebrows angrily after hearing this, "I would like to see who dares to spread rumors like this."
Cheng Chu said silently, "There was news two days ago, so I asked the people in charge to investigate and found this boy."
Li Tai also raised his foot and kicked the man in the abdomen, and asked in a cold voice: "Who dares to say that my brother-in-law is a monster?"
The man was trembling and crawling back. It seemed that he had been beaten severely. His nosebleeds and tears were mixed together, and his whole face was unsightly.
"It's none of the villain's business. It was the monk from Shengguang Temple who asked us to go out and deliver the message. The villain just collected money to do things." After explaining, he knelt on the ground and slapped himself repeatedly. "The villain knows that we were wrong."
There is a big gang in Chang'an City. Now few people know who the leader of this gang is. The whole gang only deals with bad people and helps good people.
But bad guys who offend this gang often don't end well.
Ordinary people naturally dare not offend.
"Where is Shengguang Temple?" Zhang Yang asked confused.
"There is an eminent monk in that temple named Popo." Li Tai replied.
