There were many children at home, and even one fish was not enough to eat, so Zhang Yang strung earthworms on the fishhook and threw it into the river again.
Songtsan Gampo continued: "Does the county prince think that Tubo should borrow troops?"
Zhang Yang rubbed the stubble on his chin, "Well, there have been frequent civil strife in Tubo recently. This can be used to allow the Tubo people to accept the orders of Tian Khan to fight, and to give them military honors and military positions. This will increase the influence of the Tang Dynasty in Tubo. Pei Xingjian has a clever plan."
Songtsen Gampo said solemnly, "You are despicable!"
"Zanpu is worried that the Tibetan people only know that there is Khan Tian, but they don't know that there is Zanpu in Tibet?"
"I am in Chang'an City and I am not dead."
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said: "Then please ask Zanpu to write a warrant so that Tang Dynasty can use Tibetan soldiers and horses to destroy Tianzhu. As long as Tianzhu dies, it will be good for Tang Dynasty and Tubo."
"What good is Tibet?"
"Of course there are benefits. The Tibetan people who participated in the war can get the military merits of the Tang Dynasty, and they can also send Tibetan warriors to quell the chaos that often occurs in Tibet."
Cadre Songtsan said again: "I have a condition."
"Zamp, please speak."
"No Tubo boys under the age of fifteen are allowed to fight. There are not many Tubo people left."
"Well, I understand Zamp's concerns."
Songtsen Gampo stared at Zhang Yang, and after a long silence he said: "I will write a warrant and send it to Tibet to give it to Lu Dongzan."
"Good work."
After bidding farewell to Songtsen Gampo, we finally caught two more fish. The three fish were very plump and enough to feed the family.
Lishan lost money, so we should save money wherever we use it.
I have been penniless for a long time. I walked through the fields carrying a bamboo basket and passed the door of Li Xiaogong's house.
He was holding a bronze mirror and trying to look at the top of his head.
Zhang Yang also took a look, nodded and said: "Well, he is indeed a little bald."
Li Xiaogong put down the bronze mirror dejectedly and said sadly: "It happens sooner or later for everyone at this age."
"How about shaving them all and making them a little cleaner."
"No! I can't be a monk."
Zhang Yang patted his shoulder and expressed condolences for Li Xiaogong's hair.
Back on the top of the mountain, Zhang Yang handed the fish to his aunt and started working in the house.
Li Yue was still looking at the accounts sadly.
Zhang Yang saved a lot of bear hair at home, and Zhang Yang made a new dress from these bear hair and cotton cloth.
Put her daughter into this little bear outfit, with a hat on the back. The hat is a bear's head, with a black bead sewn on it to serve as a bear's nose.
The child was originally raised by a bear, but now he looks more like a bear.
The child became more lively with the new clothes. She liked this dress so much that she felt like she was the same kind as Xiong Da when she wore it.
I also need to write a reply to Pei Xuanji. He is in a very bad situation now and he is a little too anxious to encourage students.
As a result, people were scattered, some were bribed, and some were taken to prison.
Fortunately, Pei Xuanji still had some connections in Taiyuan that were temporarily taken in, and the remaining students from anti-aristocratic families were with him.
He finally accumulated some wealth and manpower, but this time he failed in Fan Yang and almost lost all his efforts.
In Pei Xuanji's words, he felt that lighting this stick was the determination of everyone to share the same hatred.
I never thought this person was so silly and sweet before. Do you think the unity of everyone is so simple?
Zhang Yang spread out the paper and thought for a long time about how to reply to the letter and how to share the same hatred and hatred without empathy.
The troublesome thing is that Zhang Yang feels that a good cause of overthrowing aristocratic families is about to become an emotional issue.
When Xiao Qingqing saw her father sitting in the study for a long time, she didn't dare to disturb him and put the tea aside.
Then she walked out of the room and came to her mother, "Mom, are you worried about the family's loss of money?"
Li Yue picked her up and put her on his knees, "Dad has a lot to worry about. It was even more when he lived in Chang'an City."
Xiao Qingqing pursed her lips and said firmly: "We should blow up Chang'an City."
The daughter has been thinking about the city of Chang'an in her heart. Li Yue stroked her bun. The daughter's hair is very thick and thick, which is what her husband did.
Taking care of her hair would be a troublesome thing in the future, so Li Yue thought that she could just use her husband's hair-cutting skills to thin it.
She has been thinking about bombing Chang'an City because of her father's decree that she would become the Queen's disciple when she was five years old.
Neither couple wanted their daughter's fate to be in royal hands.
Li Yue has been in the deep palace since she was a child. She knows that the palace is a cold prison. How can she educate a child who is far away from the fireworks of the world?
My daughter didn't like Chang'an City, and she was also afraid of Chang'an City, so she kept thinking about blowing up that city.
Li Yue whispered: "My parents will not let you enter the palace."
Xiao Qingqing nodded heavily and said, "Yes."
In the study, Zhang Yang was still writing a letter to Pei Xuanji. If he wanted to overthrow the aristocratic family, he would have to find the opposite of the aristocratic family.
Just shouting slogans is useless, and may also attract more people with speculative ideas.
Don't stay too far away from these most ordinary people, talk more about things close to them, and let Pei Xuanji focus more on the people at the lowest level.
As for the means of empathy...
Zhang Yang picked up the pen and thought for a moment, then continued writing... Let everyone tell the story of being suppressed and bullied by the family, regardless of their identity and origin, and tell their own experiences one by one.
Only in this way can we find empathy, and it will be much easier to deal with when we have a common enemy.
After finishing writing, Zhang Yang took a deep breath, looked over it carefully to make sure there was no problem, and then put it into the bamboo tube again.
Pour the burned wax oil into the gap in the lid of the bamboo tube and give it to the aunt to take back to the person who delivers the letter.
In the afternoon, after taking a short rest, I took my daughter to listen to the teacher's lecture.
The master seemed to be in a good mood today, and he was also beaming after seeing Xiao Qingqing.
Zhang Yang sat aside and listened to the teacher's lecture to his daughter.
Xiao Qingqing asked: "Is Master going to pass away?"
Zhang Gongjin nodded and said: "Well, now we can live one day at a time."
"Master, please don't pass away..."
She didn't understand life and death yet, but she just knew that her master would have one less person to teach her, so she could just say this aggrievedly.
Hearing this, Zhang Gongjin smiled kindly and said: "Master has lived for a long time. He has been wandering around and enjoying the good times in his life. He has no worries in this life."
"Master doesn't want to teach me."
Xiao Qingqing said unhappy.
"Hehehe..."
Zhang Gongjin stroked his beard and said: "When people see a mountain in the distance, they want to see what is behind the mountain. In fact, after climbing the mountain, they find that there is nothing special behind the mountain. This is a human life."
Xiao Qingqing still shook her head and whispered: "I don't understand."
Zhang Gongjin pointed to Lishan Mountain and said again: "Have you seen Lishan Mountain?"
"Saw."
"Yes, Lishan Mountain is right in front of you. When you walk forward and find a mountain blocking your way, it is a difficulty. You have to overcome difficulties again and again. The higher you climb the mountain, the more tired you will be. The same is true for difficulties in the future. When you grow up, you will know that the difficulties get harder every time, and sometimes you will fall off the mountain if you are not careful and have to start from the beginning."
Zhang Gongjin's words were very low and he explained patiently, "In the beginning, when you reach the middle of the mountain, you will be proud and arrogant. If you underestimate the steep mountain wall, you will fall, but you will not do it from the beginning. When I look back at my achievements, I keep climbing up, one step at a time, and never relax or give up.”
"If you can climb to the top of the mountain, you can see the scenery that people below the mountain can't see. But this scenery is nothing more than sunrise and sunset. To me, it is so simple, unchanged, boring and boring."
Xiao Qingqing looked at the master's face and gaze.
Zhang Gongjin sighed: "Your master, I have already climbed to the top of the mountain and seen the scenery on the top of the mountain. It's just that my master is sick. This disease has been tortured for many years. This body has been overwhelmed. Now I feel that living is very tiring."
"Why is living so tiring?" Xiao Qingqing asked again.
"Yes, why does living make you tired? But it is very tiring, so tiring that you can't breathe and can't close your eyes."
Seeing the confusion on his disciple's face, Zhang Gongjin took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the end of today's class. You can go back too."
"Yes." Xiao Qingqing rode on Xiong Da and invited the children in the village and her uncle Jin Wang and Aunt Gao Yang to play together.
Zhang Gongjin pushed the wheels of his wheelchair and arrived at the door of his house. He looked sideways at a group of children playing until he couldn't see them anymore when he stuck his head out, and then he looked back.
Zhang Yang was still sitting at the door, with his back against the wall and the back of his head against the wall, holding a weed in his hand, "Teacher, do you really think life is tiring?"
Zhang Gongjin nodded slightly, "Don't you feel tired?"
"Sometimes I don't understand why I live in this world."
"You are different from me, and you don't have to live like me. Now you still have choices, and you can choose. When the world is peaceful, you can do what you want. Back then, I had no choice. If you didn't surrender, you would Die, even if the person I am assisting dies, he will die."
Zhang Yang got up and left. There were still three huge workshops under construction in the village. The cast iron workshop was the largest. The roof had been laid and the frame was in place.
Zhang Yang stepped into it. There were two large stoves and six small stoves.
While walking, the craftsmen here said hello one after another.
Now everyone knows that the Xiao Zhang that Master Jiang called back then is the current County Marquis of Lishan.
The villagers in this village all respected Lishan very much. At first, the blacksmiths were wondering what kind of person this magistrate was, but now they feel that he is a very ordinary person after seeing him.
He was so ordinary that no one thought he was a county prince.
There is space left at the rear of the workshop, which will later be used to house the lathe.
The beams in the iron casting workshop are very high, and fine iron is even used as a load-bearing roof. They want to build a huge die-casting device.
The shelves on the side are filled with various molds.
There is a steam engine at the back. The second steam engine has not yet been built, so the big dark thing in front of you is considered a prototype.
There is still a separate room reserved for Master Jiang here.
Niu Chuang pointed to a bed in the room.
Zhang Yang smiled knowingly, "Master doesn't need to live here either."
Master Jiang raised his head and saw someone, and smiled: "This is our hard work, and someone must watch it."
Now Master Jiang usually just looks at the drawings and gives some technical guidance, and rarely goes to the stove in person.
Apart from being in charge of technology, he also worked as a janitor.
Drawn on each drawing is the primer device of the artillery.
The only thread tapping technology of the primer device is still in my own hands. Without this step, the primer device cannot be assembled.
You need to put a spring in the tapped hole, and then fix the two ends with threads to compact the spring.
Zhang Yang looked at the drawings and said, "Master Jiang, how do you like these drawings?"
The old master stroked his beard and smiled: "I don't know how you made it before. The size of this thing is very fine and it is not easy to polish. It still needs your lathe."
"Well, I will bring the drawings of the lathe in a few days. I will make various molds first. It will not be too late to start casting after the lathe is ready."
After looking at the construction status of the factory, it will not start until at least this summer.
It's already dusk, and I've been quite relaxed lately, but there's always a lot of things on my mind.
Li Yue was sitting at home, still mending clothes for her brothers and sisters. When her husband came back, she put down her sewing and asked, "Are you worried?"
"Um."
Lishan will become a huge resource throughput in the future, and it will require a huge amount of resources if it wants to develop.
My house has almost become a bear's den. As soon as I sit down, pandas crawl over me.
Zhang Yang picked up the panda and put its chin on his shoulder. "My family is already losing money, and raising these bears makes it even worse."
"Even if the family loses money, this is indispensable."
Li Yue put her feet on the other panda's back.
The two pandas at home, Xiong Er, Xiong Three, and Xiong Four, are not close to people, but these two pandas are very clingy.
This creature becomes very clingy after it matures.
The trade route and trade from Guanzhong to the Hexi Corridor are still controlled by Lishan.
Whoever controls the channels controls pricing power, which is an absolute advantage.
Zhang Yang also allowed his wife and Xiaohui to continue developing his career.
The temporary loss is due to the huge investment, and the loss will continue in the next few years. For Lishan now, if it doesn't lose much, it means it makes a profit.
Songtsen Gampo's warrant was sent to the Hexi Corridor, heading all the way towards Tubo.
At the end of the first storm season in the Western Regions, Liang Jianfang led 20,000 soldiers and horses along the Ili River and had just left the borders of the Western Turks.
The team marched, using the fruits here as food rations along the way. They walked for another half month, and finally entered the Persian territory in early May.
The wind started blowing again, and the dust stirred up was very annoying. It was not easy for the children of Guanzhong to trek all the way.
Liang Jianfang took a gulp of water, put away the water bag, took out a map and compass, and was trying to determine the direction.
The deputy general Zhang Shigui beside him was so fascinated by the wind and sand that he could not open his eyes. He said loudly: "Damn, this wind is really evil."
Everyone found a leeward place to avoid the wind and sand.
When the wind and sandstorm ended, the sand was buried up to the knees.
Zhang Shigui asked the soldiers of various ministries to organize their luggage.
Liang Jianfang struggled to climb up a high slope. He had just experienced a sandstorm and the sun was so fierce. The environment here was very uncomfortable.
He saw a group of camels moving slowly in the distance, about ten people.
Liang Jianfang didn't say anything. Experience told him to observe them first, lie down on the sandy slope and wait for the other party to get closer, only to find that the leader of the other party was carrying a large sword.
