Bring The System To Datang

Chapter 252 Lamei is reluctant to bloom in spring (sixth)

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Throwing mud and noodles into the cold house, the noise is overwhelming. The customer fetches light tea and apologizes that he has no time.

Hearing the words, looking at the river sand, a thousand strokes are crushed. Plum blossoms are especially prosperous in the evening, and the city is full of fragrance.

A few people looked at the palace and turned around. They learned that the people with the ten surnames of the Western Turks had finally left, and the Queen proposed to go back. When they were exhausted, they wanted to rest.

Chang’an ordered Pei Yaoqing to stop, he just got the news from Qianniuwei.

Convene the people in the yamen for a short meeting. Everyone dispersed and asked someone to help propagate it.

Chang’an is part of the Loess Plateau, and there is no shortage of sediment, especially the clay of pottery.

The people who got the news first ran out of the city to dig the mud. When there were more people, it was much more convenient to dig up the frozen soil and then take the mud.

There were also people scouring the sand by the river, using a sieve to sieve it.

They want ordinary pottery, and selling clay that they don’t want is the same thing.

The ratio of sand to mud, and to what extent, have been told.

When the city gate was closed in dark, some people had brought back a lot of mud, boiled some hot water, and kneaded and rolled it overnight.

When Pei Yaoqing went home at night, there were still drunk crabs, but when he ate, he felt extremely ashamed.

As I said yesterday, no one can help a large number of people find jobs in this season.

Your Majesty hurried to Li Yizhuangzi after the meeting was opened this morning, and news came in the afternoon.

It’s very simple. Everyone plays mud together, and then exchanges the mud for pottery or money.

There are pottery, and there are more utensils in the house, so there is no need to buy them.

It is naturally more convenient to ask for money.

But after all, pottery is better, and the money you make can’t buy those pottery.

“Eating good food, but not being able to help the people think of a good way, is really embarrassing.”

Pei Yaoqing criticized herself, and then started to eat.

Pei Yaoqing wants to open it, what do I compare with Li Yi? Did the three prime ministers say they didn’t make a difference yesterday?

Tomorrow, see what the prime ministers say? It is estimated that they are thick-skinned and have forgotten many things.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, the second day of the formal work day, his Majesty did not come back in the morning, and the three prime ministers got used to it.

“I heard that many people went out of the city to dig mud yesterday afternoon.” Yao Chong spoke first after dealing with some important matters.

“To make clay bodies for pottery, Li Yi collects them, you can exchange money, and you can also get fired pottery.

Pei Yaoqing has asked people to go to the nearby kiln to post a message and ask them if they want it. The price is fixed. ”

Zhang said that he despised Yao Chong, do you still ask if you don’t know?

Didn’t you find someone to learn more about it when you went home last night?

“Actually a certain thought about it yesterday, but unfortunately there is no kiln at home.” Yao Chong said with a righteous expression.

Lu Huaishen put down the tea cup, didn’t want to drink it anymore, wanted to vomit.

“Two, let’s go and see, is it a good idea? It’s all about letting the people talk.” Yao Chong wanted to go out for a stroll.

Just after the new year, apart from the issue of ten surnames in the Western Turks, there were no other major events.

The Western Turks couldn’t stay idle in Honghe Temple, so they went to Li Yizhuangzi to change things.

People from Hongshe Temple said that after changing things in the past, they secretly said that Li Yi was stupid.

Oh my! How can there be such an idea?

You are dealing with interests and feel that Li Yi is stupid. This can only explain one problem. You have been miserably cheated.

You sell him a sheep, and he takes out the mutton oil to make candles. Those candles can at least replace your two sheep.

Other mutton, sheepskin, and sheep were sold to Li Yi.

Zhang said to think about what he should deal with, it was almost done, and nodded.

“Well, go to Chongxianfang, there is the West Market, there are many poor people.” Lu Huaishen expressed support.

He actually wanted to see the progress of the own family’s project today.

In winter, when other people don’t build houses, many people are onlookers in their own homes.

The three went out and shared a carriage.

Yao Chong and Lu Huaishen didn’t get out of the car, so they took the car that Zhang said.

“Don’t you think that the horses in my cart don’t have to eat?” Zhang said, complaining.

The other two people didn’t say anything. They just sat anyway. Does your horse eat or not have something to do with me?

The carriage came out of Anfumen on the west side of the imperial city, and first passed by Pingzhengfang, and then further south was the Buzhengfang of Wei Zhigu’s family.

At the door of Wei Zhigu’s house, the car stopped deliberately, and the smell of lamb soup floated out.

“He is eating lamb, he has money.” Yao Chong said with a smile.

“I’m in a bad mood, I’m sick, so I want to make it up.” Lu Huaishen squeezed Yao Chong to say that you were all hurt by Yao Chong.

“Don’t be afraid, Li Yi is here.” Yao Chong said something that was self-comforting.

The car continued to go south until it reached Chongxian Square.

The plum blossoms that were planted in the market hadn’t been completely exhausted, and she was still proud of Xue Lingshuang.

“It will be gone in a few days.” Zhang said, looking at the plum blossom sticks in the square.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s gone. It’s nothing but mud and dust, but the fragrance remains the same.”

Yao Chong said, after he was upset, isn’t this a poem written by Li Yi for Pingkangfang?

When I arrived at Lu Huaishen’s house, there were indeed many people watching.

The three of them got off the bus and everyone saluted. They knew Lu Huaishen and lived here.

Lu Huaishen took a bag of tea from the car that Zhang said, and Li Longji took it from Li Yi for the welfare of the prime ministers.

Zhang said: “…”

“I’m not much anymore,” he said.

“There will be new tea soon after the beginning of the spring. I will take you to the neighbor’s house. His house can’t afford good tea.”

Lu Huaishen walked around and knocked on the door to enter.

There was a crackling sound, and an old man and an old lady were playing in the mud with a family of seven.

Seven people live in two rooms, the old couple and the second son live in one, and the eldest son, daughter-in-law, and two children live in one.

The seven people are busy in division of labor, kneading mud, throwing mud, mixing with sand, and rolling with a rolling pin to make the mud and sand mix better.

“Old Wu, can this new method work?” Lu Huaishen asked as soon as he came in.

“It’s been a great help. Old Lu, you greet people to sit down. There is boiling water and some old tea.” The old man greeted Lu Huaishen casually.

“I brought you tea. Your Majesty gave it to you. Drink some, and you will keep the rest.” Lu Huaishen said as she went to get something and pour water to make tea by herself.

Zhang said and Yao Chong sat next to the couch and didn’t dislike it at all.

Lu Huaishen makes three bowls of tea, all of which have gaps.

“Lao Wu, do you want to change the money or the pottery?” Lu Huaishen asked while waiting for the tea to boil.

“There are many people in the family, some for money, and some for pottery. Pei Ming Mansion is indeed a good magistrate and can always find work for us.”

When the old man was kneading there, he noticed that there was a bit of sand, so he squeezed it out and threw it away.

“Old Wu, this is not what Pei Yaoqing thought, including briquettes and ice chiseling, it is your majesty.” Lu Huaishen corrected his mistake.

“Yes, yes, it is your majesty, it is your majesty who called Pei Ming Mansion to Chang’an.” The old man said along.

“How are the days at home?” Yao Chong asked as he watched the family work.

“There is money to make, of course it’s good. Who would have thought that at this time there could be something that made a lot of money, a few years ago…”

The old man picked up a large grain of sand and talked about the past.

The three listened, interjecting words from time to time.

After the tea was finished, the three of them left and went to someone else’s house.

It’s almost noon to end the visit.

A gust of wind blew, Zhang said, sniffing, and said: “The plum blossoms in the city are still very fragrant.”