Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Li Shimin's expression became particularly exciting.

Li Shimin wrote this to Zhuge Wuhou more out of interest.

It would be fun to think about it if we could get in touch with Marquis Zhongwu, make suggestions and fight with Emperor Wu of Wei from afar.

The good news is that Zhuge Wuhou really responded.

The bad news is that this is going to hurt your heart.

Standing blankly in front of the slowly dimming light curtain, Li Shimin had a lot of thoughts.

The first thing that comes to mind is Guangmu's casual words to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, If Liu Che had died five or ten years earlier, his reputation would have been better.

Of course Li Shimin was very familiar with Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

When he was the king of Qin, he admired his talents and strategies, and even asked Yu Boshi, who could compare with the talents of Han Dynasty?

After becoming the emperor, she hated him for believing in gods and immortals. He could have achieved greater achievements, but instead he wasted money and wasted people, only to get a vague reputation.

On the night when he first learned from the light curtain that he was the emperor of the ages, Li Shimin also tossed and turned, constantly warning himself that he would never repeat the mistakes of Emperor Qin and Han Wu.

But now...

Li Shimin even remembered Yu Boshi's detailed evaluation of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty: if the Han Dynasty was better than the First Emperor, it would be superior. As for arrogance, luxury and tyranny, it can be compared.

As for the final evaluation of Hanwu... Li Shimin sighed.

Could it be that he, the only emperor through the ages, cannot escape from more than enough merit but not enough virtue?

Could it be that future generations also wish him to die early?

Li Shimin sighed long and short there, while Changsun Wuji was no longer too lazy to make eye contact with Wei Zheng. He passed directly over and said next to Li Shimin:

The prince is only eleven years old, and the prince is only one year old. Why should we worry about being in the prime of life?

Li Shimin looked past Changsun Wuji and looked at Wei Zheng in the mirror:

The sages said that a gentleman does not mirror water but mirrors people. I think there is a slight difference in what the sages said. Mirroring people can not only know good and bad luck, but also know the shortcomings of virtue and merit.

Wei Zheng had mixed feelings, and finally bowed and said:

I only hope that with the help of His Majesty, I, Tang Jing, will be powerful in all directions and the people will be rich, and the world will be peaceful and the country will be prosperous.

Zhang Sun Wuji's expression behind him was a little sad, and at the same time he was also a little worried.

Even Wei Zheng can have a name in Guangmu, but what about his eldest grandson Wuji?

In the first year of Zhenguan, the pursuit of giving up was just retreat in order to advance. Is it possible that when everyone has new people, they forget about the old ones? Changsun Wuji suddenly felt a little panicked, and something later named a sense of crisis filled his chest.

Your Majesty, it's time to control the flood. Du Ruhui added and presented the record.

To the light curtain, this kind of thing that happened thousands of years ago is just a passing cloud, so it is hidden behind the dialogue between Wei Zheng and everyone, and the wording is still coincidentally.

This almost didn’t require too much thinking, and Li Shimin settled on it:

This strategy will be drawn up by Ke Ming and handed over to Dai Zhou tomorrow.

Dai Zhou is the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and allocating funds for disaster relief falls within his scope of responsibilities.

Du Ruhui nodded, and then Li Shimin walked over and looked at the small millipede-like words copied by the two ministers just now.

Looking carefully at each item one by one, Li Shimin didn't pay attention to Li Shimin's ridicule during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. However, Li Shimin curled his lips again at Zhu Baba's practice of worshiping heaven in the Ming Dynasty.

The Temple of Heaven, the Circular Mound, the Altar of Chao Ri and the Altar of Xiyue existed in the Tang Dynasty, and they are nothing new.

But it seems good to change the ceremony to the Temple of Heaven? Li Shimin thought for a while and decided to wait more than ten years before considering it again.

If the barbarians are not convinced, how can they say that they will become Zen?

Then he laughed when he saw the back:

It's true that this kid doesn't feel bad for selling my father's land. He spent the money from the Northern Expedition and became a monk.

Shaking his head in disdain, Li Shimin lamented that there is always a place where he can make up for Zhao Song:

Zhao Heng is a jerk, but his father must be pretty good, right?

Hou Junji's face was full of disapproval. It was impossible to say how many of the slanderous and sycophantic officials of Zhenzong were left behind by the former emperor.

At this moment, the light curtain slowly opened again, surprising Hou Junji.

Fang Xuanling consoled him: Generally speaking, there is not much content this time, so just watch with peace of mind.

A paragraph of text coupled with a few pictures, the content is really simple.

Hou Jun looked attentively:

[Big brother... I won’t comment this time. This is the first time my husband-in-law, the blogger, has tasted ancient canned food.

After eating this thing, I can only sigh. Cao Pi said there is a reason why lychees are not as delicious as grapes!

Although the taste is average, it is really healthy, but I still recommend you to buy online...]

The picture shown later only saw an ugly jar. Hou Junji could tell it was a clay pot at just one glance. The technique was quite crude, and he would not have bothered to use it in his place.

In another picture, the jar has been opened, and inside is some stacked lychee pulp.

The next picture shows the pulp in a crisp white bowl.

In the next picture, you can see that the lychee has been eaten, and there is a thumbs up next to it.

The last picture is a piece of letterhead with a few words:

This fruit was harvested by Zhang Ziqiao of Chengdu in mid-autumn. In October of the 16th year of Jian'an, he praised it and offered it to his friends.

Handwritten calligraphy by Zhuge Villager.

There are also texts listed below:

〖Thumbs up for your sincerity, the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy! Nowadays, I still play canned food in the ancient way. I can only say that I am addicted to playing the role of a boss.

Were there cans in ancient times? I don’t study well, so don’t lie to me.

Tried you to make money or something? Our ancestors just had little knowledge and were not stupid, so we left it to ourselves to look up the art of Qi Min.

What was said above is true. Zhou Lili mentioned that canned fish can be stored for two months if stuffed into a bottle and sealed with mud. When UP received this, it was probably made according to the fruit canning method in Qi Min Yao Shu. It was salted and then put in and sealed. It can last for about half a year. If you want to adjust the taste, you can add some sugar or something.

Salting... isn't that sterilization? It's a pity that our ancestors didn't have a microscope, otherwise they might find bacteria, and then boil them in a high fire and all the bacteria would be killed. Then wouldn't the military cans come? How could we have to wait until the 19th century to be developed by foreign countries?

Indeed, in ancient times, you could make a lot of money by selling canned fruit to big dog owners. If you were willing to run around, selling it to sailors could prevent septicemia, selling it to grassland people could be exchanged for leather, and selling it to Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty might even make you a festival official. The envoy.

Okay, I can only make a 6 for this business acumen. But why didn’t we have glass in ancient times? Don’t they say that making glass is much easier than making porcelain?

In a nutshell, the ancient glass industry required a large amount of alkali. In ancient times, people who did not understand chemistry could only use trona. China's Yellow River and Yangtze River basins did not have this kind of alkali, so the glass industry could not develop. The occasional ones that were burned were used as decorations.

What you said above is correct. This is why almost all ancient glass came from the Middle East. There are many inland saltwater lakes there, and there is really no shortage of trona.

Then wouldn’t it be nonsense that all those time travelers would burn glass when they go back?

It’s not nonsense. There is something called plant ash that is more useful than trona, but the treatment method seemed crazy to the ancients. Who would cold soak, filter, and then boil the plant ash? Isn’t this just a serious illness?

I just care about this can. If you put it this way, wouldn’t it taste terrible? I still choose Feizixiao which costs 9 yuan a pound in the supermarket at the door. 〗

military!

Hou Junji was moved. He didn't understand anything else, but this was his specialty!

During the expedition to Mobei and other places on the grassland, the soldiers had an extreme desire to eat vegetables and fruits, and even became ill from worry about it.

If we had this military can, wouldn't this problem be solved?

Okay everyone, this canned politics... Hou Junji said with a shy face, trying to win over him.

However, Li Shimin obviously thought more comprehensively than Hou Junji, and chose the candidate almost immediately:

The trial production of this can... auxiliary machine!

Changsun Wuji, who was unhappy at first, immediately jumped up: I will definitely live up to everyone's trust!

Li Shimin was not only an excellent general, but also a far-sighted emperor. He understood the value of this can almost immediately.

It's worthless to put it bluntly, but it can trouble the world for more than a thousand years! In other words, as long as it is done properly, this canned method will allow Datang to remain unrivaled for at least ten years!

But the Tang Dynasty could rely on him to cross the grasslands, open sea and land, and conduct canned food trade!

Auxiliary machine! Li Shimin solemnly explained: Such a simple strategy will benefit the country for hundreds of years, so don't be careless!

Of course Changsun Wuji understood and immediately provided guarantee again and again.

Then according to the words of the light curtain, Li Shimin turned back to read the note after handing the trial glass for the search for the salt water lake to Hou Junji.

Marquis Wu is teaching me. Li Shimin sighed with a smile.

But... Li Shimin raised his head and looked at the scene outside the gate of Ganlu Palace. It was just the beginning of July in Chang'an.

However, Wuhou's note clearly stated that Zhang Song returned home in Chengdu, and it was October when he sent the can.

Is the light curtain so magical? There is a time difference, and... Zhang Song is not dead? ! This Wuhou really changed the annals of history!

And how to send it? The key point should be the two words like and sacrifice.

Li Shimin had only one feeling for a while. Although this Wuhou said very few words, they all hit the point. With such quick wit, he really deserved to be a loyal Wuhou.

Du Ruhui smiled relaxedly, stretched his waist and said:

Later generations called lychee the concubine's smile. This name contains allusions, which is very good.

Li Shimin also laughed helplessly.

…

How come this lychee doesn't taste good... Zhang Song complained softly.

You must know that pickling this requires a lot of salt, and you must choose the largest and sweetest lychees.

When Kong Ming asked, Zhang Song spent a lot of determination before sending it out, but the other party didn't even care!

Liu Bei laughed and comforted:

Ziqiao's gift of this jar of lychees is worth more than any other in Chengdu in a hundred years! It's a huge profit!

Zhang Song was convinced by Liu Bei to the core, and he became happy again after hearing what Liu Bei said.

In fact, who doesn’t understand the meaning? If the word military cannot explain its meaning, then the functions imagined by the light curtain are all practical!

Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun were discussing in a low voice what if the soldiers had fruits to eat.

Mi Zhu and Liu Ba were planning how to keep the cans secret while maintaining their skills.

Liu Bei didn't have any objections to this. After all, you can't stop eating because of choking, right?

Kong Ming was writing and drawing casually on the paper. Pang Tong saw that he was in a bad mood and asked with a smile:

Are Kong Ming worried that Emperor Tang won't understand?

Kong Ming shook his head. This message was almost written on his forehead. How could he not understand it?

I'm just fascinated by the chemical method...infinitely.