Li Jing threw the firecrackers away casually, no longer interested in it, "Are you making such small firecrackers to prevent me from blowing up people?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said: "To be on the safe side, safety comes first."

Li Jing nodded thoughtfully, then sighed, "That's fine, I'll wait for you to take out the firearm."

Setting off firecrackers is a fun thing in winter, and occasionally blowing up a small hole in the snow is also a feast for the eyes.

After relaxing in the forest for a while, Zhang Yang took his family back to the mountain, stretched and said, "Go back and take a nap. I haven't been busy with anything recently."

Looking at Li Yue's expression, she is very relaxed on the surface, but the worries and worries hidden under this relaxed expression can be seen at a glance.

She is still worried about the tea tree fields in Jiangnan. She and Xu Hui are arranging this matter.

Just pretending not to know anything, Zhang Yang still walked at a leisurely pace.

Li Yue frowned and nodded: "It wouldn't be difficult for my husband to forge a firearm for General Li Jing."

"Being an earth mine is easy for me."

"Then why..."

Zhang Yang grinned and said: "Because your father is a narrow-minded person, not to mention that a gentleman's words are hard to follow, let alone his will to disobey!"

Li Yue still looked puzzled, and then said: "It's because of the agreement at Qujiang Pool."

Zhang Yang nodded, and then his face darkened, "The emperor is a person who would rather let the world down. He can be suspicious of everyone, but I don't believe any of his words."

It's rare to see a husband look like this, he is obviously angry.

It seems that the conflict between the husband and the father remains the same and has not changed.

Given my husband's character, it would probably be difficult for General Li Jing to see firearms.

"I calculated that today's weather is cloudy and cloudy, and the temperature is very low. If the wind picks up tonight, it will probably snow heavily. After the snow, our family will go out for a walk, look at the scenery outside, and have some fun."

Zhang Yang's words interrupted her thoughts, and he added: "I see that you have been thinking a lot lately."

Hearing this, Li Yue straightened his expression, "There are too many things to worry about in Lishan."

Zhang Yang smiled knowingly, "Yes, there are too many things to worry about."

Seeing that her husband had regained his bright and relaxed expression, Li Yue's mood also improved.

Zhang Yang cut down some bamboos on the way back. There were not many bamboos in Lishan Mountain, only a small bamboo forest in the southeast.

It was winter when bamboo was not good, so Zhang Yang carried a few sections of bamboo home that were still fresh and tender.

These three pandas are not close to people yet, so their aunt made them another bear den to keep them warm. However, pandas are animals that are very good at keeping out the cold. Throw bamboo to them, and the three pandas will fend for themselves.

With.

At night, Li Yue taught her daughter how to count. She asked: "A has ten volumes of books, and B has six volumes of books. After A gives B how many volumes, will both of them have the same number of books?"

Xiao Qingqing blinked and raised her eyes to think...

After a long time, Li Yue said anxiously: "Has it been calculated?"

"A gives to B..."

Facing her mother's stern look, Xiao Qingqing pursed her lips in grievance, almost crying, so how could she forgive her.

Li Yue covered her forehead in pain, took a deep breath and said patiently: "A has ten volumes, and he gave B one volume. How many volumes does B have now?"

Xiao Qingqing was still thinking about it, and said after a while: "Seven volumes."

Hearing this, Li Yue nodded and said: "In this way, how many rolls can A give to B?"

Xiao Qingqing held her little hand and whispered: "Three volumes?"

After speaking, the little girl saw her mother staring and quickly lowered her head, whispering: "Four volumes?"

Li Yue slapped the table and stood up and walked back to the room.

My son Xing'an was still sitting in the cradle smiling, as if this scene was very interesting to him.

Xiao Qingqing was still sitting at the table aggrievedly, her mother was angry, her daughter was aggrieved, her father was helpless, and her son was still laughing.

This home is really interesting...

Even after this year, my daughter is only four years old. Her daughter-in-law’s education has always been very important to her, and she even hired so many experts to teach her.

It's just teaching. This child was quite smart when he was young, but now he is learning very slowly.

My daughter-in-law is too eager to be a mother.

Zhang Yang took out a few bamboo sticks, sat in front of his daughter, and whispered: "Look, there are ten bamboo sticks on the left and six on the right. You first move the one on the left to the right."

Xiao Qingqing did what he was told.

"What's the left now?"

"There are nine left on the left."

Zhang Yang said again: "Then move another one!"

Xiao Qingqing did as he was told, but was suddenly startled and said again: "Dad! There are just as many."

Zhang Yang nodded and smiled, "How many bamboo sticks did you move in total?"

"Two!"

"Go talk to your mother."

"Mom! My daughter knows it!" Xiao Qingqing ran into the house happily, "I only need two rolls for B!"

She knew this kind of ordinary addition and subtraction, but she just changed her mind and couldn't figure it out.

Still not quick enough in thinking.

Li Yue looked at her daughter's well-behaved appearance and felt uncomfortable punishing her. She whispered, "You can go and have a rest."

"Then my daughter is going to rest first." Xiao Qingqing ran away obediently.

When she walked out of the house, she saw that her husband was still packing a bunch of drawings. Li Yue opened the door with a sad look on her face, holding a tea cup and watching the snowflakes falling from the sky. Just as her husband guessed, it would snow when the wind blows at night.

Not long after, Xiaohui came quickly with a letter in hand. She whispered about the current situation in Jiangnan.

Li Yue frowned in response to her words.

Zhang Yang sat in the room, the wind drowned out the conversation between the two of them, he just glanced at the sad looks of his wife and Xiaohui, and continued to do what he was doing.

This heavy snow has been falling for two days, and the sky and the earth are covered with silver. From a distance, Lishan Mountain looks like a large snowball wrapped in snow.

In the early morning, Aunt Yang prepared a troika, and a group of younger brothers and sisters were also traveling with them.

Several bears at home also participated in this winter excursion, but the pandas at home were left at home for Aunt Wang to take care of. They had just arrived in Lishan and needed to get familiar with the environment.

The car was driving slowly. Zhang Yang was sitting on the shaft of the car, holding a book in his hand, looking at the scenery along the way and taking notes.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Recording the impact of climate on various places in Guanzhong is also an important task of Taifu Temple. For example, where the terrain has thick snow, where the terrain has less snow, and how thick the snow is in the fields,

The freezing condition of the river bed.

All these must be recorded. The Tang Dynasty was founded with Wude. At that time, the files in the court were incomplete and many files were lost.

Taifu Temple is in charge of farming and does not expect Li Shimin to establish a meteorological department. He can only do these things himself.

"What are you writing, husband?" Li Yue looked sideways.

"Writing about the snow this year, the snow was very heavy and covered a wide area. It was just a reference for me when I came out to relax."

Just by taking a quick look at the place names and the thickness of the snow that my husband recorded along the way, I can get an idea.

Li Yue whispered: "Actually, there were several heavy snowfalls before, but at that time, people only enjoyed the snow scenery and no one recorded them."

There were many horse-drawn carriages on the official road along the way, driven by powerful people who came out to enjoy the snow.

They have lived in Chang'an City for a long time and have been locked up in a city that is closed off from all sides. It is best to be able to watch the snow and relax in this leisurely winter.

Zhang Yang whispered: "I want to build a meteorological institute under the name of Taifu Temple in the future, specifically to record the annual and seasonal climate changes in various parts of the Central Plains."

While thinking about it, he continued: "For example, how much the water levels in various rivers in Chang'an dropped during drought years, and how much the rivers rose during the rainy season. By the way, we should also pay attention to the water quality."

Zhang Yang put down the book and leaned against the door of the carriage, one leg dangling on the side of the carriage. "The climate, water and soil are different in different places. There are too many things to do. Farming can be simple or complex.

It’s very complicated, you need to be able to look at climate change, and you also need to pay attention to water and soil.”

For others, farming may simply involve spreading seeds into fertile soil.

For Zhang Yang, it is not that simple. Climate change will directly affect crops. The water and soil environment in Guanzhong must be properly maintained while it is not so harsh. Moreover, the current Hexi Corridor is still a horse farm with abundant water and grass. The harsh environment in later generations will still be

Didn't come.

In other words, the emperor left Taifu Temple aside and ignored it, and he would not specifically give Taifu Temple or Sinong too much power and say.

It is not good for emperors to only look at the results. Emperors of all dynasties have been like this. They only look at the current food harvest, but do not know the relationship between water and soil. The land in Guanzhong has experienced excessive cultivation during the Qin and Han dynasties, which has caused serious damage to the water and soil.

destroy.

Not to mention that the wind and sand from the northwest are always attacking Guanzhong.

Just thinking about it this way, it is difficult to take the position of Taifu Temple Minister.

"Daughter-in-law, your husband and I are the only ones in this world who can truly serve the country and the people."
To be continued...