Perhaps the sweet and sour pork ribs were too sweet, which inadvertently aroused everyone's interest in drinking.
Liu Hongji and others, who had not waited for Xiao Han to persuade him to drink all night, finally couldn't help but started to ask for drinks themselves.
Xiao Han didn't bother to care about what these guys did.
He was drinking grape wine with purified icing sugar, watching them fight each other, and finally they all fell on the table, unconscious...
The servants of each family were absolutely dedicated to their duties. After their master became drunk, they would carefully apologize, go into the house, carry the person back to the carriage, and ignore the darkness outside, raise his whip and leave in a hurry.
Xiao Han, the only one who was awake tonight, stood at the gate, watching the last carriage drive away from the owner of the village and disappearing into the dark night, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
Naturally, these people were not bored and came to him for a drink. Just now, Chai Shao had pulled his sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Why is this happening?"
Xiao Han didn't answer this, and didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile and shake his head.
Chai Shao let go of Xiao Han, looked at him deeply, and said nothing more.
But his drinking became more and more uninhibited, so much so that Cheng Yaojin and Chai Shao joined forces to drink heavily! In less than a quarter of an hour, he was already drunk and talking nonsense.
"As for what?"
With a long sigh, Xiao Han turned around and went home. As for what others thought and thought, he only wanted to express his feelings in two sentences: What's none of my business? Or none of your business?
After Xiao Han fled Chang'an, the atmosphere there became even weirder.
When Li Yuan conquered the world, the officials he created were marquises. I don't know if they were possessed by evil spirits or something else. They would make mistakes at every turn, and then they would be caught, dismissed from their posts, dismissed from their titles, and sent to exile...
The original promise of sharing the golden cup with you has turned into a hand-to-hand refusal in the blink of an eye.
For a time, everyone in the court was a little nervous, fearing that the next unlucky person would fall on them.
In this case, Xiao Han, who always hated war and death, suddenly proposed to go on an expedition with the army, and even wrote an impassioned expedition poem in public. Many people thought that this was a way for him to keep his title.
, after all, as a prince, it is strange enough that he does not have half of the military achievements under his command.
Obviously, Chai Shao and the others thought the same way.
It is precisely because of this that they came here to have a banquet with Xiao Han. At the same time, they told him through actions that no matter what happens in the future, as long as they are here, everything will be at ease.
Returning to the warm bed, recalling every detail of the banquet just now, as well as the way Cheng Yaojin and the others were about to talk about it, Xiao Han felt that it was worth it to have such a brother in this life!
"I don't want to go to war, but I have no choice! Starting from this year, many people will die. Instead of sitting at home and waiting for the outcome, I might as well follow you and see if I can save something...
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Xiao Han muttered a few words in his sleep, but unfortunately, Xiaodong and Lengzi, who had secretly drank a lot of wine, had already slept like dead pigs, so no one heard what he said.
The next day, the sun rose as usual.
In this world, perhaps there is no absolute fairness except time!
This winter that is about to pass is not very good. It has not snowed a lot and the weather has not been cold for long. This has made the old farmer in Xiaohan Village very sad. From time to time, he looks up at the sky and sighs deeply.
The Han people have always been a nation that likes farming and is good at farming.
With thousands of years of practice, old men who are familiar with farming can have a rough idea of the autumn harvest just by looking at the winter weather.
This year's weather is indeed a bit abnormal. In previous years, there would be at least seven or eight snowfalls that covered the top of our feet. This year, after only three or two, there was no more snow foam.
Without heavy snow, not only will the crops in the ground be dry, but also various insect eggs in the ground will not be killed. As a result, it will be difficult to have a good harvest in autumn.
Xiaojiazhuangzi does not expect to make a living by farming, but he will never let the land go barren.
After the old farmer reported it to Butler Lu, almost all the people in the village went out to plow the land bit by bit so that the sun could penetrate into it and kill some pests.
As the owner of the Xiao family farm, Xiao Han didn't see any signs asking him to report to the Ministry of War these days, so he came to the fields and worked diligently on the crops.
Although...he was pulled out of bed.
In the Tang Dynasty, tending crops was not a shameful job, because even the noble Emperor had to pretend to cultivate an acre of land every year, and by the way, he would advertise to the world that I am based on farming!
Xiao Han never dared to compare with the emperor, so his cultivated land was not one acre, but ten acres...
"Master, I am a Marquis, so I don't need to farm!"
In the fields outside Xiaojiazhuang, Xiao Han was shouting at Old Man Hua with an angry look.
However, Xiao Han's anger did not pose any threat to the old man who had just returned from Sun Simiao.
"Fart! Your Majesty wants to plow the land, how can you, a little shabby Viscount, complain? Besides, you can just lie down all day long and you are not afraid of becoming useless!" Old Man Hua put the plowshare on the ox without moving his head.
He said back.
Xiao Han jumped his feet and yelled: "I have some running practice!"
"Well, I know! But what do you think this is?" Old Man Hua tied up the scalper and waved his big boots in front of Xiao Han.
Sure enough, this trick still works!
When Xiao Han, who was still filled with grief and indignation just now, saw this, he immediately lowered his head and started working in the fields while holding on to the plowshare. Even though he was muttering in his mouth, he didn't know what he was talking about.
Compared to the painful Xiao Han, the quirky Li Shentong was extremely happy at this time. He was leading a bullock with a nose ring tossing back and forth in the field without plowing the land.
"Xiao Han, this method of piercing a cow's nose with an iron ring is so easy to use. Can I put an iron ring on the cow at home?" Li Shentong, who was leading the cow, passed by Xiao Han and immediately looked at him expectantly and asked.
"casual……"
Xiao Han didn't even bother to raise his eyes. Now he said it was an ox plowing the land, but in fact it was better to say it was an ox dragging him.
"Then I'll take it as your consent!" Li Shentong had long been accustomed to Xiao Han's half-dead appearance. Hearing this, he yelled happily, then led the cow and ran away to who knows where.
Xiao Han was left in the field rolling his eyes and scolding these heartless people, not knowing how to help him with some work at the critical moment.
Xiaojiazhuangzi now uses curved shaft plows for farming. The triangular plows made of fine iron can easily turn over the soil at the bottom. The efficiency is more than 50% higher than the straight shaft plows used before!
In fact, Xiao Han didn't understand why the Quyuan plow was not invented until the Tang Dynasty. Since wooden plowshares are not easy to use, why did no one think of using iron to make plowshares?
