Only in Zhangyang in Lishan Mountain, the ancient well has no waves.
Regardless of worldly affairs for a month or two, only when there is a breakthrough in what you specialize in, will you clap your hands happily.
Li Yue walked to the firing device that her husband had made.
There is a strange lock on a wooden shelf.
Wiping her face with the cloth in her hand, she stared at the device with an aggrieved look on her face, "Is this why you want to disturb my enjoyment of reading?"
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Do you know how powerful this thing is?"
Pick up the lock and slowly lift it. As it rises, there is a button that can be locked. Then open the lock and put the flint down. The lock is affected by the expansion and contraction of the spring. It hits down, splashes a spark, and ignites.
He ignited the gunpowder on the side and ignited the oilcloth again.
Li Yue supported her chin with one hand and looked at it for a long time, then slowly stood up and said, "We have prepared a new quilt and we will send it to the teacher's house."
"Well, I really should go see the teacher."
Zhang Yang put the firing device in the study room and tidied it up.
When Xiao Qingqing was woken up, she was still sleepy-eyed. She was placed on the table by her mother, changing her clothes with her eyes blank.
Walking down Lishan Mountain, the teacher’s house is still the same as before.
Zhang Gongjin smiled and said, "Why are your family here?"
Zhang Yang put the quilt in the room and said, "This is a new one for the teacher to put on."
While talking, Zhang Yang took out the old bedding and took it apart to prepare for washing.
Zhang Yang treated this place as his own home, and his wife said with a smile, "Look at you, I am at home, so you and your wife don't have to worry about anything."
Zhang Yang continued to be busy, "I am the teacher's disciple, you should treat me as half a son."
The teacher's wife covered her mouth and said with a smile, her half-son was also very happy, especially for such a sensible son.
I heard that Zhang Yang had been lonely and homeless since he was a child, which made his wife feel more and more satisfied.
She held Yue'er's hand and whispered: "It's also thanks to your family."
Li Yue said quickly: "This is what we should do. There is no need for my wife to say this. In the future, our children will also need to be taken care of by my wife and teachers."
The teacher’s wife smiled and said, “Well, we have many granddaughters in our family.”
It was a happy time in the small house.
Cheng Yaojin stopped disturbing Kong Yingda for the time being, and stopped mentioning Chu Mo's marriage. This old bastard would not miss the reason for the decree.
They can only block it for a while. There are only two good friends in this world.
Li Tai was so focused on studying pressure cookers that he even lived in the blacksmith shop these days. For this reason, Li Chengqian hated his younger brother many times.
It was all for the sake of Lishan's achievements. Only Li Shimin knew the reason and allowed Qingque to be so indulgent.
Tubo to the west of the Tang Dynasty was bounded by Luoshe.
Songtsen Gampo looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance with a solemn expression.
Lu Dongzan stopped in front of him, "Zanpu, you can't go to Chang'an City. This must be Zhang Yang's trick."
Under the Potala Palace, there are still snowflakes falling.
The weather in Tubo this year is very unusual. It is not uncommon for ice cubes to fall from the sky in August and September, but snow is rare in this month.
Songtsen Gampo looked at the Potala Palace that had not yet been repaired, and he whispered: "If I don't go to Chang'an City, neither Zhang Yang nor Tian Khan will let Tibet go."
"I'll go instead." Lu Dongzan looked anxious, "Zanpu can't go."
As he spoke, he suddenly knelt on the ground again, "Zanpu! Please, don't give up on Tibet."
"I have not given up on Tubo." Songtsen Gampo helped him up, "I am going to Chang'an for the sake of Tubo's safety. You must supervise the construction of the Potala Palace, which is related to the future of Tubo. As long as I go to Chang'an City, Zhang Yang and
The Heavenly Khan will not launch troops against Tibet, and I have to obey the Heavenly Khan's will."
When he was in Chang'an City and faced Zhang Yang's persecution in the Foreign Affairs Academy, Lu Dongzan's spirit of fighting against the Tang Dynasty had long since disappeared.
He gritted his teeth at this moment, "Can't Zhang Yang give Tubo a glimmer of hope?"
"There is still hope for Tubo." Songtsan Gampo caressed the yak beside him, "There is a Yue king in the Central Plains who is lying on firewood and eating his guts. Can't I, Songtsan Gampo, go to Chang'an? You take good care of the children of Tubo."
After finishing his words, Songtsen Gampo resolutely got on his horse and left with the officers and soldiers from the Central Plains.
When Zampu left, many Tibetan herdsmen saw him off.
At this moment, it seemed as if the entire Tubo people had united.
This time Zanpu went to Chang'an and made a heroic journey, also for the safety of Tubo.
Many Tibetan people who came to greet him saluted Zampu, and some children also sang songs to greet him.
Even though civil strife broke out in Tubo, and even though Zampu failed in his attack on the Tang Dynasty, there were still many things that were wrong in governance.
But he was still willing to step forward for the sake of Tubo's safety.
Songtsen Gampo walked away, he looked back at the tribesmen behind him, and waved his riding whip, his eyes a little more determined.
The Diplomatic Academy wanted to separate the hearts of Tibetans, and Zampu used his departure to unite the Tibetans again. Lu Dongzan looked at his retreating figure and fell on the ground, crying loudly.
Returning to Tubo from Chang'an, he almost despaired of Tibet, but when Zampu went to Chang'an alone for the sake of Tubo's peace, hope was rekindled in his heart. This hope was obtained by Zampu by using himself as a hostage.
From then to now, that hope came to mind and was as firm as ever in his heart.
"Tibet will always have a chance to rise again, and the Tang Dynasty will not always be strong." Zamp's words still ring in his ears.
Until no one could be seen, Lu Dongzan stood up firmly, surrounded by thousands of Tubo people.
The land of Guanzhong ushered in the autumn rain again.
The autumn rain in West China continued to fall, and autumn also entered Guanzhong. It was mid-September, and Tian Khan finally left Lishan and returned to Chang'an City.
Except for a group of children who were left behind, everyone else was taken away, including many salted duck eggs and dozens of rocks of this year's new wheat harvest from Lishan Mountain.
Today, Zhang Yang stood alone in front of Lishan Village with a bamboo hat and a roll of sheepskin in his hand. Written on the sheepskin were Songtsen Gampo's words. He wanted to see him again before entering Chang'an City.
Zhang Yang suddenly laughed. From the first time he set foot in the Ministry of Rites, the first person he encountered was Tubo. In Chang'an City, he fought against Tibet far to the west several times.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It seems that everything about Tubo has been throughout my career in the Ministry of Rites.
Tubo was an opponent, and Songtsen Gampo was the most powerful opponent of the Tang Dynasty. I have never questioned Zampo's ability. He was a talented, wise, and courageous man.
It feels good to meet an opponent in chess. Just as Lu Dongzan said at the beginning, if we weren't each his own master, maybe he and Songtsan Gampo would be very close friends.
But everyone has their own opinions. I am a Tang person and have always been a Tang person.
A group of soldiers and horses came from a distance, and the officers and soldiers of the Wei Mansion escorted a strangely dressed man.
He wore a round, high-topped Tubo hat and a small embroidered brocade robe unique to the Tibetan people.
Songtsen Gampo got off his horse and said, "I should pay tribute to Zhang Shangshu."
"That's not right." He changed his words again: "You are now the Minister of Zhongshu. I should call you Minister Zhang. I haven't seen you for a long time, Minister Zhang. The eagle and wolf god soaring on the snowy mountains of Tubo will give you the most respectful blessing."
Zhang Yang saluted and said: "Zanpu is so polite."
Songtsen Gampo put one hand on his chest, bowed and looked solemn, "You are a wise man, and you deserve such praise. The wise men of Tubo have not yet solved the problem of the door of life and death."
He suddenly smiled, "But Zhongyuan has not been solved either."
Zhang Yang said melancholy: "Praise others when you praise them, why do you still need to give me a beating?"
Welcoming him into a large shelter from the rain in front of the village, Zhang Yang poured him a bowl of wine.
Songtsan Gampo looked at the yellow wine with some surprise.
He also poured himself a bowl and said with a smile: "I have given up drinking for many years. My friends have come from afar, so I should respect you."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Songtsan Gampo also picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp, "Well, it's such a refreshing drink."
Zhang Yang filled it up for him again and said, "Drink again."
From a jar of ale, the two of them drank ten bowls each. Drinking too much of this kind of wine would make your stomach bloated.
After finishing the ale, the two of them went to relieve themselves behind the shed and looked at the rainy scene in front of them. Songtsen Gampo shivered and put his belt back on again, "This view is so beautiful, and your fiefdom is even more beautiful."
Zhang Yang also put away his belt, "Well, there have been quite a few changes in the past two years. The factory has been moved to the rear and can't be seen here anymore."
The two sat back in the basin. The autumn rain in West China brought a chill. Zhang Yang lit a brazier and used Songtsan dry cloth, which had been raining all day, to dry clothes and drive away the cold.
"I specially left a jar of ale this year. This is the last jar. I'm not stingy. His Majesty spent three months summering in Lishan Mountain and drank up all my ale reserves. I can only keep this jar. It's out of date.
I can’t drink Ji Bian anymore.”
Songtsan Ganbu hung up his coat and dried it by the fire pit, then wiped his wet hair and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Zhang, for your hospitality."
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "You are very smart. Your plan to come to Chang'an alone and let our people operate in Tubo for many years almost failed."
"Shilang Zhang is a very good opponent, and Tubo almost fell apart under the arrangements of the Foreign Affairs Council."
"Your Guanzhong dialect is getting better and better. I can barely recognize the accent."
"Well, the Diplomatic Academy sent so many people to Tibet and often talked with them to understand what happened in Guanzhong and the situation of Zhang Shilang."
Zhang Yang looked at him sideways and smiled, "On the contrary, my people have become your source of information."
"Well, news is important, it always has been to me."
Songtsen Gampo said without hesitation.
Zhang Yang stood up and looked at the rainy scene outside. The escorting soldiers and horses were standing beside the greenhouse, motionless in the rain.
It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing non-stop.
Zhang Yang reached out to catch some rainwater and said, "What are your plans for coming to Chang'an this time?"
Songtsen Gampo nodded and said: "If there is civil strife in Tubo, I will tell the truth. It is not my problem, but the fact that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been gathering people's hearts for a long time, and it is like this when people's hearts are separated. All this is Zhang Shilang's fault, and
You continue to do this."
"I really want to kill someone right now and silence them."
"Now that I have come to Chang'an, even if I am alone at this moment, Zhang Shilang cannot kill me."
"Yes, I can't kill you, and no one dares to kill you. There will be people who will admire your courage and even treat you respectfully."
"exactly."
Songtsen Gampo was very confident, and this kind of confidence made Zhang Yang feel uncomfortable. "The civil strife in Tubo was caused by Zampo himself initiating the internal migration of tribes. What does it have to do with the Foreign Affairs Council, and what does it have to do with me. I just hope that the Tubo people will surrender."
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"Look, this is the difference between you and me. Zamp can completely pick himself off, but what I say is more in line with Tian Khan's position and the interests that Tian Khan wants. You can try it, Tian Khan
Not only will they not punish me, but they will also support the Foreign Affairs Academy to continue to do so."
"Facing the impeachment of the court officials, Zhang Shilang has already been fined five years of salary." Songtsen Ganbang laughed and said, "I am slightly better."
"I don't like you, a Tibetan, talking to me in a Guanzhong tone."
"In the hearts of the Tubo people, snow-capped mountains and lakes are their beliefs and cannot be offended."
"Do you blame me for taking away the snow-capped mountains and lakes of Tubo?"
"No, it's not." Songtsen Gampo resumed his Tibetan tone, "The snow-capped mountains and lakes are still in Tubo, and they will never leave. The snow-capped mountains will never melt for thousands of years, and the lakes will never dry up for thousands of years, and Tibet will never change."
It will always exist and will never perish.”
Zhang Yang took a breath and said, "Just keep it like this and don't change. I feel uncomfortable every time you change your tone. I was fined for five years and you won. But you didn't win much and you couldn't change the overall situation at all."
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"I'm leaving to see Tian Khan." Songtsan Gampo put on his coat again, "If I really can't go back to Tubo, I hope I can be friends with Zhang Shilang and drink and eat together in the future.
Meat."
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said, "I don't like alcohol, I like tea."
"That's okay. I also like the tea in Guanzhong. I've finished the tea I brought last time."
Zhang Yang took out a fist-sized cloth bag from his arms and said, "It has been prepared for you a long time ago."
Taking a bag of tea leaves, Songtsan Gampo took a deep smell and slowly exhaled, "Well, the tea leaves are very fragrant. If you become friends with Mr. Zhang, you will have endless tea leaves to drink in your life."
"Zanpu, once you enter Chang'an City, you won't be able to get out for several years."
"I want to see the scenery of Chang'an, I want to appreciate the style of Chang'an's literati and military generals, and say goodbye."
He walked into the rain, got on his horse and left here.
Zhang Yang stood in the rain to say goodbye. Not long after, Li Tai walked out from the side and asked, "Brother-in-law, do you want tea eggs?"
"Um."
I took his egg, cracked the shell open on a pillar next to the hay shed, peeled half of it, and took a bite.
"Songtsen Gampo is leaving now?"
"Otherwise? Should I still let him eat?"
"I thought that he would kowtow to his brother-in-law, admit his mistake, and beg him to let Tubo go. Only this situation would be worthy of his hard work over the years."
“What about the pressure cooker thing?”
This fat man usually lives in the blacksmith's workshop, but to be able to find him now means that he has really encountered a problem that he cannot solve.
He took out a drawing and said, "We have tried many iron materials, but the tubes we made are not strong enough to support the pressure of the steam. Either there is air leakage, or the airflow is too small."
Zhang Yang looked at the drawing and considered it, "Have you ever thought about casting copper to make the trachea?"