Li Zhi smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, "I didn't think too much about it at the time, and I brought it without thinking too much."
The child was ignorant and wanted to send everything to Lishan. He even brought the shoes that the emperor would wear in the morning.
Holding his forehead in distress, Zhang Yang looked at each item in the baggage and whispered: "Send all these things back, and say that His Highness Prince Jin took the wrong ones."
The maid on the side breathed another sigh of relief as if she had been granted amnesty, and left in a panic with her things.
Let his younger brothers and sisters pack their own luggage, and Zhang Yang can have some free time.
Princess Qinghe washed her face with the water from Huaqing Pool, then held up a puddle of water with her hands and watched the water flow down between her fingers.
"Brother-in-law, why doesn't he want someone to take care of him in daily life?" Qinghe asked as he sat aside.
"Because I hate others looking at my daily life, and I hate others interfering in my every move."
Thirteen-year-old Princess Qinghe asked again: "There are many powerful families in Chang'an City who have servants to arrange their daily lives."
Zhang Yang added: "What if Princess Qinghe wants to eat oranges, but the palace attendants are unwilling to get them today?"
"They won't be unwilling."
Qinghe replied like this.
"Everyone is the same. Everyone has a bad day, and everyone has moments of rebellion. When the palace servants don't help Her Royal Highness get the oranges, can she still eat them?"
In Qinghe's mind, the palace people should obey her arrangements.
Zhang Yang added: "So when your daily life is arranged by others, your life will also be affected by others, which will affect your decisions. An independent person can minimize this influence."
Princess Qinghe is still thinking.
Qinghe and Gao Yang are both still young now, so it would be a good time to start influencing them.
Zhang Yang did not like the three views of raising children within the palace walls, and the three views within the palace walls were not suitable for normal people.
A person who has lost his independence since childhood can easily be influenced by others.
As soon as the children arrived at home, the excitement started again. Xiao Wu, Li Lizhi and Xiao Hui helped with the current arrangements. This year's cotton has arrived again, and the three of them have to take charge of the transportation of cotton into the village.
Since the last time she ate the soft and glutinous pumpkin, Li Yue has never forgotten it.
She looked at the pumpkin vines, and Zhang Yang looked at her.
Li Yue whispered: "Pumpkins are delicious, can they still be grown?"
"The season has passed, and it will probably not grow back."
She first looked at the blue sky and then said: "It should be able to grow. There is a small fruit here."
Zhang Yang took a closer look and said, "Well, it really seems to be a small fruit."
"When it grows up, we can eat pumpkin again."
At first she liked pumpkins very much and was even reluctant to eat them. Now that she saw that the pumpkins had lost their previous kindness, she was even more looking forward to cutting them into pieces.
Women are fickle, and so are wives.
Zhang Yang sighed: "Even if it produces small fruits now, the cold air after the frost will cause the vines to wither and the fruits to lose their nutrient supply."
Seeing Li Yue's unhappy look, she took out a black linen cloth from home and covered the pumpkin vines with the black linen cloth.
"Huh? Pretty smart."
Li Yue nodded and said: "This is the method I saw in the book Qi Min Yao Shu."
The black cloth can absorb heat and keep the vines at a sufficient temperature.
"But you have overlooked a very serious problem. Black cloth can indeed absorb heat, but in this season, even if you increase the temperature of the vines, it cannot change the climate. The cold at night will freeze its vines, but it will
Make it more dehydrated."
After saying that, Li Yue looked decadent. She raised her eyes and looked at the greenhouse that had not yet been rebuilt.
Before she could speak, Zhang Yang added: "The greenhouse is not ready for use yet, so it is best to use it at the beginning of winter."
Hearing this, Li Yue regretfully stroked the pumpkin vine and glanced at a small fruit under the pumpkin vine with reluctance.
"We haven't played cards for a long time," she said suddenly.
"I have to repair the workshop today." Zhang Yang refused.
"Then let's fix it together."
"That's fine."
The lathe in the workshop has reached its limit after the last wear and tear. If you want to use it again, you need to replace many parts in the lathe.
The strength of beef tendon is no longer enough. To meet future accuracy requirements, a stronger belt is needed for transmission.
Zhang Yang thought of the old belts from later generations. The old-fashioned transmission belts are easy to harden, but they are really useful.
Another technical problem.
Li Yue rarely comes to the workshop. The workshop was just completed last year and she rarely came here since she was pregnant with her child because she didn't like the smell here at that time.
She tied her apron around her waist, put on her cloth gloves, and helped replace the parts inside the lathe.
After these repairs were completed, it was time for dinner at home.
When it was time to eat, which was also the most lively time at home, Li Yue silently looked at her husband's side face, who was joking with the children.
After leaving the court and Chang'an City, my family's life became better.
The husband no longer has to worry about matters in court.
It seems that everything in the family is developing for the better.
Aunt Wang brought a volume of letters from the Ministry of Etiquette. Zhang Yang left his younger brothers and sisters who were playing eagle and catching chickens, and sat down to read the contents of the letter.
The child was only three months old and needed to be fed by his mother. After comforting the child, Li Yue picked up the kettle on the stove, made a bowl of hot water, and sat down by the pool. "Auntie said it was a letter from Liaodong.
?”
Zhang Yang nodded slightly, "It's a letter from Da'an. This is the news he reported to the Ministry of Rites. In the summer, Da'an captured Goguryeo. It was a windy day. A strong wind swept through the southern part of Goguryeo, and several rivers flowed backward.
In the fields, Li Yifu took advantage of the situation and led people to take over many territories in Baekje south of Goguryeo. However, the government had already sent news that Da'an and Li Yifu would be recalled, and Wen Ting also left Goguryeo, but he would continue to stay in Liaodong.
, do things for us.”
How can there be so much beauty in this world, which makes people feel powerless and heartbroken. Even if Mr. Wen Yanbo lives a few more months, he will be able to hear this news with his own ears before passing away.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Now that Wen Ting has captured Goguryeo, he has not yet brought the news, but he has already heard the sad news that his biological father has passed away.
After hearing the bad news, he went crazy and killed people in Baekje. He didn't stop until the imperial court came and supervised the construction of the Andong Protectorate.
It was Zhang Xiang’s idea to build the Andong Protectorate. The Andong Protectorate was built on the other side of Goguryeo across the river from Liaodong.
This letter arrived at Lishan, which means that in the fastest possible time, Da'an and the others had already left Goguryeo and returned to Chang'an a month ago.
Liaodong continued to build, and Zhang Yang also planned to use Goguryeo's port to cross the sea eastward to attack.
Looking forward to completing these things one day, I became an official in the Tang Dynasty and unknowingly reached the eleventh year of Zhenguan.
My long career as an official suddenly seems to have gone by so fast when I look back on it.
It will be 129 this year. Zhang Yang touched the stubble on his chin and the air around him became much colder.
The cold air from the northwest is coming, and this year's winter will still be long.
Zhang Yang packed up the letters between Wen Ting and Da'an, "I'm going to see the teacher."
The child was making trouble again, so Li Yue could only hold her peace of mind and nodded: "Husband, get up early and come back early."
It was obviously a good thing to capture Goguryeo, but Zhang Yang felt that this news was very heavy.
Xiang Xiang has not yet sent the news from the Ministry of Rites to Lishan, and it will probably not be delivered until tomorrow. The letter in his hand was sent by Xu Jingzong first.
Arriving at the door of the teacher's house, Zhang Yang took out the letter and whispered: "Teacher, this is news from Liaodong. Da'an captured Goguryeo, and Qichen returned to Chang'an City a month ago."
Zhang Gongjin took the letter, held it next to the oil lamp, frowned and looked at it carefully under the light of the fire, "Well, it is indeed a letter written by Da'an. This child has made a meritorious deed after all."
"Teacher, this is a good thing."
"Not necessarily." Zhang Gongjin put down the letter, "I have always hoped that Da An would have a pure heart and that he could live his life smoothly. He has been a smart child since he was a child, but I want him to live a simpler life."
"Teacher, you hope Da'an won't be too smart?"
Zhang Gongjin nodded slightly and said, "He is now the Minister of Rites?"
"Yes, it was arranged by the Central Government."
The teacher stopped talking again, and I didn't know whether the old man was in a good or bad mood now.
Zhang Gongjin said in a low voice: "The reason I didn't let you take charge of the military was to prevent you from being involved in the disaster of killing. I didn't teach Da'an too much. Even so, I can't cover up his talent. I can only try to keep him as innocent as possible.
Heart."
"But his talent is not necessarily a good thing for him. The court is not so simple, and things in this world are not black and white."
The teacher's words are still very pessimistic, but although they are pessimistic, they are indeed correct.
How can there be so much distinction between black and white in this world, and how can there be so much fairness and justice from ancient times to the present.
"I'm worried that the cruelty he will face when he enters the court is too cruel. Now Changsun Wuji holds the power, and has thousands of guests at home, including Gao Jifu, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Yang Shidao, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and Hou Junji.
Qin Qiong, Li Ji, any of these generals have become human beings."
Zhang Gongjin whispered: "Although you have many young leaders in your hands, including Xue Rengui, Pei Xingjian, Da'an and Xu Jingzong, or your friends Cheng Chumo, Su Dingfang, and Li Daoyan, after all, they are people in the court, and some will
They are civil servants, and some will hold important positions in the military. After all, these people are not yours, they belong to the court."
"The teacher is saying that I should have my own power?"
Zhang Gongjin's expression became more serious, and he stroked his beard and said, "No, don't even touch me."
Zhang Yang bowed his hands and saluted, "The student understands."
I heard the teacher let out another long sigh.
When leaving the teacher's home, Zhang Yang walked towards the medical center in Lishan. There was a house here, which was originally the place where Mr. Wen Yanbo recuperated.
Now that the place was empty, Zhang Yang blew out the fire stick in his hand, lit the letter sent by Wen Ting, and said in a low voice: "Old sir, the report I burned to you seems to be hypocritical. Now I
I’m sending you Wen Ting’s personal letter. He is on his way home now, and he is wearing sackcloth and mourning all the way.”
Seeing the silk with the letter burning, Zhang Yang looked up at the night sky and said: "Old sir, this history is repeated again and again. Back then, Lu Youyou was sad but could not see the same people in Jiuzhou, Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, family sacrifices
Never forget to tell Nai Weng."
"Su Shi also said it." Zhang Yang paused for a moment, looked at the burning letter home and whispered: "He said that ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable... A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation."
"You may not know Lu You and Su Shi, but that is not important. What is important is that when I use their poems to look at the present, it is still so appropriate. It seems that history is a drama. You have been concerned about Liaodong for most of your life. You
My son has finished it for you, you know what you should see."
"Even if you can't see it, this book is burned to you now."
After saying this, a gust of night wind blew, and at the moment when the cloth was about to burn out, it was blown up by the wind and floated into the night sky.
Zhang Yang then stood up. The moment he turned around, he always felt that someone was looking at him. He smiled helplessly and said, "You have a good journey!"
With a smile on his face, Zhang Yang walked towards Lishan Mountain.
Late autumn in Guanzhong should be a slack time for other villages and counties, but for Lishan it is still busy.
Zhang Yang came to the vegetable field early in the morning and was busy with Shangguan Yi and Li Tai.
Every time I see these cabbages and cabbages growing up, I feel very good.
The cabbage will be ready to be harvested in a few days. The cabbage is not very big and each one is about the same size as a radish.
"Brother-in-law, is this cabbage delicious?"
Zhang Yang peeled off a piece and handed it to him, "Your Majesty, King Wei, would you like to try it?"
Li Tai took it with some hesitation, then blinked and put the raw cabbage into his mouth, "Well, it's not astringent, not sour, and has no taste."
After chewing it in his mouth for a while, Li Tai said again: "Well, it's a bit satisfying."
Everyone is full of expectations for the vegetables in the fields. Everyone will be happy that there are still vegetables to eat in late autumn.
Nowadays, grain and mutton in Chang'an City are the cheapest, but these vegetables are the most expensive.
This has greatly increased the value of the acres in Lishan.
Such a cabbage can be sold for ten yuan in the court, which is higher than a bushel of rice.
There is still a surplus of these vegetables for eating in the village, but it is obviously unrealistic to sell them again.
After all, most of the fields in Lishan are now used to grow wheat.
The warrior Xun is leading the people in the village to cut the rice. Xiao Wu will also go down the mountain to help his father in these days, preparing to help manage the management of Lishan.
At noon, a group of soldiers and horses came to a stop in front of the village, and the prince walked into the village with a smile.
Zhang Yang was carrying a basket of vegetables. There were cabbage, cabbage, some radishes and spinach in the basket.
"Long time no see, Eunuch Wang."
"The county prince still likes to grow vegetables as always."
"In fact, growing vegetables is also a very nourishing thing for the body and mind. The satisfaction of harvesting is only three to five months later, but it is always gratifying. The cultivated character is also better, people are not extreme, and it can also make people happy.
Not in a hurry."
"The county prince is still as tired of the world as before." Wang Gonggong stood up straight and said: "Today's Chang'an City is much more irritable, but Lishan Mountain is more peaceful."