"He learned about the turmoil in Nanzhao and asked Tian Khan to send troops several times. When he came to see the county prince, he did not care about the life or death of the Nanzhao king."
Songtsen Gampo expressed his doubts.
Zhang Yang said again: "Thank you Zanpu for your advice."
The Guanzhong Plain is extremely hot in summer, and the fields in the distance seem to be distorted by the heat.
Songtsen Gampo nodded and said: "I heard that you proposed to the Central Committee to return farmland to forests?"
Zhang Yang nodded and continued knitting the straw hat.
"I am from Tubo. Unlike you Central Plains people, Tubo is a very barren place. I have read the memorial you handed over to the court at the Hongwen Hall."
Songtsen Gampo sat on a stone, lowered his voice and softened his tone a lot, and said: "Will there be a barren day in Guanzhong?"
"Well, the area in Longxi is quite serious."
Songtsen Gampo suddenly smiled.
Zhang Yang continued to explain: "Since the Warring States Period to the Qin and Han Dynasties, the 800 miles of Qinchuan have been over-cultivated. The grassland has been plowed into fields, the trees have been cut down, and the mountains have become barren mountains. Wind and sand from the northwest have hit from time to time. This year
The northwest wind season has reduced the number of aquatic plants in the Hexi Corridor."
These words puzzled Songtsan Gampo. He wondered: "Is it wrong for people to pursue food abundance? If we, Tibetans, could control this land in Guanzhong, pursuing food abundance would be people's expectation."
"Yes, the pursuit of wealth is everyone's ideal. Maybe I am just wishful thinking." Zhang Yang smiled mockingly.
"I never thought you had such a self-contradictory side before."
"Zamp, we are different people, what you think is different from what I think."
Zhang Yang was still knitting a straw hat, and Songtsen Gampo didn't know what the Loess Plateau would be like a hundred years from now, how much effort later generations would put into afforestation, and how much price they would pay for returning farmland to forest.
The conversation between the two reached a high level and they could no longer continue.
Songtsen Gampo had never seen the scenery of later generations, let alone understood what Zhang Yang was thinking.
"I always thought your decision was always right. There were often disputes between the court and the central government because of this policy of returning farmland to forest. But this time there were too many people who opposed it. Because of the food fief system of the Tang Dynasty, many dignitaries opposed converting their farmland to forests.
Fields planted with forests.”
Songtsen Gampo nodded and said: "Zhang Yang, ever since the fight between Tubo and Tang Dynasty, you have always won."
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "It's not me who is winning, it's Datang who is winning."
"Well, if there was no court led by Tian Khan, and there were not so many generals in the Tang Dynasty, Tibet would not lose if you, Zhang Yang, were the only one."
After saying that, Songtsen Gampo fell silent again. He looked down at the land under his feet and the weeds wilting under the scorching sun.
After a long silence, he stood up and said: "Your idea is indeed right. Guanzhong should return farmland to forests."
"Yes, I think so too." Zhang Yang gave him a smile.
"How are you going to start?"
"Start from the Hexi Corridor and plant from the Qilian Mountains."
Songtsen Gampo saluted and said: "There are also people in Tubo who want to eat the fish in the holy lake for the sake of wealth. They think the fish meat is very delicious. It turns out that the same is true in Guanzhong."
"Made Zamp laugh."
"I want to continue living in Chang'an City." After leaving these words, Songtsen Khanbu got up and left.
After sitting alone for a long time and knitting a straw hat for a long time, my wrists became a little sore.
Zhang Yang looked back and saw that the bear had fallen asleep on his stomach, and the wet mud on his paws had caked on it.
Zhang Yang put the half-woven straw hat into the bamboo basket, took the wheat straw with him, patted the finely chopped wheat straw off his body, and hung the water cup around his waist again.
After putting these away, he patted the big bear's head.
Xiong Da looked back and then followed his footsteps.
Walking towards Lishan from the entrance of the village, I saw Li Tai and Yan Liben discussing something.
The Technical Institute is still under construction, mostly because of this aspect.
The construction of the college has entered the second half, and Li Tai can't wait to recruit the entire Ministry of Industry to Lishan.
Zhang Yang took Xiong Da to his home on the mountain and bathed him by the Huaqing Pool.
Little Qingqing was grounded. She was very unhappy and was fighting for bamboo with the panda at home.
Li Yue is giving a lecture to his younger brothers and sisters.
"You are really getting bigger and bigger." Zhang Yang opened his paws on his shoulders and raised his bear head. The bear was too heavy and it was uncomfortable to bear on him.
Washing it vigorously with the brush, Zhang Yang whispered: "We still need to cultivate more land. From now on, we will cultivate half an acre more every day. Look at how fat you have become. You need to lose weight."
The bear shook his head. He hated the water droplets hanging on his hair.
After brushing its fur, the bear lay on his shoulders willfully again, and Zhang Yang had to carry its weight and wash its paws.
"Xiao Hui! Xiao Wu"
"Coming." Xiaohui responded.
Xiao Wu also came out of the house.
Pointing to the two water basins on the side, Zhang Yang said again: "Pour water on Xiong Da."
After pouring two basins of water on it, it looked much cleaner.
Zhang Yang grabbed its hair and checked it, and after confirming that there was no skin disease, he pushed it into the Huaqing Pool.
One person and one bear swam in the pool for a long time, and Zhang Yang just thought of bathing himself.
It was almost lunch time when Zhang Yang came out of the pool and put on clean clothes.
Because His Majesty held a summer harvest celebration, Li Lizhi received the words from her mother. She took her younger brothers and sisters back to Chang'an City, and would live in Chang'an City for some time.
The house finally became quiet, and Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui helped Aunt Yang clean up the rooms where the princesses and princes lived.
Because of the incident in Nanzhao, the imperial court first prepared for rescue, but then felt disappointed after learning that the king of Nanzhao had abdicated.
The Lishan couple were very happy. They were planning to plan Nanzhao, and they also planned to send a few people to Nanzhao to have a look and try to develop industries in Nanzhao.
Nanzhao is far away from Guanzhong, in the warm south.
The geographical characteristics are very different, and Nanzhao should also have its own unique development.
Li Yue squinted her eyes and looked towards her husband with a face full of happiness, "Will I have to salute King Nanzhao from now on?"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath when he heard this, "No need."
Li Yue suddenly stood up and said: "I'm here to see King Nanzhao."
Looking at her charming smile again, Zhang Yang cleared his throat and said, "It doesn't have to be like this."
"I, how about making dumplings for your husband today?"
"Don't." Zhang Yang stopped hurriedly, "Hurry up and change back, I'm scared."
Hearing this, Li Yue held her stomach and laughed for a long time.
Zhang Yang scratched his head in distress, thinking it felt a bit like role-playing.
Aunt Wang came in a hurry and reported: "Monk Xuanzang, Marquis of the County, has received another letter."
The couple were originally sitting next to each other. When Li Yue saw her aunt coming, she straightened her expression, returned to her serious look, and sat with her eyes closed.
In front of her aunts, she is quite honest, otherwise she would be scolded by the two aunts.
"Huh? This is our Lishan paper." As soon as Zhang Yang touched the paper, he knew that it was made by himself, and the letter paper was wrapped in sheepskin.
Zhang Yang untied the rope binding the sheepskin and took out the letter paper inside.
Only then could I see Xuanzang's handwriting clearly. The content of the letter was very simple. He had transformed the woman Xu Jingzong sent to Dunhuang into a Buddhist woman. The woman had been sitting in front of the Buddha on weekdays.
She also told Xu Jingzong's arrangement. Xuanzang asked this woman to tell the true purpose of going to Dunhuang in front of the Buddha.
After learning the truth, monk Xuanzang not only did not drive her away, but accepted her.
From then on, the woman put aside her worries in the mortal world and knelt before the Buddha wholeheartedly.
The more Zhang Yang looked at him, the more serious his expression became. Speaking of which, these methods used to deal with Xuanzang seemed a bit rash.
The woman sent out to seduce Xuanzang not only failed, but was actually influenced by him.
"This monk Xuanzang's teachings are profound." Zhang Yang frowned and looked at it. Monk Xuanzang wrote this letter with a victor's attitude.
He is no longer young and energetic, and Zhang Yang is now in an extremely calm mood. Monk Xuanzang also said that Tian Khan's kindness was not true kindness, but was just a means for him to seek benefits.
Since it was about talking about people's hearts, Zhang Yang felt that Xuanzang's statement of moral supremacy was wrong, so he stood up and wrote below his words: You always classify people into categories, and what you mean is that each person has something unique.
character.
Say people are kind, cruel, smart, stupid, brave, cold, etc.
People are not like this... We always classify people according to this, which is not consistent with reality.
People are like rivers, they are wide in some places and narrow in others...
People often become less like themselves, but in fact, they are still the same.
Zhang Yang continued to write: Monk Xuanzang, I have not read many books. With my knowledge and insight, I cannot say such words, and I do not have such a high level. These words are from a man named Tolstoy.
Said.
Monk Xuanzang, what is the difference between the world you yearn for and the diary of a madman written by my teacher?
I vaguely remember that my enlightenment teacher told me about a man named Galileo Galilei, and I want to use it now to tell you that what you are pursuing should not be found in old scriptures.
What we should really pursue should be our own life, and should be involved in life. The masses are the real existence in this world.
So I dare to ask, what are you asking for? Is it your peace of mind?
You also have selfish motives, and you will never be able to transcend the mortal world.
After writing the letter, Zhang Yang put down the pen in his hand, dried the ink, and rewrapped it in parchment. "Please also ask aunt to give this letter to the monk who sent it."
Aunt Wang solemnly took the letter and said: "Another batch of firearms was sent from the village, including three hundred cannons and one hundred earth mines. General Li Jing said he wanted more, and the craftsmen in the blacksmith workshop made a lot of them.
The components have all been transported down the mountain."
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "Yes, I understand."
Auntie nodded with a smile and left with the letter.
"I don't know why, but after reading this reply from my husband, I always feel that my mind is much clearer."
As Li Yue spoke, she stretched and stood up.
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "This is all taught by my former teacher. His words always make people feel energetic."
"We also need to teach it to our younger brothers and sisters, as well as our children."
Seeing that his wife no longer called herself my concubine, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and she finally returned to normal.
The war with Dashi was imminent, and grain, grass and firearms were constantly sent to Persia.
But the Tang Dynasty was still very peaceful, and people seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of tranquility. There were Tubo people, Turks, and people from the Western Regions. They came to Chang'an City to learn the writing and classics of the Central Plains, and learn the Guanzhong dialect.
There are fewer and fewer soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, but the population of the Tang Dynasty is increasing.
Zhang Yang looked at the pumpkins growing in the fields. The fruits had already grown, and each one was only the size of an egg.
This is great progress and should be celebrated.
Putting on the straw hat he had knitted, Zhang Yang rolled up his sleeves and pulled a cart full of firearm primer parts up the mountain.
Under the dusk sky, from the other side of the field, I saw the man pulling the cart from a distance. He was walking very hard, pulling the goods up the mountain step by step. His footsteps were very solid and slow.
After pulling a cart, he sat down to rest for a while, wiped his sweat and continued pulling.
The perseverance and patience he showed were admirable. After two hours, five carts of goods were pulled away from the mountain.
While pulling the goods, his shoulders were so tight that they became red.
Li Yue took off her husband's coat and looked at the shocking red marks on his strong shoulders, which seemed to be about to overflow with blood.
Aunt Wang handed over the medicinal wine, "This is made by Dr. Sun with strong wine. He said it is best for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."
Li Yue hesitantly took the medicinal wine handed over by Aunt Wang. These days, the two aunts always visited Dr. Sun, and from time to time they would bring some medicinal materials, saying that they wanted to prepare for another child in the future.
The couple felt ashamed and didn't know how to refuse.
Li Yue poured some cooking wine on the cotton cloth, wiped it patiently, and asked: "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."
"From now on, let the soldiers outside the village handle these things. Don't they want firearms? Let them do it themselves."
Listening to her distressed words, Zhang Yang smiled and said: "It's been a long time since I exercised with such high intensity."
At night, Xiao Qingqing took Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui to sleep together.
Zhang Yang roasted some mutton, cut it into pieces, put it on a plate, and sprinkled some fine salt on it while the mutton was still hot.
Li Yue cut some courgettes, cooked some celery and put them on the table.
After pouring some wine into the bowl, she asked doubtfully: "Why do you want to drink?"
The celery cut into sections tastes good after being boiled, and it doesn't feel astringent in the mouth after being oiled.
Zhang Yang ate celery and said with a smile: "I went to see it. The pumpkins planted on the edge of the field have borne fruit. They look pretty good."
"That really should be celebrated."
Li Yue poured some wine into the wine bowl, took a sip while smelling the aroma of the wine, and sighed: "It's a pity that we have finished eating the grapes."
"Well, it was sold for six thousand guan, which is already a lot of money. Shangguanyi has harvested a lot of grape seeds and will expand planting next year."
"Yeah!" She nodded heavily, took another sip of wine, and her face began to turn red.
She still looks cute. She gave up drinking for a year before and after giving birth to her son. Now she finally has a taste of alcohol and is getting drunk very quickly.
Zhang Yang gave her a piece of mutton, "Don't just drink, eat more, otherwise you'll be hungry late at night."