For the lunch meal, the so-called goose stewed in an iron pot was brought in. Almost ten people were full of food, but in the end they still couldn't finish it.
Zhu Qi is also thinking about bringing this dish to Dongshan Restaurant, and he is much smarter than his brother.
In fact, there is relatively little meat in this era. Beef is basically unavailable, pork is not available on the table, and mutton is too expensive. Fish can only be eaten as sashimi, braised in soy sauce, and stewed in soup, all of which require oil, and there are no suitable ones.
The seasonings couldn't suppress the fishy smell.
On the contrary, chicken and duck meat are more common, and for this goose stew in an iron pot, Li Shan had to adjust the ingredients several times before he succeeded.
After drinking and eating, everyone dispersed. Zhu Wei left Ling Jing and Ma Zhou behind, and said with a smile: "We are going to patrol the outskirts of the village in the afternoon, and we also ask Mr. Ling and Mr. Ma to stay temporarily."
In the backyard, Mrs. Zhu also sent Mother Su away and turned into a side room. She frowned when she saw her son lazily leaning on a chair and picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"Mother, mother." Li Shan quickly threw away the toothpick and said with a smile: "We are all from our own family, so we are wild..."
Ling Jing sneered and said: "The person in front and the person behind are like two people. Is this what a gentleman does?"
Ma Zhou glanced at Li Shan, who was serious, and reminded in a low voice, "I'm not talking about the people behind me, but the people in front of me."
Li Shan was stunned for a moment before he realized that the old man Ling Jing was mocking him for pretending in front of others, what a bastard!
Zhu Wei coughed twice and said, "Mr. Ling moved to Chang'an. Zhujiagou is lucky. He will build a house in the spring of next year..."
Most of the refugees from Lei Jing's group had already built new houses. In fact, in the past six months, many families in Zhujiagou have built new houses and renovated them. However, the houses of the refugees are relatively simple. Ling Jing's group of refugees have built new houses.
If people want to build a new house, this will definitely not be the case.
"That's it for the others. The Su family doesn't need to change. After all, it's just mother and son. The Ling family can just expand on the same spot." Ling Jing has obviously considered it, "Li's house is at the west end of the village, and two hundred steps further west is Suntan.
In the meantime, we can build more houses, and let Huairen's personal guards live in them."
"For example, Zhu Ba, Zhu Shitou, and Zhao all moved to Suntan. Even if the whole family did not move, the bodyguards themselves had to move."
"The remaining ones are expanded outwards at the east end of the village, and the roads are slightly repaired."
"Qi Liu, Fan Shiyi, and Wang Junhao all have people around them, so they all broke up and lived together."
As Ling Jing spoke, he took out a drawing from his arms. Li Shan glanced at it and said with a smile, "It must have been drawn by Bahao!"
Ma Zhou was holding back his laughter. Bahao is Ling Jing's six-year-old grandson... wasn't it because Ling Jing scolded you a few days ago that your handwriting was like a child's graffiti?
Ling Jing was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys and slowly explained the layout. Zhu Wei's expression changed slightly. He was a veteran and soon discovered that this layout almost transformed Zhujiagou into a fortress.
The few two exits are blocked by more than a dozen houses, and the Li family house at the west end of the village is almost surrounded.
The large tracts of fertile farmland in the south require the excavation of a river channel that should not be too shallow or too narrow. Although it is not long, the amount of work is not small.
Zhu Wei smacked his lips, "Is this necessary?"
"We are all our own people here..." Ling Jing glanced at Li Shan, "You must be on guard."
In Ling Jing's view, as long as possible, Li Dewu would try various methods to make his eldest son disappear, including secretly sending assassins, or taking advantage of chaos to attract bandits to attack, not to mention the threat of Turks to Hedong and Guanzhong.
has always existed.
Zhu Wei nodded silently and said hesitantly: "I'm afraid there won't be enough money in the public accounts to dig river channels and build new houses."
Ling Jing shook his head slightly, "Fan Shiyi, Qi Liu, Zhu Shitou, Zhu Ba and others have all joined Huairen's family. The cost of the new house should be borne by the Li family. The money for digging the river can be allocated from the public account."
"I'm afraid that adding both sides together won't be enough..." Zhu Wei explained a few words with a wry smile.
In the past six months, Dongshan Temple and Dongshan Restaurant have made huge profits, but on the one hand, Zhu Wei has been buying fertile land on the other side of the Jing River, spending a lot of money. The Li family is also buying fertile land. Zhu wants to fulfill his previous promise to his guards. On the other hand,
The money in the public account has been used to purchase grain and rice, which is secretly stored in the inner treasury of Dongshan Temple.
All in all, just building a new house can barely support it, but if you also need to level roads and dig rivers, it is definitely not enough.
Ling Jing listened expressionlessly, then turned to look at Li Shan, "When you were still in Guantao, you claimed to have the art of Tao Zhu."
Do you need me now?
Li Shan leaned back lazily on his chair and said with a smile, "This is easy to hear!"
Sensing Zhu's displeased gaze, Li Shan quickly changed his sitting position and said, "Building a new house... actually doesn't have to be that troublesome. I wonder if Uncle Qi can find craftsmen who bake the green bricks?"
"Blue bricks?" Zhu Wei's eyes widened, "Firing green bricks is very expensive and takes a long time!"
In the Tang Dynasty, the houses of the lower class were mainly built with wood and stone as the main building materials. The better blue bricks were used for dignitaries, and the top blue bricks and agarwood were used in the palace. Even the most common mud bricks were used in the palace.
Bricks are not for ordinary people either.
In a word, masonry structures were mainly popular in upper floors, pagodas, and temples in this era.
But in later generations, many villages had brick kilns and brick factories, especially in the 1990s. In his previous life, Li Shan went to work in brick factories during the summer vacation. I can’t say how many high-quality bricks he produced, but ordinary ones could build houses.
, shouldn’t be difficult.
Of course, in this life, there are no standardized brick factories, only brick kilns... This requires Zhu Wei's help.
After listening to Li Shanlue's two explanations, Ling Jing was stunned. He knew what you had learned as early as in Shandong. He didn't know until he came to Zhujiagou. You really weren't bragging. Dongshan Restaurant is already famous. I didn't expect you could even bake bricks.
Understand?
You are young, do you have so much time to learn this and that?
Zhu Wei thought for a moment and then said: "I'll go and ask first. As long as it doesn't involve the blue bricks in the palace, it shouldn't be difficult to find such craftsmen."
Li Shan knew that Zhu Wei was probably going to ask the person behind him. According to his seniority, he should be called uncle.
Li Shan was a little uncomfortable. He knew that before Li Dewu joined the East Palace, Zhu Wei and Zhu secretly hoped that he would join the East Palace. Logically speaking, this uncle's status should not be too low.
However, Li Shan went south with his army and had vaguely inquired about Wei Zheng in Wuling County. After Wei Zheng visited Shandong, Li Shan specifically inquired and found that there was not... at least not an important person named Zhu in the East Palace.
Who is this?
Zhu Shi smiled reluctantly and got up and found an excuse to go out. Ma Zhou lowered his head and stared at the ground at his feet without saying a word.
Ling Jing didn't know this, nor did he notice the strange atmosphere in the room. He thought about it in his mind for a while, shook his head and said: "Even if bricks and stones can be made, I'm afraid it won't be enough. Digging rivers requires a lot of manpower, and after spring,
, all villagers have to farm, and there may not be enough manpower.”
"You can sell the fired bricks and stones if you don't use them up." Ma Zhou said with a smile: "As long as it's not too expensive, not to mention the countryside, even in Chang'an City... there are 108 squares, of which seven or eight squares in the west of the city are wild land.
"
Ling Jing continued to shake his head, "You can't estimate it like this. What if the bricks are not fired smoothly? What if they are sold and no one comes to buy them?"
"After all, we are still short of money!" Zhu Wei hesitated for a while, "Da Lang, how about selling part of the grain and rice in the secret warehouse of Dongshan Temple?"
"You can't make up your mind!" Li Shan immediately flatly refused, "We can't stop buying grain and rice. It's the end of the year and there will be no supply in the future. We can slow down a little, but we can't stop!"