After nearly half a year of reconstruction, the small village renamed Sun Moon Lake has changed drastically. Li Shan disliked that the red brick paving could easily attract water accumulation, so he specially paved a walking path with gravel, diagonally passing through the village.
Passing by the foot of Dongshan Mountain, all the way around to the Suntan area.
I often take walks on the trails on weekdays. Sometimes I go up the mountain to visit Princess Nanyang, and sometimes I enjoy the scenery outside the village. For this purpose, I even built a pavilion beside the gravel path at the west end of the village.
Xiaoman held a bamboo tube and poured a glass of cold water, "Mr. Lang is really strange. He likes drinking but not tea."
Sitting on the stone bench, Li Shan smiled and said: "Tea contains five flavors, sour, salty, bitter and fresh... I only want a cup of water."
Well, actually there are far more than just five flavors, there is also hemp... last time I saw Sichuan peppercorns in the tea cup at Changsun's house.
During this period, Li Shan was in a good mood.
In the past two years, we were like weak grass in the wind or duckweed in the rain. We could only drift with the tide and work hard to survive.
Now I finally have some weight. Although the road ahead is still not smooth, after all, I am no longer walking barefoot.
After Su Dingfang followed Chai Shao on his expedition to Longyou Road, Li Shan only went to the Imperial Medical Office to teach, and then inquired about the wounded anywhere in and around Chang'an... There was no other way, so he had to let those students practice their skills.
In addition, Li Shan stayed in the small village of Sun Moon Lake and basically did not go out. Li Kai, Wang Renbiao, Zhang Wenguan, Fang Yizhi and other friends occasionally came to visit, but Li Shan never went out to socialize... This
This earned him a rare compliment from Ling Jing.
In Ling Jing's words, you, Li Huairen, are restless... you are born to be restless, and things will happen wherever you go, and they are basically all related to you.
Well, in other words, disaster star!
When Ling Jing returned to Chang'an from Shandong half a year ago, Ling Jing and Li Shan agreed to keep to themselves... But in the next few months, Li Shan danced so high... just because he was afraid that others wouldn't see it!
Therefore, during this period of time, Li Shan kept to himself...Ling Jing felt that he was able to control him well.
Because the city of Chang'an has been very uneasy recently, King Luo Yi of Yan County, after injuring King Wu Du Fuwei, continued to attack and frequently clashed with several generals of the Prince of Qin's Palace.
The unlucky Fang Xuanling now has no official position and his left thumb was broken in a conflict.
Now it's good, it's really as famous as Du Ruhui... The latter's little finger on his right hand was damaged by Yin Defei's father Yin Ah Shu.
Ling Jing was really afraid that Li Shan, who had his own buff, would be involved...it would not be easy to handle at that time.
Thinking of this, Li Shan couldn't help but smile... I do keep to myself, but I don't have to keep to myself. Those guys always go to Pingkangfang to have a drink, dance, write, recite poems and compose.
Hey, although there is still a lot in stock, I have to keep it for use. I am not yet twenty years old this year, and quite a few of them can only be used on specific occasions.
By the way, almost half of the inventory is composed of words... Li Shan carefully inquired and found that there was no so-called long and short sentences in the Tang Dynasty.
In addition, I don’t know if this kind of literary meeting will limit the rhyme, and where will Li Shan go... Maybe he found some excuses and hunkered down in Zhuangzi and refused to show his face.
The more I thought about Li Shan, the more I felt resentful. If it hadn't been for Li Dewu, would I have ended up in this situation?!
I never planned to become famous for my poetry!
As for using pinyin to write down those poems that have left a lasting mark on history, it is just for fear that I will forget everything about my previous life in the future...it is just a memory!
After drinking two glasses of water, the two of them walked slowly along the gravel road. Xiaoman beside him was chirping, his voice was clear and sweet. Li Shan couldn't help but think about it in his mind. Xiaoman came here two years ago. He was thirteen years old at the time and fifteen now.
Years old, if you count the virtual age, it should be sixteen years old... that's about right, right?
Walking all the way to the south of the village, a not too wide river appeared in sight. Li Shan stopped by the river and looked down. The river was gurgling and crystal clear, but unfortunately there were no fish.
Su Dingfang and Ling Jing agreed to excavate this river that day. The amount of the project was not large. It was connected to the village's diversion canal and pools at both ends, and was connected to the small river in the neighboring village and directly connected to the Jing River.
The amount of the project is not large, but it is not small in this era where we can only rely on labor. In the first half of the year, we often saw young people from all over the country coming to work in their spare time in exchange for some copper coins... but the clay they dug was
They have all been fired into turning heads. In recent times, thanks to the small officials and craftsmen who will serve as supervisors, the sales of red bricks in Chang'an City are very good, and they have made a lot of money.
Looking up, across the river was a flat farmland. A breeze blew by, causing the crops in the field to sway... Li Shan thought it was wheat before, and was surprised. Why was the wheat so tall?
I know this is millet.
The so-called millet is what is later known as millet in the secular world.
Li Shan was born in a rural area, and he was not a young man who never touched the spring water. However, his hometown in his previous life basically did not grow wheat. The main crops were rice, beans, sorghum, sugar cane, corn, and mulberry.
When King Renbiao came to visit a few days ago, Li Shan learned about it when he asked about relevant matters. In this era, ordinary farmers in Guanzhong mainly grew millet and broomcorn millet, that is, millet and yellow rice. There were also many who grew wheat, but they were mainly concentrated in large households.
in hand.
The reason is also very simple. When the government levies taxes, it collects corn. Only in places where millet cannot be grown, rice and wheat are allowed to be paid. If wheat is grown in Guanzhong, it must be replaced by corn. As soon as it goes in and out, ordinary farmers will suffer a lot.
Small... only wealthy people will eat wheat food, after all, the taste is much better.
While he was thinking about it, Xiao Man, who was picking flowers and singing by the river, suddenly straightened up and said, "Lang Jun, Ma Zhou is here."
Li Shan turned around and saw Ma Zhou coming quickly. Now Su Dingfang is marching west with the army, Ling Jing has to go to Tiance Mansion every day, Li Shan himself has to go to the Imperial Medical Office to teach, and Ma Zhou is drunk and dreaming every day... Now Zhuangzi has already
It no longer sells wine, but it still produces wine, which is prepared for the trauma department.
Having seen so many drunken Ma Zhou, Li Shan sometimes really suspected that he was a man with the same name... How did this guy get promoted during the Zhenguan period and become the prime minister in white clothes? Could it be that Li Shimin was blind?
"Someone else sent a delivery note..."
"I haven't been feeling well recently..." Li Shan said casually: "I use this reason too often... Or maybe I've just been busy thinking about it recently."
Ma Zhou coughed twice, "I'm afraid it's hard to refuse this time."
"Um?"
"There is a message from the palace that we will have a banquet at noon tomorrow."
Li Shan snorted. He hadn't entered the palace for a long, long time. The fish bag given by Li Yuan himself was basically unused... Of course, there were many other reasons why he didn't want to enter the palace.
For example, Li Jiancheng, Li Shimin, Cui Xin, who was scolded the last time he entered the palace... Just before that day, Li Shan was almost dragged to Pingkangfang, got drunk and wrote
Next great poem.
Well, from that day on, Li Shan shrank in the village and refused to show off... not because he was afraid of being caught by Cui Xin again.