Chapter 305 Guanshan is a long way to go, plan ahead
Li Siye thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking. He turned around and told Mei'er: "Get along well with me. Don't always take advantage of me. You can also give me something."
"Shall I give you something? What do we have at home?"
"Sending pepper."
He, Li Siye, can be regarded as an invisible rich man. He has two stones and eight buckets of pepper in his home in Qiuci, a box of Sasanian gold coins hidden in Chang'an's home, and a box of gold nuggets donated by Mansur in Congling.
How can you be stingy in your relationship? You must benefit him in the opposite direction.
He returned to his room, opened the bamboo basket, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it in front of the desk, preparing to organize his thoughts and organize the preparations for the establishment of the inn.
He poured a little water into the inkstone, held the ink stick and grinded it gently. Suddenly a white shadow flashed into the room, it was Twelve Niang. She quickly came to the case, grabbed the ink stick from his hand and said:
"Let me sharpen the ink for you."
Li Siye shrugged, and Twelve Niang pursed her lips and smiled. She felt that his action was indescribably cute. She lowered her head and held the ink stick between her bare hands, and gently turned it left and right.
After grinding the ink into ink, Twelve Niangs folded their hands and stood aside. Li Siye picked up the ink tube from the pen holder, soaked it with ink and paused on the paper. He felt a little guilty for a moment.
He wants to write in simplified Chinese characters, and after nine years of education, he has no impression of traditional Chinese characters. Once he puts pen to paper, won't it be a joke to Twelve Niangs?
Li Siye hesitated for a long time without writing, and slightly raised his eyes to look at Twelve Niangs. She stood quietly aside, as if she was waiting for her sweetheart to finish her words before opening her mouth to appreciate the compliments.
"Well, Twelfth Mother, why don't you and Mei'er go plant grapes together?"
"The grapes have been planted and we have to wait until next year for them to grow seedlings."
"Then we should build the grape trellis early."
"It won't be too late to build the shelf next year or the next year. I'll wait here for you to write first."
There's nothing I can do, it won't go away even if it's bombarded.
He had no choice but to write and pray that Twelfth Mother should be illiterate. She has been practicing swordplay since she was a child. Where would she have time to read and write?
The first sentence should be written about the preparation process of the Anxi-Qiuci and Yutian-line post stations. As soon as the word "Guan" was put on the paper, Twelve Niang's eyes widened and she couldn't calm down. What kind of word is this? My other half
Er? The handwriting is also crooked. I feel that Meng Tong, who has been in school for one year, can write better than him. It turns out that Li Lang is really illiterate.
She originally wanted to praise him a few words against her will, but now she can't even say anything against her will. It's too ugly.
"Ahem."
"What's wrong?" Li Siye turned around and asked her.
"Li Lang, what words are you going to write?"
"It's closed."
"That's not how Guan is written. There is a missing door outside."
She reached out and took the pen from his hand, and wrote a pass on the paper. The handwriting was beautiful, and she taught her earnestly: "Li Lang, you will be a general in the future. How can you not know how to write? When you are free,
You should study more."
These words made Li Siye somewhat ashamed. Although he did not go to famous schools such as 985 and 211, he was at least graduated from an ordinary university. When he came to the Tang Dynasty more than 1,500 years ago, he was diagnosed as illiterate.
"Twelfth Mother, you are right. I should take time out to study more. After all, you have to learn as long as you live. Why don't you write it for me?"
"Okay," Twelve Niang nodded solemnly. Li Siye gave up his position and stood up. She changed a piece of paper and knelt down in front of the desk.
"Well, regarding the preparation process for the Qixi Qiuci and Yutian two-line post stations, the first one is to post a notice in the four towns of Anxi, declaring that the former Chihe Post Director was guilty of robbing customers and being corrupt..."
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Three days later, the Anxi Protectorate posted notices in every city, town, and post station along the way. The content of the notice was only to announce the punishment of a small post director. This person had served at Chihe Post for five years and charged high fees from passing merchants.
Money, he has amassed eight million yuan. It is really shocking that petty officials are extremely corrupt.
The businessmen and travelers gathered in front of the city gate to watch and have a short conversation. If someone asked about it, they would inevitably sigh: "Hey, we businessmen are really not as good as postmasters at the post station. People only need to sit on the ground and raise the price.
The money poured into his pockets. I just caught one. Among the post stations on the Anxi Middle Road, which post director is not extremely rich?"
"No, the inns are also divided into locations. If they are not in dangerous places, if you are too aggressive, the merchants can travel all night and go somewhere else."
"That's right. If it were one of those desert and Gobi post stations on the Khotan Road, the life of the postmasters would be very miserable. It's totally different."
Li Siye stood not far away wearing a bamboo hat, listening to the different words of these vendors, smiling and nodding lightly.
Fifteen days later, the two towns of Kucha and Yanqi sent more than 8,000 people, organized into the Central Army and the Zuo Yuhou Army. Under the leadership of Tian Renwan, the military envoy of the four towns, they set off from Kucha to Shule Town, and then from
Shule transferred to Congling to complete the first stage of the march.
Li Siye led Tian Zhen, Tengmu, Duan Xiushi and other soldiers to stand on the hilltop near Tuojieguan on the Baima River, watching from a distance the army leading the horses towards Congling.
Seeing this situation, Tian Zhen couldn't help but feel depressed and sour in her heart. She murmured resentfully: "General Li, General Li Zhonglang, we are following you. Is this road getting narrower and narrower? Will there be no way out in the end?"
Can we leave?"
Li Siye pretended not to know and asked, "How do you say this?"
"What do you mean? There are ten battalions of custody officers under the jurisdiction of the Qiuci Governor's Mansion. Why are you the only one left? Others followed Tian Zhongcheng on the expedition to Xiaobolu. After the success, they came back and were promoted to at least one level. We will follow you to post some notices and build something.
What merit can you get from the inn? How can it compare with the merit earned by killing the enemy and beheading him?"
Li Siye laughed and said, "Are you jealous? There is no big or small credit, only success or failure. Many people hope to do big things in a big way, but they don't know that countless small things can be gathered together to form a tower, and a lot of achievements can be achieved."
Tian Zhen said loudly: "It's easy to say that you can gather sand to build a tower. Life spans only a few decades, and the years will pass before the tower is built. Doing small things will only be buried. Only earth-shaking major events can make people famous and leave their names in history."
"If you can't do small things well, how can big things come to you? You should slowly experience it yourself and reflect on it."
Li Siye whipped his whip and rode his horse, and rushed down the slope first, shouting an order to the soldiers behind him: "You all spread out and distribute the notices along the post road and paste them at every post station, military town, large and small along the way.
In the city, after completion, return to Kucha City and report back to me."
The Anxi Protectorate had craftsmen dispatched as supervisors. Li Siye asked the craftsmen to draw two designs of the post station based on the different environments of the Middle Road and the South Road. The forest resources on the Middle Road were rich and easy to cut down nearby, so he designed the top of the Central Plains Hanging Mountain.
If the conditions are not met, the roofs can be thatched, but the sturdiness and layout of the houses must be strictly in accordance with the drawings.
There are few trees on the Gobi Desert in Khotan and the sun shines for a long time. Taking this into consideration, the craftsmen adopted a Western-style flat-roofed house design. The sandstone that can be seen everywhere on the Gobi Desert can be used as chisel roof beams, and the fine loess is used to ram enough
Thick walls are used to isolate temperature differences, windows are designed to be smaller, and where conditions permit, the walls can be raised to create a small fortress.
All businessmen who come to sign a contract agreement with him must strictly carry out construction in accordance with the design drawings. He has added modern contract concepts to it, and every clause and every paragraph has been carefully considered, and there will never be any loopholes for people with ulterior motives to exploit.
In order to ensure openness and transparency, Li Siye specially ordered people to move several desks to the courtyard of the Duhu Mansion, and directed several subordinates to work during the day, while he sat quietly on the sheep felt under the eaves, and Xue Meier also did it
I drank tea and sencha. Although the taste of the brewed tea was very bad, it had a different flavor of being complacent. Now I was waiting for businessmen and travelers to take the bait.
On the third day after the announcement was posted, no one came to the door. He sat under the eaves and drank tea all day long.
The fourth day, the fifth day...until the seventh day, still no one came.