"Those who plant lotuses are rich. Xiao Yi, how much money did you make from your lotuses?"
When the Japanese Empire invited Changsun Wanyun for a meal, Bi Goo went to the Li Family Zhuangzi again.
He wanted to ask if it was possible to plant lotuses in the water network and harvest lotus seeds, leaves, and roots.
"The lotuses in the big pond behind the Drunken Immortal Residence in Lantian County? It didn't make any money. The lotus seeds aren't ripe yet. They still need half a month to mature. "
Li Yi knew which lotus Bi Goo was talking about. There were ponds and lotuses in Zhuangzi, but there weren't many of them. They were mainly for ornamental purposes.
The Drunken Immortal Residence was the most densely planted area. The Xu Family also planted lotuses.
The lotus seeds would be harvested in half a month, and the roots would be harvested in three months.
"Lotus leaves can make money. Someone found a low-lying land and planted lotuses there. They plucked some leaves and sold them for money.
The big and complete ones cost 10 yuan. The smaller ones cost 15 yuan. The smaller ones cost 20 yuan. There are so many leaves.
In the past, they didn't need money. Now, everything depends on money. People's hearts! "
Bi Goo felt that the big leaves of lotuses shouldn't be sold. If people plucked them, then so be it.
It was like planting watermelons and cantaloupes. If passersby were thirsty, they could sit at a small table in front of the melon seller. The seller would treat them to a meal.
But if they wanted to take it away, they had to pay for it.
The purpose of doing this was to advertise and let the other party have a taste of the melons.
The other reason was to take the moral high ground. If you steal my melons or play dirty tricks, then you are in the wrong.
"Old Bi, contracting the low-lying land costs money. Why didn't the government say it was free? The government! "Li Yi said in the same tone.
The land was specially reserved for planting lotuses. They hoped that their lives would improve. They didn't need to spend money to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
It should be said now. After all, West Lake in June, the scenery …
When Li Yi thought of this poem, he was stunned.
He remembered that this poem wasn't about the scenery. It was a farewell poem.
It was during the Southern Song Dynasty. The capital was in Hangzhou.
Yang Wanli wrote two farewell poems for Lin Zifang. Lin Zifang was an official in Hangzhou.
One was "After all, the West Lake is in June." The other was "The moon is still waning in the West Lake, the lotus flowers swaying among the willows." Red Fragrance World Cool Country, South Mountain but North Mountain.
They all advised Lin Zifang not to go out and to stay in Hangzhou.
After all, West Lake said that it was the middle of June in Hangzhou. The benefits were different from the surrounding areas. One could get in touch with the Emperor from above. Only by being beside the Emperor could one find a way out.
Another one said that the moon was no longer round outside Hangzhou, and the lotus area was livelier than the willow forest. This side is Hongxiang, and that side is cool and refreshing. How can you go to North Mountain when there is a shortcut to South Mountain?
Yang Wanli had written two farewell poems to persuade Lin Zifang to stay.
At Li Yi's time, many people thought that after all, the West Lake in June was the poem of persuasion, while the West Lake in June was the real poem of farewell.
Li Yi, on the other hand, thought that the two songs were the same. Neither of them was a sincere farewell.
"Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi." Bi Goo called out. He found that Li Yi was always absent-minded.
"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves that reach the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are different. "Li Yi heard someone calling out to him, so he read the poem out.
"Good, what a good 'the lotus leaves that reach the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are different.'" Li Longji suddenly said at the side.
Princess Yongmu looked at Li Yi with bright eyes and said proudly.
"Xiao Yi is thinking of a poem. She came up with it in just a few breaths." Noble Consort Lu praised.
"Where is West Lake?" Li Dan wanted to know the place.
"Hangzhou, Wulin Water." Li Yi was depressed. Why did he say it out carelessly? West Lake in Hangzhou was now called Wulin Water.
It was only called West Lake when it was Lao Bai's time. After that, Su Shi ran over and repaired it, saying it was called West Lake again. He repaired the Su Causeway.
"It should indeed be called West Lake. It's settled then." Empress Wang put her hand on the head of her son who was sitting beside her and said.
"It's settled." The little boy agreed.
"It's settled." Bi Goo was depressed. He came over to ask if lotus flowers could be planted in the water net, but then he heard a poem.
"Xiao Yi, you said to plant …"
"No." Li Yi interrupted Bi Goo without waiting for him to finish. He knew what Bi Goo meant.
"Why?" Bi Goo wanted to make more money.
"Boats. Old Bi, the water net is used for irrigation and boats. What are you planting? Aren't there two ponds in Chang 'an? Besides, it doesn't cost money to pick the leaves. "
"Even if it doesn't cost money, you can't pluck with all your might. Lotus seeds won't grow after plucking them. Lotus seeds are now considered medicine and are under the control of the imperial court."
Bi Goo looked at the others when he spoke. He felt depressed. In this group of people, everyone had a higher status than him.
"Eat." When the little boy who had a higher status than Bi Goo heard about lotus seeds, his saliva flowed down. He quickly wiped it with the big handkerchief in front of his chest.
Princess Yongmu looked at her brother's chubby little face and couldn't help but reach out to hug him and press her face against his.
"Wen Tian, press against me. My face is quite tender now. Try it." Li Yi wanted to move closer.
"Uh-huh!" Li Longji and Bi Goo said at the same time.
"It's really tender." Li Yi stopped and touched his face with his hand, feeling very regretful.
"Let's eat." Noble Consort Lu said with a smile.
The dishes were served. The spring pancakes were a bunch of shredded and fried shredded so that they could be rolled up and eaten.
Three years ago, the Li Family Zhuangzi began to appear. Now, it was popular in many places.
Originally, it was eaten on the first day of spring, but now, it could be eaten at any time.
Stir-fried bean sprouts with dried tofu, stir-fried shredded pork with cowpeas, stir-fried eggs with shredded garlic or chives, stir-fried shredded pork with shredded pickles, stir-fried cabbage with shredded vermicelli …
Everyone was rolling up. The little boy was anxious. Could it be that this was too difficult?
He looked at Li Yi. What should he do? Help me roll it up?
Li Yi reached out and picked up a pancake. Then, he used his chopsticks to pick up some vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth. Then, he took a bite of the pancake.
The little boy nodded. He understood. He also reached out to grab the pancake.
Li Yi actually ate like this at that time. He didn't want to roll it up. If he rolled it up, he would have to take a big bite every time.
He didn't eat hamburgers or sandwiches because he needed a big mouth.
The spring pancakes now were the same as the spring pancakes when he first started. They were big, at least one foot in diameter.
When the pancakes were baked, layers of dough were rolled together. As the pancakes were baked, they were peeled off.
Later, they became very small. The pancake shop didn't bake the pancakes themselves. They bought them.
The person who sold the pancakes was a boundless iron cylinder. The person who made the pancakes grabbed a ball of dough and wiped it on the flat surface. In a second, the pancakes were cooked. Then, they were peeled off and wiped again.
Later, a machine was produced. It was even faster. The pancakes were very small and used in restaurants.
When the pancakes were big, he would be full after eating a few mouthfuls. Who would he sell the vegetables to?
Li Yi didn't sell them. The pancakes were bigger. The little boy grabbed them and gnawed along the edges.
He couldn't reach the vegetables. He pointed with his chopsticks. "This, that, it, what?"
Princess Yongmu helped him put the pancakes on the plate in front of him. The little boy ate happily. He wasn't picky about food.
In the beginning, children weren't picky about food. They would eat anything as long as it was edible.
For example, the little boy didn't like celery. It was too strenuous to chew. He was the only one who ate celery.
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