While the others were eating normal food, Li Yi roasted streaky pork for Princess Yongmu.
Xiao Lan blinked her eyes and carefully looked at Princess Yongmu.
She acted coquettishly once, but she didn't expect Li Yi to really hug her.
Since she was young, she had never dared to have extravagant hopes.
She was afraid that if she fought for favor, she would make Princess Yongmu unhappy.
Princess Yongmu didn't think so much at all. She was waiting to eat meat.
Li Yi gently brushed the oil. The charcoal fire in the barbecue tank was very small, so they roasted it slowly. Otherwise, they would get sick of it.
The others didn't disturb them and watched from a distance.
Empress Wang didn't eat too much at night, mainly vegetables and protein.
She also ate less fruits. Otherwise, there would be too much water in her body at night, which would affect her kidney function.
Wu Jieyu drank pork shoulder soup in advance before eating. It had little salt, which was good for milk production. In order to adjust the taste, she ate sweet garlic.
Tomorrow morning, she would eat fish porridge, eel, and soybeans cooked together.
She didn't eat tofu, so she followed along. There was a small physiological problem, and she was afraid that it would increase stomach acid.
The milk that she should drink was stopped, including steamed buns and other noodles. Tomorrow morning, she would eat eel porridge with rice.
The night passed, and the team hurried on in the morning. A group of people sat on the sleigh and began to sing folk songs and small tunes.
Princess Yongmu was a little tired. She woke up in the morning and ate braised pork and big steamed buns.
Now, she was eating hawthorn meatballs, and her eyes were narrowed.
"Actually, you can drink some warm water." Li Yi knew that the steamed buns would be digested faster if she drank warm water.
"No, burping now will taste like braised pork." Princess Yongmu was reluctant.
"If you burp again, it will taste like hawthorn." Li Yi told the truth.
"Braised pork and hawthorn." Princess Yongmu insisted.
Nothing happened that day. The next morning, Wang Wei's team caught up.
He brought a group of maids and guards and caught up with the team alone, giving people a feeling of loneliness.
That was what Li Yi thought. Wasn't that what was written in the information?
If it was Li Bai, it wouldn't be a problem. Li Bai often traveled alone, but he could always find a place to drink.
If it was Wang Wei, he would always travel with a large group of people.
Just like his mother, he made a 'simple' place for her. It was similar to the Drunken Immortal Residence in Lantian County, except that it didn't have a hot spring.
Meng Haoran was also described as pitiful. However, no matter how pitiful he was, he still had the money to go out for a stroll.
The one who was truly pitiful was Du Fu. Du Fu's elders were also officials, but his family's life was not good.
In other words, he did not know how to manage land, nor was he good at business.
A person who didn't know how to manage land and business said that he wanted to take the imperial examination and lead the people of the Tang dynasty to live a good life.
Was there something wrong with this? Cultivate the body, unify the family, govern the country, and pacify the world.
Life is so difficult for your family. If you become an official, are you sure you can lead the people to live a good life?
In history, Du Fu was an official, but he didn't have any achievements.
"Alas!" Li Yi shook his head and shook off the matter of Du Fu. He met Wang Wei again.
"Greetings, Doctor Li." Wang Wei suddenly became calm and didn't mention anything about zen.
"There are still many people who are not living well, right? Especially those who are sick in Grief Field Square. When the weather turns cold, they will be affected by the air pressure. Some people will fall down and never wake up again. "
Li Yi stared into Wang Wei's eyes and asked. He could imagine what Wang Wei had experienced.
Didn't Wang Wei like Zen Dao? Now that he knew that people were dying around him, what zen could he free himself from?
Persuade himself to believe in fate? Or attribute all of this to the Way of Heaven?
If Wang Wei really thought that way, Li Yi would have given up on him.
That kind of thinking was an escape, using all kinds of metaphysics to comfort himself.
If he couldn't solve the real problem, the people would still suffer.
Wang Wei kept nodding. He looked at Li Yi seriously and was a little afraid.
Just as Li Yi said, he was greatly moved after understanding the situation.
When he caught up with Wang Wei, Li Yi seemed to be able to calculate.
"What is air pressure?" Wang Wei thought for a while and asked the question in his heart.
"Air pressure! Alas! You can slowly learn from me in the future. It's not easy to explain now. "
Li Yi wanted to say that air pressure was the pressure of the atmosphere.
What if Wang Wei asked what was the atmosphere? He still had to explain that the atmosphere was the combined gas around the Earth that couldn't fly out due to the influence of gravity.
Wang Wei was sure that he would ask what the Earth was and what gravity was.
He couldn't possibly tell him what the Earth was and that gravity was related to mass.
Then …
Things wouldn't end there. One thing after another.
Wang Wei was a little disappointed. He thought that Li Yi wasn't willing to teach him.
"I'll give you a few books later. You can read them and ask me if you don't know." Li Yi patted Wang Wei's shoulder helplessly.
Wang Wei was happy again. He felt that Li Yi was finding it troublesome.
In fact, that was indeed the case. If he asked questions, how should he explain?
…
The team was getting closer and closer to Hong Nong. Lan Bao's emotions were fluctuating violently.
The Winged Knights caught up and gave Li Yi a letter from the Li Family Zhuangzi.
Li Yi opened the letter and was stunned.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he passed the letter back to Li Longji.
Li Longji didn't want to read it. But since it was the Li Family Zhuangzi's letter, he couldn't help but read it out of curiosity.
"The snow covers the ice in the Ba River, the sun shines on the pine trees. Dogs bark in the chimney smoke, chickens crow in the frost. The vegetables in the greenhouse are green, but the fruit in the greenhouse is still green. Xiangyang has no such intention, but Jingzhao walks alone. "
Li Longji finished reading. He thought for a while and said, "Idyllic poem."
"Meng Haoran is here. He's the one who signed the letter. He improvised a poem."
Li Yi was very happy. Another one had come. Meng Haoran didn't wander around Dongting Lake.
Then come, let's arrange the official positions together. Meng Haoran, aren't you the president? There's even a county magistrate for you. Do you want to go?
A county magistrate's rank is a little low, but it's not as high as a village official right?
A student can go to a village to be an official. You, who didn't pass the Imperial Examinations, can be a county magistrate? Don't say you're not satisfied.
Li Yi decided that as long as a famous scholar in history came, he wouldn't need to find someone else. He would first be a county magistrate.
There were twenty counties outside the capital. Any county magistrate or registrar would do.
If you don't want to be a county magistrate, you can take the Imperial Examination. If you pass, you'll be given an official position. Do you think you can get a higher position than a county magistrate?
If you don't want to be a county magistrate, what do you want to be?
Is it really like what Princess Yongmu said? Do you want to be a county magistrate after taking the Imperial Examination?
Do you think you're full of ideas for governing the country? What am I?
What are you going to use to help me govern the country? Use the money I earn from helping the Ministry of Revenue to govern the country?
"Brother Yi, you want to see him?" Li Longji didn't care about poems.
If he wanted, all the ministers, assistant ministers and doctors could write poems.
Zaifu's poems were better, but he didn't have the time to write them. If Zaifu spent all day writing poems, he would let him write poems. Zaifu should quit.
"Send someone to bring him over. I can meet him. Hong Nong will stay for a few days. I have something to do."
Li Yi wanted to see Meng Haoran. Meng Haoran's idyllic poem was good.
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