"Highland barley!" Qin Li and Zhang Xiaosong said at the same time.
"Didn't Li Yi give us a few crops that can be planted?" Wang Junkui was concerned about the valuable crops.
"Highland barley is best eaten by people and horses. As for the other crops, we'll consider them after we plant them." Qin Li had already been instructed by Li Yi before he came.
Other crops were inferior to highland barley, which was the main food crop of the plateau.
Other crops such as soybeans were considered supplements.
"It's almost the New Year. Let's plant the snow lotuses." Zhang Xiaosong reminded them. There were still many snow lotuses locally.
However, he knew that the Tang dynasty needed more. They planted them artificially and then transplanted them outside.
Including other medicinal herbs, they planted everything that could be planted.
"Li Yi, it's best if you can always maintain a profitable business. Otherwise, the soldiers will feel uneasy!"
Zhang Zhongliang was very clear about the amount of food that was consumed every day. A few years ago, it was unimaginable.
The army was stationed in Tubo, and Baggage was endless.
Rather than saying that the current situation was a result of fighting, it was better to say that it was a result of throwing money.
Money was used to make hot air balloons, explosives, sky-scraping monkeys, and kerosene.
Then, money was used to buy all kinds of things and hire people to deliver them.
The better the food the soldiers ate, the greater the pressure they felt. They were worried that the imperial court would run out of money one day.
"There's no need to worry about money." Qin Li did not think about money. The Li Family Zhuangzi's money could easily supply the border.
Then, he said, "The most important thing now is to lead the new tribes well. Try to teach them as much as possible to speak the Tang dynasty language and make them recognize the Tang dynasty."
"The New Year is a good time. In the past, Tubo did not celebrate the same New Year as the Tang dynasty. From this year onwards, all the local festivals of the Tang dynasty will be celebrated."
Zhang Xiaosong came up with an idea to educate the people, starting from the traditional aspects.
"Reporting, the Secretariat of the Central Secretariat." A voice came from outside the room.
"Come in!" Guo Zhiyun said.
The Secretariat's official document was sent in. First, he looked at the lacquer seal, cut it open, and took out the document.
"He said to let the people who have just submitted to us weave wool products and collect animal dung for fertilizer. They are not allowed to burn it, and they are also allowed to capture wild donkeys."
Guo Zhiyun read through it and shared it with the others.
Everyone took a look and saw that the work was done. There was no need to collect ice anymore.
"Before the Chinese New Year, other supplies were sent over. Radishes, pickled cabbage, and kimchi." Zhang Xiaosong smacked his lips after reading it.
He loved to eat the pickled vegetables from Sichuan, and the big radish was suitable to be stewed in the pressure cooker.
"Big radishes do consume a lot of energy." Wang Junkui was also craving the radishes.
He put in two pieces of meat and stewed the radish. When he took a sip of the stewed soup, he felt like he was floating.
Just as he finished speaking, the smell of stewed radish wafted out.
"It's almost noon! There are radishes to eat again. Good! "Zhang Zhongliang sniffed, as if he was waiting for the radishes to stew.
In the past, when he was at the provincial governor's place, he didn't like to eat big radishes. He would only eat them when he had no other choice. The main reason was that he found radishes bitter.
Later, he found out that the skin of the big radish was removed first, and then it wouldn't be bitter when stewed.
Moreover, the radish skin was even more delicious when soaked in vinegar.
The radishes were indeed being stewed outside. Some of them were already stewed, and they were first put into a big bucket to keep them warm. They would be eaten in turns when it was time to eat.
There was yak meat stew, mutton stew, wolf meat, venison, antelope meat …
No matter which type, there was more meat, more water, and less radishes.
The radishes were not big pieces. After they were cut into small pieces and stewed in the pressure cooker, they were basically broken.
Even so, the people who submitted to the government loved to eat them.
In the past, they couldn't eat radishes or plant them. They didn't have the skills.
They couldn't stew radishes either. The pressure was too low, and the temperature of the water was not enough.
In fact, they loved to eat anything stewed. The stewing method was simply too magical.
In the past, they mostly roasted or ate raw meat. If they wanted to cook it, it would take a long time.
Smelling the fragrance, the children drooled, but they didn't dare to ask for it.
They had to wait until it was time to eat. The pressure cooker was reloaded and placed on the fire again.
Today's main dish for lunch was not Tsamba, but sesame seed cakes.
They used a Tsamba pit, or the kind of stove used to roast sweet potatoes.
When roasted, it was just right to stew radish soup. With small salted vegetables, the days would be beautiful.
The salted vegetables that many people loved to eat were fermented beancurd. They were packed in sealed jars and brought over.
Half a piece of fermented beancurd was enough for a meal. They couldn't bear to eat more.
After stewing for a few times, it was noon when everyone started to eat.
The various camps began to distribute salted goose eggs. They were salted very, very salty. They were yellow and didn't drip oil at all. They were solidified and smelled a little stinky.
These were stinky salted eggs. They also wanted salted, stinky eggs.
An egg could last for a few days if eaten sparingly.
They were all bought and sent over from the imperial government. The people of the imperial government didn't like to eat goose eggs because they smelled fishy.
After being pickled, it smelled more fishy than duck eggs and eggs. It was just right that the border needed it. The people sold it to the imperial government. The price was about the same as duck eggs. It could be considered as supporting the border.
Li Yi gave the pickling method. First, pickle it. When it was about time, take it out and cook it, then throw it into salt water to soak.
This way, it could be preserved for a long time.
As for whether it was healthy or not, it wasn't time to consider such a profound question.
Each and every one of the salted goose eggs had a hole in the big head. The small head didn't. After knocking it, it was slowly dug out from the big head to eat.
In fact, it was just poking it with chopsticks and licking it in the mouth to taste it.
The people were curious. Why were all the salted goose eggs with holes in the big head?
"How is this done?" Not only were the original Tubo tribesmen puzzled, Wang Junkui was also surprised.
Each of them took one and their positions didn't change.
Even Zhang Xiaosong, who had a Grand Scholar background, was puzzled. He looked at Qin Li.
Qin Li smiled, "It's placed. The side that faces up is empty. A hole is made on the ground or a wooden board. The small head of the goose egg is stuck in the hole. After a few days, it will be empty."
"It's that simple?" Zhang Zhongliang thought it would be more difficult.
"Therefore, during artificial incubation, the eggs have to be flipped. Otherwise, the survival rate will be low."
Qin Li drank a mouthful of radish soup as he spoke. He let out a long breath and felt comfortable.
"Li Yi's knowledge … Sigh!" Zhang Xiaosong looked regretful. He wanted to see Li Yi take the imperial examination.
Li Yi only needed to take the county examination. A group of people asked, and their expectations were very high.
If he took the county examination, how would he get first place? It would be curious.
Unfortunately, Li Yi was full of talent, but he couldn't take the exam.
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Li Yi, who had helped countless people, was choosing pigs after eating. He was going to kill a few tomorrow.
After choosing, he washed them clean and sent them to the operating table at night for interventional surgery training. He would first anesthetize them.
He inserted a wire into the blood vessels, then found the position, propped up a balloon, and dilated the blood vessels.
The little girl had this problem. She would be fine after a little dilation. It was the simplest case of her disease.
Li Yi mainly trained as a nurse, a female nurse.
Then, he would let the female nurse perform a fallopian tube angiography on Lan Bao's sister-in-law and Noble Consort Lu to see if this was the reason for infertility.
If that was the case, it would be easy to do. He would analyze part of it, reduce inflammation, and dredge it.
Li Yi didn't plan to operate on the operating table himself. He was responsible for watching the images.
He didn't do it himself when dredging the blood vessels. He would avoid suspicion as long as he could.
The pigs would contribute first, then the condemned prisoners. After he was proficient, he would operate on the eldest disciple. His disciple was talented. It would be a pity if he died!
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