Fan Ai and Pei Yaoqing sat opposite each other in the carriage that was heading towards Li Yi and Zhuangzi.
The carriage belonged to Pei Yaoqing. Fan Ai's position was too low, so he didn't have it.
Pei Yaoqing brewed the green tea that Li Yi gave him. Fan Ai drank it a few times and asked Pei Yaoqing for some.
He was used to drinking fermented tea, so he found that drinking this kind of tea was not uncomfortable at all. He quickly adapted to it.
"When spring comes, I will also ask someone to buy freshly picked tea. Huanzhi, help me send it over and make it like this." Fan Ai thought of a good idea.
Pei Yaoqing picked up the teacup: "It depends on whether Li Yi agrees or not. Maybe in spring, Li Yi will also collect a lot of tea."
"All the good things are with him." Fan Ai muttered gloomily.
Pei Yaoqing smiled but didn't say anything. He knew the bitterness in his heart.
There were many things that Fan Ai wanted to do well, but he couldn't find a good way to do it. As a result, before the government decree started, it was already over.
Since he knew about the situation at Li Yi's place, he was even sadder.
Dongzhu, a young man who only owned a thousand acres of land, could always give the imperial court things that were beneficial to the people. Comparing people with people …
"Huanzhi, what do you think is the situation at the Ba River of Li Yi and Zhuangzi? I think it's not as lively as getting ice in the city. Maybe there are children working with them. It's so bitter! "
Fan Ai suddenly talked about the scene where Li Yi and Zhuangzi were working. It was his imagination.
A group of people were digging the ice there. There were not enough people, so the children had to help pull the rope.
But as Dongzhu, Li Yi didn't listen to them. He even beat and scolded the people who were slow.
Pei Yaoqing listened and looked at his colleague with a surprised look. He thought: Why do you have such a dream?
Pei Yaoqing knew that the children would never work. They would definitely study in the school.
If they were faster, they could catch up with the children when they were eating.
They didn't know if they would eat marijuana flowers, toast, or pancakes today.
There was no stove in the school for heating. Maybe the windows would be opened for ventilation because there was a heater.
You're a person who uses the stove that Li Yi created to heat your house, yet you're complaining for someone who uses a heater?
The distance from the Chang 'an County Yamen all the way to Li Yi's Zhuangzi was more than ten li, which was not far at all.
As the two of them chatted, the teacups were refilled and the tea arrived.
When the car arrived at Zhuangzi's side of the Baishui Bridge, the two people got off.
Then …
Fan Ai's breathing quickened and her face turned red. She stole a glance at Pei Yaoqing and only felt relieved when she saw that he wasn't looking at her.
Wooden brackets were erected on the shore, and ropes were tied to them.
The wooden frame that looked like a grindstone with a sail was rotating, and the other end was connected to a gourd.
Amidst the rustling sounds, there was no need for anyone to pull the hand gourd. The windmill completed the set of work.
Cows and horses went into action, pulling flatbed carts to deliver the blocks of ice to the Zhang Family's village and Zhuangzi.
The people working on the ice seemed to have something under their feet. They walked steadily on the ice.
More than a dozen wooden frames were placed on the ice, and there were people stepping on them.
When the frames were moved away, fish actually jumped out from the place where they had just been.
The frame was moved to the next position and stepped on. A moment later, another hole appeared in the ice.
There was also a small frame with a drill in the middle. The person who turned the hammer smashed it with a slogan. No one held the drill.
Pei Yaoqing was not in the mood to laugh at his colleagues. He was already dumbfounded.
They were both chiseling and extracting ice. Why was there such a big difference between the other places in Zhuangzi's Baishui and Zhuangzi's?
Even if there were five times as many people in other places, they still couldn't keep up with the speed here. Zhuangzi's place was really too fast.
Was it because Zhuangzi was rich? No, could it be that the yamen didn't have money?
He saw Steward Song De holding a loudspeaker and shouting.
"Pay attention to safety. Don't be anxious. Don't lean forward when fishing. Who will save you if you fall? The river is still flowing under the ice. If you fall under the ice, you'll be finished.
Where's the rope on your body? Tie it up for me. Otherwise, come up now and take your family out of here.
Over there, you want to take off your clothes? Even if you're hot, you'd better hold on. After you take off your clothes, come over immediately and get your pay.
When you're done, soak in the hot water pool. The clothes inside are for you to change. Don't catch a cold and have to trouble my Dongzhu to treat you. "
Pei Yaoqing looked in the direction of the voice. Sure enough, someone was swinging a sledgehammer and wanted to take off his outer clothes.
Hearing the shout, he even grinned and waved in Song De's direction.
In another place, there was a group of people standing at the boundary between ice and water. They tied ropes and cast a spinning net. When the net was thrown out and pulled back, the fish jumped on the ice and stopped moving.
The person who cast the net also tied ropes. After the fish were thrown on the ice and stopped moving, someone behind used a rake to collect them.
There was no problem with fishing. It was normal. However, the chiseling in other places didn't catch them because it was messy and easy to get into trouble.
On the other hand, Zhuangzi was methodical and arranged everything clearly. He didn't make any mistakes in getting the ice and fish.
The fish were transported to the shore. The people of Zhang Family's village scraped the scales and removed the internal organs on the spot.
Another part of the fish was placed in a wooden trough. Those that could survive were taken out and placed in other troughs to be transported away. Those that couldn't survive continued to be processed.
A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of bone broth entered his nose.
Pei Yaoqing touched his stomach and felt hungry.
Fan Ai ran to a shed with a head full of shock and looked at the pot.
In the pot, there were meat bones boiling. The cooked meat was rolling along with the boiling water. There were also pickled vegetables rolling along with the boiling water.
There were dried green onions and dried coriander on the side. A woman was washing the used bowls. Looking at the water that was steaming, it was obviously hot.
He couldn't help but ask: "Why are there so many bowls?"
"There are not enough bowls." The woman didn't even raise her head.
"Isn't three to five bowls enough?" Fan Ai was still puzzled.
"When you eat at home, do you share a bowl with everyone?" The woman asked back.
"Of course not." Fan Ai understood.
But he couldn't figure out what was even more puzzling. Giving the workers meat bone broth as if they were guests?
After drinking a bowl, the bowl had to be washed?
You wash … What did you use to wash the bowls?
Thinking of washing the bowls, Fan Ai looked again. The woman seemed to be washing the bowls with the soap that the women in Pyong Kang Square used.
"Soap?" Fan Ai exclaimed.
"Soap. There's no need to add soap to the bowls. After washing them, there won't be any smell."
As the woman spoke, she took the bowls out of a wooden basin and placed them in another basin to wash.
"You … You … How do you have so many good utensils?" Fan Ai didn't want to talk about the soap used to wash the bowls and changed the topic.
"Originally, it wasn't. My Zhang Family Village hired people to hide ice, just like other places where ice was chiseled.
The day before yesterday, when Dongzhu came over and saw someone fall on the ice, he asked people in Zhuangzi to make iron shoes tied with ropes.
Later, he wanted to make ice sculptures on Zhuangzi, and my Zhang Family Village wanted to do it.
Dongzhu took out a lot of things. In the future, if you have any problems, you can ask Dongzhu first. With Dongzhu's help, everything will be different. "
The woman didn't hide anything and explained the situation.
Fan Ai thought for a moment and said, "If Li Yi doesn't participate, everything will be the same. If Li Yi participates, the situation will change immediately?"
"Yes, that's the reason. Oh! As an official, if you want to eat, go to Zhuangzi's cafeteria. I'm afraid the soup here will dirty your mouth. "
As the woman spoke, she turned her head and saw that Fan Ai was wearing an official's uniform. She wasn't afraid. Her words made Fan Ai feel that they were thorny.
Pei Yaoqing came over and heard this. He asked, "Does Li Yi drink it?"
"Oh, it's the Ming Residence. Dongzhu naturally knows how to drink it. Our village's bone soup is clean. Dongzhu will drink a bowl of it to warm his body when he comes over."
The woman smiled. She knew Pei Yaoqing and knew that he was the head of Chang 'an.
Fan Ai was speechless.
He felt that he was being ostracized by a village woman. He was so hurt that even two bowls of bone soup couldn't heal him.
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