"If this goes on, how can we survive?"
At the head of the Bashui Bridge, Boxie, who was wearing a Tang suit and a bamboo hat, served a bowl of free stew. He ate the highland barley and Tsamba he brought and spoke in a low voice.
Isinba didn't eat Tsamba, so he bought scallion pancakes. He was disgusted by his colleague's pretentious sentiments.
Could it be that Tsamba was first caught and eaten with stew?
"After they finished planting, they still have to spread it throughout the Tang dynasty. They'll take it and send it back. Li Yi went out in person and ignored the risks at sea. The crops he found must be good. "
Isinba lived a life of taking. Whatever the Tang dynasty had, he would take as much as he could.
He valued new crops. A few years ago, Li Yi's fame was much lower than it was now. They went out together and solved the locust plague in the east of Taihang Mountains.
Later, he learned that many people were looking forward to his return, including the Tang Emperors, Li Longji.
They arrived in Luoyang and left for a short time.
Then they flew to the north and returned in a few days.
They left in the first month and returned last night. It took a long time, so the overseas crops they took must be extraordinary.
Wait, wait for the Tang dynasty to popularize and secretly collect. The key was to learn how to plant.
Boxie was obviously talking about something else. He emphasized, "Li Yi can always find good things and come up with good ideas. In the long run, how can Tubo deal with it?"
"The climate, the newspaper said it's called the environment and climate. Most Non-commissioned Officer in the Tang dynasty can't survive. "
Isinba said and shook his head first.
He knew about the 30,000 Non-commissioned Officer on Taibai Mountain. Li Yi was planning in advance.
30,000 people, plus the local people who were used to the highland environment, and the Winged Knights, attacked Tubo with weapons. Tubo would have a hard time resisting.
The more Isinba thought about it, the more worried he became. "We should send troops to India to get survival and strategic places."
He was thinking about retreat. He used the snowy mountains as a wall to block the Military forces of the Tang dynasty. He ran to India and climbed over the mountains.
"Pork stew is salty!" Boqie suddenly blurted out an irrelevant remark.
Just as he finished speaking, someone shouted from the place where the soup was being served, "Everyone, don't put salt in it. Just put the vegetables in it. Come, come, bring the vegetables back. Add water."
"Sure enough, it's salty. The people of the Tang dynasty don't lack salt, let alone money."
Isimba had no special need for salt. Tubo had plenty of it.
He saw that the people of Chang 'an brought their own things to add, which proved that the people were living a good life.
In the past, when salt was cheap, the people were not willing to give it to them.
In the beginning, when there was free soup, the commoners took advantage of it.
Nowadays, the common people did not care about free. They just wanted to participate.
The shed that provided free soup had things for sale.
If you say you want to starve to death, the shed will provide you with slices of bread and soup to ensure that you will not die of hunger.
This year, there were many commoners in the capital who spent more money to sell things in the shacks, giving the shacks profits so that they could be maintained and prevent the imperial court from removing the shacks due to lack of money.
More than ten years ago, there was an old man, who was dressed to show his family's affluence, fishing near a water canal in a shed more than twenty li west of Chang 'an City.
When he caught fish, he would cook soup for the shed and chat with the people there, telling them things about his youth.
At noon, he ate there, with slices of black bread and fish soup. He did not mind at all.
When it was … noon … Shen Shi … Oh, it was 3: 30 in the afternoon. There was a clock, which unified the time.
At 3: 30, it was also 15: 30. The old man walked home with two crucian carps, saying that he would cook soup for his third daughter-in-law and feed his seventh grandson.
His days were so leisurely. He chased after him and asked why he went fishing so far away.
He said that there were two small roads in the area. People from distant villages would come here. It was tiring to walk on the mountain road. Only by drinking fish soup with meat would one have the strength.
He asked the old man again, "How many people can you help with your own strength?"
The old man replied, "How many people like me are there?"
This was the situation in Chang 'an of the Tang dynasty. His own Tubo was unattainable and difficult to obtain.
"Divide one pot into two pots. I'll take sauerkraut, which has been shredded. After dividing, it won't be salty anymore.
There's too much sauerkraut in the village. If we don't eat it now, we can only use it to make stinky tofu.
Dongzhu said that this stinky tofu is the most authentic fried one. It's more fragrant than stinky tofu sauce. We can also use shepherd's purse sauce to make it. "
The people from Zhang's village came over on bicycles to deliver the sauerkraut.
It had accumulated since late autumn last year and had been stored until now. There was a layer of white foam on top of the sauerkraut. If they did not eat it now, it would rot.
If they wanted to eat sauerkraut, they would have to accumulate it again. Unless a jar of sauerkraut was kept in a cool place without being touched, it could be preserved for longer.
Every family in Zhang's village had a bicycle.
They did not take up the membership quota for kerosene lamps and thermos bottles. They bought them through internal channels at cost price. The only requirement was that they were not allowed to sell them.
The villagers would at most ride once in Chang 'an. They would not go far for fear of being robbed.
The key was that the bicycle's tires were real tires made of gum. It would be tiring to ride far.
In the shed, there were two big pots with extra salt. They were dividing the pots. They added water, added sauerkraut, stirred, and tasted the saltiness. That's it!
They scooped a few extra spoonfuls of meat oil and added water to the pots to reduce the smell of oil.
The people went over to scoop the food. Their expressions were like flowers waiting for bees to collect honey.
"I'm jealous." Bozhu poured the contents of the bowls into the big pots. He then scooped up more soup and vegetables and complained to Isinba.
"I'll go change too." Isinba did not want to talk about jealousy. It was meaningless.
When he sat down again, Bozhu suddenly said, "What if Tubo surrenders to the Tang dynasty?"
"Why do you say that?" Isinba was shocked.
"At the source of the Yellow River, more tribes will join the Tang dynasty. Their lives will be better. What are we fighting for? We are not thinking about the common people. "
Bozhu was analyzing the situation. He had wanted to kill Li Yi before, even if he had to die.
He watched as Li Yi led the people in the capital to live a good life and spread to the entire Tang dynasty.
Yesterday, he saw the lights on the yacht shining brightly. He saw Li Yi flying with Princess Yongmu.
There were so many red corals, seeds, and seafood on the water screen.
The people around him said, "Welcome Dongzhu!" and Li Yi's words.
He was conflicted. His Zhangpu was not as good as Li Yi's, nor were several Lun's.
"Are you not going to kill him?" Isinba was also hesitant. The enemy was too strong.
"He's timid. It's harder to meet him than to meet the Tang Emperors. He's afraid that others will assassinate him." Bozhu was depressed again.
"But he can assassinate others." Isinba was also depressed.
"Let's eat. Where did you buy the scallion pancakes? They're delicious. "Bozhu picked up one of Isinba's scallion pancakes and smelled it.
"Two more scallion pancakes," Isinba shouted.
Less than three feet away, a person with a handkerchief on his shoulder responded, "Okay!"
"Why didn't I see it just now?" Bozhu was puzzled.
"I think you don't want to pay. I'll treat you." Isinba did not believe him.
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"This oil is peanut oil and this is sunflower oil. I extracted them over there.
I'll go to Qiongzhou in a few days to plant tropical crops, including rubber trees.
Next time, I'll go to another place to get seeds, especially edible oil crops. They can make soap and are better than soybean oil.
In fact, soybean oil is not the best oil. It's just that soybeans are easier to grow.
Then, we know how to make the pot explode when we cook. Otherwise, soybean oil will taste terrible when mixed with soybean oil. "
Li Yi introduced the two kinds of oil. They were not all kinds of rotten oil.
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