It seemed that during the summer harvest season, there shouldn't be much rain, and the weather cooperated.
Today was a sunny day, so the people quickly took out the grains to dry and threshed them.
Those that were close to the river were pulled by carriages to the river, and the water power helped.
Those that couldn't be driven by the river were stepped on by their own feet.
There wasn't a single farmer in the capital who would use a flail or a hammer to press down the crops during harvest.
They would rather spend more money than waste time.
After threshing the wheat stalks, they looked to see if there were any needs. If there were, they would pick the best ones and leave them. If not, they would use a guillotine to chop them into small pieces.
It was suitable for feeding livestock and rabbits.
They didn't make silage. It wasn't the time yet.
It was summer, and there was a lot of rain, so the silage would become moldy. After feeding the livestock and poisoning them, they could sell the livestock.
After processing the winter wheat, they still had to plough.
It had rained heavily, and the ground was wet. The wheat stubble was left in the ground, and it was easy for it to become moldy. They could only plough in. Next, they would consider planting soybeans or sorghum.
The people weren't worried. Ploughing would only take more time and money. It would be better if they ploughed, as the next crop would increase in production. When ploughing, they would plough the mature fertilizer.
There was no shortage of livestock. If they didn't raise their own, they would rent from others. The Li Family Zhuangzi had this business.
The rent was to help feed the animals and bring back some feed for the animals when they returned.
Renting from others cost more, but it required labor.
The people who were farming were busy, and Chang 'an City was bustling with activity.
The people from the Japanese Empire stood in two rows and strolled around the streets under the lead of Lan Bao and Minamida Kazuko.
They were dazzled. The carriages ran and stopped at the station, and people got on and off.
The children who cleaned shoes sat there and read the newspaper. There was a bucket next to them. The bucket was filled with water, and there was also a small bamboo tube.
Some people were thirsty and stopped to pay. The children who cleaned shoes poured out iced sour plum soup from the thermos.
"Those lowly children can read?" The people from the Japanese Empire saw the children who cleaned shoes and knew that they were children under special circumstances.
How could the children of the poor be literate? Otherwise, why would they read the newspaper?
"They are not lowly. They do things for their families, and they don't forget to study. They get paid for their labor, just like everyone else. "
Minamida Kazuko corrected her clansmen's mistake, telling them not to speak nonsense.
Just as they were talking, a child dressed in gorgeous silk clothes came to the front of a shoeshine stall.
He put on his slippers, put his little leather shoes in place, and sat down next to the shoeshine boy to buy a bowl of sour plum soup and read the newspaper.
"Kazuko, isn't that seat for people to sit on? Why aren't the children sitting? "
The people from the Japanese Empire were puzzled. They had just seen another stall owner sit down.
"The shoes are small, so it's inconvenient to wipe them while sitting down. The child who is cleaning the shoes can pick them up.
Moreover, the child and the shoeshine were good friends. It was inconvenient for him to sit down and chat, so he looked down from above.
Now, while drinking the sour plum soup, we can read the newspaper and talk about the contents of the newspaper. We can learn from each other. "
Lan Bao explained that in the capital office, no one from a wealthy family would look down on a child who shines shoes.
"Why do nobles have to treat commoners with courtesy?" The Nantian family was a noble, so they didn't understand.
"Because behind the shoeshine boy is the Li Family Zhuangzi. One of the Tubo envoys kicked the shoeshine boy, and then his leg was broken by one of the Tubo people. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem with the leg."
A voice suddenly interrupted. Everyone looked over, but they didn't recognize it.
Minamida Kazuko recognized it. It was Tengyuan Ma Yang, a member of the Japanese Empire's envoys.
Beside him were Shimodo Shinbei and Abe Nakamaro. The people from the Japanese Empire had come over. They had heard the news and came to look for them.
They didn't want their own people to offend the shoeshine boy and then break his leg.
"Our envoys, this is …" Minamida Kazuko introduced them one by one.
The people from the Nantian family immediately bowed to show their respect. Their status was different.
Minamida Kazuko didn't bow. She was Lan Bao's wife, and Lan Bao belonged to Li Yi.
Not far away, Isinba, who had come over to watch the show, was livid. He knew the Japanese Empire's language, but he learned it later.
That's right, that person was himself.
At that time, Li Yi asked himself, "When did you break my leg?"
Those who hadn't experienced it would never know Li Yi's horror and blackness. He wasn't as kind as he appeared to be.
Now, whenever he saw a shoeshine boy, he would tremble. He had taken a lot of medicine, but it didn't work. Sometimes, he would even have nightmares when he slept.
When the envoys from the Japanese Empire saw the Tubo envoys, they didn't give them a good look.
This was because they also remembered that one of their own had been tricked into harming Princess Yongmu and Zhuangzi's Xiao Qin.
Xiao Qin and the others didn't understand what was going on. Li Yi went over and quickly found out the reason. Then, his own people were beaten and sent to the canal to be blown up.
Now, he went to another place to work. Anyway, he wouldn't be coming back.
He didn't know about the entire Tang dynasty, but in the entire Kyoto Prefecture, Li Yi cared about every child.
The children all called Li Yi Brother Dongzhu. When they grew up …
The envoys from the Japanese Empire were supervising their own citizens. They weren't allowed to cause trouble, especially when there were bad people from the Tubo Empire around.
The Japanese Empire understood a lot, and the envoys were dispatched.
They continued to stroll. Originally, the wall faced the street. Now, the wall was gone, and the houses were changed to adjacent streets with windows and doors.
There were many businesses. They sold some things, paid a management fee, and made extra money.
In the past, no one was allowed to open an account outside the square. It was for the sake of public security, but people still opened them.
Now, there was no problem with public security.
The citizens lived a good life, and fewer people committed crimes.
The number of people patrolling increased, and every citizen was willing to maintain this peace.
The Japanese Empire's group had too many things for their eyes to take in. They had never seen such a wide road and such a bustling place. They felt so small.
"Kazuko, why is that person's eyes different from normal people when he's holding a stick?" Another person from the Japanese Empire noticed the situation.
"There are people in our clan who are blind too. They use sticks to tap the ground," Minamida Kazuko replied.
"Oh, yes, there are. Why doesn't he tap it?" The Japanese Empire's people finally realized the problem. No wonder they couldn't tell.
"There's a blind road under our feet. It's specially paved with cement. Look, it's a straight line."
Jinbei Shimodo spoke. When he spoke, his eyes were full of emotions.
"Oh, you can feel it when you step on it. The place near our clan should also be repaired with stones. There's a car in front, they … "
As the Japanese Empire's people spoke, they realized that the blind man was crossing the road. Just as they were getting anxious, they saw a few people coming over to help the blind man.
"The Tang dynasty's Prime Minister's motorcade would stop when they encountered a blind man, and the Prime Minister would personally help him. The person he helped wasn't a blind man. He was from the Tang dynasty! "
Abeda Nakamaro told a story. Of course, he didn't know that Bi Goo wrote a poem and asked Li Yi for food and wine later in the story. That was a different story.
Therefore, the Japanese Empire's people not only felt the prosperity and majesty of the Tang dynasty's Chang 'an, but also the breadth of human culture.
This place was like a dream. Everything they heard and saw made them feel small again.
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