Meng Yifu looked at his parents first. Seeing that they did not object, he happily picked up the toothpick and twirled it. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly stopped and walked to his mother. "Mother, try it."
"Okay." Han Xiangke opened his mouth and ate it.
It was written in the newspaper that one should not refuse a child's filial piety unless the situation was special. For example, the child really needed more nutrition and there was no extra at home.
Meng Yifu happily went back and fed the others. After feeding them all, he felt at ease to eat.
He was just tall enough to stand there and feed one person at a time. It was easier than an adult.
It was just a little spicy, so he had to take a break after eating one.
The palace maid brought cold fruit juice and put it aside.
"Gang Rou's visit this time, is there anything important?" Meng Haoran asked. How could Li Yi travel so casually?
"Farming, to see how the gravel land is managed. If it succeeds, it can be expanded.
Some places grow melons and ginger. These two crops need to be purchased.
The Tang Dynasty has not reached the point of giving up local food crops and only developing cash crops. "
Li Yi explained the situation. The Tang Dynasty had always encouraged the people to plant trees.
In Guanzhong where Chang 'an was located, as well as in the northwest, the vegetation was much stronger than during his time.
After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, more places were occupied by non-farming people. They did not plant trees, and desertification began to become serious.
When the Little Ice Age came, it was even more over.
After that, when the northwest was mentioned, the first thing that came to mind was the desert, the raising of goats, the amount of evaporation exceeding the amount of precipitation, the lowering of the groundwater level, and the seeds that could not be harvested …
At that time, many people studied and said that desertification could not be changed by human effort.
Later, Li Yi saw the reality. The desert could be changed for the better in the face of the power of his country, as long as no one destroyed it.
When he arrived at Lantian County, he wanted to settle down and see what was suitable for planting.
He had a complete set of theories and information, and needed a testing ground. He hoped that the gravel land of Lantian County would behave differently.
As for raising goats, he was against it. Goats were easy to raise, but they did harm the plants.
Unless he could find goats with high milk production and raise them in captivity.
"Is farming so troublesome?" Meng Haoran still did not believe it. He did the farming himself. The land in Lantian County was good for farming.
"If there's a chance, I'll take you guys to Ryongyou Province. No, Guannei Province to the north of Gyeonggi Province. You'll know what kind of people live there."
Li Yi was not angry. Except for Zhang Jiuling and a few other people, how many people in the Guangzhou Governor's Manor knew about the cold winter in the north?
Similarly, people in the north did not know how wet and cold the south was. Only those who had been there would understand.
Only people like Su Shi could live anywhere and write famous poems that were passed down through the ages.
"Didn't they say there was a well there?" Meng Haoran had paid attention to the north, where there was a well drilled through the desert.
"It still won't work. The same people are planting the same type of crops on the same area of land, but the amount of work the locals put in is more than the people in Lantian County, and the yield is also less.
Rice is not grown in Guannei Province, but wheat and soybeans can be grown in Gyeonggi Province. There is a water network in Gyeonggi Province.
Kuannei Dao wanted to suppress the well. If it did not rain, they would continue to suppress the well. Time would be used to suppress the well.
The soil isn't fertile enough, and we don't have much fertilizer, so we can only weed diligently. After the harvest, the yield is 30% lower than here. "
Li Yi pursed his lips. It was indeed too difficult.
He felt sorry for the people in other parts of the Tang dynasty. He had too much power.
With a word, he could mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops. If he said he needed money, countless people would donate money.
It was his responsibility and obligation to let the people of the Tang dynasty live a good life.
"The difference is so big? When should we go and take a look? "
Meng Haoran's hometown was fertile. How could Guannei Province's Xiazhou be compared to Shannan Province's Xiangzhou? Why not Jiangnan Province?
"I'll see if I can arrange it next year. This year, we'll go to Henan Province. During the dry season of the Yellow River … let's build a bridge?"
Li Yi said he wanted to go to Luoyang.
"There are many cement factories and steel factories. During the dry season of the Yellow River in winter, many of the riverbeds are exposed.
Henan Province has a larger population. Anyway, there is nothing to do in winter.
In addition, there are also some recruits, some Winged Knights, the southwest barbarians, and the Tiele Nine Families … "
Li Yi instantly calculated. Building a Yellow River bridge was more tempting to him.
Wang Wei and the other two looked at each other. It's useless to tell us. You have to go back and find His Majesty and Zaifu.
"Release the pigeons?" Meng Haoran knew there were pigeons on the yacht.
"It's raining heavily outside. Are you willing to go out? What if you get sick? You'll infect a lot of people. There's no hurry. "
Li Yi looked at the water flowing on the window. He was reluctant to part with the pigeons.
In fact, even if the pigeons were released, they would not fly straight home. They would first find a place to shelter from the rain. The place where the yacht was located was very suitable.
Since that was the case, why bother?
"Li Dongzhu can consider building the river and manpower. Naturally, he has considered the logistics. Pilgrims are looking forward to the day when the bridge is built."
Han Xiangke asked, "How can you guarantee that so many people will eat and drink?"
Of course, she would not directly ask, "What will you give to the workers?"
She was an ordinary peasant woman. Her identity was different.
"When the train passes, we will go to Haizhou and come back from the Tang dynasty fleet. There is little food outside Haizhou, so we can only eat meat."
Li Yi said with a bitter face, as if eating meat was a helpless matter.
"Hahaha …" Everyone laughed.
Han Xiangke knew the answer and laughed, "It turns out that Emperor Jinhui was right. If we can't eat rice, we have to eat meat porridge."
"His intelligence is not good. It's a disease. He shouldn't be in that position.
Some people are born and can't be forced. Some people are acquired, ignorant and incompetent. The family will be ruined if they are in charge, and the people will suffer if they are in power.
If what they learn is not for the people, they should be given another position, just like how Song Zaifu gave Zheng Xian and Guo Xianzhou. "
Li Yi suddenly changed the topic and talked about being an official.
Wang Wei stopped holding the conch and said, "Hard and soft, the foundation of Buddhism is the people. The people live in daily life. The truth of Buddhism is natural."
He didn't want to change places. Those two people had become Taoist priests.
"Maha Jie is really powerful. He turns the ethereal into reality and transforms everything into the world. You can do whatever you want this year. We can discuss what you want next year. "
Li Yi was satisfied. He could choose next year's official position.
"Hard and soft, I want to be a fifth-rank official."
Meng Haoran took the opportunity to make a request. "Give me a promotion. I want the title of Madam."
Li Yi looked over and nodded. He understood, "Haoran, you should write a few more poems. For example, 'Hoeing at noon, sweat dripping down to the soil. Every grain of rice on the plate is hard work. 'This poem is similar to the one I copied. "
"Is there anything else?" Meng Haoran felt that this poem was good.
"Planting a grain in spring, harvesting ten thousand in autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, farmers starve to death. "Li Yi's poem was easy to copy.
"Good, this is good. Is there anything else?" Meng Haoran understood and found the feeling.
"Haoran, no more. Digging a hole to bury people in the rain will make you sick." Zhangsun Xin suddenly said.
Everyone laughed again. Li Yi lowered his head and sighed.
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