Before the egg-yolk-like sun jumped out of the eastern horizon, the sky in the west was already starting to brighten.
The performers finally came to an end. They came to the riverside, and the people on the yacht delivered wontons.
There were too many people, and there were no side dishes. They put seaweed, pickled mustard, shrimp skin, and scooped wontons into the bowls. There was no need to eat anything salty.
They put in chopped green onions and coriander themselves, as well as chili oil and aged vinegar. No pepper.
The machines on the yacht were responsible for rolling wonton wrappers and mixing the wonton fillings.
The machines were not as fast as the people. With a hundred or so people making wontons, they could make ten bowls in a second.
The farmers held a small bamboo tube with a part of the bamboo missing, like a needle cutting off a piece of bamboo.
There was an even smaller bamboo tube inside as a push. The small bamboo tube was inserted into the filling, and the other hand held a stack of wonton wrappers.
The bamboo tube was pushed slowly, and a bit of filling was placed on the wonton wrappers. With a rub, a wonton was wrapped and slid down the slanted bamboo board in front of them.
They continued to push and rub, and the wrappers in the other hand became wontons one by one.
Li Yi was dumbfounded. How did the farmers develop this technique?
He taught the farmers how to make wontons himself, and the speed was already fast enough.
How could they improve the tools so crazily just to shorten the distance of the arm movement?
Could they squeeze out a second to make ten wontons? Weren't they tired?
Someone was responsible for placing baskets under the bamboo board. The ten wontons were taken away and poured into a pot. At the same time, a small basket was placed.
The wontons were thin and had little filling. They were cooked after two rolls in the pot and placed into bowls. Someone pushed a wheelbarrow with a pile of shelves.
The bowls were pushed to the people on the shelves one by one.
Li Yi trembled with fear. The wheelbarrow was pushed, and he felt like it would fall over in the next second. Performing acrobatics?
The people were not hungry at all. They had been buying things to eat. Eating wontons was more like drinking soup to warm their stomachs. Simply drinking soup was not comfortable.
"Xiao Yi, you ate a lot of meat skewers last night. Can you still eat this morning?"
Bi Goo came over. Behind him, there were people carrying dozens of memorials.
"I roasted all of them for you last night. I only ate six skewers and a skewer of hairy eggs."
Li Yi scooped up the wonton with a spoon. He put fifteen wontons in his bowl and prepared to go to bed after eating.
In the afternoon, the monks and Taoists requested to open the altar. He just needed to get up and deal with them.
Bi Goo ordered someone to place the memorial on the table. "This has nothing to do with me. I slept for nearly four hours. I'm old now, so I feel light."
"It's because you don't have a good job. If you change jobs, you'll definitely be more free."
Li Yi said in a muffled voice, "I'm eating wontons, it's a little hot."
Bi Goo picked up a memorial and said, "I only said that I felt light. When did I say that I was tired? Huh? Ming Province wants to build an internal road? "
Li Yi didn't even raise his head. He scooped up another wonton and blew on it.
Bi Goo smacked his lips, "Its peaks are also mountain ranges, its veins are also mountains, its mausoleum is also an abyss, and its hills are also a river. When people are near, their voices can be heard, but when the road is far, it is difficult to leave. Going back and forth is dangerous."
Bi Goo paused and looked at Li Yi.
Li Yi continued to brag. This was the third one. He ate slowly just now and was unconsciously affected by it.
"The land is poor, the soil is clean, and the seeds planted cannot be repaid …" Bi Goo continued to read.
"Bullshit. Although it's a long stretch of mountains, there are still flowing streams. At the southeast end, there are fertile plains."
Li Yi finally couldn't take it anymore. "Who's the provincial governor of Ming Province? Does he want to die? "
"He said that he doesn't need money from the imperial court. He can beg for alms himself." Bi Goo didn't read and went straight to the point.
"He doesn't want to die fast enough. The Zhoushan Archipelago is nearby. I've worked hard to get something for the local people, and he wants to take it for himself."
Li Yi was angry. What begging for alms? Where could he go to beg for alms? Only those who gave diving equipment could earn money.
Bi Goo smiled. "That's good. I'll catch him for you to practice. The thirty-two people haven't arrived yet. If there are any difficult illnesses, you don't have to worry about the lack of manpower. "
"Huh? Practice? He doesn't deserve to die, does he? "
Li Yi realized that something was wrong. An official wrote a memorial, and then … died?
"Xiao Yi, you said it yourself." Bi Goo caught on.
"I also said that I wouldn't let you collect taxes from the Li Family Zhuangzi." Li Yi retorted.
This was something he learned from his junior high school teacher. There were exams every week.
Some students protested. "Teacher, the principal said yesterday that we can't take exams every week."
Teacher: "The principal said that you should all get full marks. Why didn't you listen?"
Bi Goo: "…"
"If that's the case, aren't you going to arrest him?" He asked Li Yi.
"What does it have to do with me? I'm going to impeach an official, not him. "
Li Yi said and began to eat the wontons. If he didn't eat, he wouldn't be able to cool them.
Bi Goo put the memorial aside and continued to read the next one. He used a pen to write and draw on it.
When Li Yi finished eating, Bi Goo was still reviewing memorials.
He took out the ones that he needed to give to Li Longji. As for the other small matters, he dealt with them himself or discussed them with other chancellors.
From time to time, he needed to call people here to check for information or ask about the situation of the place.
He couldn't memorize the entire Tang dynasty. It was too complicated, and at the same time, it was always changing.
People came and went. It looked quite lively.
After eating, Li Yi yawned and reached out to read one of Bi Goo's memorials that he didn't review.
It was a memorial from Mi Province. It said, "Mou Mountain has no farmland. Hundreds of families have fled in the mountains, one in each of the hills and plains. Immigrants have entered the original Wen Xu. There are many stones, grass, and thorns. Two streams separate. Cattle are allocated to plough the land, and self-built houses and ridges."
There was no nonsense at all. There were no words of praise in front.
Li Yi nodded. He touched his pocket, took out a pencil, and wrote at the bottom, "Immigration is acceptable. Resources are not rare. Treasures gather everywhere. Money is easy to get. "
After writing, he put it aside and called someone, "Bring me the map of Henan Province and Mi Province. Bring a small map of Anqiu County.
Does this place still need the imperial court to allocate funds to settle the families hiding in the mountains? It's a treasure land!
Everyone says that they lack livestock and farming tools and can build their own houses. Why don't they think about why they can build their own houses? The local mineral resources are abundant.
This thing needs to be built. Build a waterway to the north and a land road to the south.
It should be the same in Lai Province. Both sides should enter the bay together and transport things from the bay in the south to Haizhou.
Then the coal from Henan Province will be transported there. Build many kilns there and start the initial processing. "
After giving his orders, he picked up the next one and opened it. Suddenly, he was stunned. He looked up and saw a circle of people looking at him.
He thought that these people were the ones who came and reported before. Why were they the other chancellors and the people from the Tuan?
"What? Can't I be the temporary head of the secretariat? Who said that there can only be one head of the secretariat? It's not the sun and the moon. "
He closed the memorial and realized that he wasn't the one who should do this job.
Was this usurping the role of the host or overstepping his authority?
"How about it?" Yao Chong laughed at the side.
"Old Yao, you're betting on me? Give me half of the bet. I don't care what the reason is. Otherwise, don't say that I bullied your grandson. "
Li Yi instantly thought of a situation. Old Bi had come over on purpose.
Yao Chong waved his hands together, "No, no bet. Just saying, you're better than me. "
"Prime Minister Yao is modest. At least in terms of finding craftsmen, Prime Minister Yao is good."
Li Yi was not happy, so he mocked Yao Chong.
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