In the Honglu Temple, the Tubo people were waiting anxiously for the officials to contact Li Yi.
The leader was called Bozhu. He imagined that the current situation was a battle between the Tubo and the Tang dynasty.
He didn't know that the Tang dynasty didn't have time to deal with him. Li Yi alone was enough to deal with him.
The ministers of the Tang dynasty were waiting for hybrid food, dealing with the plague of locusts, and making other parts of the hot air balloon.
Li Yi also didn't have time to deal with him. Li Yi wanted to spread his medical skills to the world.
He also wanted to solve the problem of the Tang dynasty's financial income. What he had to face were the big ethnic groups and aristocratic families.
If Li Yi couldn't deal with such a small matter, what else could he do?
While waiting, Bozhu found that the sun was moving slowly. He came out and stood outside the imperial city, facing the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
He saw someone driving a carriage along the street. There were bundles of wormwood on the carriage.
The driver took out a long bamboo tube from the carriage, pulled out the plug, and poured water into it.
After drinking, he rubbed his arm with a look of enjoyment.
There was also an adult holding a child. The child had a bamboo hat made of reed on his head and was smiling happily. He didn't know what the adult was saying to the child.
Seeing such a harmonious scene, Bozhu didn't feel happy at all.
He compared the people in Chang 'an with the people in the capital of Tubo.
Tubo's political center was Lhasa, which was the Lhasa of Li Yi's time.
Not to mention the Tang dynasty, Li Yi's Xi 'an was better developed than Lhasa.
The Chang 'an that Bozhu saw had people begging for food in the spring and summer of last year.
This year, there were no beggars on the streets. They were all sent to the Grief Field Square.
The Grief Field Square called the imperial physicians to treat the patients and gave them work.
"Li Yi, the Li Family Zhuangzi. A Zhuangzi is leading the whole Chang 'an. Li Yi should be dead."
Bo Mao had already analyzed that all the changes were due to the young man, Li Yi, who had come to seek refuge with his relatives. In the end, all his relatives had died.
Boqiao also knew that if Li Yi took out something that would benefit the people every once in a while, the gap between Tubo and the Tang dynasty would gradually widen.
Although the blueprints of various farming tools had been sent back, Tubo would be able to manufacture them.
However, how many people were there in Tubo? How many fields could be cultivated?
How many people were there in the Tang dynasty? How many fields?
As long as the people of the Tang dynasty had an extra 10% of their crops, the extra grain would be used for military purposes.
In that case, the number of troops Tubo would face would increase many times over.
It was said that Li Yi was very good at reading the weather. He had spent the whole last year preparing for the drought and the plague of locusts in the east of the Taihang Mountains.
Under such circumstances, all kinds of good things could be taken out.
Now that the plague of locusts was gone, his hands were free.
Look, the hot air balloon is coming out, right?
Give him a few years, no, a few months, and God knows what he could take out.
"Kill him, kill him …" Under the sun, Boqiao was probably muddle-headed from the heat, his mouth kept muttering.
At this time, the Turks were secretly contacting people from other tribes. One of them suspected that Tubo had the method of making hot air balloons.
The other was that they were going to send their own people to see if they could sneak in.
"Fortunately, we stored a lot of ice last year. Otherwise, how could we afford to supply the farmers with ice? This winter, we have to expand the ice cellar."
Li Yi drank the cold noodle soup with ice stubble and sighed with emotion about the difficulties of summer.
Four palace maids and four eunuchs were also eating cold noodles at the table next to them.
The bowl of cold noodles was bigger than a bowl.
There was spiced beef, a lot of shredded cucumber, a boiled egg, bamboo shoots slices.
Sesame, coriander, and … chili sauce.
Li Yi's lifespan was longer, so he exchanged some chili. He felt uncomfortable if he didn't eat chili for a long time.
Empress Wang was eating the same thing. Li Yi assured her that it was fine. She could eat, and there was no problem with breastfeeding.
However, these were the staple food and stir-fried dishes. It was fine if others didn't want to eat, but Empress Wang had to eat.
Stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, steamed eggplant with minced meat, fried eggs with scallions, and four happiness meatballs made with fish.
Empress Wang didn't have to eat stewed chicken every meal like ordinary rich people, or pig knuckles without salt to help milk.
She hadn't finished her confinement period yet. Ordinary people started to raise chickens when their daughters-in-law were pregnant.
They would save eggs a month before the baby was born.
Then, they would eat during her confinement period.
It would be best if she could eat more than ten eggs a day and gain weight.
If it was in the palace, Empress Wang would also drink chicken soup and add some herbs.
It didn't have to be stewed chicken with ginseng. The doctors of the Shangshi Bureau weren't stupid. If they gave her ginseng every day, they would be punished.
Empress Wang watched other people give birth in the palace. She envied them for eating so much every day, even if they felt like vomiting when they ate.
What she envied was not the food, but the children. So what if they vomited?
Only now did she realize that the food in the palace was a mess.
Zhuangzi was still the best. She loved to eat every meal.
Thinking about it, she laughed out loud.
When Li Yi mentioned storing ice, he saw sister-in-law laughing. What did she mean?
"Sister-in-law, the cold noodles have to be chewed up. Noodles made with alkali are not easy to digest. This cold noodles don't have much nutrition other than being refreshing."
Li Yi was afraid that when sister-in-law laughed, he would swallow it without chewing much.
"Ah, it's okay." Empress Wang quickly came back to her senses.
At the Ba River Bridge outside, the people who rushed back at noon to exchange wormwood for a plate of incense were eating noodles with soy sauce.
The paperboys who sold newspapers also ate together. After they sold the newspapers, they came back to give money and had a free lunch.
This meal was noodles with a sauce made from eggs and duck eggs that wasn't very salty.
The adults and children ate happily. As they ate, they talked about Li Dongzhu's benevolence.
They were not fools. At a glance, they knew that there was not much sauce or salt in the sauce.
The purpose was for everyone to eat like dishes.
The noodles were also cold water. There was no limit.
How much could the half-grown children and working adults eat in one meal?
Of course, they felt that they ate a lot, but there were people who could eat even more.
The Winged Knights added up to 1,500 people. Other than familiarizing themselves with the hot air balloon, they spent the rest of their time training.
In the evening, the new 1,000 people had to learn how to read and write. They also had a political class on how to be loyal to His Majesty.
Time flew by, and it was May 16th.
Today was a joyous day. Empress Wang and Li Longji's son was one month old.
He had successfully lived to be one month old. Many children in the Tang dynasty could not live to be one month old at this time.
Then it was one year old. If he could still live to be one year old, the elders in the family would be relieved.
Babies were the easiest to get sick. The doctors did not dare to use too much medicine. The child's digestive system could not stand it.
Therefore, Li Yi asked the child to wear a ball if he wanted to go into the water.
A child began to break through the gates of hell from the moment he was born.
He broke through one gate after another and finally drowned. How big of a blow would it be to a family?
The little guy still could not speak. He could only make sounds. When he heard others speak, he would be anxious and want to cry.
The little guy only worked hard to learn when someone beside him kept talking.
"When a child speaks depends on two aspects. One is the degree of brain development, and the other is the degree of vocal cord development.
There are two kinds of vocal cord development: passive and active. If the baby does not cry until his voice is damaged, then vocal cord development is active.
If you want the baby to speak in advance, nutrition needs to follow. Usually, there must be someone to talk to the baby. It's best if it's simple words.
The baby follows the sound and promotes vocal cord development. When the baby is tired, don't talk anymore. You should kiss and hug him. "
Li Yi continued to talk about the child's voice.
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