Li Yi did not stand under the sun. He did not need to elevate himself so much.
His purpose was simple: to increase his lifespan.
He wanted to turn the entire Zhang Village into his development base.
Zhuangzi was still too small. One thousand mu of land was not enough to do anything.
The Zhang Village was big. The mulberry forest, jujube forest, hemp field, courtyard, and dry land could be used.
In other people's eyes, there was so much land that they could not finish the work.
In Li Yi's eyes, there was a big development.
If the officials wanted the people to do something, it would take a lot of effort. There were elders in the village to stop them. The old men were very powerful.
If it was him, it would not be a problem. With such a big benefit, the villagers were confident.
If he asked them to cut down the trees, they would dare.
As for raising chickens and ducks, it was calculated by the ratio of input to output.
The calculation of input must include the cost of labor. Labor had to be idle to raise.
Li Yi wanted to find out how many laborers there were in the Zhang Village and what they did on a daily basis.
Reasonably allocating human resources was a science. In the process of mobilization, they would be given wages according to their work.
Li Longji and the others did not know that Li Yi had a big plan.
They asked Li Yi to sit back and eat. They prepared to go back later with a grain and a set of blueprints.
Naturally, they would continue to send to the twenty-two counties of the capital.
Two oxen carrying the pole became one oxen dragging the plow.
Then, they would use lime water breeding, phosphate stone, and a new composting method to make the crops grow better.
Harvesting tools like dustpans were used for harvesting.
Threshers were used to beat grains.
At present, the cereal in the canteen was shelled and blown into the air.
The whole set, from planting to processing after harvesting, was not lacking.
It was too considerate. The people who were farming suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
This year, it was used in the capital. Next year, it would spread to a large area.
In the future, the whole Tang dynasty would probably use this set of things.
There were businessmen among them who would help spread the word. The imperial court ordered the local officials to teach the people how to do it. Good days were coming!
They were in a good mood and felt that the food was delicious.
Then, Yao Chong ate the fried dough sticks and ate the porridge. The fried dough sticks were hard and crispy, and they pierced his upper jaw.
"This thing is not good. If older people eat it, it's easy to get sick." Yao Chong said to Li Yi, and also let Li Yi see the blood on the deep-fried dough stick he was holding.
Li Yi picked up his youtiao and soaked it in the soy milk. He took a bite and looked at Yao Chong.
"This old man is willing to eat porridge." Yao Chong glared at him.
Li Yi sighed. He didn't want to lower himself to the old man's level, so he got up and returned to his courtyard.
Not long after, he returned with a medical kit.
He opened it and took out a pair of forceps and a laryngoscope. He looked for the angle of sunlight and said, "Old man, open your mouth. Let me take a look."
Yao Chong opened his mouth under everyone's gaze. Li Yi reached in with the mirror and the tweezers.
The upper jaw was broken, and the tweezers tore off the broken skin around it.
Then, he used a small ball of absorbent cotton to wipe it, sprayed it with watermelon frost, and applied a mouth patch.
"Eat it. I'll pack some of this medicine for you. Rinse your mouth after dinner, take off the patch, and apply this medicine."
Li Yi poured out some watermelon frost and wrapped it with paper.
Yao Chong licked the upper jaw with his tongue. It was numb and cool. It didn't hurt anymore.
I'll eat some more. It's fine.
Oh, how can this be? It's so magical!
"Old man, how's my Brother Yi's medical skills?" Li Chengqi looked at Yao Chong with the same contemptuous expression.
Yao Chong didn't want to talk to Li Chengqi, but he still told the truth, "Compared to too … too many doctors."
He wanted to say that the Imperial Physician Bureau reacted quickly.
At the same time, he had decided to eat according to Li Yi's instructions and bask in the sun as soon as he got home.
It wasn't like he hadn't broken his mouth before. When the Imperial Physician came to see him, it would take a few days for him to recover.
How could it be compared to this? What medicine? It didn't hurt anymore after being sprayed and applied.
It was simply amazing. Good stuff, these things …
Li Yi looked at the old man's eyes and put the tools and medicine into the box as fast as he could.
He exchanged these things for the children in Zhuangzi.
Children would always accidentally hurt themselves and lack all kinds of vitamins.
Ulcers in the mouth, swollen and painful gums, ulcerated corners of the mouth, blisters on the tongue, and mechanical damage of the oral mucosa …
Usually, the children endured it by themselves. When the gums were swollen, it was called teething. When the swelling was too big and there was pus, they would prick it with a sewing needle and then press hard with their little hands.
Needless to say, there would be lumps on both sides of the mouth. After being scratched, there would be more. After being scratched, the lumps would not grow well.
Li Yi didn't want to make the children suffer for such a small problem, so he dealt with it easily.
Then, he looked at the children's symptoms and judged which vitamins they lacked. He would adjust them with food.
For example, this winter, some children in Zhuangzi had chapped lips. They could apply glycerin.
It was the same for their hands and faces. They could be washed with soap and applied with glycerin.
"Change a bowl of soy milk for me." Yao Chong chose to compromise. He wanted to eat the youtiao, but he was afraid that other parts of his mouth would be damaged.
No one paid attention to him. The villagers didn't care. If he ate it for free, who would drink the porridge?
Li Yi said helplessly, "Sir, the porridge is very thin. It's the same as boiling porridge."
"Yes, why can't you hold your chopsticks for the porridge in your village?" Yao Chong found a reason to blame Li Yi.
"Because Zhuangzi has staple food. There's only porridge for disaster relief. There's nothing else. Naturally, I have to hold my chopsticks."
Li Yi pointed at the youtiao with his chopsticks. It wasn't porridge. Why did it have to be so dry?
"Uh!" Yao Chong didn't say anything. He picked up the youtiao and stuffed it into the porridge with force. He wanted to vent his anger.
Li Chengqi also ate porridge, but he chose steamed buns as the staple food.
Li Yi specially named all kinds of food and pasted them everywhere.
Otherwise, the steamed buns would be called cake.
All the noodles would be called cake.
Steamed buns were called cake. Steamed dumplings were also cake.
Baked buns were called sesame seed cakes. Whether it was baked steamed buns or baked pies.
Steamed buns, noodles, wontons, boiled dumplings, dough slices, and lump soup were cooked in water.
Fried in oil were called pancakes. They were different from pancakes.
Pancakes usually used meat oil. There was no vegetable oil. There was only soybean oil. There was rapeseed oil, which was usually used to light lamps and as medicine. Sesame oil could be fried, but ordinary people couldn't afford it.
Li Yi felt awkward and divided them separately.
Steamed buns were steamed buns, steamed buns were steamed buns, fried buns were fried buns, pies were pies, wontons could be called wontons, and noodles must be noodles.
"This is delicious." Yao Chong, who had compromised with the porridge, said while eating the fermented bean curd.
Li Yi ate his own food. If it's delicious, then eat it.
Yao Chong waited for Li Yi to reply, but he didn't respond. He continued to take deep breaths and didn't get angry.
After panting for a while, he felt much better and asked, "Is there any more food with red on the outside and white on the inside?"
"Mm!" Li Yi replied while chewing.
"This old man wants to take some away. What are you going to do about it?" Yao Chong asked.
He felt that His Majesty, the Empress, and King Song were all eating for free. As the Prime Minister, taking some food was giving them face.
Li Yi didn't care about the old man's face. He said, "One yuan is a hundred coins. Twenty yuan a jar. The jar cost is calculated separately. How about sixty copper coins?"
Yao Chong raised his head and looked at the other tables. Almost everyone was taking a piece.
A hundred coins? Zhuangzi's people are really rich.
"How much is the cost?" Yao Chong wanted to bargain and talk about the cost.
"Without cost, it's worthless. Therefore, I'll sell it for a hundred coins a yuan."
Li Yi raised his chin. Why do you care about my cost? I got it for free. I'm willing to sell it for a hundred coins.
Yao Chong stared at Li Yi and pursed his lips. He looked as if he didn't love him anymore.
"Brother Yi, give me a few jars and bring them back to eat." Li Chengqi seized the opportunity.
"Okay, give Big Brother, Third Brother, and Sister-in-law a hundred jars first. Let me know after I finish eating." Li Yi agreed readily.
It's just fermented bean curd. It's made from tofu. The cost is about the same as soy sauce.
Yao Chong continued to use his chopsticks to shove the deep-fried dough sticks into the porridge bowl. He ate half of the fermented bean curd in one gulp and quickly drank the porridge. It's too salty.
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