Hearing Li Yi's words, Good Wuwei smiled and waited.
As expected, Li Yi pointed out the problem.
"If I can figure it out, the equipment can only put the sorghum ear in and then knock out the sorghum grain."
Li Yi gestured. He took the ear of a sorghum.
"Sorghum isn't like that?" Good Wuwei really didn't understand this time. If you have a good idea, the people will use it.
The noodle stall owner next to him was anxious. He said, "If you make brooms, you can't make brooms."
Li Yi nodded slightly. The stall owner was right.
The stalk behind the sorghum ear could be made into a broom. Only the ear could be picked, and the back could only be used to make a curtain.
The brush used to wash the pot was also made from the ear, so no one directly started from the ear.
Usually, they used a flail or stone beads to press down.
The long ones with the stalk were made into brooms, and the short ones were made into brushes.
Good Wuwei smiled brightly. He finally realized that Li Yi knew too many things, and they were related to the people's livelihood.
Therefore, he asked softly, "Is Li Dongzhu a reincarnated person?"
"Reincarnated? Ah, Great Wizard, are you saying that you came back with the memories of your previous life? Yes, I am. I didn't do well in my previous life, so I have to start over. "
Li Yi nodded and said, "I told you, but I didn't tell you that I have a system."
Good Wuwei suddenly doubted his judgment. Could reincarnation be said so calmly?
"Speaking of which, sorghum can't be used, but soybeans are not a problem. Step on it and stuff the dried bean seedlings in. After knocking them out, the beans and seedlings come out together and blow them.
Soybeans are easy to solve. It's the same if you dry it and beat it with a flail. Its particles are bigger, and its shell is brittle, so it's easy to open. "
Li Yi changed the topic. So what if he was reincarnated or not?
Good Wuwei still didn't understand. "Soybeans don't need to be beaten, but sutras need to be printed."
"Great Daoist Master, I can't print sutras for you with the printing equipment in Zhuangzi, especially the colors and patterns.
The items in Zhuangzi had to be printed with money. The Li Family Zhuangzi had exchange coupons. However many items the Li Family Zhuangzi had, the number of exchange coupons would be printed.
Why don't you go look for Princess Jinxian? She has a full set of copper movable type printing materials. "
Li Yi refused. If he didn't print scriptures, it would be useless. If he wanted to print scriptures, he would print medical scriptures.
"Princess Jinxian is printing dictionaries." Shan Wuwei's expression was calm.
"Great Daoist Master, translate it first. After Princess Golden Immortal finishes printing the dictionary, we will print the sutra.
Zhuangzi provided the ink. The Great Daoist Master preached the scriptures and teachings, and he should also preach the politics of the Tang dynasty.
Where there is a religion, there is the source of the people. Without the people, there is no religion. Without the people, there is no sect. The foundation of the world is clothing, food, shelter, and transportation.
The Imperial Court of the Tang dynasty is responsible for the welfare of the people and the education of the people. Passing on the Sutras must not become rootless duckweeds. "
Li Yi began to raise his conditions. Princess Jinxian has printed many dictionaries. If you translate one, I will print yours.
The ink will be provided by the Li Family Zhuangzi. When you speak, remember to mention more about His Majesty.
"The scriptures are the foundation." Shan Wuwei did not agree with Li Yi's words.
"How can Ajali be the Emperor? What is Gong Qiaoming used for? Great Daoist Master, please teach me, "Li Yi asked.
"The people will follow the scriptures." Shan Wuwei knew what Li Yi was asking.
Gong Qiaoming was something that Ajali had to have. It was knowledge of agriculture and mulberry.
Ajali did not cultivate alone. He needed to lead the lives of the people. However, later on, no one led the people to work.
"I've learned something. Alright, after Princess Jinxian finishes printing the dictionary, I will sell the ink made by the unimportant people cheaply and print the scriptures."
Li Yi nodded. Previously, he said that he would give it for free. Now, he was selling it. He emphasized the word 'cheaply'.
Shan Wuwei smiled and said, "The Tang dynasty's method of educating and teaching the people is the scriptures. It should be spread."
"That's great. The people are grateful. The ink is free." Li Yi was prepared to give it away for free again.
He was impressed. The other party was too amazing. The moment he said that it was free, he immediately raised the matter of publicity to the level of scriptures. This was wisdom.
There was nothing that could not be discussed. No matter what religion was, people were real.
After Li Yi finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of broth.
Shan Wuwei also drank a mouthful. He stood up and walked back. His goal was not completely achieved, but he was in a good mood.
Li Yi walked out dozens of steps and stood watching the group leave.
He turned back and said with a smile, "The old man is quite interesting. He is preparing to print the original scriptures. Leave it. This is the civilization wealth of the world."
"Great Master Sanzang, did Li Yi disrespect you?" A monk asked Shan Wuwei.
Shan Wuwei smiled and shook his head, "It's done. How can there be disrespect? Li Dongzhu does not want to fight. His heart is for the people. What he said is for the country and the people. "
Shan Wuwei understood. Li Yi's goal was very simple. He had to spread the good news of the Tang dynasty. The people had to trust the court.
This way, the court would have no worries and the people would live a good life.
The soybeans and sorghum were ripe. The people who were farming went to harvest them. Then, they planted wheat and went to the Li Family Zhuangzi to find work.
In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth of August. This year was different from last year. Everyone was preparing to eat mooncakes.
The Li Family Zhuangzi gave the method of making mooncakes. They used molds. Then, it was more expensive to use oil. The dough needed to be baked.
Of course, they could also be steamed.
Steamed ones would not be so oily.
There were also grapes. Now was the best season for grapes.
Li Yi was preparing to celebrate the fifteenth of August with the villagers. However, groups of people came one after another.
Old Man Mu and his wife, Li Wentian and her sister, Third Brother and his sister-in-law were with their children. Eldest Brother did not come. He said that he was at home with his family.
"Welcome, welcome. Two beauties are here again. Wentian, can you eat spicy food? Today, you will eat with my third brother and sister-in-law. Also, Uncle Mu and Mrs. Mu."
Li Yi sent out an invitation for everyone to have a meal together. What a coincidence! Wave after wave of people arrived.
The only regret was that Old Man Mu did not bring a cow today. He only brought a sheep. It seemed that he wanted to use this sheep to pay for the expenses.
Li Wentian and her sister sent a basket of insects and bean worms. They said that they were from her family's bean field.
The little ones were cute and were close to Old Man Mu and his wife and Li Wentian and her sister.
"Brother Yi, after Shan Wuwei came a few days ago, he kept saying that the people of the Tang dynasty have a good life with the court."
Li Longji looked at the layer of chili oil on the boiled meat slices and did not dare to eat them. He chatted.
"Yes, we agreed that I would provide him with ink to print sutras if he was just.
In fact, he did not know much about farming. In the manufacturing of farming tools, the shortcomings were more obvious.
Therefore, Ajali is only the standard of their assessment, which is not in line with the Tang dynasty. "
Li Yi commented on Shan Wuwei.
In Li Yi's opinion, Shan Wuwei was far from proficient in all kinds of things.
At least he did not know that the ears of sorghum alone could not be made into brooms, nor did he understand the principle of shelling crops.
"Brother Yi, what if you compare yourself with the village officials in the villages?" Li Longji felt that Shan Wuwei was wronged.
No matter how much Shan Wuwei knew, he could not be as good as Brother Yi.
Brother Yi was good at studying the truth of some things and even used books to teach.
"Those village officials are actually good. At least none of them ran away." Li Yi was very happy when talking about the village officials.
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