The palace maids and eunuchs scribbled notes again. Who knew that carrier pigeons could be so capable?
"Dongzhu, it's not easy to raise an eagle." Song De said.
"Jiang Jiao knows how. Didn't he join the regiment? Let him raise one. I'll pay for it."
Li Yi thought of someone. Zhang Jiuling knew how to raise pigeons. Someone in the future made up a rumor that he and Han Yu were good friends. That was pure nonsense.
But Zhang Jiuling really did raise pigeons, and they were not bad.
Jiang Jiao was also good at raising eagles. He and Li Longji met because of eagles.
Li Longji knew how to raise both pigeons and eagles. He couldn't ask Li Longji to do that job, could he?
Li Longji knew many things, but he was only in charge of court affairs.
Li Yi thought of Jiang Jiao. People should make the best use of their talents. For example, Zhong Shaojing was now studying the sea of words. He was doing well with dictionaries.
Zhuangzi's movable type printing was Old Zhong's calligraphy. It was beautiful.
He heard that Old Zhong was proud when he talked about it. He was living a good life.
"Dongzhu, Jiang Jiao followed him to He Province. Will he fall sick and die there?" Song De knew the situation and was worried about Jiang Jiao.
"Impossible. He has a long life. If not for … I can't be an official. It's too tiring. Being an emperor is even more tiring. There's no freedom."
Li Yi was full of emotions when he talked about being an official.
At first, he wanted to be an official, a county magistrate or something, to increase his lifespan.
Later, he found that it was not necessary. Being outside the system could affect things within the system. Who would want to be part of the system?
"Dongzhu, the women in the settlements have less work to do now. All the cotton has been processed, and there's still fur, duck down, goose feather, chicken feather, and cashmere.
Sheep don't have cashmere and have less cashmere. Sheep have a lot of wool and have been defat.
Why don't you ask them to knit sweaters? It'll be another source of income. "
Song De had a lot of things to think about and took the opportunity to say them.
Li Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "The labor-intensive industries, especially the handicraft industry, rely too much on raw materials."
The palace maids and eunuchs continued to take notes. Dongzhu's words needed to be sorted out. An ordinary sentence might have a guiding significance for the development of the Tang dynasty.
Song De waited. He believed that Dongzhu would have a way to arrange for the women in the settlement.
"Grind the flour. Make more treadle flour grinders. Grind the flour in three shifts. There has to be something to do. Buy wheat from elsewhere.
At the same time, he could also make dough wrappers and sell them wholesale. He could also adjust the ratio of gluten and dough wrappers.
If the density of flour and water in the process of making dough is high, you can distill it and then make sweet sauce. Let's try it out. It works in theory, but I don't know how to do it in practice. "
Li Yi came up with a temporary solution to let the women in the settlement who suddenly had nothing to do to grind flour.
The production of the dough skin was interesting. If there was more gluten, there would be less dough skin. If there was more dough skin, there would be less gluten. However, there would still be water from the flour being flushed out.
It could only be made once. It was guaranteed that no one would waste it, just like the pollution of the river in the starch factory.
If there was more water in the flour in a short period of time, after evaporation and cooking, it could be made into sweet sauce.
Sweet sauce and big sauce were two different things.
Sweet sauce was made from flour, while big sauce was made from beans.
Sweet sauce could be fermented or not fermented for a short period of time, but big sauce must be fermented.
In history, the reason why China had sweet sauce was because they were poor.
If they didn't have money to buy soy sauce, they could only make some for free.
This was not a matter of his time. In Beijing and Tianjin, simple sauces were made with flour as seasoning.
The most classic dish was shredded pork with soy sauce. The sauce inside was sweet sauce made from flour.
Later, people couldn't get so much sweet sauce, so they made all kinds of sauces according to local customs.
At the same time, Tianjin Goubuli steamed buns and Quanjude roast duck were famous. The latter was made with sweet sauce.
In the end, people found that it was not delicious and expensive. Why? Was it because of the brand?
Yes, it was because of the brand.
"Match the fat and lean meat of the pork and make them into fillings. Add water and steam the buns. The buns will be oily and fresh.
Feed the ducks until they are fat. After the roast, the fragrance of the fat will be accepted by everyone.
The premise is that they can't be eaten in Zhuangzi. There is no shortage of oil in Zhuangzi. The farmers don't care about these two things. "
Li Yi mumbled. His thoughts were diverging, and as he thought about it, he thought of two brands.
These two brands had already declined when he came to the Tang dynasty.
In the beginning, these two brands were delicious because the people were poor and didn't have oil. Fat ducks loved to eat them, and buns with water were more fragrant.
When the people didn't lack oil, they ate these two things for the sake of tasting the freshness. No one wanted to eat them every meal.
This was inflexibility and lack of flexibility. They didn't make their brands big until the sun set in the west.
For example, when the country was just founded, Old Chen even organized the production of aspirin.
At that time, people said that aspirin was available overseas and was cheap. Why should they make it themselves?
At that time, under the central government's politics, this kind of talk was considered short-sighted.
Later, when the electronic industry developed, some idiots said that they didn't need to produce and research their own technology.
In the end? They said that they wouldn't give you chips, and they wouldn't give you chips.
The idiots who shouted about the division of labor in the global village didn't say anything. Weren't they quite happy at that time?
If there was no aspirin, it was written in the textbooks. It was not a problem to shout about the division of labor in the global village.
They had already experienced things, including the atomic bomb. How could they be so stupid? Not forgetting the past was a teacher for the future!
Other people were idiots, but Li Yi didn't want to be an idiot.
He said to Song De, "Tell the Zhuangzi workshop that every time they develop a new thing, give them a reward of at least ten yuan.
Of course, there is no freedom. They can forget about leaving the Li Family Zhuangzi for the rest of their lives. However, they will allow their children to be officials.
If their children can't pass the exam, I will directly arrange for them. They will get what they deserve. "
"Yes!" Song De replied with a word. He remembered it and continued to encourage the workshop to do research, even if the investment was huge.
Li Yi looked at the palace maids and eunuchs again, "The country is different, so the politics will change. The internal and external are different, so the people will change.
The doctrine of the mean is neither left nor right. The doctrine of the mean is not in the middle.
It is like riding a horse galloping, combining movement and stillness. It is also like a bicycle, seeking balance in motion.
What cannot be changed is the momentum of a towering mountain. What can be changed is the impermanence of flowing water.
There is no difference between the lives of the people and the operations of the army. The imperial court is like a tree. Its roots are firm, and its leaves should not be limited. "
The palace maids and eunuchs tried hard to remember. They knew that Dongzhu suddenly had some ideas that were related to the imperial court and the people.
"When the water is alive, the fish will come out. When the clouds send the rain, there will be little left. "Li Yi said again and walked back with his hands behind his back.
He didn't want to say more. It was too deep and meaningless. He had to think of a way to solve the problem at hand. For example … copying medical books!
No matter how rich his theoretical knowledge and literary talent were, it was not as realistic as throwing out a medical book that could help cure diseases.
Otherwise, he could invent new tools that could save the people's time and solve the problems of the people's livelihood.
"Remember to remind me how many large vats there are. I will earn more money and let the imperial court fork out some money to deal with the pollution of the cesspool."
In detail, Li Yi immediately thought of a situation.
The methane pool was not successful. It was easy to deal with the pollution of the soil, but it was a problem of money.
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