In Chang 'an City, Shopkeeper Liang and the others came back with a lot of spiced tea eggs.
They wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
They were all dejected and no longer had their previous pride.
"Have you heard? Shopkeeper Liang and the others went to Pyong Kang Square last night and were driven out. "
"I knew it a long time ago. I also know that they went there today and bought back the hundred-boiled eggs that they didn't buy yesterday. They spent more money."
"Didn't they say yesterday that they were going to catch Li Yi and Li Dongzhu and train them carefully?"
"They even said that they were going to play them in the palm of their hand. That's awesome! "
"What's this called …"
"Heaven's evil can be defied, but self-inflicted evil can't be forgiven."
"They look so pitiful, huh?"
"Pitiful. A day ago, they were bragging about how they humiliated Song De, the steward of Li Family Zhuangzi. They said that Li Dongzhu would definitely cry."
"Who knows why they bought the hundred-boiled eggs?"
"Li Dongzhu was angry and sold the eggs and soy sauce together. If you don't buy the eggs, don't even think about buying the soy sauce."
"Can they do that? If I were them, I wouldn't even buy the soy sauce. "
"If you don't buy it, Li Dongzhu will give the soy sauce to others. If there's no garlic at dinner, will you eat it?"
Countless people in Chang 'an City were talking about it. They were happy yesterday, and they were even happier today.
Anyway, they didn't mind watching the fun. They couldn't afford the soy sauce and the hundred-boiled eggs, but they were happy to see the bad luck of the rich.
Shopkeeper Liang and the others spent money to buy the hundred-boiled eggs, so they couldn't throw them away, let alone lower the price.
Therefore, the thousand-boiled eggs, which they praised to the sky before, were degraded by them to be worthless.
They said that the two kinds of eggs couldn't be compared at all. From the choice of eggs, the ingredients, and the making process, the hundred-boiled eggs were the authentic ones. The thousand-boiled eggs could kill people.
They also said that the thousand-boiled eggs were suitable for the poor, and the hundred-boiled eggs were only suitable for the rich and powerful.
In the Political Affairs Hall, Yao Chong and the others were stunned when they heard the news.
It was solved just like that? He thought that after a fierce struggle, Li Yi would be able to save some face with the help of the officials.
In the end, he had to regain his face from where he had lost it.
He didn't back down in the slightest. His revenge was clean and efficient.
"Li Yi's actions cannot be judged by common sense." Zhang Shuo commented.
"Yesterday, I was angry for him. Today, I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Who knew … Hehe!" Yao Chong wanted to cheer Li Yi, but he lost interest.
"Steady!" Lu Huaishen said.
Yesterday, the whole city of Chang 'an was talking about it, as if a storm was coming.
Today, in the blink of an eye, the clouds parted and the mist dispersed. A ray of sunlight shone down, as usual, as usual, and never moved by anyone.
The three of them thought at the same time, if Li Yi was their opponent, how many tricks would he have up his sleeves if he got serious?
Li Yi didn't know how many people felt about him. He ate until he was about 60% full and carried the tray back to the courtyard.
There were seven small bowls on the tray, each filled with yogurt.
He also used pasteurization technology to test for bacteria and lactic acid bacteria. He only gave it to everyone when it passed.
He had a "hospital", so he didn't lack most of the testing equipment.
Cheese was also a kind of yogurt, especially the cheese made by the nomads.
However, it was not clear how many bacteria there were. Anyway, no one gave data on which nomads died from the bacteria in dairy products.
Perhaps they grew up in that environment and developed antibodies.
"Come, one bowl per person. Use a spoon to eat. In winter, it's easy to get cold or internal heat. The gastrointestinal tract is not good. Drink some yogurt." Li Yi introduced.
Empress Wang took a bowl as soon as she heard that it could cure diseases.
The palace maids and eunuchs also took it happily, but they didn't eat it.
Li Yi looked at them. "It can't be kept for long. When it goes bad, you will get sick after eating it."
The four of them quickly picked up the spoons and ate it in small bites. They really wanted to stay.
They even found something to put it in and brought it back to the palace during their shift.
"Uncle, did you write all of this?" Empress Wang pointed at the stack of paper and asked.
"No, I copied it." Li Yi was honest.
"Yes!" Empress Wang nodded with an "I knew it" look.
"Brother Yi's Three Strokes of Plum Blossom seems to be completely different from the flute song." Li Longji said another song with the same name.
The flute song he said was actually a flute song. In ancient times, the Three Strokes of Plum Blossom was a flute song.
Li Yi was good at bragging, but the way he bragged was different from the one now.
Because the ancient notation was a subtraction method, the songs recorded by this method had notes and fingering, but there was no beat, point, or segmentation.
If a hundred people looked at the same subtraction score, a hundred kinds of music would pop out.
It was the same as the background music of his weather forecast. The tune was "The Fisherman Sings at Night".
But the zither, the guqin, the pipa, the erhu, the weather forecast, and the flute, none of them were the same.
It was hard to say which one was wrong. They all played according to the notes, and with a little variation, they were all quite good.
Li Yi thought and nodded gently. "It is indeed different."
He was afraid that if his third brother wanted to play the flute song "Three Strokes of Plum Blossom" with him, the two of them would not have good chemistry.
Li Yi was now using the pentatonic notation. He had shown it to the beauties before. The two sides communicated.
The beauties all felt that the new method was good.
As for why his third brother could understand it, it was not difficult at all to learn it.
The pentatonic notation was very useful. Even if there were "Fa" and "Xi", which were the "4" and "7" in the notation, there were clear corners and changing palaces in the pentatonic notation.
Including rising Fa and falling Xi, as long as one wanted to, they could use the pentatonic notation.
"Brother Yi, do you have a zither? Why don't we two brothers, I use the zither, and you use the flute? "Li Longji naturally thought that Brother Yi could do it.
"Yes." Li Yi said and looked at Qing Song. Qing Song ate the fastest and finished eating.
Qing Song ran to get the erhu and the flute, which was the flute.
Empress Wang shouted, "Get a guqin, I want to play too."
Qing Song came back with two villagers and a lot of musical instruments.
Two erhu, one pipa, two guqin, and one flute. There was one person who did not have a musical instrument, and he was ready to sing.
As for why the palace maids and eunuchs knew how to play musical instruments, it was because King Chu liked slim waists, and King Yue liked brave warriors.
If the top was good, the bottom would be even better.
If one day in the palace, His Majesty suddenly wanted to play a band, he could casually point and say, "You, you, and you, play a song with me."
If they did not know how to play …
Everyone looked at the score and familiarized themselves with it. After half an hour, Li Yi's flute was used to set the tone.
Other instruments could be tuned, but not the flute, so the flute was used to set the tone.
Following the end of the prelude.
Qing Song sang, "The mortal world has its own infatuated people, don't laugh at the infatuation, too crazy …"
After repeating it three times, Li Longji finally stopped in a good mood.
"San Lang, Uncle, this song is good, we can use it to fill in the lyrics." Empress Wang said with satisfaction.
Li Yi's head was full of sweat, he almost played until his voice broke. He was not familiar with the flute, it was much more convenient to change it to a violin or a piano.
"Brother Yi, in the future, you should compose more of these good songs." Li Longji decided to take it to the pear garden, and Xiao Hongchen went over.
"Okay, Third Brother." Li Yi agreed verbally, but in his heart, what should he copy?
Thinking, he put the flute to his mouth and started playing: Sou ~ ~ Mi Sou Dou ~ ~ La ~ Dou ~ Sou ~ ~ Sou ~ ~ Duo Lai ~ ~ Mi ~ ~ Lai Dou ~ ~ Sou ~ ~ Duo Lai Mi ~ ~ Lai Dou Lai …
The lyrics should be: Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, fragrant grass and blue sky …
This was the song of "Dreaming of Home and Mother". Later, Japan took a section and wrote the lyrics for "Journey Sorrow". Later, Li Shutong wrote the lyrics for "Farewell".
Whether this song was good or not, it was needless to say, Li Yi chose a classic.
"This is good, this is good, does Uncle have the lyrics?" After Li Yi finished, Empress Wang asked expectantly.
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