Bringing System to Great Tang

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　　 smashed the mud noodles into the cold house, the noise was blocked. The customer fetches light tea and apologizes that he has no time.

　　 Hear the words, look at the river sand, a thousand hurdles are pressed. Plum blossoms are especially prosperous in the evening, and the city is full of fragrance.

　　 A few people looked at the palace, turned around, and learned that those people with ten surnames from the Western Turks had finally left, and Queen Wang proposed to go back. When they were exhausted, they wanted to rest.

　　 Changan ordered Pei Yaoqing to stop, he just got news from Qianniuwei.

　　 summoned the people in the yamen for a short meeting. Everyone dispersed out and asked someone to help promote it.

　　Chang'an is part of the Loess Plateau, and there is no shortage of sediment, especially the clay of pottery.

　　 The people who got the news first ran out of the city to dig the mud. When there were too many people, it was much more convenient to dig up the frozen soil and then take the mud.

　　 There are also people scouring the sand by the river, using a sieve to sieve it.

　　 They want ordinary pottery, and selling clay that they don’t want is similar.

　　 The ratio of sand to mud, and to what extent, I have told them.

　　 When the city gate was closed in the dark, some people had brought back a lot of mud, boiled some hot water, and kneaded and rolled it overnight.

　　 Pei Yaoqing went home at night, there were still drunk crabs, but he felt extremely ashamed when he ate.

　　 Yesterday, no one can help a large number of people find jobs.

　　 Your Majesty hurried to Li Yizhuangzi after the meeting this morning, and news came in the afternoon.

　　 is very simple, everyone play mud together, and then exchange the mud for pottery or money.

　　 There are pottery, and there are more utensils in the house, so there is no need to buy it.

　　 Asking for money is naturally more convenient.

　　 But after all, pottery is better, and the money you make can't buy those pottery.

　　 "Eating good food, but not being able to help the people think of a good way, is really embarrassing."

　　 Pei Yaoqing criticized herself, and then started to eat.

　　 Pei Yaoqing wants to open it, how do I compare with Li Yi? Did the three prime ministers say they didn’t agree yesterday?

　　 Tomorrow, see what the prime ministers say? It is estimated that they are thick-skinned and have forgotten many things.

　　 The ninth day of the first lunar month, the second day of the official work day, his Majesty did not come back in the morning, and the three prime ministers got used to it.

　　 "I heard that many people went out of the city to dig mud yesterday afternoon." Yao Chong spoke first after dealing with some important things.

　　"To make clay bodies for pottery, Li Yi collects them, you can exchange for money, and you can also get fired pottery.

　　 Pei Yaoqing has asked people to go to the nearby kiln to post a message and ask them if they want it. The price is fixed. "

　　 Zhang said that he despised Yao Chong, do you still ask if you don’t know?

　　 Didn’t you find someone to learn more about it when you went home last night?

　　 "Actually a certain thought about it yesterday, but unfortunately there is no kiln at home." Yao Chong said with an upright look.

　　 Lu Huaishen put down the tea cup, didn't want to drink it anymore, wanted to vomit.

　　 "Two people, let's go and see, is it a good idea? It's always about letting the people talk." Yao Chong wanted to go out for a stroll.

　　 It has just passed the new year, except for the question of ten surnames in the Western Turks, nothing else.

　　The Western Turks couldn’t stay idle at Hongshe Temple, so they went to Li Yizhuangzi to change things.

　　I heard the people from Hongshe Temple say that after changing things in the past, they secretly said that Li Yi was stupid.

　　 My God! How can there be such an idea?

　　 You are doing business with profit, and you think Li Yi is stupid, but you can only explain one problem. You were miserably cheated.

　　 You sell him a sheep, and he takes out the mutton oil to make candles, and those candles can at least replace your two sheep.

　　Other mutton, sheepskin, and sheep are sold to Li Yi.

　　 Zhang said to think about what he should deal with, it was almost done, and nodded.

　　 "Well, go to Chongxianfang, there is the West Market, there are many poor people." Lu Huaishen expressed support.

　　 He actually wants to see the progress of his home today.

　　 In winter, when others don’t build houses, there are a lot of people watching in my own house.

　　 The three went out and shared a carriage.

　　 Yao Chong and Lu Huaishen didn't get out of the car, so they took the car that Zhang said.

　　 "Don't you think my carts don't have to eat?" Zhang said, complaining.

　　 The other two people didn’t say anything. They just sat anyway. Does your horse eat or not have something to do with me?

　　 The carriage came out of Anfumen on the west side of the imperial city, first passed by Pingzhengfang, and continued to the south to the clothzhengfang of the ancient family of Wei Zhi.

　　 At the door of Wei Zhigu's house, the car stopped deliberately, and the smell of sheep soup floated out.

　　 "He is eating lamb, he is rich." Yao Chong said with a smile.

　　 "I'm in a bad mood, I'm sick, so I want to make up." Lu Huaishen squeezed Yao Chong to say that you were all hurt by Yao Chong.

　　 "Don't be afraid, Li Yi is here." Yao Chong said something that was self-comforting.

　　 The car continued to go south until it reached Chongxian Fang.

　　 The plum blossoms planted in the workshop have not been completely exhausted, and they are still proud of Xue Lingshuang.

　　 "It will be gone in a few days." Zhang said, looking at the plum blossom sticks in the square.

　　 "It doesn't matter if it's gone. It's nothing but mud and dust, only the fragrance is as usual."

　　 Yao Chong said, annoyed after that, isn’t this a poem written by Li Yi for Pingkangfang?

　　 When I arrived at Lu Huaishen's house, there were many people watching.

　　 The three of them got off the car, everyone saluted, they knew Lu Huaishen, and lived here.

　　 Lu Huaishen took a bag of tea from Zhang Shuo’s car, and Li Longji took it from Li Yi for the welfare of the prime ministers.

　　 Zhang said: "..."

　　 "I'm not much anymore," he said.

　　 "There will be new tea soon after the beginning of the spring. I will take you to the neighbor's house. He can't afford good tea."

　　 Lu Huaishen said and walked around, knocked on the door and went in.

　　 There was a crackling sound coming from inside. An old man and an old lady were playing in the mud with a family of seven.

Seven people live in two rooms, the old couple and the second son live in one room, the eldest son, daughter-in-law, and two children live in one room~www.wuxiahere.com~Seven people are busy, kneading mud, throwing mud, and washing sand. , And roll it with a rolling pin to make the mud and sand mix better.

　　 "Old Wu, can this new method work?" Lu Huaishen asked as soon as he came in.

　　 "It's a great help. Old Lu, you greet people to sit down. There is boiling water and some old tea." The old man greeted Lu Huaishen casually.

　　 "I brought you tea. Your Majesty gave it to you. Drink some, and you can keep the rest." Lu Huaishen said as she went to get something and pour water to make tea by herself.

　　 Zhang said that he and Yao Chong were sitting on the side of the couch and didn't dislike it at all.

　　 Lu Huaishen makes three bowls of tea, all of which have gaps.

　　 "Old Wu, do you want to change money or the pottery?" Lu Huaishen asked while waiting for the tea to boil.

　　 "There are many people in the family, some for money, and some for pottery. Pei Ming Palace is indeed a good county magistrate and can always find work for us."

　　 When the old man was kneading there, he found that there was a bit of sand, so he squeezed it out and threw it away.

　　 "Old Wu, this is not what Pei Yaoqing thought, including briquettes and ice chiseling, it is your majesty." Lu Huaishen corrected his mistake.

　　 "Yes, yes, your majesty, it is your majesty who called Pei Ming Mansion to Chang'an." The old man said along.

　　 "How are the days at home?" Yao Chong asked as he watched the family work.

　　 "There is money to be made, of course it is good, who would have thought that at this time there can be a lot of money to be found, a few years ago..."

　　 The old man picked up a large grain of sand and talked about the past.

　　 The three of them listened, interjecting a word from time to time.

　　 After the tea is finished, the three of them leave and go to someone else's house.

　　 It's almost noon to end the visit.

　　 A gust of wind blew, Zhang said, sniffing, and said: "The plum blossoms in the city are still very fragrant."