Chapter 1532: Too Much Prosperity Makes One Feel Depressed

"Bring the system to Datang ()"!

"What will happen if we continue like this?"

At the Bashui Bridge, Bo E, who was wearing a Tang suit and a bamboo hat, ate a bowl of free stew with the barley tsampa he brought, and spoke in a low voice.

Isimba doesn't eat tsampa, he bought scallion pancakes, he disliked his colleagues' hometown sentiment, it was artificial.

Did they first make good tsampa and then eat it with stew?

"After they planted, they had to promote it throughout Datang, taking it back. Li Yi went out personally, regardless of the risks at sea, and the crops he found must be good."

Isimba lived a life of taking what Datang had, and he took what he could quickly.

He attached importance to new crops. A few years ago, Li Yi's fame was far different from what it is now. He went out together to solve the locust plague in the area east of Taihang Mountain.

I later learned that many people hoped for his return during that trip, including the Tang Emperor Li Longji.

Arrived in Luoyang, the time left is still short.

Then flew to the north, and returned in a few days, which does not count.

Left just in the first month of the year, and returned last night, it took too long, the overseas crops must be extraordinary.

Wait, wait for the Tang Dynasty to popularize, stealthily collect, the key is to learn how to plant.

Bo E was obviously talking about another thing, he emphasized: "Li Yi can always find good things and come up with good ideas, in the long run, what can Tubo do?"

"Climate, the newspaper said it is called environment, climate. Most soldiers in the Tang Dynasty can hardly survive."

Isinba said it, and shook his head first.

He knew about the 30,000 soldiers on Mount Taibai, and Li Yi was making arrangements in advance.

Thirty thousand people plus the locals who are accustomed to the plateau environment, and the Yulin flying cavalry, took up weapons to attack Tubo, Tubo had difficulty in resisting.

The more Isimba thought about it, the more worried he became: "We should march to Tianzhu to survive and gain strategic locations."

He was considering a retreat, using the snow-capped mountains as a wall to block the Tang army, running to Tianzhu, and crossing the mountain.

"The soup for stewing pork is salty!" Bo E suddenly said something irrelevant.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted at the soup distribution area: "Don't put salt in it, just put the vegetables in. Come on, bring the vegetables back and add water."

"It's really salty. The people of the Tang Dynasty don't lack salt to eat, let alone money."

Isimba has no special demand for salt, and Tubo has plenty of salt.

He saw that the people of Chang'an brought things to add by themselves, proving that the people live a good life.

When salt was cheap in the past, the people were reluctant to give it.

At the beginning, there was free soup, and the people mostly took advantage of it.

Nowadays, people don't care about free things, they just want to participate together.

The shed that provides free soup has things to sell.

If you say you want to starve to death, the shed provides bread slices and soup, and guarantees that you won't die of hunger.

This year, many people in Jingzhao Prefecture spend more money to sell things in the shed, giving the shed a profit so that it can be maintained and avoid the court from removing the shed due to lack of money.

Ten days ago, there was an old man dressed in a wealthy family, fishing by a canal in a shed more than 20 miles west of Chang'an City.

He would cook soup for the fish in the shed after catching them, chat with people, and talk about his youth.

He would eat there at noon, with black bread slices and fish soup, and he didn't dislike it at all.

When it was noon... noon... Shenshi... Oh, 3:30 in the afternoon, there was a clock, the same time.

3:30, also called 15:30, the old man carried two crucian carps and walked home, saying that he would stew soup for his third daughter-in-law to increase milk production in the evening and feed his seven grandsons.

He lived a leisurely and comfortable life, so I caught up with him and asked him why he went so far to fish.

He said that there were two small roads in the area, and people from distant villages would come here. They were tired from walking on the mountain road, and they would have strength to drink fish soup with more meat.

I asked the old man again: How many people can you help by yourself?

The old man replied: How many people are there like me?

This is the situation in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. His own Tubo, which he wanted but could not get, was hard to see even if he wanted to.

"One pot is divided into two pots. I take the pickled cabbage, which is cut into shreds. It will not be salty after dividing.

There are too many pickled cabbages in the village. If we don't eat them, we can only use them to soak stinky tofu.

The owner said that this stinky tofu is the most authentic when fried, and it is more fragrant than the one with stinky tofu sauce. It is also soaked in shepherd's purse juice."

People from Zhangjia Village came by bicycle to deliver pickled cabbage.

It has been accumulated since late autumn last year and has been kept until now. There is a layer of white bubbles on the pickled cabbage water. If we don't eat it, it will rot.

If you want to eat pickled cabbage, you have to accumulate it again, unless a jar of pickled cabbage has been kept in a cool place without being touched, so that it can be preserved longer.

Every family in Zhangjia Village has a bicycle, which is amazing.

It does not occupy the membership quota of kerosene lamps and thermos bottles. It is purchased through internal channels at cost price. The only requirement is that it is not allowed to sell.

People in the village can only ride within the scope of Chang'an City at most. They don't go far away for fear of being robbed.

The key is that the tires of bicycles are solid tires made of gum, which makes it tiring to ride far.

There were two large pots in the shed that were over-salted. They were separated into separate pots, and boiling water was added. Then, pickled cabbage was added, and the mixture was stirred. The saltiness was tasted, and it was done!

A few extra spoonfuls of meat oil were added, and the water was added to separate pots to reduce the smell of oil.

The people went to serve, and the expressions on their faces were like flowers waiting for bees to collect nectar.

"I'm jealous." Bo E went to pour the contents of the bowl into the large pot, and scooped the soup and vegetables back to complain to Isimba.

"I'll go change it too." Isimba didn't want to talk about jealousy or not, it was meaningless.

When he sat down again, Bo E suddenly said, "If all Tubo surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, would it be okay?"

"Why do you say that?" Isimba was shocked.

"The source of the Yellow River is where more tribes joined the Tang Dynasty, and life became better. What are we fighting for? We are not thinking about the people."

Bo E was analyzing. He had wanted to kill Li Yi before, even if he died.

He watched Li Yi lead the people of Jingzhao Prefecture to live a good life, and it spread to the entire Tang Dynasty.

Yesterday he looked at the shore and saw the lights of the yacht shining brightly, and saw Li Yi flying with Princess Yongmu.

So many red corals, seeds, and seafood appeared on the water curtain.

The people around him shouted "Welcome to the host", what Li Yi said.

He was entangled. His own Zamp was not as good as Li Yi, and several Daluns were not good enough.

"Are you not going to kill him?" Isimba was also hesitant. The enemy was too powerful.

"He is timid. It is more difficult to see him than to see the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. He is afraid that others will assassinate him." Bo E was depressed again.

"But he can assassinate others." Isimba was also depressed.

"Eat, where did you buy the scallion pancake? It's delicious." Bo E picked up a scallion pancake of Isimba and smelled it, saying.

"Two more scallion pancakes." Isimba shouted.

Less than three meters away, a man with a towel on his shoulder responded: "Okay!"

"Why didn't I see it just now?" Bo E wondered.

"I think you don't want to pay, I'll treat you." Isimba didn't believe it.

...

"This oil is peanut oil, this is sunflower oil, UUreadwww.uukanshu.net I squeezed it there.

I have to go to Qiongzhou in a few days to grow tropical crops, including rubber trees.

Next time I go to another place, get seeds, especially edible oil crops, which can be used to make soap, and are better than soybean oil.

In fact, soybean oil is not the best oil, it's just that soybeans are easier to grow.

Then we know how to make the pot explode when cooking, otherwise the raw soybean oil is really unpalatable when it's put into the pot."

Li Yi introduced two kinds of oil, not the two kinds of corrupt oil.

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