Chapter 1611: Learning Is Not Mixed with Leisure in the Rain

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"Hurry up, hurry up and harvest, why haven't they come yet?" A battalion commander who was recruiting soldiers saw the colorful clouds in the morning turn into the current dark clouds, and shouted anxiously.

There were too few people in their battalion who could harvest wheat. They used to be herdsmen in the east of the Hexi Jiedushi.

By the way, it was the Zhechongfu, which was later abolished. When they just regained their freedom, they thought about doing other jobs.

The court said to recruit soldiers, and they ran over to get a job that they thought was easy to make money, guarding Chang'an, and basically not fighting.

After arriving, they found that the money was really a lot, and the emperor gave it personally.

I also found that the training was different from what I had before. If it weren't for the meat, my body couldn't bear it at all.

Climbing mountains, training on the mountains, there is snow on the mountains in summer, breathing hard, and it's cold.

After finally surviving, I still have to catch rabbits and help the people work.

Is harvesting wheat a job for people? It's better to climb Taibai Mountain again.

A battalion is responsible for a large area. The speed is slow, and the people are anxious, but it is difficult to urge them. Your Majesty's army has worked hard, but the skills are poor.

The battalion commander did not try to be brave. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately sent people to ask for help.

Asking for help would at most lose face, proving that his team was worse than others in this aspect.

Not asking for help would delay the people from harvesting wheat, and the loss might not be a matter of face.

Shouting, he continued to work. Why didn't he understand the tools?

"Don't be afraid of rain, just don't hurt your waist." The farmers felt distressed. What a good soldier, although the wheat harvest was slow.

The soldiers were anxious, and the sound of horse hooves came. A team of a hundred people.

They ran to the end of the field, turned over and dismounted, picked up the horses, rushed into the field, stood in a row and began to swing.

Seeing a horizontal row moving forward, the wheat fell in pieces.

"Is this... specially practiced?" The battalion commander was dumbfounded.

"What are you standing there for? Come and bundle the wheat, right?" The Yu Lin Flying Cavalry saw the recruits coming to watch the fun and shouted.

"Yes, yes, come and help." The battalion commander reacted and called his brothers.

The twenty families in this large area of ​​land were relieved, and each of them worked hard to harvest the wheat and chatted quietly with the people next to them.

"See? They are all part of His Majesty's private army, and they are divided into different levels."

"How did Li Dongzhu lead the Yulin Flying Cavalry? Li Dongzhu didn't personally manage the recruitment."

"Hey! That's right! Whether the soldiers are good or not depends on the general. If the soldiers are bad, the generals will be bad too."

"The recruited soldiers are not bad either, and they are in good physical condition. We should blame ourselves because we are busy with other things."

"Many women have work to do, and the children go to school. It's really hard to call the elderly at home to work."

"It was His Majesty who said that he would send soldiers to help. Even if His Majesty didn't say it, we had to do it. After the harvest, we planted sorghum and then some soybeans."

"With enough fertilizer, the wheat grew well and the harvest was good. We don't have to pay rent and labor service, but we have to pay taxes on wheat, which is 30% of the tax. Can we sell it at a good price?"

"It depends on Li Dongzhu. We will sell it at whatever price Li Dongzhu sets. Grain merchants can only raise the price. Don't even think about buying low-priced grain from us."

The people talked without delaying their work, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

A few years ago, before the summer harvest, there was a shortage of crops.

The family could not eat, so they had to borrow money to buy grain.

When the summer harvest came, after paying the rent, the remaining grain had to be sold to pay the money.

When selling, the grain merchants pushed down the price, which was more than half cheaper than the grain bought during the shortage.

Planting other crops, before the autumn harvest, there was a shortage of crops, and it continued.

If there was another sick person in the family who needed medicine, after a year of hard work, they might still owe money.

Now there is no shortage of food, and extra grain has been saved.

Do other work to make money, make clothes, repair the house, buy household items, make jewelry for the wife, and feed eggs to the children.

After the harvest, you don’t have to sell the grain, and the money is enough.

This is called living, getting better day by day.

When the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled in, the wheat harvested by hand had been piled into stacks and covered with straw mats.

They were all piled high on flat ground to prevent rain from rushing down the ground.

The rain looked like a sudden downpour. After it rained, it would be sunny tomorrow at the latest. Then we could dry the land and spread the wheat to dry.

The next thing was also easy to do. There were special tools for threshing.

There was no shortage of tools for hulling, even for grinding flour.

The raindrops as big as beans fell down with a clatter, and there were basically no people on the road.

People on the road had already run to the nearest shed to take shelter, rest first, and see what was going on.

The small boats in the water network lowered the curtains around them to avoid water ingress, and the boats continued to move forward.

It was more troublesome to go against the current. If it rained heavily, there would be a lot of water, and it would be more tiring to go against the current.

The workers at the dock kept moving, wearing waistcoats and rolling up their trouser legs, and continued to carry things. The carts moved back and forth on the tracks.

In the entire Jingzhao Prefecture, all the families facing the road took in the straw sandals hanging under the eaves.

Ever since someone had no shoes to wear in the East Market and was seen by Li Yi, the newspapers had given publicity, and there were also methods to make straw sandals.

Some families didn't need tools at all, it was just a few pairs of straw sandals! I made them in my own time and hung them outside.

If someone's shoes broke, they could just be taken away. You couldn't use them to burn, right? Grass doesn't burn well.

Even if the locals in Jingzhao Prefecture wore straw sandals, they were finely processed, comfortable, and not easy to break.

No one wanted straw sandals that broke within ten miles.

They were prepared for people who had just arrived in Jingzhao Prefecture. Going barefoot made the Tang Dynasty look poor.

In Lijiazhuangzi, a little girl stood at the door and watched the rain outside. She held a bottle of carbonated beverage in her hand, took a sip from time to time, and then panted hard.

It was made by Li Yi. Drinking it all the time is not good for the body. Drinking it occasionally makes people feel comfortable.

When it is hot and humid, drink iced one and burp, and you will feel refreshed all of a sudden.

The people in the tofu shop of Lijiazhuangzi are soaking beans, preparing to make tofu, and then use tofu to make fermented bean curd.

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Fermented bean curd needs a fermentation time. Lijiazhuangzi is in short supply and needs to make up for it.

Li Yi will not perform surgery today. The weather is bad. If the death row prisoner dies on the operating table, the Tang Dynasty will lose a labor force.

He sat not far from the door with his eyes dull, studying and watching other people's surgery videos.

Princess Yongmu took Xiaolan to their study to sort out the materials and deepen their understanding.

All the children in the village went to sleep, including the children from Xiaolan's neighbors.

It was raining outside, and they slept soundly.

Li Longji drank tea and reviewed memorials, a total of five books, about the transfer of local officials.

He didn't care about the allocation of funds, leaving it to professionals.

After thinking about the candidates, he decided on them one by one and ordered them to be sent to Zhuangzi's political hall for the prime ministers to review.

The prime ministers actually listed the candidates when they sent them up, but Li Longji had additional ideas and used other people for two of the positions.

If the prime minister disagreed, he had to come over and talk about the candidates for the governor of the prefecture.

"Li Shi, can you still remember what it was like when it rained in this season when I first ascended the throne?"

Li Longji was bored and asked Gao Lishi who was standing next to him.

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