Chapter 1671: People's Livelihood Is Difficult and They Want to Build a Bridge

Meng Yifu looked at his parents first. Seeing that they did not object, he happily took the toothpick and stabbed and turned it. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly stopped and walked to his mother: "Mom, try it."

"Okay." Han Xiangke opened his mouth and ate it.

It was written in the newspaper that children should not refuse when they are filial, unless there are special circumstances, such as the child really needs more nutrition and there is no extra at home.

Meng Yifu went back happily, stabbed it again and fed others, and then he felt at ease to eat it himself after feeding a circle.

His height was just right to stand there and eat one at a time, which was easier than adults.

It was just a little spicy, so he had to slow down after eating one.

The palace maid brought cold juice and put it next to him.

"Gangrou came here this time, is there nothing serious?" Meng Haoran asked specifically, how could Li Yi travel casually?

"Farming, see how to manage gravel land, if successful, it can be promoted outside.

Some places grow melons and ginger, both of which are grown, and grain needs to be purchased from outside.

Our Tang Dynasty has not yet reached the point of abandoning local food crop planting and only developing cash crops."

Li Yi said the situation, and the Tang Dynasty always encouraged the people to plant trees.

The vegetation in Guanzhong, where Chang'an is located, and in the northwest region, was much stronger than that in a certain period of his time.

Later, when the Tang Dynasty was destroyed, more places were occupied by non-agricultural ethnic groups, and they did not plant trees. Desertification began to become serious.

When the Little Ice Age came, it was even worse here.

After that, when the northwest was mentioned, the first thing that came to mind was the desert, raising goats to dig grass roots, water evaporation exceeding precipitation, groundwater level decline, and even seeds could not be harvested from farming...

At that time, many people studied and said that desertification could not be changed by human power.

Later, Li Yi saw the actual situation. The desert could get better in the face of the power of his own country, as long as no one destroyed it artificially.

When he arrived in Lantian County, he had to calm down and see what was suitable to plant.

He had a set of theories and materials, and needed a test site. He hoped that the gravel land in Lantian County would perform differently.

As for raising goats, he was more opposed. Goats are easy to raise, but they do hurt plants.

Unless you find goats with high milk production and keep them in captivity.

"Is farming so troublesome?" Meng Haoran still didn't believe it. He farmed himself, and there were good places in Lantian County where farming was possible.

"If there's a chance, I'll take you to Longyou Road, no, Guannei Road north of Jingji Road, and you'll know what people in the windy and sandy loess land grow."

Li Yi was not angry. Except for a few people like Zhang Jiuling, how many people in Guangzhou Governor's Office knew about the severe cold in the north in winter?

Similarly, people in the north don't know the dampness and coldness in the south. Only those who have been there can understand.

Only people like Su Shi can live anywhere in the country and write famous poems that have been passed down through the ages.

"Isn't there a well over there?" Meng Haoran paid attention to the north. A line of wells was drilled through the desert.

"It still doesn't work. The same people plant the same crop on the same area of ​​land. The locals spend more time working than the people in Lantian County, but the yield is still lower.

Rice can't be planted in Guannei Road, but wheat and soybeans can be planted. Gyeonggi Province has a water network, so they just open a hole and put water in, and that's it.

Guannei Road needs to press wells. If it doesn't rain, they will continue to press wells, and all the time will be spent on pressing wells.

The soil is not fertile enough, and I don't have much fertilizer, so I can only weed diligently. After the harvest, the yield is more than 30% lower than here."

Li Yi pursed his lips after speaking, it was really too difficult.

He felt sorry for the people in other parts of the Tang Dynasty, and he had too much power.

He could mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops to fight with just one word. When he said he was short of money, countless people donated money.

It was his responsibility and obligation to let the people of the Tang Dynasty live a good life.

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"Is there such a big difference? When will I go to see it?"

Meng Haoran's hometown has fertile land. How can Xiazhou in Guannei Road compare with Xiangzhou in Shannan East Road? Why not compare with Jiangnan Road?

"I'll see if I can arrange it next year. This year we're going to Henan Prefecture. It's the dry season of the Yellow River... Let's build a bridge?"

Li Yi said he had an idea to go to Luoyang.

"There are many cement factories and steel factories there. In winter, the Yellow River enters the dry season, and many riverbeds are exposed.

Henan Prefecture has a larger population, so we can mobilize them. Anyway, there's nothing to do in winter.

Add to that the recruitment of soldiers, some Yulin flying cavalry, Southwest Barbarians, and the nine surnames of Tiele..."

Li Yi immediately calculated that building a bridge over the Yellow River was a big temptation for him.

Wang Wei and the other two looked at each other. It's useless to tell us. You have to go back to find His Majesty and the Prime Minister.

"Release the pigeons?" Meng Haoran knew that there were pigeons on the yacht.

"It's raining heavily outside. Are you willing to go out? What if you get sick? Once you spread it to a large area, there's no rush."

Li Yi looked at the water flowing on the window and couldn't bear to let the pigeons go.

In fact, if the pigeons were released, they wouldn't fly home directly. They had to find a place to shelter from the rain first. The place where the yacht was deployed was very suitable.

In that case, why bother?

"Since Li Dongzhu can consider river repair and manpower, he has naturally considered the logistics. The pilgrims are looking forward to the day when the bridge is built."

Han Xiangke asked, how do you guarantee the food and drink of so many people?

Of course she would not ask directly: what do you give to the people working?

That belongs to an ordinary peasant woman, her status is different.

"When the train is open, we will go to Haizhou, go to the Tang Dynasty fleet outside and come back, and fish outside Haizhou. There is little food, so we can only eat meat."

Li Yi said with a bitter face, as if eating meat is a helpless thing.

"Hahaha~~" Everyone laughed.

Han Xiangke knew the answer, and laughed: "It turns out that what Emperor Hui of Jin said makes sense, if you can't eat rice, eat meat porridge."

"His intelligence is not good, it is a disease, he should not sit in that position.

Some people are born with it, you can't force it. Some people are born with it, they are ignorant and incompetent. If they manage their family, their family will fail, and if they govern, the people will suffer.

If what they learn is not for the people, they should be assigned to another position, just like Zheng Xian and Guo Xianzhou who were dismissed by the prime minister of Song Dynasty."

Li Yi suddenly changed the topic and talked about being an official.

Wang Wei stopped pinching the snail: "Hardness and softness, the root of Buddhism and Taoism lies in the people, the people's daily life, the ultimate truth of Buddhism, and the nature of Taoism."

He didn't want to change places, and those two people became Taoists.

"Mo Jie is really amazing, crossing the misty into reality, and transforming the world into the world. This year is up to you, and we will discuss what you want to be next year. UU reading ｗww.uukaｎshu.net "

Li Yi was satisfied, and he could choose the official next year.

"Hardness and softness, I want to be a fifth-rank official, a casual official."

Meng Haoran took the opportunity to make a request next to him, give me a promotion, I want my wife to be ordered.

Li Yi looked over, nodded, and understood: "Haoran, you should write a few more poems, for example, 'When the sun is high in the sky, sweat drips down to the ground. Who cares about the food on the plate, every grain is the result of hard work.' This poem I copied is similar."

"Are there any other poems?" Meng Haoran thought it was okay, this poem was OK.

"In spring, plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, harvest ten thousand grains. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death." Li Yi's stuff is easy to copy.

"Okay, this one is also good, is there any more?" Meng Haoran understood the meaning and found the feeling.

"Haoran, there can't be any more. Digging pits to bury people on rainy days will make you sick if you bury too many people." Changsun Xin suddenly said something beside him.

Everyone laughed again, so happy, Li Yi lowered his head and sighed.

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