Bring The System To Datang

Li Longji had already talked about the problem before calling everyone over. Some farmers have put a lot of fertilizer in the fields. What should I do in case of heavy rain?

The ministers thought hard along the way, thinking deep, not daring to speak easily, there was a feeling of a cup of bow and snake shadow.

Zaifu thought that when they were wronged, Yao Chong and Lu Huaishen did not work like this?

I no longer engage in political struggles, and save a lot of resources. I should be praised. Why would Li Yi come back and be stunned?

"The minister thought he should stay fat." Su Ting said first, with just one sentence.

Li Longji took the umbrella and went into the shed. The rain was heavy, the wind was blowing diagonally, and the legs of his trousers were wet.

Others came in one after another, looking for a place to sit down.

"You can't stay fat, you should let it go." Song Jing and Su Ting had different opinions.

Li Longji nodded and looked at Bi Gou.

Bi Gou stroked his beard: "When staying and putting it out for coordination, staying while staying, and staying while putting it down."

After the three Zaifu finished watching Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Jiuling looked at Li Yi: "I listen to hard and soft."

The three of them despised him at the same time, not wanting face, right?

Wang Damu was roasting on fire, his left knee was in a comfortable position, and there was a rabbit leather cover next to him. When he went out, he should put on heat preservation.

He doesn't know Zaifu, but he knows clothes, including goldfish bags.

Hearing a few people talking, he whispered to Li Yi: "Master Li, didn't you send someone to release the water? They..."

"Look, the minister is right." Song Jing spoke to Li Longji.

Li Longji glared at him, what minister? My identity must not be revealed.

"Why do you want to put it?" Bi Go asked for something.

"Because..." Song Jing thought hard, and suddenly saw the rabbit skin: "If there is no skin, Mao will be An Fu."

Li Yi stretched out his thumb, OK, you said something human.

Song Jing uttered a long sigh. It was not easy. He thought it was such a big deal.

Su Ting frowned, "Li Yi, let go of the water, the fat loss is huge."

"If you lose, you will lose. At least there will be more fish in the river theoretically. As soon as the rain is soaked, part of the fertilizer seeps into the soil, which is still good for the crops."

Li Yi reasoned, paused, and said to Wang Damu: "It's not good to have too much fertilizer. Even if the farm is fat, it will burn the land."

"All the accumulated fat is gone." Wang Damu bowed his head sadly.

"When dredging the silt this winter, it will be divided among the people who have land. The tools are advanced and the dredging is more convenient." Li Yi hurried to think of a solution.

"Yes, dredging the silt for everyone, so you can put it in the sun first, so you can push it home.

The dredging is conducive to the depth of the river and at the same time increases aquatic products.

Even if the water is boiled, drinking clean river water after dredging is better than drinking river water with more things from Mai Tai. "

Zhang Jiuling rushed to say, "I have learned, and I can apply what I have learned."

Wang Damu looked up: "I will help dredging the silt, planting a greenhouse and topdressing."

As he drank a big mouthful of the soup in the bowl of noodles, it was spicy and delicious.

Li Yishun picked up the spoon and took half a spoon of soup, and filled Wang Damu again. He knew that Wang Damu was reluctant to eat such white noodles.

Soak it, the more it gets, the more it gets.

"You have to eat noodles." Su Ting was anxious for others.

"The soup is delicious." Wang Damu said embarrassedly that he was reluctant to eat noodles.

Li Yi nodded and peeled another two cloves of garlic.

Wang Damu took a bite of the garlic and bit it down. It's spicy. It's different from the spicy soup. He can only eat noodles to relieve the spicy.

When Su Ting looked at Li Yi, he felt that he had learned it. He used to eat noodles for garlic?

"This bowl of noodles ninety-nine noodles is made. After you finish it, Damu, try another bowl of eighty noodles to help you see which tastes good."

Li Yi saw Wang Damu's expression distressed. He had eaten too much noodles just now, so he hurriedly asked for help.

"Ah? Good!" Wang Damu happily began to eat noodles, and there was still a bowl.

After taking two mouthfuls, he reacted suddenly, and his eyes were red again: "Lord Li, you..."

"You plant greenhouses, raise seedlings, and accumulate a lot of fertilizer. You make money by yourself, but in fact, Datang makes more money.

Seeing you all have a good life, I am naturally in a good mood. What you can get is because you paid.

Everyone is like you, the Tang Dynasty will be prosperous, and I will eat wherever I can, and spend no money. "

Li Yi took the words and encouraged Wang Damu.

Wang Damu nodded vigorously: "Well! Don't worry, Li Dongzhu, I will work hard, we have discussed it, and I want to write a Wanmin book to you, which you use to beat the prime minister."

Four Zaifu: "..."

Did we grab your noodle bowl? Could it be because you didn't peel the garlic? Do you have any misunderstandings about us?

"Be quiet, the four Zaifu are all here, they." Li Yi held back a smile and pointed to the four of them.

Wang Damu looked up again: "..."

He hesitated a little, and explained: "It is wrong, I said Shang Shu."

Wei Zhigu: "I am Shangshu."

"I said where is the attendant, there is no attendant, right?" Wang Damu was anxious.

"No, don't worry, the servant is not qualified to get here."

Li Longji wanted to laugh and was in a good mood, and his breathing became smoother in heavy rain.

"Report~~! The source of the Yellow River is urgently reported." There was a voice outside, and everyone finally shifted their attention.

"Lord Li, I'll change a tent." Wang Damu stood up.

"Sitting, nothing serious." Li Yi didn't want to ask the other party to toss.

"Pass!" Li Longji ordered.

A sergeant who sent a letter came in, rain dripping all over.

"Undress." Li Yi watched the sergeant say.

"This..." The sergeant glanced across the court lady.

The maid turned around together, and a person who was about the same height and thin as Qian Niuwei took off his own coat.

The sergeant first took out a greased paper bag and put it aside, took off his clothes laboriously, put on the outside again, and twisted his hair.

Li Yi gave another half scoop of cold water, and the sergeant picked it up and poured it into his belly, panting hard.

When everyone saw his appearance, they relaxed, it was not a big deal.

"Report! Guo Cishi said that the local weather is getting warmer and he needs farm tools and seeds."

The sergeant opened the greased paper bag and took out a sealed letter from it.

Gao Lix received his hand, inspected the paint, drew a knife, opened the envelope, and presented the letter to Li Longji.

"How's the local weather? Is there unmelted snow on the ground?" Li Longji was not in a hurry to read the letter.

"It's still cold. When the spring breeze blows, my hands and face are cut with a knife. Fortunately, there are skin care products sent by Dongzhu Li.

There is also snow, but you can't see it under the mountain. The higher the mountain, the more snow lotus does not bloom. The locals say it will be soon.

The grass is growing and everyone is grazing. The former Tubo tribe who had newly joined Datang was stable and their weapons turned in.

Guo Cishi wanted to grow rape, highland barley, and soybeans, but lacked farm tools and seeds. "

The sergeant knew what everyone wanted to know, so he briefly introduced it.

"I'll ask someone to build farm tools." Song Jing knew that the matter was serious and wanted to pass the order.

"Yes, let the letter left by Brother Yi left to make it. The Workers' League has already made it."

Li Chengqi, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth with the noodles under the pot, with a serious expression, as if he had special requirements for the next noodles.

Su Ting glanced at Li Yi: "So, the seeds are also ready?"

"The carrot seeds for Hexi and Anxi Jiedushi are all packed." Li Longji said.

"That's good." Su Ting looked aggrieved like a kindergarten kid who made a mistake.

"Follow-up care, the minister is okay here." Bi Gou said quickly, he did take care of this, because he was always in charge.

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