Bring The System To Datang

Before the yolk-like sun jumped out of the east horizon, the sky on the west was already shining.

The people who took turns performing the show finally ended. They came to the river and sent wontons on the yacht.

There are too many people and no side dishes. Put seaweed, mustard, dried prawn skins in a bowl, and scoop the wontons in. There is no need to eat extra salty things.

Put the chopped green onion and coriander on your own, as well as chili oil and vinegar, and no pepper.

The machine on the yacht is responsible for rolling the wonton wrapper and mixing the wonton filling, regardless of the package.

The speed of the machine is no one is as fast as anyone can make ten bowls of wontons in one second.

The villager took a small bamboo tube with a part of the bamboo missing in one hand, like a needle tube, cutting off one piece vertically.

Inside there is a smaller bamboo tube for pushing, insert the small bamboo tube into the filling, and hold a stack of wonton wrappers in the other hand.

Push the bamboo tube slowly, squeeze a little stuffing onto the wonton wrapper, and while rubbing it, a wonton wraps and slides down on the inclined bamboo board in front.

Continue to push the stuffing, continue to rub, and the skins on the other hand turn into wontons one by one.

Li Yi was dumbfounded, how did the dealers research the technology?

I taught the farmers the technology of wrapping wontons when I took them by myself, and the speed was fast enough.

How can you improve the tools frantically, just to shorten the distance of arm movement?

Packing ten wontons can squeeze out one second? Are you tired?

Someone under the bamboo board was responsible for putting the baskets, and the ten wontons were taken away to find the pots, and a small basket was placed at the same time.

Wontons have a thin skin and little filling. They are cooked in a pot and boiled. Someone pushes a wheelbarrow on top of a pile of shelves.

One by one bowls were on the shelves, being pushed to the people.

Li Yi was horrified to see that, the car pushed, feeling that the next second will crooked, performing acrobatics?

The people are not hungry at all. They have been shopping for food. It is better to eat wontons for the sake of drinking soup to warm the stomach, and drinking pure soup is uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yi, you ate a lot of meat skewers last night, can you still eat them in the morning?"

Bi Gou came over, and someone behind him was holding dozens of memorials.

"I just baked you last night, and I only ate six skewers, plus a skewers of hairy eggs."

Li Yi took a spoon and scooped wontons to eat. He put fifteen in his bowl, ready to go to bed after eating.

At night, the monks asked to open the altar, and he got up to deal with it.

Bi Gou asked him to put the memorial on the table: "It has nothing to do with the old man. The old man slept for nearly two hours. He is old and feels light."

"It's because you don't work well. If you change your job, you will definitely be free."

Li Yi said in a vague voice, eating wontons, it was a bit hot.

Bi Gou picked up the memorial: "The old man only said that he felt light, why did he say that he was tired? Huh? Mingzhou wants to build the road in the state?"

Without lifting his head, Li Yi scooped up another wonton and ate it.

Bi Gou tapped his mouth: "Its peaks are also mountains, its veins are mountains, its mausoleums are also deep, and its hills are also ridges. People hear from close to each other, and the road is far and round, and the road is Jianguan. It is difficult to travel."

Bi Gou paused and looked at Li Yi.

Li Yi continued to blow, and it was the third one, and he only slowed down and was unconsciously affected.

"The land is poor and the land is cheap, and nothing can be repaid..." Bi Gou continued.

"Fart, although there are stretches and stretches there, there is also the gurgling water of Cixi, the long end of the southeast, and the fertile plain."

Li Yi finally couldn't help it: "Who is the governor of Mingzhou? Want to die?"

"He said that he can alms if the court asks for money." Bi Gou said nothing, directly.

"He didn't think he died fast enough. The Zhoushan Islands were next to him. I finally got something for the local people, and he was going to take it."

Li is irritable, what alms? Where to go around there for alms? People who give diving equipment can make money.

Bi Gou smiled; "It's so good, catch it back, and practice your hands. The thirty-two people have not yet arrived, and there are any incurable diseases. There is no need to worry about the shortage of manpower."

"Huh? Practicing hands? He is not guilty of death, right?"

Li Yi found that the situation was not right, the official wrote a memorial and came up, and then... died?

"Xiao Yi, you said." Bi Gou caught the handle.

"I also said that you will not be allowed to collect taxes from Lijiazhuangzi." Li Yi retorted.

This is what he learned from a junior high school teacher, and takes an exam every week.

Some students protested: Teacher, the principal said yesterday that they could not take the test every week.

Teacher: The principal said that you will all get full marks in the exam. Why don't you listen?

Bi Gou: "..."

"So, don't catch it?" he asked Li Yi.

"What to do with nothing? Anyway, I will impeach an official and I won't impeach him."

Li Yi left a sentence to eat wontons. If you don't eat them, you don't have to blow them. It's cold.

Bi Gou put this memorial aside, read the next one, and wrote and painted on it with a pen.

When Li Yi finishes eating, Bi Gou is still writing memorials.

He took out some of the things that needed to be given to Li Longji alone, and took care of other minor matters by himself, or discussed with other Zaifu.

He needs to call people here from time to time to check information or ask about the situation of the place.

He couldn't memorize the entire Datang affair, which was too cumbersome and always changed at the same time.

People come and go, watching it is quite lively.

After eating, Li Yi yawned, and then reached out to read Bi Gou's unannotated memorial.

The memorial of Mizhou states: “Mushan has no land, hundreds of families escaped in the mountains, one in the hills and plains, one in each hill and plain, the immigrants in the original question, the rocks are full of grass and dense thorns, two water sources go away, and the ox ploughs are allocated. , Self-built house beam ridge. ’

There is no nonsense at all, and no words of praise have been written in the front.

Li Yi nodded, touched his pocket, took out his pencil, and commented below: ‘Immigration is available, resources are not surprising. Treasures are gathered everywhere, and money is easy to get. ’

After he finished writing, he put it aside and greeted the people: "Bring the map of Mizhou, Henan Province, and a small map of Anqiu County alone.

This place also uses government funds to resettle the escaped families hiding in the mountains? Treasure land!

They all say that they lack livestock and farm tools and can build a house by themselves. Why don't you think about why you can build a house? The local mineral resources are rich.

This thing needs to build roads, make a waterway to the north, and build a land road to the south.

The same should be true in Laizhou. Both sides entered the bay together and transported things to Haizhou from the bay in the south.

Then the coal from Henan Mansion was transported over, and many kilns were built there, and they were first processed by themselves. "

After instructing him to pick up the next book, open it, and suddenly froze, looking up, a circle of people around looking at him.

He used to think that people were here to report the news, so what are the other people in Zaifu and the group?

"What are you doing? Can't I be a Chinese book order temporarily? Who stipulates that there can only be one Chinese book order? It's not the sun and the moon."

He closed the memorial and realized that the work was not his own.

Now it is the mastermind, or is it going to be on your behalf?

"How?" Yao Chong laughed from the side.

"Lao Yao, you made a bet on me? The bet divides me half, I don't care what it is for. Otherwise, don't say I bully your grandson."

Li Yi thought of a situation in an instant, and Lao Bi came over on purpose.

Yao Chong shook his hands together: "Never, never bet. Just to say, you are better than me."

"Yao Xiang is humble, at least when it comes to finding artisans, Yao Xiang is good at finding craftsmen."

Li Yi was not very happy, so he had to mock Yao Chong.

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