Li Shimin

Chapter 249
Hearing this, Li Shimin took a deep breath and said seriously.

"Xuan Ba, I want to bring these Mohists into the Military Weapons Supervision!"

"Your Majesty, these Mohists came here to follow me!"

Li Xuan looked at Li Shimin quietly, with a very determined look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Li Shimin was stunned. He never expected that Li Xuan, who has always been indifferent to everything, would have such a side.

"Xuanba, the ruler of ink, can only use what he has learned in the military inspection or on the battlefield!"

Li Shimin persuaded in a slow voice.

"Then why, in the past hundred years, there has never been a Mohist ruler who has joined any king's sect?"

Li Xuan asked back.

Li Shimin: "..."

"Your Majesty, those who govern Mohism live for agriculture!"

Li Xuan continued: "Let the Mohist rulers work on farming, and they can use all their knowledge. However, if those Mohist rulers are forced to make killing tools, isn't Your Majesty afraid that those Mohist rulers will hide in the city again? "

"Besides, why does Your Majesty think that after thousands of years of development, these Mohist heirs still have the talent of their master Mozi in forging weapons?"

"This……"

Li Shimin couldn't help but think deeply.

"Your Majesty, Old Cheng suddenly felt that His Royal Highness King Jin's words were not unreasonable!"

On the side, Cheng Zhijie said hastily.

"That's it, Xuanba, these Mohists will stay with you!"

Li Shimin nodded lightly, "However, if these Mohists want to go to the Military Weapons Supervision, you can't stop them!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I never stop anyone!"

Li Xuan glanced at his mouth.

Li Shimin nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head and looked at Li Chengqian who was beside him.

"Gao Ming, quickly go and fill me with half a catty of tea, I want to take it back!"

"Your Majesty, I have been working too hard recently, and I feel drowsy and exhausted every day..."

Seeing this, Cheng Zhijie looked anxious.

Just now, His Royal Highness King Jin said that His Majesty will share the half catty of tea with him equally!
After a long while, Li Shimin had no choice but to share half a catty of tea with Cheng Zhijie, each holding a bottle of tea, and returned to Chang'an City.

Li Xuan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief without outsiders disturbing him.

Drink a cup of tea, moisten your throat, then stand up and walk to the paddy field.

He was also very curious, after only two days of hard work, those ink masters started working hard in the fields?
Seeing Li Xuan walking out, Cheng Chusi, Li Chengqian and others followed closely.

Seedlings have been planted in the entire paddy field, and a group of small finger-sized fish swim by in the muddy field water from time to time.

In only a few fields in the corner, Cheng Lao Si and others are planting vegetables and grape vines.

Therefore, those who cured ink such as Yuetai were particularly conspicuous in the paddy fields.

This group of Mohists are very attentive.

When Li Xuan and the others approached, they stopped to look at it for a while, but they didn't even look up.

And Li Xuan didn't have any intention of getting angry.

On the contrary, the more he looked, the more shocked his face became.

These ink curers took various hammers, wooden wedges, saws and other objects, and nailed a wooden plank on the steel pipe waterway that had been buried between a field and the field.

Then, on top of it, a few small planks and sticks were installed to create a small mechanism.

As long as the water level in the paddy field on one side drops to a certain level, the small wooden stick on the waterway will float down, and the blocked wooden board will be opened directly, and the water in the paddy field on the other side will flow along the waterway. Flow in this paddy field.

Similarly, when the water in this paddy field flows to the paddy field on the other side, the water level drops, and the water in the paddy field above starts to replenish water for this paddy field again.

In turn, the nearest paddy field is replenished with water from the tributaries of the Ju River.

"Worthy of being an ink curer!"

After understanding the working principles of these small organs, Li Xuan couldn't help but praise.

"With this mechanism, as long as the water level in any paddy field drops, the water will be replenished quickly!"

"In the future, those farmers will not have to stare at these paddy fields every day, and divert water from field to field!"

At this moment, the Mohists realized that at some point, Li Xuan was already standing behind them, and hurriedly got up to salute.

"Your Majesty?"

"I have seen the king! I have seen you young gentlemen!"

"I didn't expect you to make such great improvements to the paddy fields in just two days!"

Li Xuan chuckled, and said: "With this small mechanism, many farmers can be freed."

"Improving farming is the life-long goal of us ink rulers!"

Le Tai said solemnly.

"This king said that as long as there is improvement, there will be a big reward!"

Li Xuan said: "Li Chang!"

"Your Majesty!"

Li Chang hurriedly stood up from behind the crowd.

"Those who rule Mohism create an automatic water diversion mechanism, reward fifty guan!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Li Chang quickly responded.

"Thank you king!"

Hearing this, Le Tai and the others were overjoyed.

"This king has always practiced hard work, more rewards. As long as anyone can improve everything in the manor, this king will reward. However, how to distribute those rewards is your internal decision!"

After finishing speaking, Li Xuan waved his hand slowly, and then walked into the distance.

Next, he had to take a look at his group of animals.

Along the way, Li Xuan was in a good mood.

These ink masters are really good hands.

And with the participation of Mohist practitioners, the farmers in Lijiazhuang soon felt the convenience.

To grow vegetables, there are special planting tools.

Around the chicken pen, duck pen, and pig pen, there are defensive nets specially arranged by Moji, which can block those weasels and other animals who want to enter the chicken pen and duck pen.

And the craftsmen who built the other courtyards were also forged by the ink masters to forge various tools!
Lijiazhuang is showing a booming situation.

However, in Chang'an City, the matter about the price increase of salt shops has intensified!

Although Fang Xuanling came forward to appease the salt merchants for a while.

However, wait until a few days later.

Seeing those salt shops with snow grains of salt, they did not close their doors, nor did they increase their prices.

Even, with the investigation, many aristocratic families became more and more sure that the snow grain salt was Li Er, who was even more annoyed after he boiled refined salt from the Hedong Salt Pond with a secret method.

The price of bitter salt has risen again, directly ten cents a catty.

As a result, as soon as the Xueli salt shop opened, it would be looted by all the common people and the dignitaries of the family.

In less than half an hour, the door could only be closed.

In the first few days, the people were still able to hold on.

However, as time passed, when they found that the price of bitter salt was getting higher and higher, they couldn't help but start looking for the reason.

"It's because the price of snow grain salt is too low, which delays the business of the salt merchant Qinghai salt. Those salt merchants can't make money, so they have no choice but to increase the price of bitter salt!"

"It's those snow grain salt shops that ruined us?"

"It must have been caused by those salt houses!"

"Everyone, don't let that snow grain of salt go on like this!"

"That's right, I'll go to see Master Mingfu, and ask Master Mingfu to come forward, otherwise we'll have no more salt to eat in a few days!"

"Let's go, go see Lord Mingfu!"

"Let's go to block the snow salt shop!"

"Yes, let's go find the shopkeeper of the snow grain salt..."

……

Inside the Wannian County Yamen.

Zheng Yunde was sitting on the official chair, looking sadly at the government affairs reported by the officials below.

A yamen servant ran in with a panicked face.

"Master Mingfu, something serious has happened!"

"What's so alarming about?"

Zheng Yunde's eyelids twitched, and he asked quickly.

"Go back to your lord, at the gate, a group of ordinary people came in a dark way, saying that they begged you to live!"

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(End of this chapter)