Great Tang Broom Star

  Chapter 53 Xiao Jia, you liar

  Gao Yang is eating dinner.

"Princess."

  A maid hurried in.

   "Princess Princess."

  Gao Yang glared at her, a certain hobby that had just been developed recently began to sprout.

  The maid didn't know that she was being targeted, so she said excitedly: "Jia Langjun went to Wuxianglou earlier..."

   "Who slept?" Gao Yang put down the chopsticks, held them in the sun with his hands, and sighed, thinking that it was bad for a boy not to raise his waist.

  The maid shook her head, "That Yaxiang also came out and wrote a poem."

  Gao Yang narrowed his eyes, and the boy in his mind appeared, "He looks kind, but deep down he is aloof. He won't take care of this kind of prostitute."

  The maid felt that the princess was crazy, "There were also some people from Qianniuwei present. They made fun of Baiqi's poems, so Jia Langjun stepped forward."

  Gao Yang's breathing was short, and she felt something rising from her waist, which made her tremble, "He... he wrote a poem? Tell me quickly."

   "Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will grow in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

  The maid didn't know much about this, but she still felt that her teeth and cheeks were fragrant.

   Gao Yang blushed already.

   "Red beans are born in the southern country... Acacia. Spring comes to send a few branches, boy... that boy."

  Gao Yang trembled again, "May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. I seem to see him standing under the tree, reaching out to pick the acacia, and then gave it to me..."

  The maid bowed her head, thinking that the princess must be crazy.

   "What happened later? Did he pick Yaxiang?" Gao Yang's breathing gradually calmed down. It's not a problem for Jia Pingan to sleep with a few vulgar women.

   "No." The maid said with a look of admiration: "Jia Langjun left after reciting this poem, saying that he was too drunk."

   "How much did he drink?"

   "It's just drinking a glass at the end of reciting poems, and then talking too much."

   "This is an excuse." Gao Yang's eyes were bright, "He doesn't bother to use such means to sleep with that woman Yaxiang."

  This tough guy...

   Gao Yang blushed, clapped his hands, "Bring the wine."

   "Sing and dance!"

   "There must be manly singing and dancing!"

  …

   After Chu Suiliang had dinner, he went to the study.

  The candles are lit, and the Four Treasures of the Study are ready.

  His handwriting is very good, and he was deeply loved by the late emperor. But if you want to write well, talent is one, and the key is to be diligent.

  Practicing calligraphy requires meditation.

   As soon as he adjusted his mentality, someone outside said: "Ah Lang, Chang'an City has produced a good poem."

  Chu Suiliang snorted, "The old man just wants to write a picture, let me tell you."

  The servants outside read: "Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come in spring..."

  Chu Suiliang wrote as soon as he picked up the pen, feeling very smooth.

   "May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

   "Good poetry! Good poetry! Good poetry!"

  After Chu Suiliang finished writing, he felt that this was the best piece of calligraphy he had written in recent years, and he couldn't help laughing while writing.

"Good words need good poetry matching. This poem has natural sentiments and meanings. It can be called a rare masterpiece in recent years. Who wrote it?" Chu Suiliang went to find this person to drink and chat with him when he was about to take a rest. It is pleasure.

  The servant outside the door felt that he had scored, and couldn't help smiling proudly, "Ah Lang, it's the broom star."

  It was quiet inside.

   "A Lang?" The servant didn't know that Master Jia was responsible for Gao Yang's U-turn at the door of Chu's house, so he was still thinking about whether he could get some rewards.

   If it doesn’t work, praise is fine too!

   As a highly motivated servant, he feels that he has a bright future.

"roll!"

  …

   "Ah Fu!"

  Ah Fu crawled stubbornly at the gate of Jia’s house.

   But the door is closed, it can only plan the door.

   Jia Ping'an stirred the goat milk with a wooden spoon, and Ah Fu stopped.

   "Ah Fu! If you don't come here again, I'll drink it."

  Ah Fu turned around slowly, his bear eyes were full of bewilderment.

  Why tempt me...

  Great panda... go!

   After Ah Fu had dinner, Yang Deli said sadly: "Peace, Ah Fu is eating more and more."

   This is a foodie! Jia Pingan said calmly: "Cousin, don't worry, no matter how much you have, it won't go anywhere."

  Pandas are very troublesome to eat. Bamboo must be the kind it likes, and it eats a lot every day. Jia Pingan felt that his cousin was like a frog boiled in warm water, and gradually he would adapt to the addition of a big belly man in the family.

   On the second day of rest, Jia Pingan teased Ah Fu at home, and Yang Deli carried the burden to sell tofu.

  Old Jia’s family kept a pile of gold and exchanged it for a lot of copper coins, but Yang Deli just couldn’t sit still, and would feel anxious if he had no income every day.

  In the scorching summer, Jia Pingan was lying in the house, holding a book in his hand, looking at it one by one.

  Ah Fu was sleeping soundly on his belly, with a pair of paws...

   Grab my chest!

  Ah Fu moved a bit, and Master Jia's chest hurt from scratching, so he quietly moved his claws away.

   "咱咕咱!"

   Ah Fu called out and continued to sleep.

"Safety!"

  Yang Deli came back, and he was in a bad mood when he heard it.

  He put down the empty bucket and hurried in, "Peace, they said you wrote a poem last night, it's amazing."

   "Small things." Jia Pingan really didn't care about this, because if he cared too much, what would he do if he "made" more famous articles in the future?

  You have to adapt to a certain famous poet who is destined to be famous in the past!

   "These are all good, but why didn't you sleep with Yaxiang?"

  Yang Deli blushed, and said excitedly: "Na Yaxiang and the others say that they are as beautiful as heaven, not to mention sleeping, even if they can touch their little hands, they will be dissipated."

   "It's the color that imparts the soul." Jia Ping'an thought of that small face and big butt.

"Don't worry about it, go to sleep with her. Later, someone will get you a sheep skeleton to make soup for you." Yang Deli felt that his cousin was really a first-class genius. A random poem shook the city of Chang'an. Such a young man , In any case, you have to have more than a dozen children, right?

  Someone is not a stallion...Jia Ping'an: "..."

  …

going to work.

   Jia Ping woke up early in the morning, and Yang Deli had already made tofu and breakfast.

Ah Fu was lying on the side without any shame. Yang Deli was breastfeeding it and said: "Since the woman is beautiful, I slept with her, and it didn't take much time, just a little bit. Besides, it's not bad at home." Money, even if it is a redemption, I will be a concubine for you and have a few children... By the way, is her **** big?"

  Jia Pingan, who was eating tofu, nodded, and Yang Deli was excited, "Big **** is the best, my aunt said back then, I want to find a woman with a big **** for you."

  Ah Fu was stopped from feeding, and he grabbed Yang Deli in dissatisfaction.

   "Someone went to the government office." Jia Pingan ate tofu nao, and the drums started to beat outside.

  The Sixth Street agitated, and the ministers went to court.

   This is the scene of Chang'an City.

  After Jia Ping'an left, Ah Fu, who had been pretending to be honest, became restless.

   "咱咕咱!"

  Ah Fu rolled down, climbed to the place where dozens of logs were piled up, and began to climb and climb.

  Yang Deli yelled while tidying up: "Ah Fu, be careful not to fall."

  Boom!

   Ah Fu landed.

   Then continue to climb.

  Yang Deli smiled and went over, ready to grab it.

  Ah Fu is struggling to climb, a pile of wood is shaking...

   Wow!

  Dozens of logs fell together.

   Ah Fu fell to the side, safe and sound.

  Yang Deli...

  Boom!

  Yang Deli got a stick on the forehead, and felt that there were gold stars in front of him.

where am I? who I am…

   How could I get hurt?

   Ah Fu was lying there, also very dazed.

  Where is Dad?

gone.

  There's a stupid human left to play with me.

  …

  When Jia Ping'an arrived at Baiqi, the monarchs and ministers in the court had already started discussing matters.

   "Xu Jingzong has submitted the memorial."

Li Zhi took a memorial and said: "He said that when he came to Chang'an last time, he saw that the Baiqu and Zhengguo canals were lined with millstones, and there were dams everywhere to stop the water. Once there was a flood, the people on both sides would be worried. Water, the people are not allowed to divert water for irrigation, and such actions that harm the people must be warned."

  —系硙 (nian, wei), is a hydraulic stone mill that can also pound rice.

"yes."

  The courtiers nodded in response.

   But nobody took it seriously.

   Immediately, Li Zhi ordered people to go along the canal to warn those dignitaries who built embankments privately and stored water to drive the mill.

  Day 3...

   "Indifference!"

  The young emperor was angry, did he really think I was just a show? unacceptable!

  Everyone was dumbfounded.

  This...it's not that everyone ignores the emperor, but that there are too many interests in it.

  Pound rice, grind wheat flour...

  Historically, food processing has mostly been done by manpower and animal power, and the cost is quite high, and the cost is not low. However, the mill is driven by water power. It only needs to intercept the river, erect the mill, and process the grain continuously in the future. The low cost is impressive.

  So since the former Han Dynasty, milling has become a sharp tool for grain processing.

  For making money, the dignitaries are naturally flocking to it. If they don’t go to court in advance, the dignitaries of this dynasty own a lot of mills around Chang’an, and use this to make a fortune.

"They get rich, but the people are starving for food and want to irrigate the fields, but the dignitaries refuse to let the water out, worrying that the water will not be enough to drive the mill..." Li Zhi's eyes were full of anger, "It's whether they make money or the people's lives are more important ?”

   No answer.

  In history, Li Zhi reprimanded those dignitaries and ordered to demolish the mills all over Chang'an, but they were restored after a short while, and he could only do nothing.

  But this time Li Zhi changed his tune.

   "Yongzhou Inspector Lu Chengqing..." Li Zhi's eyes were calm, as if he didn't know that Lu Chengqing was born in the Lu family of Fanyang, and he was considered his invisible comrade-in-arms at this moment.

   Most of the courtiers below were slightly happy, thinking, are you going to use Qishangquan?

  Emperor, get rid of Lu Chengqing.

   "Lu Chengqing has another appointment, but Yongzhou governs Chang'an and other places. The successor should not be ignored. I am determined to use Xu Jingzong!"

  He leaned forward and said with a serious attitude for the first time: "The area around Chang'an must be cleaned up once!"

   This is the new emperor's first serious statement.

  Changsun Wuji and others agreed, "I have no objection."

  The emperor wanted Xu Jingzong to return to Chang'an, but they stopped him several times. This time the emperor simply threw out a big move: Xu Jingzong volunteered to come back to clean up the mills around Chang'an.

  Old Xu is trying to die.

  Since he is going to die, let's just watch.

  …

  When the dusty Xu Jingzong saw Chang'an City, he couldn't help sobbing. Those grievances and the price he paid for returning to Chang'an made his eyes blurred with tears.

   "Grand Xu!"

   Jia Pingan outside the city gate saw him and walked over with a smile.

"Xiao Jia." Xu Jingzong said with emotion on his face: "I have been an official for many years, but this time when I return to Chang'an, you are the only one who came to welcome me. Hey! Those who have won the kindness of the old man, who... Li Yifu won the old man. Less benefits, but a fickle..."

   "Grand Xu!"

   Before he finished speaking, a handsome man came from behind.

   "Xiao Li!" Xu Jingzong waved his hands with a smile, and said in a low voice, "This is Li Yifu from Zhongshushe. He is vicious and an old man. Stay away from him."

   Li Yifu looked quite handsome, in his thirties, he was in his prime!

   "I met Li Sheren." Li Yifu unexpectedly came to welcome Lao Xu, and Jia Pingan felt that Lao Xu owed Li Yifu an apology.

   "Are you the broom star?" Li Yifu took a step back, frowned slightly, and cupped his hands: "I was very happy to learn that Mr. Xu had returned, but there were many affairs in court, so I went."

  Xu Jingzong was a little angry when he saw that he ignored Jia Pingan, "Why are you hypocritical? I don't need you to greet me!"

  Isn’t someone here to greet you! Li Yifu glanced at him, smiled and bid farewell, then did not enter the city, and continued to go outside the city.

  He was out of the city on business, and he met you by the way, you old Xu is really self-indulgent.

   This is the Yin person.

   Jia Pingan smiled. In history, Lao Xu had a good death, but Li Yifu became a bereaved dog. This is not unreasonable.

   "Xiao Jia, are you sure about this matter?" After Li Yifu left, Xu Jingzong showed his true colors, with a panicked tone.

   "Those mills are controlled by the rich and powerful. I am afraid that I will be killed by them if I use their way of making money."

  He looked at Jia Pingan expectantly, hoping that he would come up with a good idea.

  Jia Ping'an: "Someone also thinks it's dangerous."

  Xu Jingzong's old face turned pale, and 10,000 mmp quickly passed through his mind, "I'm done!"

  …

  Old Xu, who is upright and has a clean sleeve, came back. After reading the data, he couldn't help crying, "Why are there so few supports? Recommendation tickets? Rewards? My heart hurts!"

  (end of this chapter)