Great Tang Broom Star

  Chapter 757 Tonight...the shadows become three people

  There will be problems with food this year.

   "Your Majesty, this year the Sanmenxia is dry and the rocks are dry. The grain ships cannot be transshipped. The grain in Chang'an may be difficult."

   Tang Lin was very ashamed, feeling that he, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, had not fulfilled his duty, then he glanced at Yan Liben, and thought to himself, can you, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, do anything about it?

  Ministry Minister Yan Liben looked embarrassed. Sanmenxia is not navigable, and food cannot be transshipped. This is closely related to the Ministry of Industry.

   "Your Majesty, I am incompetent."

  Yan Liben is Yan Lide's younger brother. The two brothers have profound family education and are good at painting and engineering design. Yan Lide first served as the master craftsman and minister of the Ministry of Industry. After Yan Lide left, Yan Liben succeeded him, which can be called a family of ministers of the Ministry of Industry.

  Li Zhi looked at Yan Liben, "How long will it take to sail again?"

  He still had a glimmer of hope, as long as he could transfer the grain to Chang'an in time, he wouldn't have to be like a wolf, leading a pack of wolves to Luoyang to eat.

  Yan Liben was so ashamed that he couldn't contain himself, and smiled wryly, "Your Majesty, this year's dry season will be very long."

  Some blushed like a monkey's buttocks, feeling that countless eyes were staring at them in the hall, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

   Li Zhiben wanted to reprimand him, but seeing Yan Liben's appearance, he couldn't help sighing.

  How did you ask Yan Liben to do things that could not be solved in the past dynasties? He is an emperor, not a creditor.

   That's all, hopeless.

  Back to the harem, Li Zhi found Wu Mei.

   "Meiniang, I'm afraid I'll go to Luoyang again this year to eat. The emperor, I actually go around for food, who can believe it? I think this is also the disadvantage of setting the capital in Chang'an, but Chang'an Chang'an..."

  Li Zhi's brows became more gloomy.

  Chang'an is Chang'an, and Luoyang is Luoyang, representing different political meanings. He designated Luoyang as the eastern capital, and put Luoyang officials at the same level as Yongzhou officials, which also has a strong political meaning.

  Wu Mei nodded. As for staying in Chang'an or Luoyang, she was more inclined to go to Luoyang. The air in Chang'an is suffocating, and the noble families here are like a pack of wolves, staring at the royal family and power.

  After the news spread, Jia Pingan was speechless.

   "Husband, are you going to Luoyang?"

  Wei Wushuang was a little melancholy, and slowly knelt down, his long legs were too obvious, making Su Ho beside him quite plump.

"yes."

  Jia Pingan rested his chin on one hand, thinking about the process carefully.

  Luoyang just eats... even begging for food, the emperor doesn't think it's shabby. Later, once there was a famine in Guanzhong, Li Zhi left the prince in Chang'an to guard, and took his family to Luoyang. When Dezong arrived, food was cut off, and the forbidden army threatened to mutiny. Dezong and his son squatted in the palace and waited desperately for the rebels to come in... At a critical moment, food arrived. Dezong ran all the way to the East Palace, cheering: "My father and son will be born!"

   What the emperor did was speechless.

  This matter is very melancholy!

  Why not move the capital?

   "Incapable people!"

   Jia Pingan curled his lips, thinking that Li Zhi was just a stick.

  Su Ho leaned against him melancholy, and asked softly: "Husband, who do you say is incompetent?"

"emperor!"

   Jia Pingan said casually.

  Su Ho's body stiffened immediately.

  The woman's body is very interesting! It is sometimes soft and sometimes hard, sometimes soft like cotton, and sometimes hard like iron, which can be regarded as a model of flexibility.

  Su Ho rushed to the door and looked around, but there was no one there. She turned around and patted the big murderer, and said angrily: "My husband is talking more and more nonsense."

   Jia Pingan looked at the waves, coughed dryly, and was ready to move.

   Wei Wushuang also looked outside vigilantly. The two children who were taking a nap behind him were startled, moved and murmured.

   "Afraid of what?"

   Jia Pingan naturally has the means to do this. He covered Jia Yu with a quilt, and the faces of the two children were flushed, making people want to take a bite.

   "How much better not to go to Luoyang?"

  Su Ho rested his chin on both hands, puffing out his cheeks and worrying.

   "Maybe I can figure out a way."

  Jia Pingan got up and was going to see Ah Fu.

   "Husband, you don't want to talk nonsense. If it spreads out, others will laugh at you."

   Wei Wushuang said angrily, and rolled his eyes.

  I'll go, the eldest daughter-in-law rolled her eyes so charmingly, Jia Ping'an was moved.

  As soon as his arms were wrapped around his slender waist, Wei Wushuang's face was blushing, and the water in his eyes flickered...

   "Aye..."

wipe!

  Mistake.

   Jia Pingan turned around with a dry smile.

  Jia Yu was talking in his sleep.

  This unlucky boy!

  Jia Pingan also lost interest, got up and said: "I really have a solution for this matter, maybe I don't need to go to Luoyang this year."

  Wei Wushuang pursed his lips into a smile, Su Ho pursed his lips, and after Jia Pingan went out, he said with a smile: "My husband is here to comfort us."

hehe!

  Jia Pingan outside heard it and just laughed.

  He turned back and said: "You don't know what you can do for your husband, but you did it for your husband."

   Madan!

   Impulsive?

   Jia Pingan regretted it as soon as he said it.

  Indoors, on the couch, two children were sleeping on their backs, breathing steadily. The two wives sat kneeling behind the table. There were account books, Go... and picturesque beauties on the table.

   Angry at the crown... for the confidante!

Done!

   "Husband."

   Wei Wushuang chased him out, trying to persuade Jia Pingan not to be impulsive, but Jia Pingan had already slipped away.

"Why!"

  The beauty's sigh is faint, Jia Ping'an has arrived at the Ministry of Industry.

   "Yan Shangshu."

  Yan Liben was painting, but Jia Pingan greeted him outside the door, but he didn't stop his painting.

  Lao Yan's greatest skill is painting. He drew more than ten strokes in a row, put down the pen, raised his head and said lightly: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Wuyang?"

   Can't come to find you if I have nothing to do?

  Jia Pingan came in and took a look at the painting, but Yan Liben put away the drawing paper casually, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

  What is this Jia Pingan doing here? Want to steal a teacher to learn art? That's right, it is said that there is no knowledge of calligraphy and painting in Xinxue, pale... whiter than milk. Speaking of milk, Yan Liben thought of a lot...and couldn't help licking his lips.

  Old Yan is so stingy that people are speechless!

   "Yan Shangshu, I'm here today to ask about the Sanmenxia issue. If possible, I have a solution here."

  Jia Ping'an has already thought of a solution, but needs to mobilize some resources.

  Dredging the Sanmenxia, ​​how much credit is this?

   It's huge.

  Your pen is blown!

  Yan Liben glanced at him, then took out the drawing paper, picked up the pen...

  He ignored me?

  Jia Pingan wanted to spray a few words, but why think about it? Can't there be basic trust between people?

   That's all.

  He left the Ministry of Industry and then went to the Ministry of War.

   "I want blacksmiths, the more the better."

  Ren Yaxiang looked at him, thinking that this guy might have smoked.

   "What do you want a blacksmith for?"

   "Broken Sanmenxia."

   hiss...

   Did this guy drink too much? But if he wants to get Sanmenxia, ​​it's a good thing, at least the old man doesn't have to face his daily holiday every day. God is pitiful, look at the Six Books of the Tang Dynasty, which book is pitiful for the old man, every day when he comes, there is a servant who asks for leave, and year after year, day after day. This heart is as strong as iron!

  Ren Yaxiang put down his teacup, got up, walked around Jia Ping'an twice, and asked in front of him, "How do you do it?"

   Later, more than 30 blacksmiths gathered in the Ministry of War.

   "All you have to do is build tools."

  Jia Pingan drew several shapes of chisels, and then the shape of steel drills. But the biggest problem is hardness.

  It's not hard enough, it can't be inserted in!

  This must be steel, but Datang's steel... Datang does not have steel.

   "You have to show the spirit and spirit of making hundreds of steels. By the way, remember to quench and quench it many times, otherwise the hardness will not be enough."

  A group of craftsmen looked at these pictures carefully, and an old craftsman raised his head, "Mr. Wuyang, this thing has been around for a long time..."

   "I want harder, harder!"

  Not hard, it can't penetrate stone.

   "How hard should it be?" The old craftsman had a headache.

   "As hard as possible, but be careful not to be brittle."

   "Can't it be crispy?"

   "Of course not brittle."

  The craftsmen showed embarrassment, and the old craftsman smiled wryly: "Mr. Wuyang, I'm afraid it's...difficult."

  Ren Yaxiang coughed dryly, "Mr. Wuyang, just do your best in this matter, don't let yourself have no way out.". It was Ren Yaxiang's wish to let Jia Pingan go away, but the tossing was too much, and he would be troubled in the end.

  Old Ren is persuading him to save face for himself, so as not to end up in vain.

  But I have a lot of ways... Jia Pingan stretched out five fingers, and said confidently: "Fifty thousand!"

  What in this world cannot be driven by money?

   No matter how reserved a girl is, she has to kneel before money.

  More than 30 craftsmen were dumbfounded.

Huh!

  What does this mean?

  Jia Pingan suddenly realized, "Jia made a written note for you to keep."

  The craftsmen immediately burst into smiles.

  Jia Ping'an got it right away, and the old craftsman took the paperwork, turned around and asked, "Who can read?"

"I."

  After verifying that it was correct, the old craftsman trembled with excitement, "Mr. Wuyang, wait for the good news I'm waiting for."

"be quick!"

   Respectful before and after!

   Jia Ping'an turned around, and a group of officials looked at him blankly.

  This method... turned out to be direct money.

  The key is that these craftsmen really have a way.

  Wuyang Gong... God and man!

   It was only half a month, and the craftsmen invited Jia Pingan to the workshop to see the results.

   Rows of steel drills, boxes of chisels...

  The hands of the craftsmen are stretched out, full of calluses, and even cracked wounds.

   Jia Pingan verified it.

   Bah bah bah!

  The stone gradually crumbles under the chisel...

  The steel drill went in and tried to pry it.

Snapped!

  The stone became two pieces.

   "Give money."

  A group of craftsmen were dumbfounded with 50,000 yuan.

   "What does this mean?"

  Jia Ping'an was content to go back, but the craftsmen stopped him.

  Plop, a craftsman knelt down, with tears in his eyes, "50,000 yuan...No one has ever valued us so much..."

   Jia Ping'an's heart moved, thinking whether he could use money to mobilize the enthusiasm of the craftsmen in the future and produce more results. Also... There are many things in the new school that require the cooperation of craftsmen, at this moment...

The so-called money can make ghosts grind, Jia Pingan smiled extraordinarily kindly, helped the craftsmen, and heard the words: "Everyone has his own value. The value of a businessman lies in trafficking and communication; the value of officials lies in management." , lies in governance; what is the value of craftsmen? I think that the value of craftsmen is greater than that of officials."

  A group of craftsmen were confused, thinking Mr. Wuyang, are you fooling us?

   Outside, Shen Qiu who came to look for Jia Pingan stopped.

  He moved forward a few steps, and saw Jia Pingan waving his hands, his emotions were outrageous, as if to boost the morale of the soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield, and as if he was explaining a truth.

   "The invincibility of the Tang army is not only due to the fearlessness of the soldiers, but more importantly, the sharp knives and guns. But who made the knives and guns?"

  Jia Ping'an has entered a state... he is defiant, his face is flushed, and his momentum is like a rainbow...

"From your majesty to the common people, who can leave the things made by craftsmen? I often enter the palace, and all the supplies in the palace are all made by craftsmen. Farmers cultivate, and those tools are also made by craftsmen...Look at me, this official Who made the clothes? Look at this room, look at these tools, who made them..."

  Those artisans are short of breath... so we are so great?

  Great craftsmen... instantly regard Master Jia as their close friend.

   "Food, clothing, housing, and transportation, which one can be separated from craftsmen?! Which one!"

  The artisans were boiling, surrounding Jia Pingan, chatting about what they were good at.

  You guys are so excited!

  The craftsmen's emotions were too intense, and Jia Ping'an worried that he would be buried.

   "Mr. Wuyang, I can make iron harder and tougher."

   Jia Ping'an rolled his eyes.

I go!

  Sure enough, these people have their own unique skills, but they don’t scatter eagles when they don’t see rabbits.

   "Duke Wuyang, I can turn stones into gold..."

  Who said this girl?

  Jia Pingan searched hard in the crowd, grabbed the man out, and woke him up with a slap.

  Turn a stone into gold... a bubble of urine will wake you up.

   "Mr. Wuyang is our reborn parent."

  The old craftsman held Jia Ping'an's hand with tears in his eyes.

   But I... Uncle, you can be me now. Jia Pingan laughed dryly, trying to break free from his hands, but the rough hands, which had a friction force greater than sandpaper, were so powerful that General Jia Huan couldn't break free.

  Shen Qiu outside was stunned.

   Jia Ping'an turned around unintentionally, saw Shen Qiu, and gave him a wink...Brother, save me, if you don't save me...Go back and burn incense for me.

  Shen Qiu gave a dry cough, lightly pressed the long hair on his temples, and walked in, "Duke Wuyang, His Majesty summoned you."

  The emperor was the leader of the feudal society... The craftsmen became quiet in an instant, and sent him out with a look of respectful sending Jia Pingan to die.

   "Mr. Wuyang, come here often!"

   "Mr. Wuyang, when I turn back, the old man has a fat chicken at home. Come to drink at home. The granddaughter of the old man is lovely. Let her accompany Wuyang Gong."

   Jia Pingan went out with a pale face. After a long time, he cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you very much."

   "Why are you thanking us? His Majesty really summoned you."

  You thought you were an errand servant?

   "Why you?"

  Jia Pingan was pondering, and suddenly glanced at Shen Qiu...Shen Qiu is very skilled, let him come, is this to guard against himself from escaping?

  Emperor, what does this mean?

  No, if you want to take me, you must take Sister first...

   "They don't know where you are." Shen Qiu's voice was soft, and the movement of getting on the horse was as fast as a ghost. Before the horse could react, the man was on the horse's back.

  Jia Ping'an came here on a whim, and the servant went out of the palace to search around but couldn't find it. In the end, Li Zhi asked Baiqi to take action, and Shen Qiu came to lead the man himself.

   Jia Pingan looked at the sky and praised: "The weather is so nice!"

   When I saw Li Zhi, he was talking to Wu Shun.

  This woman... No, there is actually He Lan Minyue next to her.

  Mature woman Wu Shun and young but pretty He Lan Minyue, the two extremes bring great visual enjoyment.

   Jia Pingan licked his lips.

   Beast!

  Wu Shun stood up, with a bulge behind him, Fushen said: "The concubine will leave."

  He Lan Minyue has been looking at Jia Pingan, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

   Little girl, if you look at me again, the emperor will invite me into the palace if he can't say no, cut off the roots of troubles with one knife, and cut off women from now on.

   Jia Pingan lowered his eyes slightly, and his body was straight.

  Wu Shun's mother and daughter walked by Jia Ping'an's side, the fragrance was blowing, the richness of Wushun, the lightness of He Lanminzhi...

   It is really high-end, even the taste of powder is particular.

  Wu Shun didn't even look at Jia Ping'an, he raised his head and hummed softly.

  In her opinion, Jia Pingan, who calls A-mei as A-sister, has a promising future, but I haven't taken the position yet! She looked back at the emperor and smiled charmingly.

   Li Zhi also smiled slightly, then rubbed his face.

  Don't hum, sometimes you hum miserably.

  He Lan Minyue glanced at Jia Pingan, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

  This girl was deceived by her old mother. As a relative of the queen, it is not a problem to betroth a good family, but once she enters the palace, her reputation is bad. Who would dare to marry her even if she is out of the palace?

  The emperor did not dare to drink the pot water.

   Li Zhi looked a little tired, and Jia Pingan slandered: Did you just enjoy this mother and daughter? Tsk tsk, it's in broad daylight...but if you don't enjoy it in broad daylight, should it be at night?

  At night, Li Zhi had no way to separate himself... Thinking that Li Zhi had to go to his elder sister, Jia Pingan felt that the emperor really had a strong waist.

  Li Zhi got up his spirits, "Yan Liben just entered the palace and talked about the Sanmen Gorge. He said that we still need to build plank roads to tow ships."

  He looked at Jia Pingan with scrutiny, and his tone was a little more relaxed, "I heard you said that you have a way to solve this matter?"

  Yan Liben is suing me or what?

  Old Yan, you are not kind.

  Yan Liben's painting skills are top notch, but the fees are very expensive. When Taoism and Buddhism were fighting for power, he first drew a picture to ridicule Taoist priests and gave it to the monks. The Taoist priests immediately raised hundreds of thousands of money and asked him to draw a picture mocking the monk...

  Is this fishing law enforcement?

   No, this is fishing.

   "Your Majesty, I have a way..."

  Li Zhi casually picked up the memorial, nodded and said, "Speak."

   "The minister wants to clear the reefs blocking the Sanmenxia."

   Li Zhi let go of his hands, and the memorabilia fell on the table, and even fluttered a few times.

  He frowned, "What do you want?"

  This is a pun.

  I want Datang to last forever!

   "Your Majesty, I have prepared the tools. In addition, I also want to mobilize some craftsmen and get some gunpowder from the Ministry of War."

"that's it?"

   Li Zhi shook his head, waved his hands and said, "I'll give you all."

  This tone is like saying helplessly to a bragging child: Baby, be good.

   Jia Pingan resigned, and then went to mobilize various supplies.

   This movement is not small, someone inquired about the news, and the news spread throughout Chang'an.

   "He said he wanted to open the channel?"

  Changsun Wuji was not in a good mood, but he still lost his composure, and the tea got on the skirt of his clothes.

  Xu Jingzong hurriedly went to the Ministry of War, and twitched whenever he met.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Do you know the consequences of letting go of your big words? Those people will use this as a talking point and keep ridiculing you. Why did the old man get the name of this traitor Xu back then? Isn't it just... nothing, the past is like the wind, The old man only asks you, are you sure?"

  The past is like wind, infatuation is just difficult to understand...Old Xu, what embarrassing things have you not told me? Jia Pingan was drawing a picture, and raised his head when he heard the words... But Xu Jingzong was faster, and he said with a sad face: "How can you be sure?"

  He turned around and left. After returning to the value room, he went to find some classics and checked them one by one.

   On the second day, Jia Ping'an was ready.

Xu Jingzong came looking for him with red eyes, "Safe, it's inappropriate, it's extremely inappropriate! Since the former Han Dynasty, those people have tried to open up the waterway, but it doesn't work! Can you still call the wind and rain, and slap those reefs to the ground?" Is it gone?"

  Jia Pingan was packing up his things, turned around, and said very seriously: "Mr. Xu, I can really call wind and rain!"

  Many people in Chang'an City were laughing.

  Jia Ping'an said that he wanted to open the waterway, but everyone thought it was a dream.

  A group of elderly people get together after dinner to talk nonsense. The breath of spring is getting stronger, they are sitting in the alley, chatting about it.

   "Who among those skilled craftsmen has not thought of a way? But who has thought of a way? Lord Wuyang is kind, but such things...if they are not done well, it will be a joke."

   "The ancestors have come here for generations. This place in Guanzhong...is evil, with a large population, how many people will starve to death in the event of a famine. If Wuyang Gong can really open up the waterway, then it will be a Buddha of thousands of families."

   "This is a dream!"

  The old men sighed for a long time, got up and patted their buttocks and went home.

   Jia Pingan arrived at home and told the story.

   "Husband..."

   Wei Wushuang forced a smile and said, "Your husband, just go."

  Su Ho hesitated to speak, but after being glared at by Wei Wushuang, he pursed his lips and said, "Business, have a good journey."

   Both women are worried...

   "Ahem!"

   Jia Ping'an winked, "Tonight...there will be three of us?"

  (end of this chapter)