Great Tang Broom Star

Vol 2 Chapter 771: ruthless

Chapter 771 Ruthless

Li Ji wakes up very early in the morning. This is not because the old man can't sleep, but more because of habit.

He went to Wagang when he was very young, and since then, he has started his magnificent life. It was also from that time on that he never slept in late.

Move!

Li Ji's medical skills are good. He surveyed the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty and found that warriors often lived long and had courage when they were old. For example, Cheng Zhijie, Su Dingfang, Liang Jianfang and others.

This means that moving is better than sitting down.

The horse moved slowly.

Although it seems to be slow, Li Ji's every move is full of murderous intentions.

After practice, wash and have breakfast.

"Ah Ong!"

Li Jingye also came.

The breakfast was rich, and Li Jingye was hungry, so he devoured it.

"It's good to be young!"

Li Ji sighed, and when Li Jingye responded with suspicious eyes, his face turned dark immediately.

"Don't cause trouble for a while."

Li Ji warned.

"Why?"

Li Jingye was about to learn that a brothel in Pingkangfang had recruited a newcomer, and she was a Hu girl. Thinking of Hu Nu's **** flying up, how could he hold back?

"There will be turmoil in the court, and you will be submerged if you are not careful."

Ah!

Li Jingye didn't believe it.

Arrived at the imperial city later, he squatted at the entrance of the military department and came to Jia Pingan, and asked, "Brother, will there be turmoil in the court recently?"

You take out your Aunt's words and say it everywhere, and you don't worry about being beaten up? Am I going to sue? Or file a complaint!

"There is turmoil, so don't go out and talk nonsense. Also, do what you need to do, and don't care about outside things."

As the emperor's confidant, Li Ji is definitely one of them if he really wants to do something.

Old Li, be careful that you will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival!

Jia Ping'an always felt that being a man should be honest, but Lao Li was not so mean.

"Xiao Jia!"

Uncle Li came, looking desperate.

Immortal style bone, immortal style bone!

"Uncle Li, what's the matter?"

Who cooked you?

Li Chunfeng took a look at Li Jingye, Jishou...

This old man is going to do something!

Damn it! Lao Li was about to make a move, so Li Jingye hurried to dodge him.

But instead of returning to the Ministry of Punishment, he went outside the imperial city. Jia Ping'an dared to bet that this guy must go to Pingkangfang to dump his ass.

Li Chunfeng said angrily: "Yesterday, the old man was arguing with others in the court. When he mentioned the level of wind, all the officials laughed at him. If you say that the wind is the wind, you can see its size when you see it. Why do you need to set a level? Stupid! Absurd!"

Ranking the wind, isn't this a common thing in later generations?

What is a Category 3 gale, what is a Category 12 typhoon...

Have it now?

My Uncle Li, do you know that you are so awesome?

"Let's go in and talk."

Jia Pingan took Li Chunfeng into the Ministry of War, skipped the morning tea party, and went straight to his guard.

When Chen Jinfa saw Li Chunfeng, he almost knelt down.

"Shenxian Li!"

"Stand! Stand still!"

Li Chunfeng stopped him, "Don't kneel down, kneel down and kneel down to your parents, what else are you kneeling for? It's extremely unfilial!"

Chen Jinfa trembled and hurried to make tea.

"You here..."

Li Chunfeng just glanced at it, and saw that although the window was bright, there were traces in some places, which clearly looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.

Jia Pingan laughed, "I don't spend much time in the Ministry of War. I usually go to the palace to give lectures, or go home to compile books... Taishi Ling, you know that new learning is vast, and every volume of new learning is I have painstakingly compiled it, and I suffer!"

Li Chunfeng frowned, "You complain about suffering at a young age, why don't I give you a prescription?"

Uncle Li, you are really my dear uncle!

Jia Pingan suppressed his ecstasy, and said humbly: "It's still a while."

What prescription does Lao Li have to give?

Most of them are for the waist!

Maybe it’s an advanced version of the last recipe.

Li Chunfeng said: "Can you still endure it? That's all."

Jia Pingan sat there, only feeling the wind blowing.

Did I hear wrong?

"The old man sets the wind at level eight."

Taiji did not go out for ten years, and Baji killed people for two years.

Li Chunfeng stroked his beard, and said quite complacently: "These eight levels are moving leaves, singing bars, shaking branches, falling leaves, breaking small branches, breaking big branches, breaking wood and flying sand, pulling trees and roots. As long as you follow these eight levels Come to determine the level of the wind, and there is no need to repeat it hereafter. When there is a strong wind in various places, just report it directly. I hate those mediocre officials who even laughed at this old man, hateful, hateful!"

For a person of pure knowledge, being ignored by those bureaucrats is the greatest pain, which can be called heartbreaking.

Uncle Li will not be distraught, will he?

Jia Pingan glanced at it, and Li Chunfeng sensed his concern, his eyes were slightly warm, "The old man is doing well, just thinking that this matter cannot be carried out, hey!"

Jia Ping'an had an idea, "Uncle Li, tell me, isn't this level classification too cumbersome? What about breaking wood and flying sand, pulling up trees and roots, etc., if you say it, others can't remember it..."

Li Chunfeng frowned, "They are all officials, why can't they remember?"

hehe!

But what about the common people?

Jia Pingan laughed and said, "What about the common people? For example, a strong wind blows in a certain place, flying sand and rocks, but the officials are not there. How do you ask the common people to express it?"

"Tsk! What you said... actually makes sense."

It’s not that it makes sense, but it makes a lot of sense!

Li Chunfeng fell into deep thought.

Jia Pingan wanted to get out of the way, "Uncle Li, why don't you use one, two, three, four, five to classify?"

Li Chunfeng shook his head, "How do people know what one, two, three represents?"

Yes!

Those people in later generations... Except for professional meteorologists, no one knows what level the current wind is. Only those who often read the weather forecast and compare the wind level on the forecast with the wind encountered in real life can gradually gain some experience.

"I was thinking about it."

Jia Pingan felt that he overestimated something in later generations, and was slapped in the face by Uncle Li.

"Ten miles to move a leaf, a hundred miles to sing a bar, two hundred miles to shake a branch, three hundred miles to fall a leaf, four hundred miles to break a small branch, five hundred miles to break a big branch, a thousand miles to walk a rock, and three thousand miles to pull out a big root."

Li Chunfeng smiled slightly, "This is the speed of the wind, what does Xiao Jia think?"

Traveling thousands of miles a day, this is not bad.

"I thought I should tell His Majesty directly about this matter."

Li Zhi treats Li Chunfeng pretty well, and he is definitely willing to promote such things.

Li Chunfeng nodded, "This old man is here to see His Majesty today, but it's just Xiao Jia, so I have to use your name."

Old Li looked a little embarrassed, Jia Pingan asked, "Why?"

Does the emperor no longer trust you?

"Hey! Last month, I watched the stars at night and found that the emperor's star was not good, so I asked His Majesty to be more careful recently and stayed in the southeast. Your Majesty changed to live in the southeast. When I got up at night, I accidentally...hey! I bumped my head into a big bag. It is said that I saw the first emperor at that moment..."

Li Chunfeng's thin face was full of sadness.

Other people hit their heads with gold stars all over their eyes, but the emperor saw the first emperor... The first emperor must have come to slap the emperor hard.

Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing when he thought of Li Zhi hitting the pillar.

"Do not laugh."

Li Chunfeng was very serious, and then he laughed unkindly.

Jia Pingan took him to see the emperor.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wuyang is asking to see you."

"Let him come."

The prime ministers are coming soon, and Li Zhi is going to go to court.

"There is also Taishi Ling!"

Li Zhi said with a sullen face, "...get out!"

"etc!"

The waiter stopped.

Taishi ordered this to offend His Majesty?

The waiter was puzzled and glanced at Wang Zhongliang.

Tai Shiling made His Majesty miserable.

Wang Zhongliang raised his eyebrows, Li Zhi saw it, and pointed to the side.

"Forget it, let him come."

Wang Zhongliang went over and knelt down, the servant was very envious.

It is a blessing to kneel beside His Majesty! Wang Zhongguan kneeled extraordinarily free and easy, as expected!

Li Zhi touched the swelling on his forehead, where he could still see the bruise in the mirror, and there was a dull pain.

Is the so-called Li Banxian a fake?

With this question in mind, Li Zhi went to the front.

There is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei in the hall.

The prime ministers are on one side, and Jia Pingan and Li Chunfeng are on the other.

Li Chunfeng looks at his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and he can be called a fairy.

Jia Pingan was flirting with the prime minister, Li Zhi looked over and saw Xu Jingzong winking.

Boy, be careful!

The emperor has been quite angry recently.

"Say...deal!"

Li Zhi sat down and started discussing immediately.

Li Chunfeng was not interested in these things, and Jia Pingan was bored to listen in every possible way.

Yu Zhining was talking in a froth, "...I heard that the servants secretly cooked with charcoal and closed the door at night. At dawn, the next door found that those people hadn't moved, so they yelled a few times, and finally broke in. The seven of them died. He was poisoned and died on the bed. Your Majesty, please issue an edict prohibiting the burning of charcoal in the palace."

Coal is coal. Individuals in the palace are not allowed to open fire. If you are hungry at night, you can only endure it, or hide food. These seven people couldn't bear it anymore, so they simply got charcoal to start a small stove.

"Second minister."

"Second minister!"

"..."

Jia Pingan blinked, feeling that this scene was too familiar.

This is not the case when later generations wanted to build a railway, but all localities wantonly blocked it on the grounds that the railway would destroy Feng Shui.

These people!

Li Zhi looked slightly cold. The news from the palace spread outside, those gossip women, no, gossip men, really deserve to die!

Jia Pingan took a step forward. He is an observer and wants to apply for a speech.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Li Zhi nodded.

I haven’t figured out the matter of the prime minister, what are you beeping, an observer?

Yu Zhining said lightly: "Mr. Wuyang can't wait any longer?"

Of course, Li Yifu would not let go of this opportunity to attack Jia Pingan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wuyang is from the countryside of Huazhou..."

Jia Ping'an is a native farmer who doesn't even understand basic etiquette.

Jia Pingan ignored him, bowed to Yu Zhining, and said, "Your Majesty, the Tang Dynasty has been burning charcoal for a long time. Is charcoal good? I think nature is excellent. But burning charcoal has a disadvantage, that is When coal is burned, it can produce some harmful gases, one of which can poison people. If you burn coal indoors and close the door immediately, you will be poisoned and die.”

What carbon monoxide poisoning, carbon dioxide, sulfur dioxide, these poisonous gases are all produced in coal. These poisonous gases produced by human beings burning coal and oil every year in future generations are innumerable.

"There are also new studies?"

Xu Jingzong couldn't help but rejoice.

"Yes. When the ancestors went out, they came to the barren hills without trees. They had rice in their hands, but no firewood. Later, they discovered a coal mine and took some at will for cooking. It was very sharp."

Bragging first, and then talking.

Old publicity, naturally know how to do it.

"Anyone who has been around open burning coals for a long time will definitely cough frequently."

Yu Zhining frowned, feeling that his science course was a bit boring, "What's the use of what you said?"

Li Yifu said lightly: "Do you know how to avoid those poisonous smoke? If you don't know, then step back first."

"Of course I know."

Too arrogant!

Jia Pingan took a look at Li Yifu and felt that Li Mao's death would not be wronged in the future.

"I am willing to try this matter."

Jia Pingan was about to resign, and gave Uncle Li a look that you take care of.

Back home, he first went to get two blacksmiths, and then got iron materials.

"Build it this way."

In later generations, he had colleagues who built iron stoves by themselves, which can be called sharp.

The iron stove was built for two days, and the iron pipes were made. Jia Pingan installed it in the bedroom.

Isn’t it still cold at night, let’s try this.

Light a fire, put a copper kettle on it, and everything works.

"I can't have this good thing to myself, let's sleep together at night."

Jia Pingan said in a dignified manner.

Su Ho approached the iron stove, and said in surprise: "It's actually warm."

It happened that the wind was strong, and the flames were pulled into the pipe, and there was a whistling sound.

Su Ho picked up the copper kettle, and was startled when he saw the flame below violently pumping into the pipe. After a short pause, the copper kettle was thrown on top of the stove, and the water splashed all over the floor.

ah!

Su Ho exclaimed, then leaned over and said in a low voice: "My husband is so amazing!"

She raised her head and blinked, her lips parted slightly.

Of course I am good, and even more so at night!

But why did the baby face suddenly seduce me?

Jia Ping'an's heart was moved shamefully.

Wei Wushuang came in, snorted, and said, "It's so hot today, I'm not afraid of sweating."

This is for Su Ho.

Soho pointed to the iron stove.

"Try it yourself."

Cuddling in broad daylight, not afraid of getting prickly heat!

Wei Wushuang glanced at her, "I still have something to do, so you can help me too."

Su Ho went along with aggrieved.

Is this the result of one plug and multiple uses?

Jia Ping'an felt that the blessings of Qiren were not easy to enjoy.

At night, Jia Pingan forced the three of them to sleep together.

Of course, very pure.

"So hot."

Wei Wushuang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

"Husband."

Su Ho nestled in Jia Ping'an's arms with a smirk, and said in a low voice, "Wu Shuang didn't know...he slept with his clothes on."

Jia Ping'an reached out and touched...

Hand full of nephrite jade and warm fragrance.

Baby face is only wearing breast milk?

Jia Ping'an and she immediately pecked at each other.

But Wei Wushuang was extremely hot.

"Husband, it's so hot in the room."

She got up, feeling sweaty all over her body, her upper body passed over Jia Pingan, and slapped Su Ho on the back, "I know that I won't be afraid of the heat even if I get into my husband's arms!"

In the afternoon, she didn't pay attention to the iron stove in the corner. Sitting up at this moment, she was shocked to find that there was a fire in the iron stove.

"Husband, what is that?"

Jia Ping installed sleep.

Wei Wushuang got out of bed and went to check immediately.

The copper pot creaked on it, and the water vapor slowly came out.

So warm!

Wei Wushuang lifted the copper pot, with an iron lid underneath.

"Are you burning something?"

Wei Wushuang turned around and praised: "This thing my husband made is really useful, but it is burned with charcoal? There is no smell at all."

"Charcoal."

"Can charcoal be burned? Every year there are people who burn coal and are poisoned to death."

Wei Wushuang took a step back.

Jia Pingan simply lit the candle and lifted the lid.

It was covered with a layer of crushed coal, and flames slowly rose from the edge.

Wei Wushuang was proud of this thing, so he sat on the side watching it, and even fell asleep later.

This silly woman!

Jia Ping'an held her back with one hand and bent her hands and feet, and hugged her up.

Wei Wushuang hooked his neck and murmured, "Husband."

Followed by a bed of spring.

Waking up in the early morning, Jia Pingan lay on the bed, groaning, "Sure enough, there are only exhausted cows, and no plowed land."

Seeing the two women going out to wash up, Jia Pingan groaned, "Use the water in the copper pot!"

The water in the copper pot has been sizzling, and it can be regarded as a thousand boiling water, but washing your face is no problem.

Jia Ping'an even made a pot stand, and Wei Wushuang asked curiously, "Husband, why did you make this?"

"Cook."

A dish of fried rice made with eggs was extraordinarily free and easy. Wei Wushuang and Su Ho were watching over it, as were Jia Yu and Doudou.

The flames danced, illuminating the faces of the whole family.

There are no such good years.

Jia Ping'an thinks that the years are silent, which is probably what it means.

This egg fried rice must be fried with overnight rice, separated one by one, and not too sticky. The fried rice is bouncing on the bottom of the pot, which is the beginning.

Jia Pingan suddenly turned the pot over, and the egg fried rice turned over in the pot.

"Wow!"

The eyes of the two children lit up, they clapped their hands and cheered, "Aye is amazing!"

"That's it!" Jia Ping'an was proud.

Wei Wushuang looked at his complacent husband, and suddenly felt that this is what the so-called happiness looks like. She wished that time could stop at this moment forever and not take away these laughter.

Egg fried rice is delicious, Suho eats too much, and he groans after eating.

"Hurry up and get some dried hawthorn to boil water."

Jia Pingan simply asked people to ask for leave, and took care of Su Ho at home.

After drinking the hawthorn water, Su Ho lay on Jia Ping'an's lap and muttered.

"Wu Shuang's mother's family came several times, and each time they asked Wu Shuang when she would have more children. They said that the husband's huge family business needs someone to inherit it, and Da Lang alone is definitely not enough."

"Wu Shuang is very distressed."

What are you worrying about, you can have a child anytime you want.

The two women are only in their twenties, why are you in a hurry?

"Husband."

Su Ho raised his head, and suddenly his eyes were charming, which made Jia Ping'an couldn't help but think of Spring Breeze.

"Husband."

"What is it?"

"I want to have a son too!"

Although the two women are on good terms, sometimes they compete in private. If you give birth to a son, I will definitely give birth to a son.

Of course, Jia Ping’an cannot say that boys and girls are the same, otherwise people outside will say he is crazy, not to mention his family members. Sister can kick him to death, and then send someone to find the king of medicine, Sun Simiao, to cure him of hysteria.

I think I have worked hard to practice ruthlessness for many years, plus counting the days, so that I can enjoy the joy of fish and water, but now it seems that I have to pay for it myself.

Jia Pingan nodded.

Then it was a show off.

Jia Pingan asked the blacksmith to build another iron stove, which was carried outside the palace gate.

"Ask a few strong ones to carry it in."

Jia Ping'an is in high spirits!

"Mr. Wuyang, what is this?"

Wang Zhongliang was shocked.

"It's a good thing. Get it to the queen to ensure that it will not be cold in winter."

Li Zhi got the news, and said lightly: "It's a big talk, don't care."

Jia Pingan brought the iron stove to Auntie, and Wu Mei asked curiously when she saw it, "What is this?"

"Sister, just wait and see."

Jia Ping'an directed the installation.