Chapter 772 My Era
Wu Mei looked at the memorial casually, but Changsun Wuji was in her mind.
The emperor had already made up his mind and was just waiting for the opportunity to act.
But this is Changsun Wuji after all!
Will the people he represents rebound after the move?
Will…
Zhou Shanxiang stood by the iron stove, watching Jia Pingan light the fire.
Light the firewood, put the coals down after the fire is strong...
Can this burn?
Zhou Shanxiang's body leans forward.
"Mr. Wuyang, can it be ignited like this?"
She raised her eyes and asked.
"Nature can ignite."
Jia Pingan glanced at her.
The lid was closed, and the sound of the flames in the stove was heard in an instant.
At this time, you need to poke it with an iron drill a few times, so as not to burn out the firewood, and the coal will collapse later.
A few minutes later, Jia Pingan opened the lid, and the fire had already started, and he could smell a pungent smell, which was very faint, and most of it was drawn away by the smoke pipe.
"It's done!"
Zhou Shanxiang was overjoyed, "Is there poisonous smoke?"
She sniffed.
"The poisonous smoke is drawn away by the pipe."
Jia Pingan put the copper pot on it, and it creaked.
this…
Mr. Wuyang was able to make such a good thing, so wouldn’t he be able to keep warm indoors from now on?
Zhou Shanxiang said happily: "In the past, I made a charcoal fire and burned it indoors. I said it was smoke-free, but I felt uncomfortable, and I was a little dizzy when I woke up in the morning. This smoke-free, tasteless, and warm...Wuyang Gong, you have solved it." Our big problem."
hehe!
Closing the door and burning charcoal is a dead end. No matter how you look at it, the stove is more powerful.
Wu Mei snorted, seeing the two of them squatting in front of the stove and muttering, she asked, "What is this?"
Auntie, are you already in menopause?
"Queen, this thing can actually burn coal, no smoke, no smell, so warm!"
Wu Mei got up and came over, "Can it be smokeless and tasteless? A few days ago, seven people were poisoned to death in the palace because of burning coal, you..."
Chirp chirp!
The copper pot is calling.
Jia Pingan lifted the copper pot, and the fire in the hearth was burning. The blazing flames made Jia Ping'an's face reddish.
"Sister, the charcoal is burning in the hearth, and the poisonous smoke is brought out by the smoke pipe, so the room is warm as spring, and it can be boiled for cooking."
Wu Mei took a closer look, and even added a few pieces of coal by herself. Seeing the blazing coals, she was quite excited, "If all the people in Chang'an City can burn this stove, how much will it save?"
More than that!
If the felling continues, there will be no greenery around Chang'an.
"Sister, there are many people who burn charcoal in Chang'an City, but most of them burn firewood. People only dare to burn charcoal in the kitchen stove. If there is this stove. Sister..."
Jia Pingan sniffed, "When I was in Huazhou, I was so cold every winter, my fingers and toes were swollen, itchy and painful. I wish I could stay under the quilt every day, but I was still in the quilt. Shivering from the cold."
People in this era basically have zero concept of heating.
The rich and powerful can burn charcoal for heating, but where can ordinary people afford charcoal?
So communication basically depends on roaring, and heating basically depends on shaking. I remember that there was a lazy man in the village at that time. He was too cold in winter, so he went out wrapped in a quilt. From a distance, it looked like a ball rolling.
"The common people couldn't afford charcoal in their homes. If there were iron stoves like this at that time, and coal was not expensive, then winter would be the most enjoyable time."
The whole family chatting around the iron stove is a warm memory of many children for a lifetime.
Wu Mei was thoughtful, "The common people are really miserable. It was the same when I was in Ganye Temple."
My brother can produce such a good thing. If it weren't for the high price of iron, I am afraid that everyone in the family could have one. But there is no need to worry. Last time, Ping An said that there are large iron mines on both sides of the Yalu River. As long as they are mined, smelted into iron and sent to Chang'an, the price of iron will naturally fall.
She looked at Jia Pingan with gentle eyes.
Adi made an iron stove, and the first one was sent to me, with a fistful heart... Ajie couldn’t remember me in the palace if there was any good stuff there, and she only wanted to cling to the emperor. Sure enough, brother treats me sincerely, but my family treats me falsely.
She suddenly smiled, "Ping An, you are a poet, maybe you can write a poem?"
Well!
I'm blown away.
Jia Pingan searched his mind and suddenly thought of an article.
"The charcoal seller, cutting firewood and burning charcoal in the Nanshan Mountains, his face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black..."
The image of a charcoal seller appeared, vividly.
Mr. Wuyang is indeed a great talent!
Zhou Shanxiang looked at Master Jia, his face flushed a little more.
"...The day of hunger for cattle and people is already high, resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Take the document in hand and say the edict, return to the cart and tell the cattle to lead north. A cart of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, the imperial envoy will not regret it. Half a horse of red The yarn is one zhang silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal."
this…
Isn't this an indictment against the servant?
Zhou Shanxiang couldn't help being stunned.
"Ping'an is talking about those arrogant servants?"
Wu Mei's eyebrows became colder, "You can often see this kind of people in the palace, relying on their power to fly and domineering. So I should order Jiang Han to clean up."
Isn’t this an innocent disaster?
Jia Ping'an felt that he had done a lot of crimes, but after thinking about it, he felt that this thing turned out to be a merit. There are a lot of servants in the palace who are domineering, so if they use this to clean up, isn't this a merit or virtue?
Old Shao was absent for some reason, and Zhou Shanxiang sent Jia Pingan out later.
"Mr. Wuyang, there are such servants in the palace. In the past, it was not easy to touch them. Today, Mr. Wuyang moved the queen with a poem."
Zhou Shanxiang glanced at him, and seeing him calm, couldn't help secretly praising him.
"People say that persuasion should be clever, and Lord Wuyang is an extremely clever way of persuading..."
I just said it casually, but you actually raised it infinitely, Jia Pingan smiled slightly.
Zhou Shanxiang sent Jia Pingan out before returning. The emperor came.
"What is this?"
Li Zhi saw the iron stove, no, he heard the sound of the copper kettle.
Wu Mei smiled and said: "This is the stove from Ping An Lane, Your Majesty, take a look."
After some inspection, Li Zhi couldn't help but praised: "It can be used for heating, boiling water and cooking. It is really a good thing."
You have to reward good things, do you want to use them without rewarding empty teeth?
Li Zhi was a little moved, thinking about whether he had an iron stove on his side.
But Jia Ping’an knows the method of making it, how to do it?
"Mei Niang."
The so-called comprehension is like this, Li Zhi feels that Wu Mei should know her own mind.
Wu Mei was indifferent, and was reading the memorabilia.
Shrew!
Li Zhi left in a huff.
But I was quite looking forward to it in my heart, so I made an iron stove for reference.
"Cough cough cough!"
The iron stove was finished, and when it was lit, the room was filled with smoke. Wang Zhongliang, who was choking, slipped out and said tearfully, "Your Majesty, I can't stay, I can't stay!"
"Forget it, the weather is getting warmer, we'll talk about it at the end of the year." Li Zhi won't lose, and refuses to bow to Wu Mei.
Even the smell of soot outside was very strong. Li Zhi couldn't stand it any longer, coughed a few times and ordered the iron stove to be removed.
He stood outside thinking about something.
Wang Zhongliang went in, "Your Majesty, it's already tasteless."
Li Zhi waved his hand.
Shen Qiu came.
"Your Majesty, there is planning over there."
Li Zhi said lightly: "This is the opportunity."
Shen Qiu bowed, "Your Majesty, this servant is willing to go."
Murderous intent suddenly flourished.
"It's not right for you to go."
Li Zhi shook his head, "Let Jia Pingan go."
Shen Qiu was startled, "Mr. Wuyang is going... That's right, this servant is stupid."
"Go."
Li Zhi watched Shen Qiu go away, and suddenly stretched out his arms and laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wang Zhongliang always felt that the emperor laughed with relief, but he didn't know why.
Jia Pingan is discussing matters with the old coaches.
Cheng Zhijie, Su Dingfang, Liang Jianfang...
In the room, Cheng Zhijie was yelling and scolding, "The old man said to slow down, but you, an old thief, hurriedly led the army to rush over. Ashina Helu was like a frightened bird. He trembled all over when he heard the word Tang Jun, and he would naturally go far away." escape."
Liang Jianfang scolded: "The old man sneaked all the way, and only launched a surprise attack in the last ten miles. Who knows that Ashina Helu is so sharp. Damn, he is like a rabbit. The old man has submitted more than ten memorials to ask for a battle, and finally went out once. But I met a rabbit, I must have slipped my feet last time I went to the brothel, I was tired and out of luck, mother!"
The foot slipped...According to the slang in Chang'an brothel circles, it would collapse at the first touch.
Su Dingfang said in a deep voice, "Xiao Jia is here, so be careful when you speak."
Liang Jianfang was really angry, "How old is he? He has two children. Do you think he is the boy from before?"
I’m still the boy I used to be!
Jia Pingan smiled.
"I just go to the brothel for a stroll, but I can see Li Jingye there nine times out of ten times. Tsk tsk! This grandson of the British Duke is indeed a frequent visitor to the brothel."
Jia Pingan felt that he couldn't spend time on such things, so he said: "Masters, Ashina Helu is so timid that he can't threaten Datang within a few years. I think the golden opportunity to destroy Goryeo is coming soon." .”
"But it should not be underestimated. Those Turkic people still miss the prosperity of the past, Ashina Helu must be destroyed!"
Cheng Zhijie said very seriously: "He can inspire those Turkic people to gather under the flag, which is a great hidden danger."
"As for Liaodong..." Cheng Zhijie's eyes were obviously more envious, "Just wait until they fight and lose all three sides, and then Datang will calmly send troops to wipe out Liaodong in one fell swoop."
The three of them exchanged glances with each other, and then Qi Qi looked at Jia Pingan with strange eyes.
What does this mean?
Jia Pingan said with a dry smile: "Three old men, this is... why don't you go to the Chang'an cafeteria for a drink? I'll treat you."
"Chang'an canteen is yours, yeah, do you have to pay for it?"
Cheng Zhijie scolded with a smile.
But according to the steward, every time Cheng Zhijie went there, he was given money, which was not a lot.
"Where, just eat." Jia Ping panicked, feeling ashamed that the elders had to charge money for a meal.
Su Dingfang nodded, and then Liang Jianfang said: "Xiao Jia, do you know that you are aggressive in attacking and we just treat you as ordinary?"
Normal...Jia Ping'an was a little disappointed.
Cheng Zhijie said wildly: "The old man and others killed the prosperous world from the troubled times back then. What battles haven't you seen? What killings haven't you done? It's not wrong to say that it was a human slaughter. Naturally, you don't pay attention to these battles. .”
"The Beijing view is good." Su Dingfang comforted Jia Ping'an.
These old ghosts have nothing to kill in their lives, and Jia Ping'an is far behind.
Liang Jianfang secretly praised Jia Pingan when he saw that Jia Ping'an was still calm.
"It's a good thing for Datang to have a few more sharp generals, but it's not much better. What the old man and others value you is planning."
Liang Jianfang's eyes were full of emotion, "The first time you went to Diezhou, you planned to destroy the Tuyuhun rebels, and even built a Beijing temple on the road that must be passed by Ludongzan to frighten the Tubo people. At that time, I was still thinking... this It was just a coincidence. But you kept surprising me later on. This expedition to Goryeo is even more joyful!"
"The new city was built on a mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it was defeated in your hands. What's more important..." Liang Jianfang's eyes became sharper, "When you get to the Yalu River, you can make threats and don't fight, just wait for Korea, Baekje and Silla fought each other, and even plotted against Japan... Do you know what the letter from the British government to this old man said?"
Jia Pingan shook his head.
Lao Li has been looking at everyone with warm eyes all day long, without any emotion at all.
This kind of old ghost is too insidious. If he hadn't made friends with Li Jingye, Jia Ping'an would not have dared to approach him.
Liang Jianfang sighed, "The British public said that this son is far-sighted and has a keen eye. After ten years, he will definitely become the commander in chief."
Cheng Zhijie got up and came over, slapped Jia Pingan grinningly.
"Boy, do you know what kind of commanders Datang has produced?"
Of course I know, Li Jing, the follow-up will be Li Ji... and then it will be gone.
Xue Rengui can’t be counted as a commander, neither can Pei Xingjian...
After these veterans withered, Datang fell into a situation where no one could be used... Li Ji led the army to destroy Goryeo at an old age, Su Dingfang defended Tubo at the age of 70... The younger generation couldn't take over the work, so that the old commanders dragged their bodies to go fight.
"Li Weigong, the follow-up is the British Duke." Cheng Zhijie laughed at himself: "I know that I am not a handsome talent. After Li Weigong said that he went, Li Ji was a handsome talent. Now that Li Ji is getting old, he said you are a handsome talent..."
The three old men looked at him with piercing eyes.
"Do you know what to do?"
This is…
This is inheritance!
Jia Ping'an's body trembled when he thought of his experience of being cared for by these old men overtly and secretly.
"The care of all the old men these years..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Cheng Zhijie and the three laughed.
"You think you are good at poetry, and you can make the old man and others look at you with some horseshoes? The old man's eyelids are not so shallow!" Liang Jianfang stared at him. Waiting for others to look at it differently. However, it seems that these years, even without the old man and others, you can tide over the difficulties."
What an amazing young man!
"Ashina Helu is just a minor problem. Liaodong, Tubo, and the wider Western Regions are your battlefields. Young people, we are getting old, and the Tang Dynasty will have to look at your generation in the future."
Jia Ping'an thinks that these old handsome men shouldn't have the temperament of such late heroes, right?
"You old men can fight for another ten years."
Ten years later...we will take over.
"Where did ten years come from?" Cheng Zhijie sighed: "This year, the old man feels heavy. Just today, the old man submitted the memorial, begging for the bones."
"Young man, kill well!"
Cheng Zhijie's words made Jia Ping'an dumbfounded.
Kill well!
"In this world, you kill me, and I kill you. If you don't kill people...you have to be killed. Datang should kill people."
Cheng Zhijie's melodies entered the palace.
Li Zhi glanced at it, and said lightly: "No!"
The veterans are Datang's Dinghaishenzhen. As long as there is one, the surrounding aliens will deal with Datang carefully. Otherwise, if they send one out, they will be exterminated.
His eyes darkened, "Old men are getting old, who else can I use?"
He thought of Xue Rengui, this is his favorite general. But obviously Xue Rengui is not handsome.
Who else?
The remaining young generals are mostly young, not to mention the talents of commanders, even leading an army alone is dangerous.
He glanced at the memorial, suddenly startled.
—Wuyang Duke Jia Ping'an has a handsome talent, and the veteran urges His Majesty to reuse him.
Jia Ping'an!
Li Zhi closed his eyes and said for a long time, "I see."
This tone seemed to be talking face-to-face with Cheng Zhijie.
Then the emperor disappeared.
"Where did your Majesty go?"
Wu Mei said angrily: "Didn't you find out?"
Shao Peng came in a hurry, "Queen, Your Majesty has gone to Lingyan Pavilion."
"It's been an hour." Shao Peng felt something was wrong.
"Go and see."
When Wu Mei arrived at Lingyan Pavilion, Li Zhi was in a daze in front of the portraits of heroes.
"Your Majesty."
Li Zhi moved, "Meiniang! Come in."
Wu Mei walked in and found Li Zhi looking at Cheng Zhijie's portrait.
"Why is Your Majesty here?"
Li Zhi said softly: "If you count from the beginning, you will find that Cheng Zhijie is listed as the nineteenth hero. Then look at the rest, Yuchi Jingde is waiting to die in the mansion, Li Ji is not bad..."
The emperor didn't even mention the number one eldest grandson Wuji!
Li Zhi looked carefully at these portraits of heroes.
These heroes are all life-size. Yan Liben's painting skills are excellent, standing in front of him, he feels a murderous aura, and even an awe-inspiring aura.
"This is Datang!"
Li Zhi lowered his hand slightly, Wu Mei put her hand in, and he led Wu Mei out of Lingyan Pavilion slowly.
Standing outside, Li Zhi stared blankly, "Does Meiniang think I'm sentimental? No! I'm thinking that every generation of emperors has generations of emperors. The first emperor has been gone for several years, and these heroes have gradually withered, and then they came to our country. The era! I will make the Great Tang reign supreme!"
This emperor!
Wu Mei looked at him fascinatedly, "This concubine is convinced of this."
Li Zhi tilted his head and said, "I asked Jia Pingan to go to Luoyang."
Wu Mei was silent for a moment.
Li Zhi said lightly: "Cheng Zhijie and others recommended Jia Pingan, saying that he is handsome."
"The concubine knows."
Jia Ping'an was sad for a while. In the afternoon, he went to the cafeteria of Chang'an with the old men to have a rough meal, and ended up getting drunk...Is this the old man who is about to retire? You guys are fooling me!
Back home, there was a sudden panic.
"Lang Jun is actually drunk?"
Jia Ping'an doesn't like drinking, and the number of times he got drunk can be counted on the fingers.
After a lot of tossing, Jia Ping'an successfully lifted the corpse.
Get up the next day, go around to shame him.
"Aye, you vomited a lot last night, and it smelled so bad that I fainted from smelling it."
Jia Ping'an didn't have the energy to argue with her.
"Aye, are you drunk?"
"yes!"
Jia Yu brought a bowl of soup very filially, "Aye, drink it quickly."
Good son, I will definitely not extubate in the future.
Jia Ping'an drank it all in one gulp.
Damn it!
What smell?
A somewhat familiar smell came.
Jia Pingan retched a bit, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Why does it look like the soup cooked by my cousin?"
When he first arrived at Jia's house, his cousin cooked this soup to coax him.
Su Ho came in, "Husband, my cousin said earlier that you like this soup the most, so I taught it to Cao Er..."
Jia Ping'an's cheeks trembled a bit...a nightmare!
Jia Pingan was about to take a day off, but was called.
In the palace, Li Zhi looked at him and said calmly: "You **** one person to Luoyang, be careful all the way."
What is this?
When Jia Ping'an saw that person, he couldn't help being stunned.
"Slave Li Jiao, I met Duke Wuyang."
A charming face...
(end of this chapter)