Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 212 Disputes in the Village

The weather was getting colder, and Li Shan doubted that what he said to Ashinasheer was not nonsense. It was really cold every year, and it was obviously not so cold last year.

Wrapped in a heavy leather jacket, Li Shandai sat on a chair and counted with his fingers. During the Little Ice Age, I remember that there was a time before the feudal era. I don’t know if it was the Shang or Zhou. It must have been from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms and Western Jin Dynasty. Once, once at the end of Ming Dynasty, it seems that there are only four times in total...

However, the history books also clearly stated that the defeat of the Turks was due to the weather. The grasslands were cold, the cattle, sheep and horses were frozen to death, and there was a large-scale famine, plus the surprise attack of Tang Junjingqi in a snowy day...

Wanting to chase Qingqi away, the bow and knives are covered with heavy snow... Li Shan suddenly remembered this poem, which seems to be a frontier poem in the middle of Tang Dynasty. If Su Dingfang still has this experience in this life, this poem can be used.

In the past few days, Li Shan seemed to be reviewing, but actually he was thinking about three things in his mind.

One, how to make money.

Second, it's too cold!
Third, what kind of poem do you use? !
Flipping through the collection of poems at hand, Li Shan casually threw them away. In this era, there was no engraving and printing, and there were almost no published collections of poems. He wanted to collect collections of poems to judge whether the inventory in his mind had appeared... It was a bit difficult.

But it is not without gains. Li Shan found in a collection of poems sent directly from Fangyi, "The cicadas are noisy, the forest is more quiet, and the birds are singing more quietly." It is the work of Wang Ji, a member of the Langya Wang clan in the Five Dynasties.

Tsk tsk, it's so dangerous!

There was a lot of noise outside, Li Shan had a burst of energy, wrapped up his leather jacket, took Xiaoman and went to the front, reviewing... It's really unnecessary, he is basically sure about filling in the blanks, and most of the explanations are passable.

Fang Yizhi, Yuwen Shiji and others have all said that Jinshi... mainly depends on your miscellaneous items, that is, the level of poetry and prose.

On the right side of the gate, the original cooking room has completely changed. More than 20 people are watching two women cooking.

Uh, the main thing to look at is not the cooking, but the clay stove that the two women are using.

It was Li Shan who drew the blueprint and explained it in detail. He found two masons from the village, and it happened that Qi Lao Liu could also help.

Li Shan has long been impatient with the stoves of this era. They are too simple, not ventilated, and have no chimneys. And there are enough people.

Li Shan has used this kind of earthen stove for many years. He has been squatting behind to light a fire since he was five or six years old. He is so familiar with it that he even watched the craftsmen in the village build it with his own eyes, and he quickly made a similar one.

It's just that there were bricks in the previous life, but in this life... Li Shan wondered if he should build a brick factory. The sales of that thing must be good, and there are certain technical difficulties.

The stove was set up the day before yesterday, and it can only be used today. Li Shan tried it. The iron pots that Wang Renbiao sent before could fit right in. The craftsmanship is really good.

Zhu Wei looked at the earth stove curiously, "Da Lang actually understands this..."

"I understand a little bit." Li Shan laughed, "The firewood is burned below, one stove and one pile of firewood."

"The smoke goes up this passage?"

"Well, the chimney floats up, and the kitchen is much cleaner."

"Why are there two floors below?"

Li Shan said with a smile: "The firewood is burned on the upper floor. When it is not in use, push the charcoal fire forward, drop it to the lower floor, and get it out again. It happens to be a charcoal basin for heating."

"The design is very delicate." Ma Zhou clicked his tongue twice, "but it must be made of good iron."

A woman was using a long hook to push the charcoal fire down, and then shoveled the charcoal fire into the basin with a small shovel. Li Shan squatted down to warm the fire, thinking that it would finally be warmer tonight.

It was like this in the previous life. Every winter, my grandfather used the charcoal fire left over from cooking at night to keep warm. The small room was as warm as spring, and he would do his homework by himself at the simple table...

Originally, Li Shan was going to use coal for heating directly, because charcoal is... very expensive in this era, and now Li Shan is a little short of money, so he really can't afford it.

Guanzhong is originally the place where coal is most concentrated in the country. Li Shan also specifically inquired about the Wei Shou of the Julu Wei family... Wei Zheng's clan uncle, mentioned in the "Book of Wei" compiled that the soil in Guanzhong is burning, and there is no fire. The smoke rose up for tens of miles and would not go out for more than a month.

Typical underground coal spontaneous combustion.

Li Shan is still planning to do this business, but if he thinks about it, he will give up. Playing this business in later generations will require intensive capital and human resources. Zhujiagou really cannot afford this business, and if there are too many people, it will cost thousands Tens of thousands of people are not too many, maybe one day a scapegoat will be thrown down.

Moreover, coal for heating seems to be poisoned by carbon dioxide. I am not afraid of it, but I am afraid that other people will have accidents. However, using charcoal for heating is in line with the common understanding of this era.

Moreover, Li Shan specially asked someone to make a small opening on the earthen stove, and asked Qi Laoliu to make a small iron pot and put it in, so that he could boil a pot of water while cooking.

"Uncle Qi, did you come to see this stove today?" Li Shan was a little surprised, "Let Qi Lao Liu and the others go there later."

"Let's go in and talk." Zhu Wei sighed, drove away the idlers, and brought only five or six people into the main hall.

The main hall is relatively ventilated... Li Shan refused to come these few days. He asked people to close the door, brought a few charcoal basins in, and asked people to bring the sofa, so he sat down with his hands tucked away.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Hearing Xiaoman's cough, Li Shan turned his head to look, a middle-aged man was talking to Mo Xiang in the corridor, this little girl usually waited on her mother, why did she come to the front yard now?

"That's Lei Jing, who settled down in August, and is Mo Xiang's uncle." Zhu Wei said in a low voice, "This man has some courage, but he has a smooth temperament. Most of the people who settled down at that time were persuaded by him."

Li Shan immediately understood that Lei Jing chose to settle down because of Mo Xiang serving by his side that day...Of course, it was also because there was no better choice.

Sure enough, after exchanging a few pleasantries, Mo Xiang came in with a kettle, poured a cup of hot water for everyone, and then stood behind the sofa side by side with Xiaoman.

Li Shan was a little startled, but he glanced across and vaguely guessed something.

Except for Ma Zhou, the others are representatives of all kinds of people in the village. Zhu Wei and Zhu Ba represent the old people in Zhujiagou, Lei Jing represents the refugees who stayed in July and August last year, and Wang Fubao's nephew. The son Wang Junhao represents the group of Su Dingfang and Ling Jing, while Qi Laoliu represents the dozens of soldiers.

Hearing the chatter on the other side for a while, Li Shan suddenly smiled and said, "Qi Lao Liu, do you regret it?"

"I told you earlier that if you come to Chang'an with someone, at most you will not die of hunger. If you want to make a fortune, it's just a daydream!"

"Now that Zhujiagou is too shabby and desolate, don't you regret it?"

Qi Lao Liu, who was arguing with Zhu Ba just now, suddenly stood up, blushing and saying: "Your Majesty's words are too hurtful!"

"I'm grateful for your kindness, and I will follow you voluntarily. Let alone eating chaff and swallowing dirt, even if you die for your husband, I will not take half a step back!"

"Then what are you still fighting for today?" Li Shan sighed: "The so-called not fighting is fighting, fighting is not fighting, the only thing you can do is not fighting, and nothing in the world can compete with it."

The few people on the opposite side were confused, and Ma Zhou laughed and scolded: "Qi Lao Liu, you have no credit at all, and Huairen, who has been harmed, is now unable to enter Chang'an City. Competing with others is a failure... But since Huai Ren Ren settled here and joined the sect, how could Huairen abandon him?"

Li Shan was a little annoyed, and cast a sideways glance at Zhu Wei, and these bullshit things came to me too!

Don't you know that I have to concentrate on studying for the exam during this time?

(End of this chapter)