Datang Longya

Chapter 180
This is actually extremely beneficial to his regime. The people are afraid of the emperor, and they will not be fooled into rebelling directly when they encounter remarks that slander the emperor.

After all, the rebellions in history were not all because the people couldn't live on, and some were caused by cult organizations that made the people forget the majesty of the royal family.

Thinking of cults gave Li Shimin a headache. Monk Xuanzang had written for the fourth time to ask the emperor to allow him to go west to seek scriptures. Li Shimin was particularly disgusted with religion. As an emperor, he could not destroy religion at will.

Because there are too many religious believers, if he suppresses Buddhism, it will definitely arouse the resistance of Buddhist believers. Maybe it will not only be a matter that can be solved by power, and the army may have to be mobilized.

William is now able to communicate with the people around him through simple language, gestures and drawing pictures. The three Li Chengqian brothers are very yearning for European culture and have been listening to stories from William.

Li Chengqian was shocked after hearing William talk about the power structure of the country in the Far West yesterday, and told Li Shimin about William's description.

In Li Shimin's view, an emperor who is restricted by the pope is sad, and even the crown on his head needs to be worn by the pope to be considered official, what a humiliation!

Xuanzang didn't know that his behavior of traveling westward to seek Buddhist scriptures had been labeled as "dangerous" by the emperor. When he waited for the emperor's permission with the last glimmer of hope, he didn't know that the emperor didn't even have the patience to reply to him at this moment.

Leng Feng looked at the flowing water on both sides of the boat, and he had no confidence in the boat he was sitting on. The reason was that the boat was too small, not even a quarter of the boat of Emperor Sui Yang. Open it, but if you open it, you will find small holes on it.

I really don't know why Feng An chose such a dilapidated ship, and even named the real owner of the ship—a bad old man surnamed Zhou—at the helm.

After Feng An led the team to a small village on the edge of Yuezhou, he hired all the boats in the village and formed a mighty fleet to go down the river.

As the saying goes, "You can't sail at night", before the sun was blocked by the western mountains, old man Zhou ordered the villagers who were sailing to stop at the shore and stop moving forward.

The dried salted fish from Huang Zerui’s hometown tastes really good, just toast it and put it in the steamed buns, it’s delicious.

With Feng An, Liu Shuwen didn't need to avoid suspicion, and sat beside Leng Feng openly to eat with Leng Feng.

"Old man, come, have some wine."

Seeing that old man Zhou was just chewing steamed buns dryly, Feng An handed old man Zhou a flagon.The old man Zhou was flattered, and hurriedly took it with both hands.

"Hehe, the old man really hasn't had a drink for a long time!" Old man Zhou just raised his neck and took a big gulp.

"Ahem..." Leng Feng couldn't help laughing, the wine in Feng An's jug was stolen from Hou Junji, that is to say, the jug was filled with white wine above [-] degrees, this way of drinking is simply... happy?
"Cough cough cough! My... God!"

pain!

Old man Zhou almost coughed up his lungs, why is this wine so strong!

Seeing old man Zhou make a fool of himself, Feng An laughed and said, "This is not junior teasing you. When junior drank this wine for the first time, he was the same as you."

"Junior?" Hearing Feng An's self-proclaimed name, Leng Feng became very interested in old man Zhou immediately. How could this old man make Feng An call himself "junior"!
Old man Zhou managed to regain his breath, and said with emotion: "Good wine! Even the Sanlejiang from the Western Regions can't compare to the taste of this wine!"

An old man in a small village actually drank sanle jelly!

Leng Feng knew about Sanle Porridge. Before Tianxialou's wine appeared, Sanlejiang from the Western Regions was all the rage in Chang'an, and was sought after by many high-ranking officials. Only after Tianxialou's high-quality wine appeared did it fall from the altar.

Tianxialou's wine is priced with reference to Sanle pulp, and Sanle pulp needs to be three times a pot, so Leng Feng simply set the price of Tianxialou's high-quality wine as five times a pot.Only when the price of Sanle pulp is significantly higher than that of Sanle pulp can the reputation of Tianxialou Fine Wine be established.

Moreover, Sanle pulp is not available everywhere. There are many in Chang’an, and Luoyang has less than half of Chang’an’s. Old man Zhou lives in the south, how did he drink Sanle pulp?How can you afford to drink sanle syrup?

Feng An's next words cleared up Leng Feng's confusion:
"Your old man must have drank sanle jelly when you went to sea. Now that you are trapped in the mountains, you naturally don't know that san le jelly is not a good wine in Chang'an."

go to sea?Presumably this old man used to be a member of the merchant fleet!

The old man Zhou suffered a loss, and he only dared to drink in small sips when he drank again. He was not surprised to hear Feng An tell his past, but said with emotion: "Going to sea, going to sea, the merchant fleet that is tempted to go to sea by money every year How many? How many came back after going out? The last time the old man went out to sea, he encountered a hurricane at sea. There were hundreds of people in a fleet, and only the old man survived holding a plank. Alas! Wasted half a life of luxury, and earned How much money is spent, it is better to stay in a small mountain village, fishing, drying nets, even if the boat capsizes, no one will die."

Feng An could only smile awkwardly.

After the old man drank all the wine, he returned the flagon to Feng An and said, "The old man has to check if the other boats are fastened. The guests should rest early."

After finishing speaking, old man Zhou walked away from the fire with drunken steps.

Seeing that old man Zhou was gone, Leng Feng poked Feng An and asked, "You cow, how did you know that this old man has gone to sea?"

Feng An pointed to the old man Zhou's boat not far away and said, "You only saw the tatters on the boat, but you didn't see the bottom of the boat. The bottoms of other boats are all new boards this year, but this old man The bottom of the boat is covered with green moss, what does this mean?"

Leng Feng shook his head. He has never been on a ship a few times, so how would he know what it means to have green moss on the bottom of the ship.

"The most important things for a fisherman are the boat and the net. Every year before launching into the water, they have to check the bottom of the boat to see if there is any leak or damage. Even if it is just a deep scratch, the wooden planks there will be replaced. This old man The bottom plate of his boat must have not been replaced in three or two years, which is enough to show that his boat handling skills are particularly superb, and he has never run aground or hit a rock at the bottom of the water."

Leng Feng couldn't help interrupting Feng An's words, "But even if this is the case, it doesn't mean that he has gone to sea!"

Feng An nodded: "There is another point. Although his boat is a bit messy and the sails are worn out, the ropes are in order no matter where, and..." Feng An gestured with both hands to tie the rope: "He The rope tied is a technique that only those who go to sea know."

　Thanks to Haha, Shangqiu, Yaoshi Tianchen, and the rainy season outside the window, for the monthly tickets!Unexpectedly, there will be a monthly pass at the end of the month, and then I will ask weakly: Do you still have such delicious things as a monthly pass?
　　
　
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