Chapter 173 Concubine Smiles

Li Shimin's expression became particularly exciting.

Li Shimin wrote this to Zhuge Wuhou more out of interest.

It would be fun to think about it if we could get in touch with Marquis Zhongwu, make suggestions and fight with Emperor Wu of Wei from afar.

The good news is that Zhuge Wuhou really responded.

The bad news is that this is going to hurt your heart.

Standing blankly in front of the slowly dimming light curtain, Li Shimin had a lot of thoughts.

The first thing that comes to mind is Guangmu's casual words to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, "If Liu Che had died five or ten years earlier, his reputation would have been better."

Of course Li Shimin was very familiar with Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

When he was the king of Qin, he admired his talents and strategies, and even asked Yu Boshi, who could compare with the talents of Han Dynasty?

After becoming the emperor, she hated him for believing in gods and immortals. He could have achieved greater achievements, but instead he wasted money and wasted people, only to get a vague reputation.

On the night when he first learned from the light curtain that he was the emperor of the ages, Li Shimin also tossed and turned, constantly warning himself that he would never repeat the mistakes of Emperor Qin and Han Wu.

But now...

Li Shimin even remembered Yu Boshi's detailed evaluation of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty: if the Han Dynasty was better than the First Emperor, it would be superior. As for arrogance, luxury and tyranny, it can be compared.

As for the final evaluation of Hanwu... Li Shimin sighed.

Could it be that he, the only emperor through the ages, cannot escape from "more than enough merit but not enough virtue"?

Could it be that future generations also wish him to die early?

Li Shimin sighed long and short there, while Changsun Wuji was no longer too lazy to make eye contact with Wei Zheng. He passed directly over and said next to Li Shimin:

"The prince is only eleven years old, and the prince is only one year old. Why should we worry about being in the prime of life?"

Li Shimin looked past Changsun Wuji and looked at Wei Zheng in the mirror:

"The sages said that a gentleman does not mirror water but mirrors people. I think there is a slight difference in what the sages said. Mirroring people can not only know good and bad luck, but also know the shortcomings of virtue and merit."

Wei Zheng had mixed feelings, and finally bowed and said:

"I only hope that with the help of His Majesty, I, Tang Jing, will be powerful in all directions and the people will be rich, and the world will be peaceful and the country will be prosperous."

Zhang Sun Wuji's expression behind him was a little sad, and at the same time he was also a little worried.

Even Wei Zheng can have a name in Guangmu, but what about his eldest grandson Wuji?

In the first year of Zhenguan, the pursuit of giving up was just retreat in order to advance. Is it possible that when everyone has new people, they forget about the old ones? Changsun Wuji suddenly felt a little panicked, and something later named a sense of crisis filled his chest.

"Your Majesty, it's time to control the flood." Du Ruhui added and presented the record.

To the light curtain, this kind of thing that happened thousands of years ago is just a passing cloud, so it is hidden behind the dialogue between Wei Zheng and everyone, and the wording is still "coincidentally".

This almost didn’t require too much thinking, and Li Shimin settled on it:

"This strategy will be drawn up by Ke Ming and handed over to Dai Zhou tomorrow."

Dai Zhou is the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and allocating funds for disaster relief falls within his scope of responsibilities.

Du Ruhui nodded, and then Li Shimin walked over and looked at the small millipede-like words copied by the two ministers just now.

Looking carefully at each item one by one, Li Shimin didn't pay attention to Li Shimin's ridicule during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. However, Li Shimin curled his lips again at Zhu Baba's practice of worshiping heaven in the Ming Dynasty.

The Temple of Heaven, the Circular Mound, the Altar of Chao Ri and the Altar of Xiyue existed in the Tang Dynasty, and they are nothing new.

But it seems like a good idea to hold the ceremony at the Temple of Heaven instead? Li Shimin thought for a while and decided to wait more than ten years before considering it again.

If the barbarians are not convinced, how can they say that they will become Zen?

Then he laughed when he saw the back:

"It's true that this kid doesn't feel bad for selling my father's land. He spent the money from the Northern Expedition and became a monk."

Shaking his head in disdain, Li Shimin lamented that there is always a place where he can make up for Zhao Song:

"Zhao Heng is a jerk, but his father must be pretty good, right?"

Hou Junji's face was full of disapproval. It was impossible to say how many of the slanderous and sycophantic officials of Zhenzong were left behind by the former emperor.

At this moment, the light curtain slowly opened again, surprising Hou Junji.

Fang Xuanling consoled him: "Generally speaking, there is not much content this time, so just watch with peace of mind."

A paragraph of text coupled with a few pictures, the content is really simple.

Hou Jun looked attentively:

[Big brother... I won’t comment this time. This is the first time my husband-in-law, the blogger, has tasted ancient canned food.

After eating this thing, I can only sigh. Cao Pi said there is a reason why lychees are not as delicious as grapes!

Although the taste is average, it is really healthy, but I still recommend you to buy online...]

The picture shown later only saw an ugly jar. Hou Junji could tell it was a clay pot just by looking at it. The technique was quite crude and he wouldn't have bothered to use it.

In another picture, the jar has been opened, and inside is some stacked lychee pulp.

The next picture shows the pulp in a crisp white bowl.

In the next picture, you can see that the lychee has been eaten, and there is a thumbs up next to it.

The last picture is a piece of letterhead with a few words:

"This fruit was harvested by Zhang Ziqiao of Chengdu in mid-autumn. In October of the 16th year of Jian'an, he praised it and offered it to his friends."

"Handwritten calligraphy by Zhuge Villager."

There are also texts listed below:

〖Thumbs up for your sincerity, the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy! Nowadays, I still play canned food in the ancient way. I can only say that I am addicted to playing the role of a boss.

Were there cans in ancient times? I don’t study well, so don’t lie to me.

Tried you to make money or something? Our ancestors just had little knowledge and were not stupid, so we left it to ourselves to look up the art of Qi Min.

What the above person said is true. In Zhouli, fish cans were recorded. They were stuffed into bottles and sealed with mud, and they could be kept for two months. UP probably received this according to the canned fruit method in Qimin Yaoshu. It was salted, then put in and sealed. It can be kept for about half a year. If you want to adjust the taste, you can add some sugar or something.

Salt pickling... Isn't that sterilization? It's a pity that our ancestors didn't have microscopes, otherwise they might have found bacteria, and then boiled them over high heat to kill all the bacteria. Wouldn't military canned food come? How could it be developed by foreign countries in the 19th century?

Indeed, in ancient times, you could make a lot of money by selling canned fruit to dog owners. If you are willing to run, you can sell it to sailors to prevent sepsis, sell it to grassland people to exchange for leather, and sell it to Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, and you might even become a governor.

Okay, I can only give a 6 for this business acumen, but why didn't we have glass in ancient times? Isn't it said that the difficulty of firing glass is much lower than that of firing porcelain?

In a nutshell, the ancient glass industry requires a lot of alkali. In ancient times, people didn't know chemistry and could only use natural alkali. There was no such thing in the Yellow River and Yangtze River basins in China, so the glass industry could not be developed. The occasional ones were used as decorations.

What the above said is right. This is also the reason why ancient glass almost all came from the Middle East. There are many inland saltwater lakes there, and natural alkali is really not lacking at all.

Then those time travelers who go back and burn glass one by one, isn't it nonsense?

It's not nonsense. There is a better thing than natural alkali called plant ash, but the processing method is more crazy in the eyes of the ancients. Who would cold-soak and filter the plant ash and then boil it? Isn't this a pure disease?

I just care about this canned food. If so, isn't it very unpalatable? I still choose the concubine smile at nine yuan a pound in the supermarket at the door. 〗

Military use!

Hou Junji was moved. He didn't understand anything else, but this was simply his old business!

When the expedition to the grasslands and Mobei and other places, the soldiers had an extreme desire to eat vegetables and fruits, and even became sick because of worry.

If we have this military canned food, wouldn't this problem be solved?

"Good everyone, this canned food policy..." Hou Junji was ashamed to try to fight for it.

However, Li Shimin was obviously more comprehensive than Hou Junji, and he almost immediately selected the candidate:

"This canned food trial production... auxiliary machine!"

Changsun Wuji, who was originally unhappy, jumped up immediately: "I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Li Shimin was not only an excellent general, but now he was also a far-sighted emperor. He almost immediately understood how valuable this canned food was.

To put it bluntly, it was worthless, but it could trouble the world for more than a thousand years! So that means that as long as it is properly operated, this canned food method can at least keep the Tang Dynasty uncompetitive for ten years!

And the Tang Dynasty can rely on him to traverse the grasslands, open up the sea and land, and trade in canned food!

"Auxiliary machine!" Li Shimin solemnly explained: "Such a simple strategy, once completed, will benefit the country for a hundred years, so we must be careful!"

Changsun Wuji certainly understood, and immediately guaranteed it again and again.

Then, according to the words of the light curtain, Li Shimin handed over the glass trial of the saltwater lake to Hou Junji, and then he turned back to look at the note.

"Wu Hou is teaching me." Li Shimin laughed and sighed.

"But..." Li Shimin looked up and looked at the scenery outside the Ganlu Palace. It was only the beginning of July in Chang'an.

Wu Hou's note clearly stated that Zhang Song returned to Chengdu, and it was October when the can was sent out.

The light curtain is so magical? There is a time difference, and... Zhang Song is not dead? ! This Wu Hou really twisted the history books!

And how to send it? The key points should be the two words "like" and "sacrifice".

Li Shimin had only one feeling for a while. Although Wu Hou said a few words, they all hit the point. With such a quick wit, he really deserves to be the loyal Wu Hou.

Du Ruhui smiled with ease, stretched and said:

"Later generations call litchi "Feizixiao", this name contains allusions, which is quite good."

Li Shimin also laughed helplessly.

...

"Why is this litchi not delicious..." Zhang Song complained in a low voice.

You know, pickling this requires a lot of salt, and you have to choose the biggest and sweetest litchi.

When Kong Ming asked, Zhang Song also spent some time to give it away, but the other party didn't care at all!

Liu Bei laughed and comforted:

"Zi Qiao's gift of this can of litchi is the best in Chengdu for a hundred years! It's a huge profit!"

Zhang Song was convinced by Liu Bei, and he was happy again after hearing Liu Bei say so.

Who doesn't understand the meaning? If the word "military" can't explain its meaning, then the several functions imagined by the light curtain are all practical!

Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun were discussing in a low voice what the soldiers would do if they had fruits to eat.

Mi Zhu and Liu Ba were planning how to keep the secret on the cans and try to keep the technique intact.

Liu Bei had no objection to this, after all, one cannot throw the baby out with the bathwater, right?

Kong Ming was writing and drawing on the paper. Pang Tong saw that he was in a bad mood and asked with a smile:

"Kong Ming, are you worried that the Emperor of Tang will not understand it?"

Kong Ming shook his head. How could he not understand the information that was almost written on his forehead?

"It's just that I am fascinated by the chemical method... infinitely."