Chapter 459 Acid-Base Neutralization

Du Ruhui's words made Li Shimin raise his head slightly.

When it comes to knowing people well and being good at assigning them, he, Erlang of the Li family, is not bad at all, right?

I can only say that I regret not meeting Wu Hou.

And thinking about Du Ruhui's early death and Hou Junji's inexplicable rebellion, Li Shimin added a bit of inexplicable depression.

Because they were only about four hundred years apart, everyone in the early Tang Dynasty was no stranger to the Shu Han.

Therefore, looking at the arrangement of the civil and military ministers, they can still check and fill in the gaps in the light curtain.

The only thing that surprised him was probably the rotten wood beside Liu Bei.

Listening to Guangmu talking about the grudge between Empress Liu and Kumu, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but sigh:

"Plain silk is impermanent, but it is dyed. Although empress Liu had the merit of delegating power and improving people's livelihood, he also favored treacherous officials and even destroyed the country."

"Calling it rotten wood is not an exaggeration."

Just when Changsun Wuji said this, everyone automatically made up for what they had not said:

If Empress Liu is a piece of rotten wood, then more than half of the emperors in China for thousands of years are not as good as this piece of rotten wood.

What is the lower limit? People in the audience couldn't help but feel even more.

After exiting Wuhou Temple, the light curtain finally reached the last stop, the museum.

The furnishings are solemn and the cultural relics are rich. One million Sichuan troops came together to save the country, and one hundred thousand soldiers died for the country. A few words are enough to move everyone.

"Japanese pirates are causing trouble, and we will destroy them to eliminate future troubles!"

Li Shimin looked at the museum again on the big light screen, and his words were categorical.

Fang Xuanling felt that this museum was quite similar to the large furnishings during the Yuan Zheng Dynasty meeting.

It's just that the large displays, which include important weapons of the princes and secret treasures of the treasury, are not as diverse as this museum.

But looking at it from another angle, the history of the founding of the country in later generations is contained in every brick, tile, book and cloth collected in this museum, which moved Fang Xuanling even more.

Perhaps, when the Tang Dynasty established palaces in the Western Regions to guard and open up trade routes, and achieved great success in reaching great heights, the museum could also imitate the furnishings of this museum.

Invite vassals from all over the world to see the achievements of the Tang Dynasty.

At this point, the light curtain finally dimmed completely and disappeared.

But everyone in the Manna Hall did not get up for a long time, exchanging their thoughts with each other in low voices.

Only the two Yan brothers hurriedly left the Manlu Hall.

Although the Sparkling Night in Chengdu was shocking to later generations, for Yan Lide, the job of being a prisoner at hand was more important now.

As for Yan Liben, he planned to visit his brother's papermaking workshop to see if there was room for improvement in its rice paper production.

The shocking glimpse of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" made Yan Liben unable to calm down until this moment.

It had never occurred to him before, but now that he knew he could stay in the prosperous age with his painting skills, Yan Liben felt that he couldn't hold it back at all.

After all, he was certified by later generations, and by the end of the Tang Dynasty, his paintings were deified!

But if you want to draw a map of Zhenguan Chang'an, the first priority is to be familiar with Zhenguan Chang'an.

After all, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" must have taken several years of work, and Bianjing seemed to be more prosperous than Chang'an. The people were determined not to just let the painter paint.

The only explanation is that the artist of the painting must be extremely familiar with the street scene and could imprint it in his mind.

And if he wanted to paint a national treasure for the Tang Dynasty, he would also need to be able to construct a Zhenguan Chang'an in his mind.

…

In the small courtyard in Chang'an at the end of the Han Dynasty, after Du Xi was missing his companion, and he learned from the paper that Liu Bei's subordinates might have many secrets, Xia Houyuan began to worry.

Even the verbal exchanges with the people outside the wall became feeble.

Zhang He often sat next to the chessboard and played chess with him, but Xia Houyuan also saw clearly:

Zhang Junyi often loses focus when playing chess with himself, and his heart is probably not as calm as he looks.

"General Xiahou, General Zhang, and Duke Xuande invite you to the banquet."

It was the familiar General Ma who once again broke the peace in this courtyard.

As long as there was a banquet, Xia Houyuan would not refuse anyone who came. After changing into decent clothes, he even had the leisure to joke with Ma Su:

"I wonder if I can have a drink with General Ma tonight?"

Ma Su smiled and didn't answer. When Xia Houyuan and Zhang He were ready, he led the way.

The courtyard of the other courtyard is not small, but it is still necessary to cross the courtyard gate to make Xia Houyuan feel relaxed and feel free from the cage.

Two months later, Chang'an, which had been undergoing major construction projects, has begun to take shape.

Although it is far less prosperous than in the past, at least the people have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and there are roads and markets to facilitate their lives.

Xia Houyuan even saw that the sign of the post house had been hung up. Judging from the lights of the stables and the post house nearby, it seemed that there were people living in it.

"Is there an envoy coming to see Duke Xuande?"

Ma Su nodded casually and said:

"Sun Quan sent Bu Zhao as an envoy to pay homage to his lord to seek peace."

Although he had expected it, Xia Houyuan's throat still felt dry when he heard it with his own ears:

"Then Mr. Xuande..."

Ma Su smiled:

"Don't worry, General Xiahou. My lord has not agreed, so I don't want to leave now. I am still waiting here for my lord to change his mind."

Xia Houyuan was dumbfounded: He wouldn't be worried if Liu Bei couldn't wait and agreed.

It was precisely Liu Bei's attitude that set off alarm bells in Xia Houyuan's heart.

After all, Liu Bei now only has the three states of Jingyi and Guanzhong. Facing Cao Sun's attitude towards the ten states, it is obvious that he is confident. This is not good news for the prime minister.

But no matter how much you sigh, you still have to eat.

Liu Bei only arranged a small banquet, with only Jian Yong as the company, which made Xiahou Yuan feel quite comfortable.

However, when he heard that Liu Bei advised him to write a letter to Cao Cao, offering Yizhou soldiers and guaranteeing the safety of Ma Teng's family in exchange for his return to the east, Xiahou Yuan became unhappy again.

After drinking two glasses of wine, Xiahou Yuan could no longer bear the doubts in his heart and said bluntly:

"General Zuo... think you will definitely win over Prime Minister Cao?"

Xiahou Yuan now knew the cause and effect of Yizhou very clearly.

Even if he got it back, he would most likely send all of them back to Chengdu to win the hearts of the people, which would not help his combat power. Thinking about Ma Su's words of rejecting Bu Zhi's request for peace, Xiahou Yuan became indignant.

Liu Bei was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he talked about an irrelevant topic:

"Miaocai, what do you think of today's noodles?"

Xiahou Yuan said truthfully: "It tastes sweet and is of the highest quality."

To be honest, it is normal for noodles to be sour, and even if they are seasoned with meat soup and fermented black beans, the sour taste cannot be completely covered.

But what we ate today was not seasoned, and it tasted sweet without any sourness.

Liu Bei laughed:

"This is made from the wheat harvested in Guanzhong this year, and it is not top quality."

"Kong Ming once said that fields and crops are divided into acid and alkaline, so the same seeds in the north and south produce different fruits."

"The same is true for food. Noodles are sour. Kong Ming added some alkaline water to balance the acid and alkaline, leaving only the sweet taste."

"Nowadays, the world is full of treacherous people. If the acid and alkaline are unbalanced, the noodles will be difficult to swallow."

"I use justice to fight against treacherous people, just like using alkaline water to remove the sourness of noodles."

"With justice as the sword, how can we not win?"

After speaking calmly and measuredly, Liu Bei picked up the tea and sipped it, and suddenly felt his lips and teeth salivating.

This speech is the experience of helping Kong Ming improve noodles with alkaline water in recent days.

A few days ago, Liu Bei saw that Kong Ming only needed to add a few spoonfuls of alkaline water to a stone of noodles to completely neutralize the sour taste of the koji that made the noodles fluffy and soft, turning decay into magic.

For a moment, Liu Bei felt quite smug: Cao Cao would never understand this truth.

Unfortunately, when Liu Bei looked over, he saw the innocent and ignorant look on Xiahou Yuan's face that he had seen on his third brother:

"What is acid and alkali?"