Great Tang Broom Star

Li Ji got up very early in the morning, it wasn't because the old man couldn't sleep, it was more a habit.

He went to Wagang when he was very young, and since then, he has started his magnificent life. It was also from that time on that he never slept in late.

Move!

Li Ji's medical skills are good. He surveyed the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty and found that warriors often lived long and had courage when they were old. For example, Cheng Zhijie, Su Dingfang, Liang Jianfang and others.

This goes to show that moving is better than sitting down.

Ma Yang moved slowly.

Although it seemed slow, Li Ji's every move concealed his murderous intentions.

After practice, take a shower and have breakfast.

"Aon!"

Li Jingye also came.

The breakfast was very rich. Li Jingye was hungry and devoured it hungrily.

"It's good to be young!"

Li Ji sighed, and Li Jingye's suspicious eyes responded, and his face turned dark immediately.

"You don't want to cause trouble for a while."

Li Ji warned.

"Why?"

Li Jingye was about to learn that a brothel in Pingkangfang had recruited a newcomer, and it was a Hu girl. Thinking of Hu Nu's ass being thrown up, how could he hold back?

"There will be turmoil in the court, and you will be submerged if you are not careful."

Ah!

Li Jingye didn't believe it.

When he arrived at the imperial city later, he squatted at the gate of the military department until Jia Ping'an, and asked, "Brother, will there be turmoil in the court recently?"

You take out your Aunt's words like this and say it everywhere, and you don't worry about being beaten up? Am I going to sue? Or file a complaint!

"There is turmoil, so don't go out and talk nonsense. Also, just do what you need to do, and don't care about outside affairs."

As the emperor's confidant, Li Ji,

If you really want to do it, it is definitely one of them.

Be careful, Lao Li, that you won't be able to guarantee it at the end of the festival!

Jia Ping'an has always felt that being a man should be kind, and Lao Li is not so mean.

"Xiao Jia!"

Uncle Li came, looking very angry.

Immortal style, immortal style!

"Master Li, what's the matter?"

Who cooked you this?

Li Chunfeng glanced at Li Jingye, Jishou...

The old man is going to do something!

Fuck! Lao Li was about to make a move, so Li Jingye hurried to dodge him.

But instead of going back to the Ministry of Punishment, he went outside the imperial city. Jia Ping'an dared to bet that this guy must go to Pingkangfang to dump his ass.

Li Chunfeng said angrily: "Yesterday, the old man was arguing with others in the court. When he mentioned the level of the wind, all the officials laughed at him. If you say that the wind is the wind, you can see its size when you see it. Why do you need to set a level? Stupid! Absurd!"

Isn't it common in later generations to rank the wind?

What is a category three gale, what is a category twelve typhoon...

Have it now?

My uncle Li, do you know that you are so awesome?

"Let's go in and talk."

Jia Pingan took Li Chunfeng into the Ministry of War, skipped the morning tea party, and went straight to his guard.

When Chen Jinfa saw Li Chunfeng, he almost knelt down.

"Shenxian Li!"

"Stop! Stand still!"

Li Chunfeng stopped him, "Don't kneel down so often, kneel down and kneel down to your parents, what else are you kneeling for? It's extremely unfilial!"

Chen Jinfa was trembling, and hurried to make tea.

"You here..."

Li Chunfeng just glanced at it, and saw that although the window was bright, there were traces in some places, which clearly looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.

Jia Pingan laughed, "I don't spend much time in the military department. I usually go to the palace to give lectures, or go home to compile books... You know the Taishi Ling. It was compiled with painstaking efforts, I suffer!"

Li Chunfeng frowned, "When you are young, you complain about suffering, why don't I give you a prescription?"

Uncle Li, you are really my dear uncle!

Jia Pingan suppressed the ecstasy, and said humbly: "It can last for a while."

What prescription does Lao Li have to give?

Most of them are for the waist!

If it doesn’t work out, it’s an advanced version of the last recipe.

Li Chunfeng said: "Can you still endure it? That's all."

Sitting there, Jia Pingan only felt that the wind was blowing.

Did I hear wrong?

"The old man positioned the wind at level eight."

Taiji did not go out for ten years, and Baji killed people for two years.

Li Chunfeng stroked his beard, and said quite complacently: "These eight levels are moving leaves, singing bars, shaking branches, falling leaves, breaking small branches, breaking big branches, breaking wood and flying sand, pulling trees and roots. As long as you follow these eight levels Come to determine the level of the wind, and there is no need to repeat it hereafter. When there is a strong wind in various places, just report it directly. I hate those mediocre officials who even laughed at this old man, hateful, hateful!"

For a purely educated person, having his knowledge ignored by those bureaucrats is the greatest pain, which can be called heart-piercing.

Uncle Li will not be distraught, will he?

Jia Ping glanced at it, and Li Chunfeng sensed his concern, his eyes were slightly warm, "The old man is doing well, just thinking that this matter cannot be carried out, hey!"

Jia Pingan had an idea, "Uncle Li, tell me, isn't this classification too complicated? What about breaking wood, flying sand and rocks, pulling trees and roots, etc., if you say it, others won't remember it..."

Li Chunfeng frowned, "They are all officials, why can't they remember?"

hehe!

But what about the common people?

Jia Pingan laughed and said, "What about the common people? For example, if there is a sudden strong wind blowing in a certain place, sand and rocks are flying, but the officials are not there, how do you ask the common people to express it?"

"Tsk! What you said... actually makes sense."

Not that it makes sense, but it makes a lot of sense!

Li Chunfeng fell into deep thought.

Jia Pingan wanted to get out of the way, "Uncle Li, why don't you use one, two, three, four, five to classify?"

Li Chunfeng shook his head, "How do people know what one, two, three represents?"

Yes!

Those people in later generations... except for professional meteorologists, no one knows what level the current wind is. Only those who often read the weather forecast and compare the wind level on the forecast with the wind encountered in real life can gradually gain some experience.

"It's my fault."

Jia Pingan felt that he overestimated something in later generations, and was slapped in the face by Uncle Li.

"Ten miles to move a leaf, a hundred miles to sing a bar, two hundred miles to shake a branch, three hundred miles to fall a leaf, four hundred miles to break a small branch, five hundred miles to break a big branch, a thousand miles to walk a rock, and three thousand miles to pull out a big root."

Li Chunfeng smiled slightly, "This is the speed of the wind, what does Xiao Jia think?"

Traveling thousands of miles a day, this is not bad.

"I thought I should tell His Majesty directly about this matter."

Li Zhi treats Li Chunfeng pretty well, and he is definitely willing to promote such things.

Li Chunfeng nodded, "The old man is here today to ask to see His Majesty, but Xiao Jia has to use your name."

Lao Li looked a little embarrassed, and Jia Pingan asked, "Why?"

Does the emperor no longer trust you?

"Hey! Last month, I watched the stars at night and found that the emperor's star was not good, so I asked your majesty to be more careful and stay in the southeast. Your majesty changed to live in the southeast. When I got up at night, I accidentally...hey! I bumped my head into a big bag , said that he saw the first emperor at that moment..."

Li Chunfeng's thin face was full of sadness.

Others bumped their heads with gold stars all over their eyes, but the emperor saw the first emperor... The first emperor must have come to slap the emperor hard.

Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing when he thought of Li Zhi hitting the pillar.

"Do not laugh."

Li Chunfeng was very serious, and then he laughed unkindly.

Jia Ping took him to see the emperor.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wuyang is asking to see you."

"Let him come."

The prime ministers are coming soon, and Li Zhi is going to the front court.

"And Tai Shiling!"

Li Zhi said with a sullen face, "...get out!"

"etc!"

The waiter stopped.

Taishi ordered this to offend His Majesty?

The servant was puzzled, and glanced at Wang Zhongliang.

Tai Shiling made His Majesty miserable.

Wang Zhongliang raised his eyebrows, Li Zhi saw it, and pointed to it.

"Forget it, let him come."

Wang Zhongliang went over and knelt down, the servant was very envious.

Even kneeling by His Majesty's side is a blessing! Wang Zhongguan kneeled extraordinarily free and easy, as expected!

Li Zhi touched the swelling on his forehead, where he could still see bruises in the mirror, and there was a dull pain.

Is the so-called Li Banxian a fake?

With this question in mind, Li Zhi went to the front.

There is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei in the hall.

The prime ministers are on one side, and Jia Pingan and Li Chunfeng are on the other.

Li Chunfeng looks at his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and he can be called a fairy.

Jia Pingan was flirting with the prime minister, Li Zhi looked over and saw Xu Jingzong flirting.

Be careful, boy!

The emperor has been quite angry recently.

"Speak... discuss matters!"

Li Zhi sat down and started discussing immediately.

Li Chunfeng was not interested in these, and Jia Pingan was bored to listen in every possible way.

Yu Zhining was talking frothy, "... I heard that the servants were secretly cooking with charcoal, and closed the door at night. At dawn, the next door found that those people hadn't moved, so they yelled a few times, and finally broke in. Seven people They were all poisoned and died on the bed. Your Majesty, please issue an edict prohibiting the burning of charcoal in the palace."

Coal is coal. Individuals in the palace are not allowed to open fire. If you are hungry at night, you can only endure it, or hide food. These seven people couldn't bear it anymore, so they simply got charcoal to start a small stove.

"The minister seconded the proposal."

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

"..."

Jia Pingan blinked, feeling that this scene was too familiar.

This is not the case when later generations wanted to build a railway, but all localities blocked it on the grounds that the railway would destroy Feng Shui.

These people!

Li Zhi looked slightly cold. The news from the palace spread outside, those gossip women, no, gossip men, really deserve to die!

Jia Pingan took a step forward. He was an observer and wanted to apply for a speech.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Li Zhi nodded.

The prime minister's matter is not clear, what are you beeping, an observer?

Yu Zhining said lightly: "Mr. Wuyang can't wait any longer?"

Of course, Li Yifu would not let go of this opportunity to attack Jia Pingan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wuyang is from the countryside of Huazhou..."

Jia Ping'an is a native farmer who doesn't even understand basic etiquette.

Jia Pingan ignored him, bowed to Yu Zhining, and said, "Your Majesty, the Tang Dynasty has been burning charcoal for a long time. Is charcoal good? I think nature is excellent. But burning charcoal has a disadvantage, that is When coal is burned, it can produce some harmful gases, one of which can poison people. If you burn coal indoors and close the door immediately, you will be poisoned and die.”

What carbon monoxide poisoning, carbon dioxide, sulfur dioxide, these poisonous gases are all produced in coal. These poisonous gases produced by human beings burning coal and oil every year in future generations are innumerable.

"There are also new studies?"

Xu Jingzong couldn't help but rejoice.

"Yes. When the ancestors went out, they came to the barren hills without trees. They had rice in their hands, but no firewood. Later, they discovered a coal mine and took some at will for cooking. It was very sharp."

Bragging first, and then talking.

Old publicity, naturally know how to do it.

"Anyone who has been around open burning coals for a long time will definitely cough frequently."

Yu Zhining frowned, feeling that his science course was a little boring, "What's the use of what you said?"

Li Yifu said indifferently: "Do you know how to avoid those poisonous smoke? If you don't know, then step back first."

"Of course I know."

Too arrogant!

Jia Pingan took a look at Li Yifu and felt that Li Mao's death would not be wronged in the future.

"This minister is willing to try."

Jia Pingan was about to resign, and gave Uncle Li a look that you take care of.

When he got home, he first went to get two blacksmiths, and then got iron materials.

"Build it according to this."

In later generations, he had colleagues who built iron stoves by themselves, which can be called sharp.

The iron stove was built for two days, and the iron pipes were made. Jia Pingan installed it in the bedroom.

Isn't it still a bit cold at night, let's try this.

Light a fire, put a copper kettle on it, and everything works.

"I can't enjoy this good thing alone. We sleep together at night."

Jia Pingan said in a dignified manner.

Su Ho approached the iron stove, and said in surprise: "It's actually warm."

It happened that the wind was strong, and the flames were pulled into the pipe, and there was a whistling sound.

Su Ho picked up the copper kettle, and was startled when he saw the flames below violently pumping into the pipe. After a short pause, the copper kettle was thrown on top of the stove, and the water splashed all over the floor.

ah!

Su Ho exclaimed, then leaned over and said in a low voice: "My husband is so amazing!"

She raised her head and blinked, her lips parted slightly.

Of course I'm good, and it's even better at night!

But why did Babyface suddenly seduce me?

Jia Ping'an was shamefully moved.

Wei Wushuang came in, snorted, and said, "It's so hot today, I'm not afraid of sweating."

This is for Su Ho.

Soho pointed to the iron stove.

"Try it yourself."

In broad daylight, you can hug and hug, and you are not afraid of getting prickly heat!

Wei Wushuang glanced at her, "I still have something to do over there, so you can help me too."

Aggrieved, Su Ho followed.

Is this the result of one plug and multiple uses?

Jia Ping'an felt that the blessings of Qiren were not easy to enjoy.

At night, Jia Pingan forced the three of them to sleep together.

Of course, very pure.

"So hot."

Wei Wushuang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

"Husband."

Su Ho nestled into Jia Ping'an's arms with a smirk, and said in a low voice, "Wu Shuang doesn't know...he slept with his clothes on."

Jia Pingan reached out and touched...

The hand is full of nephrite jade and warm fragrance.

The baby face is only wearing nursery pads?

Jia Ping'an and she immediately pecked at each other.

But Wei Wushuang was too hot.

"Husband, it's so hot in the room."

When she got up, her body felt sweaty, her upper body passed over Jia Ping'an, and slapped Su Ho's back, "I knew that I wouldn't be afraid of the heat if I burrowed into my husband's arms!"

In the afternoon, she didn't pay attention to the iron stove in the corner. Sitting up at this moment, she was shocked to find that there was a fire in the iron stove.

"Husband, what is that?"

Jia Ping was sleeping.

Wei Wushuang got out of bed and went over to check.

The copper pot made creaking sounds on it, and water vapor slowly came out.

so warm!

Wei Wushuang lifted the copper pot, and there was an iron lid under it.

"You're burning something?"

Wei Wushuang turned around and praised: "This thing my husband made is really useful, but it was burned with charcoal? It doesn't smell at all."

"Carbon."

"Can charcoal be burned? Every year there are people who burn coal and are poisoned to death."

Wei Wushuang took a step back.

Jia Pingan simply lit the candle and lifted the lid.

It was covered with a layer of crushed coal, and flames slowly rose around the edge.

Wei Wushuang was proud of this thing, so he sat on the side watching it, and even fell asleep later.

This silly woman!

Jia Pingan hugged her with one hand behind her back and the other bent her feet.

Wei Wushuang grabbed his neck and murmured, "Husband."

Then a bed of spring.

Waking up in the early morning, Jia Pingan was lying on the bed, groaning, "Sure enough, there are only exhausted cows and no plowed land."

Seeing the two women going out to wash up, Jia Pingan groaned, "Use the water in the copper pot!"

The water in the copper pot has been sizzling, and it can be regarded as a thousand boiling water, but washing your face is no problem.

Jia Pingan also made a pot stand, and Wei Wushuang asked curiously, "Husband, why did you make this?"

"Cook."

A dish of fried rice with eggs was extraordinarily free and easy. Wei Wushuang and Su Ho were watching over it, as were Jia Yu and Doudou.

The flames danced, illuminating the faces of the whole family.

There are no such good years anymore.

Jia Ping'an thinks that the years are silent, which is probably what it means.

This egg fried rice must be fried with overnight rice, and the eggs are separated, and it is not too sticky. The fried rice is bouncing on the bottom of the pot, which is the beginning.

Jia Pingan suddenly turned the pot, and the egg fried rice turned over in the pot.

"Wow!"

The two children's eyes lit up, they clapped their hands and cheered, "Aye is amazing!"

"That's it!" Jia Ping'an was proud.

Wei Wushuang looked at his complacent husband, and suddenly felt that this is what the so-called happiness looks like. She wished that time could stop at this moment forever and not take away these laughter.

Egg fried rice is delicious, Su Ho ate too much, and he groaned after eating.

"Hurry up and get some dried hawthorn to boil water."

Jia Pingan simply asked people to ask for leave, and took care of Su Ho at home.

After drinking the hawthorn water, Su Ho lay on Jia Pingan's lap and muttered.

"Wu Shuang's mother's family came several times, and each time they asked Wu Shuang when she would have more children. They said that the husband's huge family business needs someone to inherit it, and Da Lang alone is definitely not enough."

"Wu Shuang is very distressed."

What's the trouble, I can have a child anytime I want.

The two women are only in their twenties, what's the rush?

"Husband."

Su Ho raised his head, and suddenly his eyes were charming, which made Jia Ping'an think of Chunfeng involuntarily.

"Husband."

"What is it?"

"I want to have a son too!"

Although the two women are on good terms, sometimes they compete in private. If you give birth to a son, I will definitely give birth to a son.

Of course, Jia Pingan can't say that boys and girls are the same, otherwise, not to mention the family members, those outside will say that he is crazy. Sister can kick him to death, and then send someone to find the king of medicine, Sun Simiao, to cure him of hysteria.

I think I have worked hard to practice ruthlessness for many years, plus counting the days, so that I can enjoy the joy of fish and water, but now it seems that I have to pay for it myself.

Jia Pingan nodded.

Then it's a show off.

Jia Pingan asked the blacksmith to build another iron stove, which was carried outside the palace gate.

"Ask some strong ones to carry them in."

Jia Ping'an is in high spirits!

"Mr. Wuyang, what is this?"

Wang Zhongliang was startled.

"It's a good thing, get it to the queen, and make sure it won't be cold in winter."

When Li Zhi got the news, he said calmly: "It's a big talk, don't worry about it."

Jia Pingan brought the iron stove to Auntie, and Wu Mei asked curiously when she saw it, "What is this?"

"Sister, just wait and see."

Jia Ping'an ordered people to start the installation.

The pipe is set up... In order to set up the pipe, Jia Pingan ordered a hole to be opened in the window, and Wu Mei's head was covered with black lines.

Looking at the hole, Shao Peng and Zhou Shanxiang both had an idea.

If Mr. Wuyang can't come up with something good, his ass will suffer.

"ignition!"