Datang broom star

"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 returning 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 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... Taishi Ling, you know that new learning is vast, and every volume of new learning is full of knowledge. 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 his 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, is this classification too complicated? What about broken wood, sand and stones, uprooted trees and roots, etc., if you say it, no one will remember it..."

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

Ha ha!

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 recently and stayed 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.