Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

Qin Mu was very generous to the dukes of the state, and the potatoes and beef were not worth much, so it would be nice to give them as a favor.

Several people are important officials in the court, and they may not be able to help Qin Mu with anything.

"My son-in-law is very generous."

"Thank you Prince Consort for the reward."

"Hey, my old Cheng thanked the son-in-law, maybe my cattle can still be saved."

Cheng Yaojin looked at Qin Mu and smirked.

"En?" Li Er suddenly came to his senses, looked at Cheng Yaojin, lowered his eyes and said, "Zhijie, didn't you just say that your cow died for two days? Why is it saved again? Your cow will come back to life. ?”

Feeling the chill in Li Er's eyes, Cheng Yaojin was startled, "Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..."

"Why don't you explain." Yu Chigong gloated and said, "Other people's cattle are fine, but your cattle always have accidents."

"Those who fell into the puddle and drowned, those who fell into the mud puddle, choked to death, were frightened to death, were poisoned to death... The most annoying thing is that you just said that you were worthy of death by His Majesty."

"En..." Li Er hurriedly nodded, expressing his agreement.

kindness?

It seems that there is something weird, matched to death by something...

Yu Chigong also discovered his slip of the tongue, and hastily corrected him: "The cow given to me by His Majesty is worthy of death."

Li Er's face was ashen, and he was burning with anger. God damn it, I deserved to die. I hacked you two fools to death.

Yu Chigong pointed at Cheng Yaojin, and continued: "Your Majesty, I have counted the cattle in Fatty Cheng's house. We counted them last time when we went there, and it was 78. We will count again later. He's in jail."

"You fart." Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin panicked. He likes to eat beef on weekdays, and accidents often happen to the cattle at home.

There are still 78 of them now.

Unexpectedly, Yu Chigong would save his hand, and wanted to make a drastic move for him.

"Okay!" Li Er yelled, "Shut up both of you, don't you think you don't lose enough?"

Li Er was really blown up by the two of them, he could quarrel over a beef.

After hearing Li Er's scolding, the two hurriedly shut up, but their eyes still looked at each other, and sparks sparked from time to time.

"I'm really too lazy to talk nonsense with you, don't come out with me next time, it's embarrassing..."

"For the sake of potatoes, the beef ones are here, jittering and whining, have you never eaten beef, or have you never eaten potatoes?"

After Li Er finished speaking, he glared at the two of them, turned his head and walked out of the hall.

Walking to the front of the hall, Li Er turned his head and looked at Qin Mu, "Pack ten bags of potatoes for me, and one yak for me, and bring them back to the palace."

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Li Erkuo stepped out of the hall.

Everyone watched Li Er leave with dark eyes, and said righteously, taking more than anyone else, really shameless.

Chapter 162: Wannian County, Occupied

The next day.

The sky is white with fish belly.

Qin Mu led Xu Gongqing and the others to a hundred miles southwest of Mangya Village.

Along with them was Yan Liben, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry.

Although Li Er was very stingy, he still had the basic principles. After returning to Chang'an City yesterday, Li Er notified Yan Liben.

Ask him to come to Mangya Village today to meet Qin Mu and discuss matters concerning the construction of an industrial zone.

Now there are new farm tools like Quyuan plow, and high-yield crops like potatoes.

Although Li Er still had a grudge against business, he still gave Qin Mu great convenience.

This is not only for Qin Mu, but also for himself and Datang.

He regards Mangya Village as an experimental base.

Although Li Er didn't care about it on the surface, and even abandoned it, he secretly recorded the development process of Mangya Village behind his back.

If Mangya Village is really successful, Li Er can copy and promote it with great fanfare.

After all, Qin Mu's business and his mind are on the table, and the times are extremely leaping.

It is simply not comparable to ordinary people.

Li Er felt that Qin Mu possessed unique creativity.

It is often not difficult for Qin Mu to turn the impossible into something.

"My son-in-law, Your Majesty has told the old minister about your plan. I wonder if the old minister can ask you for one thing." Looking at the industrial land allocated by Qin Mu, Yan Liben mused.

Qin Mu nodded, "Master Yan, but it's okay to say."

Yan Liben responded with a smile: "The old minister knows that you are just allocating various craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry to carry out the basic construction of the industrial zone, but the design and planning of the industrial zone does not require the Ministry of Industry to intervene. As for the planning of the industrial zone, you have already With a mature idea.”

Qin Mu looked around at the construction site, and pondered: "That's right, it's not that I don't like the plan of the Ministry of Industry, it's just that the traditional design is far from the plan in my heart."

"Old minister understands." Yan Liben nodded hastily and said: "Old minister does not mean that. To be honest, what the son-in-law has done in the Tang Dynasty in the past few months has deeply admired the old man, and the idea of ​​your industrial zone is even more impressive. Shocked to heaven."

"So, can I have the courage to send two officials from the Ministry of Industry to study in the planning team of the son-in-law?"

"In the future, if my Tang Dynasty follows the steps of the son-in-law and develops some industries, the Ministry of Industry will not be caught blind."

What Yan Liben said was very true.

To be honest, Yan Liben's mood was complicated at this time.

He is the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry of the Tang Dynasty, in charge of the civil construction of the Tang Dynasty, planning and construction was originally his forte.

But now, he wanted to ask Qin Mu for advice.

But there is no way around this, after all, Qin Mu's plan for Mangya Village is there.

In just over half a year, Mangya Village has been built into a city-state with nearly [-] households.

Of course, this has something to do with Qin Mu's wealth, but Yan Liben has been to Mangya Village.

The construction of Mangya Village is well organized, and Yan Liben can tell that Qin Mu has a certain level of land use planning.

"Only this matter?" Qin Mu said casually, "Of course it's okay, Lord Yan can just send you here, it's not a secret."

Qin Mu is not a stingy person, and he is still willing to teach these things that are beneficial to the development of Datang.

Hearing this, Yan Liben cupped his hands and saluted, "Hehe, the old man thanked the son-in-law."

Among other things, he trusted Qin Mu's character very much.

Although Qin Mu doesn't admire fame and wealth, but in terms of the righteousness of the world, there is nothing to say about what he does.

The crowd had not been here for half an hour, and they rode fast horses galloping from a distance, rolling up waves of dust and smoke.

After a while, the fast horse came forward, and a thousand-ox guard dismounted from his horse, hurried towards Qin Mu, and said anxiously, "My son-in-law, Your Majesty has something important to call you into the palace."

Hearing this, several people glanced at each other, and it seemed that another major event had happened.

Otherwise, Li Er would never have called Qin Mu into the palace in such a hurry.

"What's the matter?" Qin Mu stared at the soldier and pondered.

The soldier shook his head, and replied: "Your Majesty only said that he was anxious, but he didn't explain anything."

Qin Mu nodded, "Master Yan, Mr. Xu is here with the blueprints for the construction of the industrial zone. From now on, he will also be responsible for the overall planning. You two can discuss the rest. I'll go to the palace first."

"It's the son-in-law, the old minister understands."

"Don't worry, son-in-law, there will be nothing wrong with this old man here."

The two replied, clasping their hands.

......

Chang'an City.

Royal Palace.

Hall of Liangyi.

Li Er was walking around the hall, restless like ants on a hot pot.

"Changsun Wuji, how can you be a household secretary? It's been so long since Zhang Liang's case, and there can still be such trouble!" Li Er stared at Changsun Wuji in the hall, and reprimanded him.

From Li Er's address to Changsun Wuji, one can hear his anger.

Changsun Wuji stepped forward to salute, and said apologetically, "Your Majesty, this old minister is guilty. This is indeed the old minister's fault. Please punish him."

Li Er frowned, and said angrily: "Punish? What's the use of punishing you now? What I want is a solution!"

Changsun Wuji wept and said wronged: "Your Majesty, I don't know where that bastard Zhang Lianzhi got the smallpox plague from, and it spread to Wannian County."

"Smallpox is simply an incurable disease. How can the old minister help..."

Li Er glared at him with hatred, then looked at Sun Simiao in the hall, and said anxiously: "Sun Aiqing, for smallpox, you have a way to crack it. Wannian County is only one step away from Chang'an. If you can't solve it, Chang'an It's safe."

Li Er's words were not alarmist, for the ancients, smallpox was synonymous with death.

"Alas." Sun Simiao shook his head with a sullen face, "It's difficult. Although the old minister has done some research on smallpox, it hasn't reached the point where it can be easily solved."

Smallpox is one of the oldest and deadliest infectious diseases.

In the face of smallpox, everyone is equal. It is highly contagious and seriously ill. Anyone who has never suffered from smallpox or has not been vaccinated against smallpox can be infected.

Listening to Sun Simiao's words, all the Chinese and military officials in the palace were shocked.

"What should I do? Now, even Miracle Doctor Sun is helpless. Could it be that my city of Chang'an is going to be destroyed by this plague?"

"A misfortune from heaven! A misfortune from heaven! Didn't the palace hold a grand Nuo ceremony this year, why did such a plague appear again?"

PS: (The grand Nuo ceremony, also known as exorcism and Nuo ritual, appeared in the Zhou Dynasty. The grand Nuo ceremony in the Tang Dynasty was more grand and had the nature of royal etiquette.)

"When misfortune comes, blessings rely on it, and when blessings come, misfortunes lie on it. The development of the Tang Dynasty is booming, but it can't escape the warning of God."

Civil and military officials were filled with emotion, after all, they were also afraid of smallpox.

Now Wannian County at the foot of Chang'an City has completely fallen.

Chapter 163: From now on, your words are my words, and your words are imperial edicts

The ancients were like this. Without scientific knowledge of the occurrence of the plague, they would attribute it to it, ghosts and gods, and God punished it.

"Your Majesty, [Songs of Chu] records: Bo Qiang is a powerful plague ghost, and it hurts people; [Release Name] also has an explanation: Epidemic is a slave, and it is said that there are ghosts to serve. If not, we will open the altar Sacrifice, pray to God, there have been many disasters in the Tang Dynasty in the past two years."

Gao Shilian, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, stood up to rescue Changsun Wuji,

(PS: Boqiang is a kind of ghost that specializes in making plagues.)

Gao Shilian is the uncle of Changsun Wuji and Changsun Empress.

The marriage between Empress Changsun and Li Er was facilitated by Gao Shilian.

He has quite a status in the hearts of Changsun Wuji and Li Er.

"What Gao Shangshu said is reasonable. Now that the Tang Dynasty is in troubled times, it is a good thing to pray more to God."

"Hey, Zhang Liang deserves to die, everyone is dead, yet his adopted son can do such a thing."

"It's fine, where did Zhang Lianzhi get the smallpox from?"

After hearing this, all the ministers agreed.

Qin Mu just stepped into the court hall, listening to Gao Shilian's words, he wanted to laugh.

The imagination of the ancients was very rich. They believed that the plague meant that the underworld required a lot of labor and labor, and it required a lot of people's lives to be killed.

Being a ghost is also aggrieved. I still can't escape the fate of beating workers in 996, and I have to serve corvee.

Now that people can't think of a solution to the smallpox plague, they can only drive away ghosts and pray for blessings to fight the epidemic.

Li Er listened to Gao Shilian's words, but said nothing.

Ever since Qin Mu exposed Liu Chuanfeng's tricks last time, he was only half-believing in this aspect.

After all, these things are indeed illusory, and there is no way to verify them at all. They are all people's imagination.

Smallpox can't be removed by praying for blessings and exorcising ghosts.