This was actually extremely beneficial to his regime, and the people were afraid of the emperor, and they would not be directly fooled into rebellion when they encountered slanderous remarks against the emperor.

After all, the rebellions in history were not all because the people could not survive, and some were cults that fooled the people into forgetting the royal majesty.

Thinking of the cult, Li Shimin had a headache, the monk Xuanzang had written to the emperor for the fourth time to ask the emperor to allow him to travel west to seek scriptures, for religion, Li Shimin was particularly bored, as the emperor, he could not eliminate religion at will.

Because there are too many religious followers, if he suppresses Buddhism, it will inevitably cause a revolt from Buddhist believers, and if it is not, it will not only be a matter that can be solved by power, but may have to mobilize the army.

William is now able to communicate with the people around him through simple words, gestures and drawings, and the three of them are very yearning for European culture and have been listening to stories from William.

Yesterday, after listening to William talk about the power structure of the state in the Far West, Li Chengqian was shocked and relayed William's description to Li Shimin.

In Li Shimin's view, an emperor who is subject to the Pope's restrictions is sad, and even the crown on his head needs to be worn by the Pope to be official, what a humiliation!

Xuanzang didn't know that his behavior of traveling west to seek scriptures had been labeled as "dangerous" by the emperor, and he waited for the emperor's permission with the last glimmer of hope, but he didn't know that the emperor didn't even have the patience to reply to him at this moment.

Leng Feng looked at the flowing water on both sides of the boat, and was particularly unconfident in the boat he was sitting on, the reason was that the boat was too small, not even a quarter of Emperor Yang of Sui's boat, because the sails of the boat were not opened, but if they were opened, they would find small holes on it.

I really don't know why Feng Ang chose such a broken ship, and named the real owner of this ship, a bad old man surnamed Zhou, to take the helm.

After Feng Ang led the team to a small village on the edge of Yuezhou, he hired all the boats of the village and formed a mighty fleet to go down the river.

As the saying goes, "you can't go on a boat at night", when the sun was not blocked by the West Mountain, Old Man Zhou ordered the villagers who drove the boat to dock and stop the boat and no longer move forward.

The salted dried fish in Huang Zerui's hometown tastes really good, just bake it and put it in the steamed bun, it is supremely delicious.

With Feng An, Liu Shuwen didn't need to avoid suspicion, and sat beside Leng Feng generously and ate with Leng Feng.

"Come, old man, have some wine."

Feng Ang saw that Old Man Zhou was just chewing steamed buns, so he handed Old Man Zhou a wine jug. Old man Zhou was flattered and hurriedly took it with both hands.

"Hehe, the old man hasn't drunk this thing for a long time!" Old man Zhou just tilted his neck and poured a big mouthful.

"Ahem..."Leng Feng couldn't help laughing, the wine in Feng An's wine pot was stolen from Hou Junji, that is to say, the wine pot was more than fifty degrees of liquor, this way of drinking was simply ...... Joyfully?

"Ahem, ahem! It's mine......... Sky! ”

Suffering!

Old man Zhou almost coughed up his lungs, how could this wine be so rushed!

Feng Ang laughed when he saw Old Man Zhou's ugly appearance: "This is not a junior playing tricks on you, the junior was the same as you when he drank this wine for the first time." ”

"Junior?" Hearing Feng An's self-proclaimed, Leng Feng immediately became extremely interested in Old Man Zhou, how could this old man make Feng Ang call himself a "junior"!

Old man Zhou finally regained his breath and said with emotion: "Good wine! Even the three pulp of the Western Regions can't compare to the taste of this wine! ”

The old man in a small village actually drank three pulps!

Leng Feng knew that before the appearance of the wine in the upper floors of the world, the Sanle pulp in the Western Regions was all the rage in Chang'an, and was sought after by many high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

The wine in the world upstairs is priced with reference to Sanle pulp, and Sanle pulp needs three runs and one pot, so Leng Feng simply set the height of the wine in the world upstairs to five runs and one pot. Only when the price is significantly higher than the price of Sanle pulp can the name of the world's upstairs wine be launched.

And Sanle pulp is not available everywhere, there are many in Chang'an, and Luoyang is less than half of Chang'an, Old Man Zhou lives in the south, how did he drink Sanle pulp? How can you afford to drink three pulp?

Feng An's next words solved Leng Feng's confusion:

"Presumably, your old man didn't drink Sanle pulp when he went to sea, but now he is in a predicament in the mountains, so naturally he doesn't know that Sanle pulp is no longer a good wine in Chang'an."

Sea? Presumably, this old man used to be a member of the merchant fleet!

Old man Zhou suffered a loss, and when he drank again, he only dared to drink a small sip of it, and he was not surprised to hear Feng Ang talk about his past, but sighed: "Go to sea, go to sea, how many merchant fleets are tempted by money to go to sea every year?" How many went out and came back? The last time the old man went to sea, he encountered a hurricane at sea, and a fleet of hundreds of people, and the old man survived with a wooden plank, alas! After spending half of his life in luxury, and how much copper he earned, it is better to shrink in a small mountain village, fishing, drying nets, even if the boat capsizes, no one will die. ”

Feng Ang could only smile awkwardly.

Old man Zhou drank all the wine, returned the wine jug to Feng Ang and said, "The old man still has to go to see if the other ship bolts are reliable, and the guests should rest early." ”

After speaking, Old Man Zhou left the fire with drunken steps.

Seeing that Old Man Zhou was gone, Leng Feng poked Feng Ang and asked, "Niu, you, how did you see that this old man had gone to sea?" ”

Feng Ang pointed to the old man Zhou's boat not far away and said: "You only saw the tattered boat on the boat, but you didn't see the bottom of the boat, the bottom of the other boats is the new plank of this year, but the bottom of this old man's boat is covered with green moss, what does this mean?" ”

Leng Feng shook his head, how could he, a person who had never been on a steamship a few times, know what it meant to have green moss on the bottom of the boat.

"The most important thing for a fisherman is the boat and the net, and every year before going into the water, they have to look at the bottom of the boat to see if there is a hole in the bottom of the boat, whether there is any damage, even if it is just a deep scratch, and the plank will be replaced. The old man's boat must not have had a change of floor in three or two years, which is enough to show that he is particularly skillful in boating, and has never run aground or hit a rock at the bottom of the water. ”

Leng Feng couldn't help but interrupt Feng Ang's words and said, "But that's it, it doesn't mean that he has been to sea!" ”

Feng Ang nodded: "There is another point, although his ship is a little messy, and although the sails are shabby, the ropes there are all in order, and they are ......" Feng Ang gestured with both hands to tie the rope: "The rope he ties is a technique that only people who go to sea do." ”

Thank you for the monthly pass! I didn't expect that there would be a monthly pass at the end of the month, and then I asked weakly: Do you still have such a fragrant thing as a monthly pass?

(End of chapter)