Chapter Forty-Seven: The Poor Man

Yun Lang, who was in a daze, always felt that something was wrong, and King Huainan knew that it was a person who wanted to be an emperor and wanted to go crazy.

Could it be that tofu was invented by him?

A prince is not good at governing the country, what kind of tofu is studied?

Yun Lang is confused, but one thing is very clear, the farther away from the King of Huainan, the better.

In this era that completely belongs to the puppet emperor Liu Che, whoever dares to go against him has only a dead end.

Whether it is the king of the Huns, or the minister, or the vassal king, anyone who is not pleasing to his eyes will die in the end without a place to be buried.

When Princess Changping left, Yun Lang was shocked to find that he actually agreed to Changping to open a tofu workshop in partnership......

"Beans are more durable than millet, do not pick the land, but fertilize the land, after planting the soybeans in the field and then plant millet, the harvest is higher than last year's millet planting, but the beans eat too much flatulence and are intolerant, so they have been planted as a ration for livestock.

If you eat tofu, you won't have flatulence, which can be regarded as really showing the usefulness of beans.

Don't go anywhere these days, just think about the tofu well, as long as you get it out, you will be counted! ”

When Changping left, her words were a little serious, and it could be seen that she was very worried.

Yun Lang always felt that the country's affairs were his business, and he just wanted to buy the land where the First Emperor was buried, and then plant big trees, thorns, grain, and fruit trees on it, make a big manor, and raise poor Dazai to death, and then live happily in the land of the Han Dynasty.

Anyway, in this era, there are masters like clouds, cool officials are like rain, conspiracies are everywhere, ignorance is heavy, and the emperor is a big devil who is heavy and kills people without blinking, so you don't have to worry about being bullied by other races, it's good to live your own life, there is no need to be strong.

There are countless talented people in the world, and the ones who die the most are those who like to be in the limelight.

Chouyong closed the door, and Liang Weng's wife made a bowl of noodles for Yun Lang with Xiao Worm.

Yun Lang squatted under the bamboo forest, eating heavily, and saw that the bamboo shadow was like a tiger, his nose was sour, and tears fell down.

Chouyong was about to comfort him, when he heard Yun Lang sobbing and said, "Don't bring me one-headed garlic ...... in the future."

The armor in the rattan box fits very well, there are not many such small armor in the army, and it wasn't until Yun Lang saw Huo Quzhi's name in the cuirass that he knew that this guy brought his armor.

In the past, I dreamed of getting a piece of Yu Linlang's armor, but now it is quietly placed in the box, but Yun Lang has no intention of wearing it.

Yu Lin Lang's standard weapons are very bad, at least not as good as Yun Lang's own weapons, and the weapons of the Yu Lin Army are already the best equipped weapons in the Han army.

The production of the Qin State is still the guarantee of quality, and from this point of view, the current war potential of the Great Han is not as good as when the Great Qin dominated the world.

The biggest advantage of sleeping in a high-rise building is that it is easy to have a stroke, and the wind blows through the hall, and I don't know why those Coats like to sleep on a high-rise building with their breasts exposed, Yun Lang feels that these guys are completely for the sake of fame and ignore their own health.

After barely getting up, he asked Chouyong to call the cold well water, gritted his teeth and stuffed his face, and after a few shivers all over his body, his muddy brain finally became clear.

His most powerful weapon is his brain, and now is a very moment, and if he doesn't deal with it right, he will become a spy of King Huainan.

Whether it is a spy or not, I don't know how many were killed by the Great Han Tingwei Mansion, which is a real example of preferring to kill mistakes rather than let go.

If you want people to value you, you have to be useful to them, and if you want people to value you, you have to show corresponding value.

Therefore, when Yun Lang was preparing to build a tofu workshop, he was very enthusiastic, and forced himself to drink a pot of millet porridge Yun Lang, and began to draw early in the morning, preparing to make all the utensils needed in the tofu workshop.

This time, Changping did not directly hand over the money to Yun Lang, but sent a steward over to be responsible for the manufacture of all utensils and the expenditure of money and grain.

As for the place to open the shop, it was in the back garden of the Changping Marquis Mansion, and they opened a door to the street in the wall, and used a large row of bungalows built against the wall, where there was water, sunlight, and open space, and the problem of the workshop site was solved.

More than a dozen people who were obviously official craftsmen did not stop sawing wood for a day after Yun Lang proposed to need a large number of wooden barrels, steamers, and wooden boxes.

If you want to build a giant iron pot, only the Zhuo clan has this strength now, and after the steward went there, he came back with a blue face.

Cauldrons are expensive......

This is a very incomprehensible thing, Zhuo Ji used the name of Changping to keep the ironsmith workshop in Yanglingyi, and now I don't know what crazy I dare to embarrass the Marquis of Changping.

The steward went to the master angrily, looking very difficult, Yun Lang felt that things were very bad, Zhuo Ji was a fool, and Pingsuo was not a plan.

Without nine out of ten certainty, offending Changping is equivalent to offending the god of death.

Pingsuo came to Yunlang to drink tea at sunset, his complexion was gray, and he kept drinking tea but didn't say a word.

"Now that you have decided to turn your face, you now count on the people behind you to help you hold on, if you can't stand it, or if they leave, you have nowhere to bury if you want to die."

"Help me, help Zhuo Ji!"

"I'm also very unlucky now, don't look at being an official, I haven't been free when I'm not white.

When people wanted to cut me, I didn't even have a chance to cry out, because they would say that military law was applied to me. ”

"Prime Minister!"

Hearing this name, Yun Lang involuntarily hiccuped, and then remained in a state of hiccups all night.

"Prime Minister!"

Prime Minister, rank 10,000 stones, 60,000 yuan per month, and the rate is served by the liehou.

The puppet emperor Liu Che appointed Gongsun Hong, the imperial historian, as the prime minister, and because he had no title, he was named the Marquis of Pingjin. From now on, all commoners who worship will be crowned marquis.

The Book of Han? Hundred Officials and Ministers' Table" cloud: "Xiangguo, Prime Minister, are all Qin officials, with gold seals and purple ribbons, and are in charge of the assistant of the Son of Heaven."

The prime minister has the power to elect, appoint, depose, and reward hundreds of officials.

The emperor treated the prime minister with great courtesy. According to the ritual regulations of the appointment and dismissal of prime ministers in the Han Dynasty, the emperor himself attended the court meeting in person, and officials with more than 600 stone in Beijing must attend the meeting.

When the prime minister is promoted, the emperor must be received in the main hall in official court clothes.

After the prime minister finishes his work and resigns, the emperor will stand up and send him to the palace gate.

The prime minister was seriously ill, and the emperor wanted to come to inquire about the illness in person and send an envoy to deliver medicine.

After the death of the prime minister, the body was moved from the prime minister's mansion to the private house, and the emperor would personally come to the door to pay homage, and give coffins, burial grounds, and dead vessels. This shows the respect of the prime minister's status.

The current prime minister is the Marquis of Guangping...... Xue Ze.

Yun Lang, the influential figure of the Han Dynasty, has some memories, such as Tian Wei, such as Gongsun Hong, as for Xue Ze, to be honest, he really doesn't have half a memory.

"Do you think Xue Ze is powerful, or Wei Qing and Princess Changping are powerful?"

"Naturally, Wei Qing and Princess Changping are powerful, but Princess Changping is angry, Zhuo Ji and I have no property at most, once we offend Xue Ze, tomorrow will be our end.

Now it's just a matter of quenching your thirst. ”

Yun Lang said strangely: "He is a dignified prime minister, what did he like about your Zhuo clan's iron smelting?" ”

"Quyuan plow!"

Yun Lang said in surprise: "What is the matter with your Zhuo clan in Quyuan Plough?" If you want to find it, you should find Wei Qing or Changping. ”

Pingsu said bitterly: "It was produced by my Zhuo family, and the prime minister thinks that since the Zhuo family can build the first plane, he can build the second one." ”

"Then go and build it, you made the plowshares, and the waste products are still in your hands, so don't you build another one as it is?"

"Princess Changping is not allowed!"

"So, does Changping know if Xue Ze is playing Quyuan plow?"

Pingsu said desperately: "I just came from the gate of the Marquis of Changping, and today I knelt at the door with Zhuo Ji for a whole day, and the princess didn't see us." ”

Yun Lang couldn't help laughing, looked at Ping Su and said, "The two big nobles are not willing to fight hard, so they have to force you, right?"

Actually, as long as you're dead, it's gone, right? ”

Pingsu laughed miserably and said, "That's true! If it weren't for Sima Xiangru telling Xue Ze about Qu Yuanli in order to become an official, there would be no predicament for my Zhuo clan now. ”

Yun Lang smiled: "Do you think it's useful to find me?" ”

Pingsuo trembled and held the teacup with both hands and took a sip of tea: "The old man has no master ...... six gods."

Seeing Pingsuo stepping out of the threshold with his body bent, Yun Lang smiled bitterly and said: "I also have a picture here, the tool on the picture is called the cocoon car, which was originally a sowing farm tool matched with the plow......"

As soon as the words came out, Yun Lang's face changed abruptly, and he pointed to Pingsuo, who was ashamed, and said, "You guys did a great job!" ”

Yun Lang only felt that his temples hurt badly, countless Venus stars flew in front of him, and the discomfort of being suppressed these days all came up in an instant, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were getting darker and darker.

The last thing he heard was the screams of the ugly man, who had always been loud, but this time he couldn't hear it very clearly.