The drought and locust plague in the past dynasties were not an easy thing for the imperial court.

And the disaster that happened in Beijing is even more fatal, especially now that Li Shimin has just succeeded to the throne, the situation is even more serious.

After getting Yang Wenhua's affirmation, Li Shimin's face immediately changed, and he had just received many good things from Yang Wenhua, and the good mood caused by it disappeared in an instant.

Li Shimin was silent for a long time, and there was nothing too good to do, the most fundamental reason was that there was no money in the treasury.

Originally, not long after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the foundation was thin, and it was robbed by the Turks last year, and now even if he wants to buy food, Li Shimin can't come up with the money.

"Since the master can predict the disaster in advance, I don't know if there is a way to deal with it?"

Li Shimin asked this question with a heavy heart, looking forward to Yang Wenhua being able to give him a miracle again.

"Naturally, there are some solutions."

Yang Wenhua said very confidently, and in Li Shimin's expectant eyes, he continued: "First of all, the Holy Lord can order the people to gather the people to build reservoirs as much as possible at the sources of various rivers and rivers in Guanzhong.

In this way, the water source can be stored before the spring snow melts in the high places, so as not to waste it in vain.

Another can be as much as possible to plant soybeans at the water source, first, the locusts do not like to eat soybeans, and secondly, soybeans are not only early-ripening, but also have less water requirements.

With these two methods, the problem of food shortage can be alleviated, and the poor monk asked the Qinghe Cui family to help purchase a lot of grain from Laiguan for some personal matters earlier, which should help the saint tide over the difficulties. ”

"Oh, I don't know how much grain the master bought to Guanzhong?"

Facing Li Shimin's inquiry, Yang Wenhua said with some embarrassment: "It's not much, less than one million quintals, just more than 800,000 quintals." ”

As soon as Yang Wenhua's words came out, Li Shimin's heart was settled, and those who had made up their minds earlier and wanted to make a fortune by taking advantage of the shortage of food in Guanzhong completely stopped that thought at this time.

There are only a few million people in Nima Guanzhong now, and the food of a stinky monk is enough for the entire Guanzhong to eat for a few months, plus other stored grains, not to mention persisting until the national autumn harvest, even if it lasts until the New Year, it is no problem.

Now it's still a ghost, hurry up and go back and sell the grain, after all, the drought is not a shadow of the drought, in case there is no disaster by then, the price of grain is not going to fall into the price of yellow mud.

The Cui family's purchase of grain, everyone knew about it earlier, but now that the specific amount is obtained, everyone is speechless, what do you want to do when you buy so much grain?

"Hahaha, the master is such a wonderful person, let's not talk about those.

I have seen the master's strange skills before, as well as the natural Erzang of the world, all of which are extraordinary ways, which can be said to have opened the eyes of both me and the Zhuqing family.

I don't know what kind of shocking thing the master's remaining collection can make people count for three years? ”

After getting the news that Yang Wenhua had so much food, Li Shimin was immediately relieved, and at this moment he became curious about Yang Wenhua's remaining skills.

"Please also ask the saint to let someone take a white silk to the temple, and the poor monk will explain it to the saint, and the poor monk's literacy counts."

After Li Shimin asked the chamberlain to fetch a white juan, Yang Wenhua glued a little ink with a bamboo cane, and while writing on the white silk, he explained:

"The journey to the west along the coast was bumpy, and it was not easy for the teacher to teach the poor monks knowledge, and many times there was no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so the poor monks were used to writing with goose feathers and branches.

When the poor monks were young, they didn't like to read, they often wrote and lacked pens and paintings, and they often forgot to read and write.

The teacher couldn't, so he meditated for a long time, and created spelling rhyme symbols, sentence break symbols, simplified Chinese characters, number symbols, and four methods.

So that the poor monk can know all the fonts within one year, simple addition and subtraction, within three years can read the text and break sentences, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are all refined.

The teacher is very gracious, the poor monk is unforgettable, and it is difficult to repay in this life in this life, the poor monk is really an unfilial person. ”

When Yang Wenhua said these words, he thought about Yang Gui's kindness to him when he was a child, as well as his rebellion when he grew up, and his heart was inevitably sour, and his last words were already a little choked.

Inevitably, a picture of a learned old man facing a bad guy and painstakingly inventing these characters appeared in the hearts of everyone present.

After Yang Wenhua wrote for a long time, he asked people to put up the white silk, pointed to a few punctuation marks on it, and said: "All along, whether it is the classics of the sages or the essays that everyone usually writes, there are usually no broken sentences.

In this way, it often leads to multiple meanings, and most of the disputes between various schools of thought come from this, and if these symbols can be used in the article, I think your disputes can be much less. ”

After that, Yang Wenhua explained the uses of various symbols such as full stops, commas, etc.

"Great goodness."

Li Gang, who had been standing in front and squinting his eyes, immediately praised after listening to Yang Wenhua's explanation, "With these symbols, the words of the future will be clearly conveyed to future generations, so that the teacher is a great talent." ”

Li Gang, an eighty-year-old guy, gave these symbols in one sentence, and others naturally had no opinion, who made the family not only highly educated, but also several emperors.

Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Yang Wenhua guessed that this old man must have a high reputation, and to be affirmed by such a character, Yang Wenhua became full of confidence, and pointed to a string of letters erected by ABCD below.

"These more than 20 characters, the teacher named Yin, and the combination of more than 20 characters on the other side, the teacher named Yun.

When you combine them, you get more than 400 of our sounds, plus four keys, and you can do everything we can with your font.

You can say some words at will, and try to see if the poor monk can spell it out. ”

After everyone said some words, Yang Wenhua took out a goose feather, connected the corresponding pinyin together with a thin line, and added the tone to spell out the words.

"If it's an older child, as long as it takes three or two months to memorize these pinyin, I believe it should be easy to recognize words.

Coupled with the simplified Chinese characters of the poor monks, as well as punctuation articles, it should not be difficult to read and break sentences within three years. ”

After everyone nodded in agreement, Yang Wenhua introduced the number 1-10, and after explaining it, he launched the multiplication formula table and explained it.

At this time, Li Shimin's eyes were already shining when he looked at the white silk, it is indeed a good thing, with these characters, at least the grassroots officials don't have to worry at all.

It only takes a few years to hell with those families who monopolize talents.