After the meal, the teacher and Lishan Ling had to drink tea, and Xiao Wu struggled to carry a kettle and put the kettle full of water on the stove, and then he took care of the problem by himself.

If Li Tai knew that it was powerful, he should not be in a hurry, but waited for the Turks to find him by himself.

This year's milk powder production is very small, most of the cattle and sheep war horses are very thin, the little khan on the grassland encountered a not very good year at the beginning of his reign, if it wasn't for the fact that Ashinadur has been sent to the Western Regions, the little khan will be more anxious.

When the husband set his eyes back on the Turks, Li Yue knew that the family was going to get rich again.

After taking a sip of tea, Li Yue sat under the eaves, took off his straw sandals and rested his feet on the bear's back, calming his mind and reading.

The hostess's feet were on her back, and the bear did not dare to resist, so he simply slept on his stomach.

In the palace, Li Shimin was walking on a wasteland outside the Xuanwu Gate, where the Taiye Pool was originally to be built, because Wei Zheng and Zhang Yang's advice provoked many officials in the court and China to come to admonish.

The plan to build the Taiye Pond had to be shelved.

While walking casually, Li Shimin also listened to Li Junxian's report.

"Did the pestle move?" Li Shimin asked.

"I haven't moved yet."

Shaking his head again, Li Shimin had a smile on his face, "No one will believe this kind of thing, why does he think so?"

Li Junxian preached again, "Last year, the last general arranged for someone to go to Qinling to inquire, I have never heard of such a hermit in Qinling, and no one has ever seen Zhang Yang."

"Really?"

"Maybe it's in the mountains, and I've already found some experienced hunters to investigate."

It is impossible for a person to live in the world without traces, it is Zhang Yang himself who said that the teacher passed on to Qinling.

It is not easy to find a high-ranking hermit in Qinling, and it is also difficult for a person to completely erase the traces left by himself.

If there really is no such a master, where does Zhang Yang's skills come from?

Skills are often related to the environment in which a person is located and the people they come into contact with.

Why would Zhang Yang lie about such a thing?

Li Shimin bowed his head and said, "Continue to investigate, don't talk about this matter to anyone, and hide it when investigating."

"Why?"

After a hot day, there are many people who enjoy the night breeze on Suzaku Street at night.

Yuan Tiangang sat in Qintianjian all day, with a huge sand table in front of him, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the iron pestle under the iron ball, which seemed to have moved.

No matter how closely you look at it, it is not obvious, maybe he didn't care about it at first, Yuan Tiangang sat down again and closed his eyes with confidence.

Early in the morning, at midnight.

Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes again, looked at the sand table, and saw a clearly visible scratch on the sand table, the trace was very short and only half an inch, this half inch left a clear trajectory on the sand table, and the iron pestle moved its position.

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When it was completely bright, Li Shimin woke up early and played Tai Chi in front of the Lizheng Palace.

Tai Chi boxing seems to be very slow, but in fact, every move and style has a deep meaning, between a push and a drag, Li Shimin took a step forward and then posed.

Every time he practices Tai Chi, Li Shimin can feel that his mind is also much clearer.

The guards hurriedly came to report, "Your Majesty, there is movement in the Qin Heavenly Prison."

Li Shimin stopped his movements when he heard this, "Speak."

"Whoa!" The guard bowed and replied, "The iron pestle has moved, and the tricks on the three sand tables are almost the same."

"Is there really no one to go?"

"The last general stayed outside the Qintian prison all night, no one ever entered, and in order to prevent accidents, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and no one touched them."

Li Shimin said again: "Did Zhang Yang do something?"

The guard replied again: "The first sand table Zhang Yang has touched, but Zhang Yang has never seen the other two sand tables, so he shouldn't have a chance to do anything."

The corners of Li Shimin's mouth raised a smile, "It's really like what this kid said, could it be that the ground under his feet really moves?"

It was during the early dynasty that Zhang Yang and a group of officials walked into the Suzaku Gate, and before they could take a few steps, they were stopped by Yuan Tiangang.

Seeing that this Taoist priest's beard was messy, Zhang Yang blinked and asked, "Are you crazy early in the morning?"

Yuan Tiangang pointed in the direction of Qin Tianjian, "The iron pestle has moved, the three sand tables have moved, how can you teach the poor Dao not to go crazy?"

Zhang Yang looked at the sky, and all the officials who were going to go to the court walked by, "Then you go crazy, the lower officials are going to catch up with the morning court, they are very busy."

Just as he was about to leave, he was grabbed by Yuan Tiangang's arm, Zhang Yang stopped and looked at him, "Daoist Yuan, don't delay the time of the Xiaguan Dynasty, if you are late, how about you compensate me?" I've been fined for five years, and I still haven't paid for it."

Yuan Tiangang said, "Why does it move, how does it move?"

Zhang Yang clasped his hands and said, "Maybe it was just an accident, but the first day doesn't prove anything, maybe it won't move in the next few days."

"Really?"

Yuan Tiangang asked with self-doubt.

Zhang Yang persuaded: "You should be calmer, observe for two more days, or arrange a few more places, such as some other places in the Central Plains, Lingnan or Youzhou, maybe you will have unexpected gains."

"Yes, yes." Yuan Tiangang muttered in a low voice and walked away step by step.

Zhang Yang continued to walk briskly towards the Taiji Hall.

"If it goes on like this, Daoist Yuan will go crazy."

Xu Jingzong's words came from behind him, Zhang Yang's footsteps paused slightly, and continued to walk forward after a little thought.

Xu Jingzong said again, "This kind of thing sounds really unbelievable, and it also makes people feel creepy."

"It's not surprising that we've accepted it."

Walking into the Taiji Hall and standing in his position, the discussion of the Taiji Hall stopped, and the early dynasty officially began.

He has been fined five years, which is the price of getting another 2,000 acres of land in Lishan.

With the idea that I don't want to be fined again, every morning is considered to be a check-in, so I think I am standing to make up for sleep.

The days passed, Yuan Tiangang was still observing the sand table, this old Taoist priest's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to draw a circle on the sand table when he looked at the iron pestle in front of him.

In order to prove whether it was a problem with the topography of Qin Tianjian, Yuan Tiangang also did similar experiments in other places in Chang'an City, and the results were the same, and the iron pestle was moving.

The eye does not see changes for a short period of time, but the longer the time passes, the more noticeable they become.

Li Chunfeng walked into the Qintian prison and said, "Maybe Zhang Yang is right."

Yuan Tiangang asked loudly, "Where to start?"

Li Chunfeng said: "I have personally gone to see it, and the soldiers and horses who came from a distance in the plains held the flags, stood in place and watched, and indeed saw the flags first, and then saw the soldiers and horses, and asked people who have experience in going to sea, and the answer was the same."

Yuan Tiangang laughed out loud maniacally, "We live on a ball?"

Li Chunfeng said again, "There are many masters in this world who have their own views on the world, and the same is true for the hundreds of schools of thought, why should Daoist Yuan be obsessed with this matter."

Yuan Tiangang sat down tiredly, "What you have learned in your life is not as good as that of a young man in his early twenties, and they ask themselves, what has Poor Dao learned in his life?"

In the summer evening, there was another thunderstorm, and lightning and thunder roared over Chang'an City.

Yuan Tiangang asked the people in the Daomen to build sand tables everywhere in order to prove that people live on a ball that can turn.

The movements made by the Taoist priests are naturally known to the people of Buddhism.

The downpour fell in the city of Chang'an, and another thunderbolt flashed in the cloudy sky.

At Shengguang Temple, a few monks had just dispersed, and Bo Po listened to the words of the person behind him, "The eldest grandson thinks that we are living on a ball that can spin?"

The eldest grandson shook his head, "I don't believe it."

Popo recited the Buddha name, "If this is the case, if we are really on a ball that can turn, how can we stand on this ball."

Another rumbling thunder.

The rain hits the roof, and in front of you is a curtain of water formed by the rainwater flowing down from the eaves.

Changsun Chong looked at the gloomy sky, "But the iron pestle is really moving, just like Zhang Yang said, it is moving all the time, and the daily changes are almost the same, according to a trajectory, it can always move slowly in the sand table without human pulling, to say that it will never stop, isn't this a miracle?"

Popo bowed and said, "The eldest grandson thinks it is a miracle, so he came to the temple to seek answers?"

"What do you think?"

"There are many wise people in this world, and the poor monks have heard some wise men tell the story of heaven and earth, and the poor monks also felt that Zhang Yang was a wise person in the past."

Eldest Sun Chong nodded, "This person has become the secretary of the Ministry of Rites at a young age, and many young talents in Chang'an City have made so many contributions."

"There is jealousy in the words of the eldest grandson."

"Even if I were jealous, I could not have performed such a miracle that the iron pestle would never stop moving on the sand."

Popo whispered, "The eldest grandson is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"It's not the iron pestle that's moving, it's the sand table, and what is really shaking is the heart of the eldest grandson."

"Father often said that Taoguang is obscure, and when facing Zhang Yang, he suffered several times, Zhang Yang has a sharp edge, he has experienced His Majesty's experience in the past two years, he has read a lot of books, and it is rumored in the East Palace that he and the princess have read thousands of books in the Chongwen Pavilion."

Bo Po recited the Buddha name again, and stepped forward step by step to the side of Changsun Chong, the old footsteps stopped, and his cloudy eyes watched the rain fall from the sky, "A studious person always has wisdom that ordinary people can't reach."

"It is said that you are a very wise monk, and I have come to ask you to solve your doubts."

Bo Po adjusted his monk's robe, "The fate in this world will never be clear, I thought that the poor monk would never have anything to do with Zhang Yang in this life, some people are wise and close to demons, and some people have wisdom but do not live for the common people, only for their own benefit."

The eldest grandson Wuji whispered, "Isn't that a selfish villain?"

Bo Po recited the Buddha's name again, and then said no more.

Half a month later, there have been frequent thunderstorms in Guanzhong recently, and there is so much rain on the days of the summer harvest, which is not a good thing for the grain harvest.

When the whole pass is about to flood with rain, the grain must be harvested.

If you soak in the water for a long time, the grain planted in the ground will spoil.

After the summer harvest, in the calm Chang'an City, Zhang Yang sat in Qujiangchi and listened to Li Tai's narration, "The Turks are getting more and more anxious, are we really not doing anything? Are you really not buying those milk powders?"

"Buy, of course."

"Then ...... you?"

Zhang Yang drank tea, "The Turks can't take care of the grassland, it's better to sell it to us, let us take care of it, so that they can make better use of the grassland, the Turks can not only harvest a huge fortune, but also continue to make milk powder for us to make money, this is a good thing for them."

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Seeing this, Li Tai finally knew the true purpose of this brother-in-law, and when he thought about it again, he was worried, "How much silver will it cost to buy the Turkic pasture."

"It takes a lot of money, and we have to start saving money, so we can start buying from a small pasture."

"Will the Turks sell?"

"Before, I thought they might not agree, but now Ashinadur has taken the men of the original Tiele Department on the grassland to the Western Regions, and the little khan on the grassland is not a person who can call the shots."

"You said that we are supporting such an unassertive person, and he has no reliable person in his hands, and his uncle and main backbone Ashina Dur have all left the grassland, does His Royal Highness King Wei think there is a big opportunity?"

When the words fell, Li Tai's eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, it was indeed a good time.

The brother-in-law and brother-in-law were plotting, but they saw Cheng Chumo coming with a guy.

Zhang Yang beckoned, "Chu Mo, what kind of arrangement are you?"

Cheng Chumo threw the person to the ground and asked, "Speak! What are you preaching in Chang'an City?"

The man fell to the ground, saw the fist in Cheng Chumo's hand, and said tremblingly, "Zhang Yang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is a demon."

"Demons?" Li Tai also raised his eyebrows angrily when he heard this, "This king wants to see who dares to spread rumors like this."

Cheng Chu said in a loud voice, "Two days ago, there was a rumor, so I asked the people in my hand to inquire and found this kid."

Li Tai also raised his foot and kicked this person in the abdomen, and asked in a cold voice, "Who dares to say that this king's brother-in-law is a demon?"

The man trembled and crawled backwards, as if he had been beaten, his nose was mixed with tears, and his whole face was unsightly.

"It's none of the villain's business, it's the monk of Shengguang Temple who asked us to go out and spread the word, and the villain just collects money to do things." After explaining, he knelt on the ground and kept slapping himself, "The villain knows it's wrong."

There is a big gang in Chang'an City, and now few people know who the head of this gang is, and the whole gang is just dealing with bad guys and helping good guys.

But the bad guys who offend this gang often don't end well.

Ordinary people naturally dare not take offense.

"What kind of place is Katsukoji Temple?" Zhang Yang was puzzled.

"There was a monk in that temple named Popo." Li Tai replied.