The old eunuch Wang Wen looked back at Li Zheng and asked someone to get out of here quickly.

The so-called emperor's servants may be people like Wang Wen. They are absolutely loyal to the emperor, and they are also good at discovering people who are unfaithful to the emperor.

Even if one day the emperor asked them to commit suicide, they would wipe their necks with gratitude.

The thinking of such people is different from that of normal people, and all their actions will be done according to the emperor's wishes.

They must do what the emperor thinks of, and even if the emperor wants to do in the future, they will prepare in advance.

Wang Wen is such a servant, a servant who is loyal to Li Shimin.

Li Zheng didn't like to have too much contact with such people. In their eyes, the emperor's ministers were all the targets they monitored.

The workshop that refined fine salt was demolished, and Li Zheng asked the big tiger and the big cow to drive the sows and hens to the village.

Li Zheng took out a cloth bag from a few stones, which was very heavy.

It was filled with fine salt that I had refined while Wang Wen was away while he was away.

Put a heavy bag of fine salt on a cart, and carry the brine filtered out of the salt water and push it back to the village.

The land was quickly removed, as if nothing had happened.

I was in a hurry when I came and walked cleanly when I went.

When the old village chief saw so many pigs rushing into the village, he asked Li Zheng in confusion: "Where are so many pigs?"

"It is given by Your Majesty now." Li Zheng replied.

The old village chief looked puzzled: "What did Your Majesty do for so many pigs in our village?"

"It's all for the children in the village to have a meal of meat."

"Your Majesty has done a good job." The old village chief looked at a group of middle-aged men in the village and said, "This generation can't count on the next generation, so they can only count on the next generation."

The aunts in the village were smiling happily. The sows can lay piglets and the hens can lay eggs.

From now on, the children in the village will not have any eggs or meat to eat.

The remaining brine from the fine salt can be used to order to order tofu.

Brine-stained tofu is another craft left by our ancestors.

There was tofu in the Tang Dynasty, but people in the Tang Dynasty did not like to eat tofu very much, and the taste was bland and they couldn't eat enough.

Food that cannot be filled with hunger is often not very popular among people.

Grinding beans into tofu is no different from wasting food.

At the moment when filling your stomach is the number one problem, who will make tofu idle?

Back then, there was a man named Liu An in the Han Dynasty who liked to refine alchemy and looked forward to refining alchemy to become an immortal.

In history, refining alchemy into an immortal was a very risky job.

On the road to becoming an immortal, the mortality rate is as high as 99%.

Another 10% are advancing towards the death.

This guy Liu An made tofu, but the outcome was not very good.

The tofu at that time was a bit like tofu.

Li Zheng started grinding beans and prepared to make some tofu. Now he can still make stinky tofu with chili.

Making tofu is a bit time-consuming and laborious. Li Zheng, who usually relies on fishing to spend time, found another way to spend time.

For three days, Li Zheng has been immersed in the project of grinding tofu.

Cheng Chumo is very strong and cannot find the moment when the donkey and horse are going to pull the millstone, Cheng Chumo is the only choice.

After taking a bite of chili, Cheng Chumo pushed the millstone like chicken blood with a loud shout.

Very exciting.

Li Zheng sat aside, watching the quick-acting method of stinky tofu taken out of the system library.

If you look carefully, the production process of stinky tofu is quite complicated.

Seeing that Cheng Chumo pushed the millstone stopping, Li Zheng said lazily: "Chumo, please take enough chili peppers and take them yourself in the yard."

The millstone was still motionless, and Li Zheng looked up and saw Cheng Chumo saluting respectfully.

When I saw again, it turned out that it was Li Chengqian who came.

Li Zheng hurriedly saluted, "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince."

There was an old man who came along, and Li Chengqian introduced: "This is an orphan teacher."

Li Gang stepped forward and introduced himself: "I have long heard of the Daming of Hou of Jingyang County."

If you are famous, you are not as famous as the prince killer Li Gang, Li Zheng still said respectfully: "I have met the old man."

Li Gang said, "A twelve-year-old child has the best poetic talent in the Central Plains, and it is indeed rare to see it in a century."

"Where is where, Mr. Li is our role model." Li Zheng said.

"Hahaha." Li Gang smiled and obviously enjoyed the four words "our role models". Who doesn't want to become a benchmark for young people by themselves?

Li Chengqian asked curiously: "Li Zheng, are you grinding beans?"

“I’m making tofu.”

"Tofu?" Li Chengqian thought for a while and said, "I have heard of this thing, but I have never eaten it."

"I'll be able to eat it when I grind it out."

The two of them were invited to sit down at home, and Li Zheng poured them wolfberry and soaked them in white. He couldn't finish the thousands of pounds of wolfberry he asked for from Li Shimin. Then he could give some to Sun Simiao, which he could use as medicine.

Li Gang looked at Li Zheng and said, "I can't understand why children like you only want to stay in Jingyang?"

"Jingyang is so good." Li Zheng said while drinking boiled water: "Jingyang is a brilliant person, and good mountains and rivers are a good place to nourish people."

"Support people?" Li Gang didn't quite understand Li Zheng's statement.

Look at this old man's hair and hair are all white, and he is not even 60 years old, but he is also very thin.

Seeing that the conversation was a little awkward, Li Chengqian hurriedly smoothed out the situation, "Li Zheng is still young now, and it is not easy for his father to be awarded another official title."

Li Gang nodded slightly, "It's indeed young. If you can contribute to Jiangshan in the future, it must be excellent. When I first came, I saw you reading a book, and I don't know what book I was reading?"

Li Zheng said: "The quick method of stinky tofu."

"Stinky...tofu?"

Li Gang wondered, "Why are there such strange books in this world?"

Why is it gone? Making stinky tofu is also a science.

Learning one more skill that can make money is a future financial opportunity.

Li Gang sighed and had heard that Li Zheng, a child, had a long time ago, had a talent for poetry and strategy, and could retake the Hexi Corridor without bloodshed.

It’s just that this child is not interested in government affairs and is only obsessed with making money.

"Why do you like money-smelling things like silver and money so much?"

Li Zheng Wangtian sighed: "Because I want to live."

Li Gang said again: "How can a man be born in heaven and earth waste his life for these stinky things?"

"Old sir, this is a bad word. Although money is not omnipotent, it is absolutely impossible to have no money."

Money is not omnipotent, and it is absolutely impossible to have no money. Li Chengqian recalled this sentence and suddenly felt that it made sense and could not refute it.

Li Zheng shook the palm-leaf fan in his hand and said, "I want to use goose feathers to make a fan recently. I dare to ask His Royal Highness where can I buy a big goose."

Li Chengqian came back to his senses and said, "There are quite a lot of people in Liaodong."
Chapter completed!