On the carriage heading to Li Yizhuangzi, Fan Ai and Pei Yaoqing sat opposite each other.

The car belongs to Pei Yaoqing. Fan Aiguan is too young to own one.

Pei Yaoqing made tea, and what he brewed was the green tea given to him by Li Yi. Fan Ai drank it several times and even asked Pei Yaoqing for some.

Being used to drinking fermented tea, he found that drinking this kind of tea didn't feel uncomfortable at all and he quickly adapted to it.

"When spring comes, I will find someone to buy the freshly picked tea. Huanzhi, you can send it to me and make it like this." Fan Ai thought of a good idea.

Pei Yaoqing picked up the tea bowl: "It depends on whether Li Yi agrees or not. Maybe it's spring and Li Yi will also collect a lot of tea."

"All the good things are with him." Fan Ai muttered depressedly.

Pei Yaoqing smiled and said nothing. He knew the pain in his heart as a county magistrate.

Fan Ai always wanted to do many things well, but often couldn't find a good way. As a result, the decree ended before it even started.

Ever since he learned about Li Yi's situation, he felt even sadder.

How come a young proprietor with only a thousand acres of land can always send things that benefit the people to the court? How can one compare with others...

"Huanzhi, what do you think the scene is like on the Bashui River in Li Yizhuangzi? I think it's not as lively as fetching ice in the city. Maybe there are children working with me, how miserable!"

Fan Ai suddenly talked about the scene of working at Li Yizhuangzi, whom he had not been to yet. He imagined it.

A group of people were chipping away at the ice there. There was a shortage of manpower, so the children had to help pull the rope.

Then Li Yi, as the proprietor, kept urging and even beat and scolded those who worked slowly.

After hearing this, Pei Yaoqing looked at his colleagues with surprised eyes and thought to himself: How could you have such a dream?

Pei Yaoqing knew that children would never get started and made sure to study in the school.

If the speed is faster, I can catch up with the children to eat their meals.

I don’t know if it’s cannabis flowers, toast, or pancake fruits today.

There is no stove for heating in the school, so the windows may be opened for ventilation during class time because there is heating.

You, a person who still uses the stove invented by Li Yi to heat your home, are you going to complain about others who use heaters?

From Chang'an County Government Office to Li Yi's Zhuangzi, it is not far away for more than ten miles.

The two of them talked, the tea cup was refilled, and it arrived.

The car arrived at Bashui Bridge Zhuangzi, and the two people got out of the car.

Then……

Fan Ai's breathing quickened and his face turned red. He glanced at Pei Yaoqing furtively and felt relieved when he saw that the other party didn't look at him.

Wooden supports were erected on the shore, and ropes were tied to each support.

A mill-like wooden frame with a sail rotates, and a hand hoist is attached to the other end.

Amidst the clattering sound, there is no need for anyone to pull the hand hoist, the sail-type windmill completes a set of work.

Oxen and horses came together to drag flatbed trucks to deliver the blocks of ice to Zhangjiacun and Zhuangzi.

There seems to be something underneath the feet of the people working on the ice, which makes walking on the ice feel unsteady.

There are also a dozen wooden shelves set up on the ice, and someone is stepping on them.

Waiting for the shelf to be moved, fish jumped out from where it was just now.

The shelf was moved to the next position and stepped on. After a while, another ice hole appeared.

There was also a small shelf with a drill in the middle. The person with the hammer was hammering the drill under the sound of slogans, but no one was holding the drill.

Pei Yaoqing had no intention of laughing at his colleagues, he was already confused.

It's the same for chiseling and taking ice. Why are there such big differences between Zhuangzi Bashui and Zhuangzi in other places in the city?

Five times the manpower elsewhere cannot keep up with the speed here. Zhuangzi's place is simply too fast.

Is it because Zhuangzi has money? No, is it because the Yamen has no money?

He saw the steward Song De holding a loudspeaker and shouting.

"Pay attention to safety, don't be anxious, and don't lean forward when fishing. Who will save you if you fall? The river is still flowing under the ice. You will be finished if you get under the ice.

Where is the rope on your body? Tie it for me, or come up now and take your family out of here.

Over there, you want to take off your clothes? If you feel hot, hold on for me. Once you take them off, come over and pay your wages and leave.

After you finish your work, soak in the big hot water pool and change the clothes inside for you. Don’t bother me, my boss, to treat you if you get typhoid fever.”

Pei Yaoqing looked at where the voice said he was, and sure enough, someone was trying to take off his outer clothes while wielding a sledgehammer.

When he heard the shouting, he grinned and waved towards Song De's position.

In another place, a group of people stood at the junction of ice and water, tying ropes and casting a spinning net. They threw the net out and pulled it back, and the fish jumped on the ice and stopped moving.

The person who cast the net also had a rope tied around him. After the fish was thrown on the ice and became motionless, someone behind him used a rake to collect it.

There is no problem with fishing, it is normal. However, we do not catch those who cut ice elsewhere because it is chaotic and can easily lead to accidents.

On the other hand, Zhuangzi was methodical and clearly arranged, taking both ice and fish.

The fish was transported to the shore, and people from Zhangjia Village scraped the scales and removed the internal organs on the spot.

Another part of the fish was placed in a wooden tank, and those that survived were fished out and put into other tanks for transportation, while those that did not survive continued to be processed.

A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of bone soup entered my nose.

Pei Yaoqing touched his stomach and felt hungry.

Fan Ai ran to a shed with shock in his mind to look at the pot.

The meat bones are boiling in the pot, and the minced meat is rolling with the boiling water, along with the sauerkraut.

Dried green onions and dried coriander were placed next to them, and a woman was washing a used bowl. The water in the dishwashing water was steaming and obviously hot.

He couldn't help but ask: "Why are there so many bowls?"

"There's not enough bowl." The woman didn't even raise her head.

"Wouldn't three or five bowls be enough?" Fan Ai was still puzzled.

"When you eat at home, everyone uses the same rice bowl?" the woman asked.

"Of course not." Fan Ai understood.

It's just that he can't understand it. Drinking meat and bone soup to the workers is like entertaining guests?

After drinking a bowl, the bowl needs to be washed?

You wash...you wash the dishes, what do you use?

Thinking of washing the dishes, Fan Ai took another look and saw that the woman seemed to be washing with the soap used by the women in Pingkangfang.

"Soap?" Van Aita exclaimed.

"There is no need to add fragrance to soap when washing dishes. After washing, there will be no smell left."

As the woman spoke, she took out a bowl from a wooden basin and put it in another basin nearby to wash.

"You...you...how do you have so many good utensils to use?" Fan Ai didn't want to talk about dishwashing soap, so he changed the topic.

"Originally, it wasn't true. My village in Zhangjia hired people to hide the ice, just like cutting ice in other places.

The proprietor came over the day before yesterday and saw someone falling on the ice, so he asked Zhuangzi's people to make iron shoes tied with ropes.

Later, I wanted to make ice sculptures on Zhuangzi, and I from Zhangjiacun followed suit.

The proprietor brought out a lot of things, and we also said that if we ask the proprietor in advance in the future, it will make a difference immediately after the proprietor comes in."

The woman did not hide anything and told the situation.

Fan Ai thought for a while and said: "If Li Yi doesn't participate, everything will remain the same. If Li Yi participates, the situation will change immediately?"

"Yes, that's exactly what it is. Hey! Officials, if you want to eat, go to the Zhuangzi Canteen. I'm afraid the soup here will stain your mouth."

As the woman spoke, she turned her head and saw that Fan Ai was wearing official uniform. She was not afraid. What she said made Fan Ai feel stinging.

Pei Yaoqing came over and heard this and asked: "Can Li Yi drink?"

"Oh, it's the Ming Dynasty. The proprietor knows how to drink it. The bone soup made in our village is clean. The proprietor will drink a bowl of it to warm himself up when he comes for a walk."

The woman smiled. She knew Pei Yaoqing and knew that he was Chang'an Ling.

Fan Ai: "..."
Chapter completed!