When Li Shimin turned his head, he saw Cheng Saburo's wretched appearance, and twisted his neck uncomfortably.

"Just talk when you talk, why do you do it so sneakily?"

"Zhangren, these words can only come out of the mouth of the youngest son-in-law and into the ears of the husband, so as to prevent this policy from leaking out in advance..."

Looking at this virtuous son-in-law with all his eyes and body, stop, stop, Li Shimin snorted and listened.

"The younger son-in-law's strategy is very simple. It is to establish a special zone. It is to ask the husband to find a confidant, and choose a place or even a state or county to try it out."

"Special zone?" Li Shimin couldn't help but his eyes lit up, his eyes fell on his love-in-law, this kid's brain is alive.

"Come on, come on, talk to the old man well..." Li Shimin dragged Cheng Sanlang back to the desk with a big hand.

Weng and his son-in-law sat facing the case, and Li Shimin even took the initiative to pour tea for his beloved son-in-law, who had just been fined half a year's salary by him.

His movements and demeanor were very kind and warm, as if the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who had just been fined half a year's salary was another, not him.

Li Shimin still didn't forget to make a look with Zhao Kun. Although Zhao Kun was not his bedside person, the two rulers and ministers had cooperated for many years.

Zhao Kun gave Li Shimin a salute and quickly walked away, standing outside the hall, giving a few words in a low voice.

Soon, the atmosphere outside the hall became chilling, and those inside guards began to patrol around the Wencheng Hall with their arms around their waists.

Cheng Chubi didn't bother to talk to this capricious and milky elder... cough, cough, and care about the elder who turned his face like flipping a book. He took a sip of his tea and began to analyze it in a low voice.

"The so-called special zone is, of course, a small area within the territory of our Tang Empire. It adopts a system that is different from the current one..."

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The emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but only nodded slightly from time to time to encourage Cheng Sanlang to continue.

Looking at Cheng Saburo, who was talking confidently in front of him, he listened to him explaining the structure and characteristics of the special zone in a coherent manner.

It really made Li Shimin feel that this kid seemed to have a halo on his body, and he seemed to be pushing a door open for him.

Behind the door, there is a completely different world, and then standing at the door, he gave himself a kind and amiable smile.

With approving eyes and an encouraging tone, she told herself how to walk in calmly.

"..." If it wasn't for Cheng Sablang's words scratching his head, Li Shimin really wanted to kick him.

"Today I heard the words of my virtuous son-in-law, and the old man was very touched and benefited a lot."

"Well, the old man has an idea now. Come on, you and the old man have a detailed discussion."

"It's just right, you, my son-in-law, have made great contributions to the great Tang Dynasty on that plateau and opened up new territories."

"Nowadays, there is a state on the plateau. Otherwise, how about I use that state as the special zone of my Tang Dynasty?"

Seeing the manner in which the father-in-law was bristling and talking nonsense in front of him, Cheng Chubi could not wait to pick up the tea on the table and splash the Tang emperor to wake him up.

Li Shimin smugly applauded for his clever move, and with a glance out of the corner of his eye, seeing Cheng Saburo's disgusting expression, he immediately became angry.

"Hey, what's your expression like? Could it be that what the old man said is inappropriate?"

"Father-in-law... It's not that my son-in-law intends to attack your enthusiasm, but that place has just entered the hands of my Tang Dynasty."

"It's far away from the center of the Tang Dynasty, and communication is inconvenient, and the people there are mostly people of various ethnic groups such as Tubo, Zhao, Qiang, etc., and there are few Han people." "???" Guan Shi Cheng Bao looked at it with confusion He glanced at Cheng Chubi, and then at the stone roller.

I always wonder if I have something wrong with my ears and hear something out of place.

Deng Chengxin looked at Third Young Master's almost expressionless face, and persuaded carefully.

"Master, if you don't, don't eat it, let's not waste it?"

"What's the waste?" Cheng Chubi glared at Deng Chengxin unwillingly.

Shaking the stick in his hand, the stick is hard enough to be used to knock sap robbery, and explained with patience.

"I'm going to make this stuff into meat floss."

"Meat floss?" Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin both looked at the jerky stick with dumbfounded expressions. The meat was so tight, how could it be loosened?

Cheng Chubi ignored the two guys, and greeted the servant who had already packed up the stone mill to lead the donkey forward, and he stuffed the jerky stick inside.

"Come on, I'll put this thing in the grinder and let the donkey walk slowly, little by little."

Then he heard a sound like a firewood breaking, and Cheng Chubi stood beside him and looked at it until he ran over it.

Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin saw the jerky that had been crushed to the point of cracking and flattened.

Cheng Chubi took the tool and moved the jerky to another position, letting the servant continue to lead the donkey to drive the grinder.

After seven or eight laps, Cheng Chubi had someone bring a dustpan filled with food, and swept the meat floss that had been crushed into crumbs into the dustpan.

He reached out and squeezed a small poke and put it in his mouth. Cheng Chubi narrowed his eyes and felt the taste carefully.

Hmm... It still tastes like bacon jerky, but after being crushed, you don't need to chew it, you can swallow it after sipping it and waiting for the saliva to moisten it.

Cheng Hu also took two bites, smashed his mouth, and couldn't help pointing at the pile of things that looked like broken wood chips.

"Third Young Master, could this be meat floss?"

Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, squeezed it again and put it in his mouth, sipping it while explaining.

"Well, but this process is not right, it should be in a semi-dry state, just crush and spread the meat.

In addition ~lightnovelpub.net~ This grinder in our family is too powerful, but this is okay, after all, it is going to be put in the military ration, and it will be broken. "

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Since we have to do it, we must make people look up to it, and make His Majesty the Tang Emperor feel aggrieved for today's tricking of the younger generation.

Let Li Ji cry and shout and take the initiative to offer him half a year's salary.

When I thought that I could copy several varieties of compressed dry food as bricks and beat those elders who didn't talk about martial arts.

Cheng Chubi was immediately full of energy, and then began to instruct Cheng Bao, instructing the dozen or so handymen in the old Cheng's kitchen to start busy.

The first step is to crush all the materials, or crush them into fine particles. And it can't be too fine, to avoid agglomeration and scaling during the production process.

When General Cheng finally led the eldest and the eldest back to the mansion, only one-third of the various ingredients that His Majesty had bestowed had been removed.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but be a little confused, after listening to Uncle Guan Dingfu's explanation.

Cheng Yaojin caressed the needle-like thick beard and blossomed happily.

"The third kid, he must be making a fuss and offending His Majesty.

But that's fine. This year, for the Chinese New Year in our residence, we can save ourselves the need to purchase. "

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