Luo Xiaomei was watching from the side, feeling both angry and amused.

Xiao Ping'an stepped forward to help his sister put on her hat, and comforted her by explaining, "Daddy must have been delayed by something, and now it's almost time for the prisoners to come back. I'll take you to see them, maybe Daddy will come back this time."

Xiao Yuehua shook her head. "I don't want to go. Those Tibetans always stink. If the wind blows over, they will stink to death. Don't they take a bath?"

Xiao Pingan thought for a moment and explained, "It's not that hot on the grassland, and they are short of firewood, so they seldom take a bath."

"Don't they know how to burn coal?"

Xiao Pingan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not eat meat?"

Xiao Yuehua imitated her brother and raised her eyebrows, saying with a smile: "Haha, brother is wrong. Daddy said that we should eat meat."

Last year, there was a high tide in the Qiantang River and continuous heavy rains, and people on both sides of the strait suffered. It was the food shipped from Yuzhou, two ships of rice, two ships of vermicelli, and one ship of meat, that made people fatter after the disaster.

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"Haha, I'll wash it thoroughly when daddy gets home."

Xiao Yuehua immediately stepped forward with her short legs and tried her best to flip over. Wang Zheng took a few steps forward and hugged his daughter who was flying towards him.

It was quite convenient to take a bath in Wang Zheng’s military camp. There was an iron pot at the fire outlet of each bamboo house, which basically provided the soldiers with boiled water every day.

Wang Zheng smiled and comforted him: "It's Daddy's fault. Daddy apologizes to you. Can you forgive Daddy?"

After being held in Wang Zheng's arms, Xiao Yuehua cried and struggled hard, twisting her small body into a knot.

At that time, some Confucian scholars lamented that there would be no more worries about natural disasters from now on, and the people affected by the disasters would become rich if they did not die.

Xiao Yuehua buried her head in Wang Zheng's shoulder and sniffed, then immediately raised her head and said with disgust: "Daddy has become smelly, just like those Tibetans."

Wang Zheng looked around and asked Wu Yi, "Have you adapted well to the Tibetans' arrival?"

"Disciple understands, and I will let them feel the grace of Master."

Wang Zheng held his daughter in his arms and walked towards his son, who looked excited but pretending to be reserved.

Wang Zheng nodded to Luo Xiaomei and said, "Let's go home."

"Daddy."

Luo Xiaomei tapped her daughter Xiao Yuehua's hat and said, "You are the only one who can do this. Go with your brother and have a look. Maybe your father has come back."

The sound of dog barking was heard and approached very quickly. The mother and her two children all showed a look of surprise. After a while, an ice boat stopped in front of the mother and her two children. A tall and thin man came down, took off his mask and sunglasses, revealing Wang Zheng's face.

This was originally Wang Zheng's personal opinion when he was educating his children, but it was spread all over the world by someone with ulterior motives. When the people heard it, they shouted "What a delight" three times. When Li Zhi heard it, he laughed three times. When the ministers heard it, they sighed three times.

The ones who are wrong are the ministers. The emperor lives in the deep palace, how much can he know about the affairs of the world? The ministers are the emperor's shepherds, so if the people are hungry, it is the ministers' fault.

Although Wang Wu and Chen Fengning left, the number of people remained the same because Wang Zheng asked someone to find Lun Qinling and Zanpo.

Wang Zheng nodded, then turned his gaze to Cheng Bokang.

"Hmph." Xiao Yuehua turned her head away.

After taking a good bath and having lunch with his family, Wang Zheng came to the general's tent.

Afterwards, Wang Zheng sent another 100,000 Ba people to help the disaster-stricken people rebuild their homes, repair the dikes, reclaim fertile land, and also sent a lot of fish fry, piglets, chickens, ducklings and other things.

"That's good. Be more patient with them and show enough goodwill. This way, we can integrate them into the Tang Dynasty faster and better. Although we have brought about a certain amount of killing, this is not our original intention and purpose."

If someone else said this, they would definitely be criticized by Confucian scholars, but when Wang Zheng said this, people were helpless.

Zanpo sighed and said, "My father will never surrender, so the steward should prepare for battle."

Finally, Wang Zheng looked at the brothers Lun Qinling and Zanpo, pondered for a while, and said: "I need someone to persuade Lu Dongzan to surrender. An ordinary Tibetan is not persuasive, and I don't want to send anyone in my army."

Wu Yi nodded and said, "According to Master's rules, I divided them into twelve groups according to age and gender. Except for the younger ones who cried a little in the first two days, everything was stable."

Normally, each soldier in Wang Zheng’s army would eat only half a pound of meat a day. If they were training or marching, the amount would increase to eight ounces. Even when the mission was heavy, it would not exceed one pound.

Xiao Ping'an nodded, puffed out his chest and said, "Everything is fine at home. I listen to my mother and take good care of my sister."

Xiao Pingan looked up and gave Wang Zheng a big smile, "Daddy."

This story is recorded in history books, but it does not prove how stupid the emperor was. Instead, it proves the incompetence of the officials at that time. "

A person cannot always eat the same kind of food. Even if it is various types of meat, it is better to eat them in parts. Not only can it change the taste, but the nutrition can also be more balanced.

Even with such a small amount, some guys are already showing signs of obesity.

Wang Zheng’s original words were: “Since the emperor has invited his ministers to do the work, as long as their salaries are not insufficient, then the emperor’s question of why they don’t eat meat porridge is not wrong.

Wang Zheng nodded, patted his son on the shoulder, and asked, "Is everything okay at home?"

After hearing what the Confucian scholar said, Wang Zheng sneered: Among the people of our Tang Dynasty, those who are lazy will not become rich.

Xiao Ping'an curled the corners of his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

"I don't want you to hug me. I don't want you anymore. You didn't keep your word. You took so long to come back."

"Don't worry, the transportation of supplies is going smoothly. The cattle, sheep, horses, and various furs brought back last time are already on their way back to Shuzhong. Supplies from Shuzhong are also coming in continuously."

Wang Zheng shook his head and said, "Whether Lu Dongzan surrenders or not is his business, but I have to give him a chance to choose."

Lun Qinling narrowed his eyes and said, "The chief steward wants to force my father away and leave the army to you alone, right?"

Wang Zheng nodded and said with a smile: “This is also a choice for Lu Dongzan, either fight to the death, or surrender, or leave alone with your guards and leave the army to me.

You brothers should discuss it and decide who should go back and inform your father. I will wait for the result here.

In fact, life on the plateau is not that easy, but the Buddha’s hometown is a good land.”