[Because of some problems with the release system, the QQ reading user's "Chapter 830" and "Chapter 831" have been repeated, so this chapter is specially posted]

After a while, the old man came to the court, everyone cheered up and walked into the hall.

"Report early if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do..." The eunuch's sharp voice echoed in the hall.

Before someone came out to report the matter, Lao Li suddenly sniffed: "What does this taste like? Why is it so smelly?"

Swish, everyone's eyes in the hall focused on Li Chengqian, almost pointing at his nose.

"Prince, what's going on? How many days have you not taken a shower? Why does it look like..." Considering your identity and status, Lao Li stopped talking in time, but it seemed that the old man also wanted to say that he had a smell of slapping but not wiping his butt.

Li Chengqian's face was full of embarrassment: "Father, I'm not making a piece of cold-proof clothes like a dress? Because I'm in a hurry to let you see with you..." It's all his fault. If someone had washed these duck hairs and made them into clothes, there wouldn't be such an embarrassing situation now.

"Okay, you can save money. Let my army wear this thing to fight? Hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, I'm afraid they were stinking to death before they even arrived at the battlefield?" Li Er waved his hand and interrupted Li Chengqian, pinching his nose and said.

In theory, Old Li is also a person who has been rolling in the crowd of dead people. He should not be so bad because of a little taste. But people will always change. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Years of emperor life can always change some of a person's habits, so how can Li Er be exception?

Another point is that Li Chengqian is the son of Lao Li. This father and son are like natural enemies. They fight endlessly every day. Li Er's disgust is more of a joke with his son, not really disgusted.

After so many years, the court officials also knew the habits of Li Er and his son. They were used to their "fighting" method, so naturally they would not think that he really hated Li Chengqian just because Lao Li pinched his nose. Therefore, Comrade Li didn't care much about the old man's behavior.

But if you don’t care, you must make it clear what you should say. You can’t live your life with the reputation of the “stinky prince” in the future.

So Li Chengqian, looking at the old man with disgust, said anxiously and bluntly: "Father, this is not what you think. I was just coming this time and didn't wash the duck feathers filled in this clothes. If I really want to make clothes in the future, just wash all the duck feathers inside, then there will be no smell."

"Duck feather?" Li Er put down his hand that pinched his nose and frowned and asked, "You said that what your child is doing in his mind every day, how could that duck offend you? You have to toss it like this and put all its fur into your clothes..."

"No, Father, you are wrong." Seeing the old man talking less and less, Li Chengqian explained helplessly: "I just look at the chickens and ducks and other poultry in winter, so I started to think about why. Finally, I found that it was because of the feathers, so I took off the feathers on the duck and made a piece of clothing, and saw whether it was warm or not."

"Fortunately, you didn't think about putting all the hair onto people, otherwise..." Li Er said, with a strange expression on his face. When he was in court, he stood on the top and spoke to the group of chickens and ducks below. Li Ertou was all bigger.

"Father, the point of the problem is not here." Li Chengqian couldn't stand it anymore. He took off his down jacket and handed it to a little eunuch beside him, and then said: "My son has personally proved that the feathers of these chickens and ducks can indeed maintain warmth. So, don't you think that if we don't have enough white folds, we can replace cotton coats?"

"And to make down jackets, poultry is needed. We can raise some poultry in large quantities on the grasslands in northern Mo. At that time, we can purchase these feathers, which can also be regarded as a way to develop north of the Yellow River."

"Increase the scale of animal husbandry and breeding on the north bank of the Yellow River, so that the herdsmen on the grassland can find a way to live. This will stabilize the people's hearts and prevent the Turks from thinking that we don't care about them; the second can change the living habits of those herdsmen. As a result, they will gradually become the same farming nation as us."

"We can send an expert team to guide them how to raise these chickens and ducks, and we can also guide them how to farm. The large number of bastions, well-connected cement roads, and stable people's hearts, it is only a matter of time to completely naturalize the Mobei region."

Li Chengqian talked a lot for a long time, and finally told all his thoughts at once, causing the court to be quiet again. Except for the group of old killers on the right side of the hall who were still dozing off, everyone was thinking about the feasibility of his idea.

"What is an expert group?" Li Er pondered for a while and asked in a deep voice.

At this time, he had already talked about serious matters. Old Li no longer had the intention of joking, and his expression became serious.

"It is people with skills, such as some veterinarians, who can teach herders how to develop animal husbandry and how to reduce the chance of cattle and horses getting sick. For example, some experts who are proficient in planting can teach herders how to develop agriculture. Of course, teachers are indispensable. They can teach those herders to understand etiquette and be shameless!" Li Chengqian counted one by one with his fingers.

The Northern Expedition launched by Lao Li in the autumn of the second year of Zhenguan, wiped out the Turks, but he had not managed the Turks well and the Turks who migrated to the south bank of the Yellow River. Under such circumstances, the Turks who surrendered had always had many complaints, and felt that the court was sorry for them and wanted them to die for themselves.

Although Li Er did have the idea of ​​letting them die on their own, if there was a way to make them really surrender, Lao Li didn't want to kill everyone. After all, the Tang Dynasty is so scarce that it is now. If all the hundreds of thousands of Turks could be trained well, the Tang Dynasty would be like increasing the population in disguise. Even if they don't have to farm, these guys are always good at fighting.

However, the current actual situation does not allow Li Er to do so. The main reason is that the Turkic people are unstable.

Just imagine, who would help a country that enslaved their family to fight when their wives and children were about to starve to death? If these Turkic weapons were sent, I am afraid that these guys would rise up and rebel and flee back to the grassland until the next day.

Just as Li Er was thinking about everything Li Chengqian said, the court was already in chaos, and the old guys who "literately can determine the country" debated with their own opinions.

Of course, what they discussed was not whether Li Chengqian's method was feasible. After all, whether it is animal husbandry or breeding, even agriculture requires the production of grain. In this way, there will be output, and with output, there will be benefits. What the old guys are arguing about is profit. How much should each store share such a big piece of cake?
Chapter completed!