Great Tang: From the Start, I Turned the Locust Plague into a Manchu-Han Banquet

In the second year of the Zhenguan era, Tang Jian kicked me out, and I was so hungry my back was pressed against my chest.

I looked up at the locusts swarming across the sky and grinned. “How is this a disaster? It’s a feast of walking roast meat!”

Deep-fried, braised, ground into medicinal powder... By the time I’d made a fortune selling locusts, Li Shimin was waiting at my door, red-eyed.

“Tang Shanshi! How dare you charge me a toll for the road up the mountain?!”