The expressions of the two of them, the officials were no longer surprised, and some of the people from the small tribes who came to Chang'an City reacted even more exaggerated than them.

Holding the corn wrapped in animal skins, the two walked out of the grocery store without recovering from their shock.

Seeing the two of them coming out, Song walked over and said, "Can you exchange it for rice?" ”

Seeing that the person who came was Song, he looked at the heavy rice in his arms and muttered, "It's changed." ”

"I wonder if you have a place to stay in this city."

"The two of us just arrived in Chang'an City today, and we don't have a place to live yet."

Hearing this, Song said with a smile: "There is a place in the city called an inn, if you two don't have a place to live, you can live there for the time being." ”

"Inn? Thank you for your advice, I can meet the noble person here must be protected by the gods, I don't know what the noble person is called, I will definitely repay the noble man in the future. ”

He said gratefully.

Song said: "My name is Song, you don't have to be grateful, it's already afternoon, you better settle down first, at night, you are not allowed to move around at will in the city, I didn't find a place to live, I can only sleep outside the city." ”

Yu looked at the sun, which was already in the west, and nodded in agreement with Song's suggestion.

The inn is located on Suzaku North Street, adjacent to the North City Gate, and is more of a collection of tents than an inn.

Living here for less than ten days requires a copper coin, which is already very expensive at the price of Daqi.

However, in order not to live outside the city, Yu had to endure the pain, used rice as collateral, and rented a tent with each of them, and settled down in Chang'an City.

The inn was very deserted, with more than 20 tents, and there were only five or six people living in them, including the two of them.

During the conversation between Song and Xian, I learned about his origin, and I was much more confident in introducing him in my heart.

Such a fierce person, as long as the referral is successful, it is a credit.

It's just that Song didn't rush to talk about it to him, and several people chatted for a while, and suddenly a feeling of hating each other arose.

And Yu also learned some information about Daqi from Song's mouth, just a few words, let Yu feel the strength of this tribe, and even the legendary Queen Xia was defeated in the hands of the Daqi army.

Listening to the black skin blowing the war into the sky, and even mentioning the matter of awarding military merits, his envious eyes were about to erupt.

"It's not too early, the military law is strict, we must return to the army before dark, Brother Yu, you and your young brother, if you want to live in Chang'an City, you can't stay in the inn all the time, you say that you are a hunter, you might as well go to the forest to hunt beasts in exchange for copper coins these days, and build your own house in the city or in the surrounding villages is serious."

Listening to Song's suggestion, I was grateful, but it looked like I wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Song said, "Brother Yu has something to say?" ”

"Can I join the army of Daqi, Yang Village is far away from Chang'an City, if I become a soldier and make a contribution, I hope to make my people live a better life."

I looked at the pine expectantly.

It's just that Song sighed, "I'm just a little captain, this conscription is not something I can decide, so let's wait for me to go back and talk to Shangguan about your affairs, if it can be done, I will tell you." ”

Yu Wenyan thanked Song with the most honorable etiquette of his tribe.

Yang Hao has been very busy these days, and since he researched the whiteboard and charcoal, the things that used to be troublesome have now become much simpler.

In addition to writing the neatly written thousand-character text on the whiteboard and letting the craftsman take it to chisel and engrave, with this more convenient writing tool, Yang Hao is ready to do a big thing.

From a lover of grid objects, he suddenly became a lover of literature.

The whiteboard, which is four or five meters long and more than one meter wide, is enough for him to write a beautiful story that will be passed down through the ages.

That's right, Yang Hao is writing a story, and the protagonist of this story is named Ji Qi.

How to pour dirty water on Xia Qi, Yang Hao thought about many methods, but with the means of disseminating information in this era, many methods have no practical value.

In the end, he thought of the drama, and used the artistic situation of drama to vividly show the dirty things of Xia Qi in his story.

Yang Hao's writing is very ordinary, and it took a lot of effort to describe Xia Qi as a heinous bastard and a stinky shit that everyone hates.

Looking at the dense text on the whiteboard, Yang Hao was very satisfied.

He used to think he was Einstein, but when he finished writing the story, he felt like he could compare to Shakespeare.

After reading it several times and modifying a few imperfections, Yang Hao carved the story of thousands of words on the bamboo slips with a knife.

Using the art form of drama, in addition to making Xia Qihei's body incomplete, it can also enrich the amateur life of the people of Daqi.

As long as it is used well, this is a brainwashing artifact, and it is much more effective to use a performance full of voice and emotion to promote Daqi's various ideas than his Yang Hao's endless talk.

Ordinary people may not understand any big truths, but as long as they are people with normal IQ and have a contagious story, even if they can't express their feelings in complex words, they can understand the meaning in their own way.

Of course, it is impossible for Yang Hao to set up a performance troupe to go to the Zhuxia tribe, but he is still willing to do it if he goes to his allies Dongyi tribes to publicize it.

He was looking forward to how wonderful Xia Qi's expression would be when he learned that he was described as something inferior to a pig and a dog.

Yang Hao sat comfortably on the bamboo chair, admiring his masterpiece, shaking his head like an old pedant in ancient times, and two sour poems popped out of his mouth from time to time.

It's just that the appearance of the guards interrupted him from his leisurely state.

"Leader Qiqi, Ren Zhong asks to see."

"Oh, he's coming, could it be that someone pulled the bow?"

Yang Hao muttered to himself.

"Call him in!"

After Ren Zhong came in, he worshiped Yang Hao as a disciple, although he was not a strange person in nature, Yang Hao specially allowed him to enter the Great Qi Academy to listen to the lectures.

Those mysterious and mysterious words, and mathematics, made him amazed by Yang Hao's knowledge, and in front of Yang Hao, he did not dare to face Yang Hao as an equal.

Since he was not an official official of Daqi, he could not call himself a subordinate like everyone else, but called Yang Hao Mr. like the children of Chang'an City called those teaching officials.

"Master, the hundred-pound strong bow was pulled away today."

"Who? Soldier or civilian? ”

Ren Zhong shook his head, "No, the person who pulled this bow is a small tribe." ”

"Oh, little tribesmen, interesting!"

Yang Hao couldn't help but feel a little interested when he heard this.