Zhou Xing wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by Gongsun Yan: "Steward Zhou thinks that the land rent for the shade has been reduced less?" ”

"Why don't you go rent-free this year?"

Zhou Xing's face was even more bitter, how could he feel less! He felt it was too much.

However, Gongsun Yan deliberately asked this question at this time, obviously on purpose, how could he dare to raise any objections, he knew that the little lady could indeed do such a thing as free land rent.

With a sad face, he retreated, just to buy a lesson from the wealth, he thought in his heart, he suffered a big loss this year, and the little lady will not dare to mess around next year!

Seeing him withdraw, Gongsun Yan also reminded: "Steward Zhou, remember to organize someone to find Uncle Zhao to learn the planting method of this crop!" ”

Uncle Zhao naturally refers to Zhao Xi, since the system housekeeper appears as Uncle Zhao Yun, Gongsun Yan claims to be a junior.

It seemed that when he heard Zhao Xi's name, the bitterness on Zhou Xing's face was slightly lighter.

If you ask who is the most respected in the Lone Bamboo Manor now? The newly appointed steward Zhao Xi deserves to be the first person.

Even Gongsun Yan, the owner of the manor, has to be ranked last.

As soon as the new steward took office, under the leadership of Zhou Xing, he became familiar with the steward of Zhuangzhong, and then quickly began to get busy.

During the day, the treasury was inventoried, and the list of households, the number and location of acres of land were copied, and so on.

Thanks to the blessing of his transcription, Gongsun Yan can already directly check the information of the dealer in the system, and there is no need to bother Zhou Xing to move the bamboo slips for verification.

After the busy day, after the evening, Zhao Xi will start various enlightenment courses.

The maids, servants, and vacant stewards of the main house, including the soldiers and soldiers who had moved to the newly built camp outside the main house, would gather in the atrium of the main house after evening with their homemade small horses.

Due to the large number of students, the quality of teaching has seriously declined, so the target of enlightenment has not been popularized among the shade for the time being.

Ah Qing Alan will also take Gongsun Cheng to listen to the lecture accompanied by Wang Wu.

The textbooks are the thousand-character essays and primary school mathematics that Gongsun Yan took out before.

Explain the pronunciation of four to five words every day, the origin of the story, and the next day talk about mathematics.

Zhao Xi is not a particularly good teacher, his classes are rigid and not vivid, and he cannot guide students' interest in learning in such a simple way.

But the thirst for knowledge of the people of this era does not need to be guided by him.

The most stupid and lazy people did not dare to let go of such a good opportunity, clumsily grabbing small sticks and gesturing on the sand.

One by one, the swordsmen who killed people on the battlefield sat on the pony, hunched over and clumsily wrote and read while borrowing the candles or oil lamps lit next to them.

Even Zhao Yunxia, Hou Lan and others will go to the sidelines to listen to the lectures, not that they are illiterate, but when talking about the meaning of words, Zhao Xi will tell some relevant allusions and allusion backgrounds.

For Zhang Ze, who doesn't like to study, it is regarded as a pastime for stories.

But for Zhao Yun, Xia, Houlan and others, these things have never been explained by anyone before, and they feel like they are suddenly opened.

Not to mention elementary school math and Arabic numerals, which none of them have been exposed to.

The two will also sit in a row with Gongsun Chengpai, seriously calculating the problem of one plus one.

Occasionally, even Tian Kai would come back from the Xishan camp to listen to the lectures.

Every day after class, this Zhao steward is not allowed to rest.

This arranged for him to live with Zhao Yun in a guest house next to the main courtyard, and Zhao Yun could take care of it.

Unexpectedly, Xia Houlan was cheeky to move in with her, and every day the two of them respectfully opened the 100,000 why mode and began to ask Zhao Xi all kinds of questions and knowledge.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Xi was still an old man in the eyes of everyone, he was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, and he would have to sleep on his feet and talk all night and other social routines of the Han Dynasty.

Fortunately, Zhao Xi is the system housekeeper, and he has enough knowledge to deal with all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge.

For this reason, in just a few days, Zhao Xi was in Guzhu Manor, and his prestige was respected by Zhao Yun and others.

At this time, hearing Gongsun Yan mention Zhao Xi, Zhou Xing's expression eased slightly, I hope that Mr. Zhao, who is so reliable, can also agree with the crop replacement, it is really no problem.

Thinking about it, Zhou Xing made a promise, and went to Zhao Xi to make an appointment to schedule a time.

Seeing Zhou Xing leave, Gongsun Yan sighed, change is always accompanied by obstacles, and now it is very good.

She comforted herself as she looked at the furnace at her feet.

Pick up the fire basket standing next to you, wrap your fingers around your sleeves, and lift the lid on the warm stove.

Use a fire basket to turn over the sweet potatoes that are lying on hot charcoal and roasted until their skin is black.

It was estimated that the heat was about the same, and all of them were carried to the yellow paper pre-padded on the conference table.

Then Gongsun Yan covered the lid of the warm stove, put down the fire, and looked at these black roasted sweet potatoes with a sweet smell with a face in his hands.

"It's delicious! Why don't you want to plant it? She poked her pointed nails and muttered to herself.

"What's delicious?" Xia Houlan, who had just walked to the council hall, asked in her ear.

He and Zhao Yun walked one after the other, wearing military coats and robes, standing outside the door to take off the hat to protect them from the rain.

The attendants and servants of the guards at the door immediately reached out and took their wet hats.

Alain, who was carefully holding a small bamboo card in a corner of the council hall to practice calligraphy, also hurriedly got up and went to the copper stove in the corner to pour hot water.

The two of them swept away the raindrops that were leaking through the cracks in their cloaks as they strode in.

"I'm back." Gongsun Yan smiled at him and asked, "Is it cold?" ”

The two of them have been busy lately, too.

After the establishment of the main house camp, in addition to the original training of the white horse servants, the reorganized department.

In the Zhuang household, especially the descendants and nephews of the old generals in the original Gongsun Zhan army, there are many young subordinates who have joined, and with a little training, the outstanding ones have become military households, and they are no longer subordinate subordinates attached to the Lone Bamboo Manor.

In this way, the two of them were so busy that they didn't touch the ground with Zhang Ze, who came back from Lingzhi.

Today's rain is heavy, in this era of cold and death, it is naturally impossible to continue to ask soldiers to train in the rain, so Zhao Yun and Xiahoulan continued to inspect the manor wall.

At that time, although the protection issue was considered during the construction, there were still many gaps in the planning.

Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan did not train soldiers today, so they continued to ride horses to explore the holes in the manor's defenses that might be invaded.

The two of them sat down under Gongsun Yan on the left and right, and Gongsun Yan each pushed a roasted sweet potato in front of them.

Gongsun Yan made up his mind to promote the cultivation of sweet potatoes, so he first held a tasting meeting.

I thought everything would go well, but I didn't expect everyone to agree on the deliciousness of this new crop, but except for Zhao Yun, no one believed that this thing could really yield 4,000 catties per mu.

"Good stuff." Xia Houlan rubbed her hands, and her hands full of calluses on horseback archery didn't know what was hot, picked it up, and gently tore open a little of the blackened shell, revealing the golden flesh inside, "Thank you lady for the reward." ”

The sweet smell of sweet potatoes suddenly became stronger.

Gongsun Yan was also a little greedy when she smelled it, but she quickly threw it away after touching it, and the hot sweet potato burned her fingertips red, and she hurriedly raised her fingers to blow on her mouth.

Seeing her like this, the three people in the room smiled at the same time.

Alan served hot tea soup to Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan, gave a towel to wipe the water, and was about to pick up sweet potatoes for Gongsun Yan.

Zhao Yun was already one step ahead of her and wiped her hands with the cloth towel she brought.

Picked up a piping hot sweet potato, peeled off the charred black shell of the roasted sweet potato, wrapped it in yellow paper on the table, and handed it to Gongsun Yan.

"Thank you." Gongsun Yan would not refuse such kindness, pursed the corners of his lips and smiled and thanked him.

"The lady is polite!"

Zhao Yun was a fairly stable and peaceful person in non-war times, and even sometimes had a good temper to give people a sense of docility.

Gongsun Yan looked at his quiet eyes and picked up the sweet potato, hurriedly lowered his head and bit his own, resisted the urge to reach out and touch his hair, and then burned his tongue by the sweet potato.