In the evening, although the afternoon itinerary was cancelled, the Chongyang dinner was still held.

At the strong request of the villagers, part of the dinner menu was replaced with a dish made of sweet potatoes.

In order not to make the scene too shabby, Zhao Xi urgently loaded a few sweet potato recipes.

Sweet potato rice, stir-fried sweet potato vines, and a dish of golden sand sweet potatoes that the elderly don't have to eat hard.

and simmered lamb and stewed chicken broth.

Gongsun Yan knew what happened in the afternoon through Zhao Xi's log.

She knew that this high-yielding sweet potato would cause a sensation, but she didn't expect them to react so violently.

Even her grandfather's big teeth were excited.

In the end, I'm still worried that something will happen to these old people.

So he bought two healing potions and asked Zhao Xi to put them in the light cheese produced by Lone Bamboo, so that one person could take a bite.

Different from ordinary banquets, the banquet of Lone Bamboo does not have singing and dancing.

Whether in Lulong or Lingzhi, many family merchants sent a lot of Leji prostitutes to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't stay for a moment, and all of them were handed over to Gongsun Yan.

In this era, the prostitute Le Ji was a living musical instrument raised by the owner's family to entertain guests and given away, and her status was similar to that of a piece of furniture.

These girls are in the most tender and beautiful period of their lives.

They have no ability to earn a living, no ability to protect themselves, no family.

Directly released from citizenship, but it hurt them.

So Gongsun Yanquan sent them to the weaving workshop.

Read and read, learn to weave and dye cloth.

When the time comes, let them out of their lowly status.

At that time, whether they want to be self-reliant or marry a lover, they will choose on their own.

Such a banquet without singing and dancing was still relatively rude in the social etiquette of the Han Dynasty, but fortunately Zhao Xi was here.

Human geography and miscellaneous science can be told.

Occasionally talking about something, seeing that the villagers' imagination is lacking and unclear, so they draw a simple picture with wine.

Even these villagers, who think they have a wide range of knowledge, are all impressed.

The Chongyang Wine Banquet became Zhao Xi's hundred pulpits.

Even the entourage of these village elders quietly stood under the porch and eavesdropped.

No matter how lustful the old ghost is, he is embarrassed to be dissatisfied with why there is no female concubine to drink with him in this academic atmosphere.

Zhao Xi talked about strange things from Qishan.

What is the king's salt, half a soup lake, true and false, false and true, I have been talking for a long time.

Until the moon rises on the branches.

He also talked about the Zhantan drum in Khotan and the Shifu stone in Hemu County.

Finally, seeing that the hour was not early, Zhao Xi got up to avoid the table and arched his hand: "Fellow villagers, it's not early, let's rest early." ”

Many old men below immediately let out a burst of regret.

Gongsun Jing kept listening, and then he realized that he had been listening with his mouth open, and his mouth was very thirsty.

The god lifted the lacquer cup without belonging, and the wine cup was already empty.

Although I still want to continue listening, it is really not early, and a banquet is dispersed.

Gongsun Jing, as the main family, sent all the villagers to the door, and when he turned his head, he saw Gao Huai blocking Zhao Xi.

"Mr. Zhao is talented, enough to open a private school to impart knowledge."

No one can not admire Zhao Xi's knowledge reserves.

Gao Huai sighed with emotion: "Sir, why don't you and I sleep together tonight?" ”

Zhao Xi smiled and declined: "Gao Gong, you will have to visit the village tomorrow, so let's recharge your energy tonight." ”

Gao Huai followed Gongsun Jing and left.

Early the next morning, the early morning sun shines through the plain silk of the pasted window. 

Gongsun Jing woke up in the fragrance of a room.

When people get old, they have to wake up in the morning in a daze.

Today, Gongsun Jing felt that he was extremely conscious.

I touched the kang under my body, and it was still warm.

In the past, even if he was covered with a thick silk quilt, he often felt that his feet were cold.

He only covered a thin quilt that night, but it was unusually warm.

Gongsun Jing knew that this thing was called Huokang.

It's his granddaughter's project to benefit the people.

For this, they also chose a site on the bank of the wet water with great fanfare, and prepared to toss several brick kilns that fired red bricks.

Gongsun Jing stretched his body, and just as he was about to get up, he heard a report from the servant outside the door that Gao Huai was visiting.

A hint of disgust flashed on Gongsun Jing's face.

He found that it was better to keep people at a certain distance.

After getting too familiar with it, you will find that some people who have known each other all your life turn out to be an annoying spirit who wants everything.

After a simple wash, Gongsun Jing walked to the corridor and saw Gao Huai sitting there eating morning food.

Seeing Gongsun Jing come out, Gao Huai suddenly said: "Gong Jing is up? ”

Gongsun Jing didn't answer yet, but he heard him say again: "Gong Jing, ...... that grain seed?"

"I don't know, I can't be the master, don't ask me." Gongsun Jing didn't wait for him to finish, but refused to go three times.

Not only Gao Huai, but in the early morning, Gongsun Jing received five or six groups of guests.

They all came to inquire about the grain seeds.

In the end, all the people gathered together and used the morning food here in Gongsun Jing.

Gongsun Jing couldn't figure out what Gongsun Yan thought, so he refused and said he didn't know.

Everyone didn't get an answer, but they also knew that this kind of important thing would not be released easily and without cost.

Under Zhao Xi's arrangement, everyone set off to visit the farm.

The farm planned by Gongsun Yan in Guzhuzhuang is in a river valley a few kilometers away from the main house.

As soon as the group reached the valley mouth, they heard a melodious singing.

It's a northland ballad, but it's sung in a unique way.

It comes from a distance, and it sounds like it has a different flavor.

Walking closer, Gongsun Jing lifted the curtain and took a closer look.

In addition to the Han Chinese, there were also some people who seemed to have been tortured, and they were bending down to work together with scythes.

Gongsun Jing thought that those were Lu Longsai's prisoners, but he saw the deep eyebrows and eyes of those people who were different from Han Min.

Only then did he know that they were all bearded people with braided hair.

I don't know if it's Wuhuan or Xianbei.

From their mannerisms and movements, there are almost no traces of the original tribe.

I saw that those Hu people and Hermes-Epitek were busy in the river valley, and there was no supervisor to urge supervision, and the work was actually very profitable.

The two parties communicate without barriers, mixed in one place.

I don't know who influenced whom, and from time to time they would sing songs.

When he raised his eyes and saw their car coming, he took the initiative to avoid the roadside, and the Han people saluted, their expressions full of respect.

In addition to their appearance, these people are no different from the Han people.

Temperament is calm and submissive.

The Han family robe on his body is clean and tidy.

It was by no means the murderous Hu people who went south to plunder in his memory.

Nor is it the cowering slave herdsmen of the manor.

Gongsun Jing was stunned for a long time.

He didn't even need to think about it to know that these must be the handiwork of his granddaughter Gongsun Yan.

It's just that what he can't understand is what kind of means his granddaughter used to domesticate these Hu people to such an extent in just a few months.