Traveling through the Three Kingdoms: She brings unlimited supplies to build infrastructure

Chapter 255
In the evening and afternoon, although the itinerary was cancelled, the serious Double Ninth Festival dinner still had to be held.

At the strong request of the villagers, part of the dinner menu was replaced with dishes made from 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 golden sand sweet potato dish that even the elderly can eat easily.

With simmered mutton and stewed chicken soup.

Gongsun Yan learned about what happened that afternoon through Zhao Xi's diary.

She knew the high-yielding sweet potatoes would cause a stir, but she didn't expect their reaction to be so dramatic.

Even her grandfather's big teeth dropped out of excitement.

After all, I am still worried about what will happen to these old people.

So I bought two healing potions and asked Zhao Xi to put them in the light fermented cheese produced by Guzhu, so that each person could take a sip.

Different from ordinary banquets, Lone Bamboo’s banquet did not include singing and dancing musicians.

Whether in Lulong or Lingzhi, many aristocratic merchants gave Zhao Yun many Leji prostitutes.

Zhao Yun did not stay for a moment, and handed everything over to Gongsun Yan.

Le Ji, a domestic prostitute in this era, was raised by her master to entertain guests and given as a living musical instrument, which had the same status as a piece of furniture.

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

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

Directly deregistering and releasing them would actually harm them.

So Gongsun Yanquan sent them to the weaving workshop.

Read and read, learn to weave and dye cloth.

When the time is right, let them get out of their humble status.

At that time, it is up to them to choose whether they want to be independent or marry a good man.

Such a banquet without singing and dancing was quite rude in the social etiquette of the Han Dynasty. Fortunately, Zhao Xi was here.

Human geography, miscellaneous science can all be explained.

Occasionally, when I talk about something, I see that the villagers lack imagination and don't know why, so I just dip my hands in wine and draw a simple picture.

Even these village elders who considered themselves knowledgeable were all impressed.

The Double Ninth Festival banquet became Zhao Xi's forum for hundreds of schools of thought.

Even the entourage of these village elders quietly stood on the porch and listened.

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

Zhao Xi talked about strange objects from strange mountains.

What about king salt, half soup lake, true and false, false and false, true and true, I talked about it for a long time.

Until the branches of the moon.

He also talked about the Tantan drums of Khotan and the Shifu stones of Hemu County.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Xicai stood up and walked away from the table, cupping his hands and saying, "fellow villagers, it's getting late, so you should rest early."

Many old men below immediately let out a cry 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.

He lifted the lacquer cup absentmindedly, but the wine cup was already empty.

Although I still want to continue listening, it is really late, and a banquet is over and the guests and the host have a good time.

As the head of the family, Gongsun Jing sent all the fellow villagers to the door. When he turned around, he saw Gao Huai blocking Zhao Xi.

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

No one can help but admire Zhao Xi's knowledge reserve.

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

Zhao Xi smiled and declined: "Mr. Gao, you all have to visit the village tomorrow, so you should recharge your batteries tonight."

Gao Huai followed Gongsun Jing and left with unfinished thoughts.

Early the next morning, the early morning sunlight filtered through the plain silk of the window.
Gongsun Jing woke up to the aroma of a room.

When people get old, they wake up in the morning and feel confused for a while.

Today, Gongsun Jing felt that he was particularly conscious.He touched the fire bed under him, and it still felt warm.

In the past, even if he was covered with a thick silk quilt, his feet would often feel cold.

He only had a thin quilt covering him that night, but he was extremely warm.

Gongsun Jing knew that this thing was called a fire kang.

It was some kind of popularization project that his granddaughter was going to do to benefit the people.

For this purpose, a site was chosen with great fanfare on the banks of the Ru River, and several brick kilns were prepared for firing red bricks.

Gongsun Jing stretched his body and was about to get up when he heard a servant outside the door announcing that Gao Huai had come to visit.

A trace of disgust flashed across Gongsun Jing's face.

He found that it is better for people to keep a certain distance.

Once you get too familiar with them, you will find that some people you have known all your life turn out to be annoying people who want everything.

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

Seeing Gongsun Jing come out, Gao Huai suddenly became energetic: "Is Gong Sunjing up?"

Before Gongsun Jing could answer, he heard him say again: "Jinggong, that grain..."

"I don't know. I can't make the decision. Don't ask me." Gongsun Jing refused Sanlian before he could finish.

Not only Gaohuai, Gongsun Jing received five or six groups of guests in a short period of time early in the morning.

They all came to inquire about grain.

In the end, everyone gathered together and had the morning meal at Gongsun Jing's place.

Gongsun Jing was not sure what Gongsun Yan was thinking, so he refused to say he didn't know.

Everyone did not get the answer, but they also knew that Gongsun would not release such an important thing easily without paying any price.

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

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

As soon as the group of people drove to the entrance of the valley, they heard a burst of melodious singing.

It's a song from the North, but the singing method is quite unique.

It floated from a distance, and it sounded quite unique.

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

In addition to the Han people who were busy cutting grass in the grass, there were also some people who seemed to have been tortured. They were bending down and working together with sickles.

Gongsun Jing originally thought that those were prisoners of Lu Longsai, but he saw the deep eyebrows of those people that were different from those of the Han people.

Only then did he realize that they were all barbarians who had shaved off their braids.

I don’t know if they are Wuhuan or Xianbei people.

Judging from their behavior and movements, there are almost no traces of the original tribe.

I saw those barbarians and Han people busy in the valley. There were no supervisors to supervise them, and the work was actually very efficient.

The two parties communicated without any barriers and were mixed together.

I don’t know who influenced whom, but I would sing songs from time to time.

When I raised my eyes and saw them approaching in their cars, I took the initiative to step aside on the roadside and performed the Han Chinese hand ceremony, with a look full of respect.

Except for their appearance, these people are no different from Han Chinese.

Temperament is peaceful and submissive.

The Han robes on his body are clean and tidy.

It was definitely not the ferocious barbarians who went south to plunder in his memory.

Nor was he the cowherd slave herder in 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.

But what he couldn't understand was what methods his granddaughter used to domesticate these barbarians to such an extent in just a few months.

(End of this chapter)