Chapter 6858: Working Together

Chapter 6858: Working Together
Because Liu Luo had helped the Old Yuan Family, the Old Yuan Family even found a way to get a lady's document to protect Liu Luo when they left. Although Chen Xi was lurking behind the scenes, generally no one would mess with Liu Luo, but the Old Yuan Family's overt lady's document did help Liu Luo solve a lot of troubles. Later, when the Old Yuan Family rose to power, they even gave Liu Luo a barony with a radius of seventy miles.

There was a period of time in between when Liu Luo went there again. However, after going there, she discovered her shortcomings in her abilities. She did not have the ability to build a country at all, so she went there and came back again, and continued her singing, dancing, adoption, and education career in Central Plains.

From a certain perspective, Liu Luo is now also an official figure. Manxianglou has undertaken the training and education of abandoned baby girls in some countries, so it can also receive donations from the country.

For Chen Xi, after these baby girls are raised and educated, giving them as wives to the old soldiers who have fought for the country can solve a lot of problems, so he continues to promote this thing. After all, he can raise them. Moreover, given the situation in the Han Dynasty, this behavior can greatly improve the moral index. Moreover, with the development of the times and the improvement of people's lives, the abandonment problem that occurred frequently in the past is also decreasing year by year.

But there are still a lot of orphans accumulated from more than ten years ago to the present, especially the group from twelve or thirteen years ago. Now they have basically reached the age to learn some common skills and prepare to get married. Coming to old man Huangfu's house to learn the Eight-Legged Dance, and then dancing two groups for Huangfu will really increase their value. This is not a joke.

After all, Bayi Dance is the emperor's dance. Being able to dance it is just like having performed on the Spring Festival Gala. Although it is complained about every year, whether or not you have performed on it will really affect your level.

Therefore, he recruited a group of beautiful orphans to come to Huangfu Song's house to dance this. Zhu Jun thought that he could do it for free without paying any money, and maybe someone would be willing to pay some money to learn. After all, this kind of thing, you don't even have the channels to learn it!
"Okay, when the time comes, gather your people and call me. I will call all the old brothers and buddies to come and have two groups of people in the main hall of our house." Huangfu Song said happily. Zhu Jun wanted to watch, no problem. Is he the kind of person who doesn't share the benefits with everyone? No!

"Brothers, alas, there are not many brothers now." Zhu Jun said with a sigh, "Chen, Xun and Sima are really too bold."

Huangfu Song snorted when he heard this, but said nothing. Why not take a chance like this? He was already over seventy, and he could die at most. He had already gotten almost all the benefits from Chen Zichuan, and it was time for him to be independent. If he died, he could warn the next generation, and the next generation after that. So why not take a chance? Even if the success rate was slim, if he failed, he could force his descendants to follow the right path. Why would he choose?
Of course, he would take the lead and be prepared to die when he charged.

"It's okay. I even accept Sima Fang as my younger brother." Huangfu Song said with some sarcasm. He can call Sima Jun elder brother, and he can also call Sima Jun's son younger brother. He is so flexible and will not be affected by the general environment.

"Come to think of it, during these years that I was abroad, there wasn't much fun happening in Chang'an. There wasn't any trouble caused by Marquis Huaiyin, Lord Wu'an and the like..." Huangfu Song said with a sigh.

"It's okay. With Chen Zichuan in charge, there isn't any trouble." Zhu Jun said after thinking for a while.

Huangfu Song wanted to say something about sharp soldiers and the ritual of feasting corpses, but considering that Zhu Jun seemed to have no exposure to this kind of thing, he sighed in his heart: the higher you stand, the lonelier you feel. How many people can still be with me now?

Thinking of this, Huangfu Song continued to eat without saying anything else. What else could he say? Just eat quickly and eat until you are full.

In the side hall of the Wanxiang Temple, the old soldiers who came back with Huangfu Song were also having a banquet. The level was exactly the same as the main banquet, except that the venue was changed and there were no independent small tables.

"What is this?" After taking a bite of the newly served konjac cake, Bao Chu was a little stunned. It was something he had never seen before. It's understandable that he didn't recognize all the strange kinds of meat because they were processed differently, but this thing was obviously made of flour or something, but he couldn't taste the flavor of flour. Bao Chu couldn't help but feel that the progress of the times was too outrageous.

"It's a cake made of taro." Zhang Yong scooped a piece with a big spoon and tasted it twice before he could tell it apart. "Yes, it's the taro that people planted in front of and behind their houses to avoid starvation during famines. It's something similar."

"Damn, can taro be made so delicious?" Yin Zhi looked at the piece of cake he had dug out in disbelief, and began to recall in his mind what the taro he had eaten before was like.

Taro is poisonous. Basically all plants in the Araceae family are poisonous. The only difference is how poisonous they are. The yield of taro is very outrageous. Even compared with plants like potatoes and sweet potatoes, it is not inferior. A yield of 3,000 kilograms per mu was achievable even in ancient times.

Even the reason why potatoes were called "yang yams" when they were introduced to China was that, in the eyes of people of that era, potatoes were something similar to taro, with similar yields, similar tubers, similar cooking methods, and both were poisonous. Haha!

However, unlike potatoes, which have been completely detoxified after thousands of years of continuous domestication, things from the Araceae family are still poisonous after thousands of years of domestication. In fact, even the taro that humans eat today is still poisonous.

However, the toxicity of taro can be completely ignored if it is boiled for a long time, and a large amount of taro can indeed fill the stomach.

It was actually written in Jia Sixie's Qi Min Yao Shu that during famine years, as long as one or two acres of taro was planted and mixed with all kinds of miscellaneous things, the whole family could survive the famine. Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with this statement, because the yield of taro is very exaggerated.

In ancient times, the yield of taro per mu could reach an exaggerated thousand kilograms. Even now, the annual yield of some taro per mu is four or five tons, which is much higher than that of potatoes. If we really consider the premise of being able to eat and be full, the yield of local taro is actually completely higher than that of potatoes.

However, taro had a fatal flaw in ancient times. If you wanted to eat it, you had to boil it for a long time, otherwise it would not be detoxified.

In ancient times, firewood was the most important thing for a family. Among the so-called seven necessities of life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, firewood was actually ranked first, and grain was ranked second. Due to the insane policies in ancient times, the upper limit on the acquisition of firewood was very limited, and taro needed to be steamed for a long time before it could be used, which was really contrary to the heaven's will for ancient people.

This is why the ancient Chinese knew very early that taro was edible and had a high yield, and even wrote in agricultural books that taro was a very effective food for surviving famines, but they just couldn't grow taro. To put it bluntly, taro was completely against the will of the ancient people in the Central Plains.

I have so much firewood to cook taro, I might as well use it to exchange for rice...

The firewood used to cook taro is almost enough to exchange for rice.

Therefore, the veterans who ate the konjac cake were all silent after they learned that it was made of taro.

"Is this thing really made of taro?" Bao Chu said speechlessly.

Back then, Bao Chu's hungry family went to the Ba River to pick wild lotus seeds and dig wild lotus roots to survive. One time, they even went to dig wild lotus roots and left his mother at home to look after the house. A group of bad bandits passed by their home and found his mother alone at home. Not only did they rob their house, they also captured his mother and prepared to cook her into a pot. If his younger brother had not come to inform him quickly, he would have chased after them, fought a fierce battle with the bandits, and tried his best to get his mother back, but his mother would have been cooked in the pot.

At that time, Bao Chu's family grew taro, but when he recalled the taro back then and the one he eats now, Bao Chu became unusually silent. Damn, could this thing be so delicious?

"Chef, can you pack two servings for me so I can take them back to my mother?" After taking two bites, Bao Chu asked the chef who continued to serve the dishes.

"Sir Bao, we will prepare food boxes for you after the banquet." The cook looked at Bao Chu's nameplate and said calmly, "The kitchen has prepared some. You can just take a few back with you."

This is what Chen Xi discovered two years ago. That is, whenever there is a banquet, there will always be people asking to take some back. So when Chen Xi prepared the dishes, he asked them to make more so that they could take some fresh ones back. After all, if it is a big banquet, it would be much cheaper to make more at the beginning than to make more later.

"Thank you very much. I can understand everything else, but I can't understand this taro cake. I must take one back." Bao Chu was speechless looking at the taro cake. For him, this thing was simply a memory of his past suffering. As a result, even such a miserable thing could become so delicious. It was really unacceptable to him.

"I can't accept it either." Zhang Yong used a spoon to dig another piece. Even though he knew it was taro, the sweet and smooth taste made Zhang Yong feel that there was something wrong with his previous memory. Taro shouldn't prick the throat, but it should be pungent? How could this thing be so smooth and sweet? It was simply outrageous.

"Maybe we didn't know how to do it before." Su Zong said with a sigh. He also suffered a lot, and only with comparison can he realize how good the conditions are now.

"Just eat. I don't want to recall the past. I even have cannibalistic memories." Nanzhi said to Su Zong with an expression that he couldn't hold back. Suddenly, the seven people around him couldn't hold back at Nanzhi, who was so honest and came in to eat. Damn it, I shouldn't have brought you in!
That's right, Nanzhi was brought in by other people, replacing a younger brother who had gone back and never came back to participate in the activities. He sneaked in to have a meal. This kind of thing is a typical case of the government not investigating if the people don't report it. As a result, Nanzhi was served such a disgusting thing while eating, and everyone present was a little angry.

"Fuck, just throw Brother Nan out. He's so disgusting. I finally became a decent person, and now Brother Nan reminds me of the old days." Zhang Ping's face was longer than a shoe horn.

"Forget it, forget it. What Brother Nan said is true. The past is the past. Let's not talk about it." Zhang Yong looked generous and open-minded. "After all, the past was too hard. Let's not recall it. Let's eat, eat, and drink."

As he spoke, Zhang Yong raised his glass and gestured to everyone present. Seeing Zhang Yong like this, even Bao Chu and Yi Luo, who were not members of Zhang Yong's Victims Association, followed suit and raised their glasses.

"By the way, do you two have a team now?" After Zhang Yong finished his drink in one gulp, he asked Bao Chu and Yi Luo with curiosity. The two were also level six, one was a standard shield guard, and the other was said to be a scoundrel of the White Horse Yicong, but looked like a Yueqi.

"General Zhao has informed me to go to the training camp. I have to go after I finish my meal." Yi Luo raised his hand and explained, "Li Ge and Ma Chen have already gone. It is said that there are several brothers from the Red Blood Cavalry. If I am included, our group will be complete."

"The team structure of the White Horse and Red Blood Cavalry is mobile and combat-capable, but their survival ability seems to be lacking." Zhang Yong thought for a while and commented. Of course, only Zhang Yong was right. If anyone else spoke like this, they might get beaten.

"I don't have a team yet, but there are a lot of veterans in Yongzhou. If not, we can just form a group of six people." Bao Chu said with a smile. He actually didn't like to participate in this kind of activity.

"Oh, I was going to introduce you to a few teams." Zhang Yong thought for a moment and said, but seeing that Bao Chu didn't seem to care much about the ranking, Zhang Yong didn't say anything.

"Then it's Brother Nan's turn. Brother Nan, I'm sorry for what I did to you back then. I really didn't expect that you would really indulge in feudal superstition. I was just teasing you back then..." Zhang Yong sincerely apologized to Nan Zhi. Just like Zhang Ping said, the few of them were just giving face at best. Even in the case of Su Zong, Zhang Yong kicked Su Zong to death. Considering that Su Zong would be resurrected, it was just a dispute over face. But Nan Zhi was different. Nan Zhi had really lost everything.

So Zhang Yong planned to talk about this matter seriously. Of course, if Nanzhi wanted to make trouble for him because she lost everything, Zhang Yong would avoid her once or twice, but if it happened too often, don't blame him for being rude. However, seeing that Nanzhi was still willing to sit at the same table with them, and seemed very happy while eating and drinking, Zhang Yong thought that Nanzhi should have gotten rid of feudal superstition and was grateful to the military advisor for killing the witch.

"It's okay. That thing is not feudal superstition to me." Nanzhi raised his hand and grabbed something in the air. The seven people present all saw the distortion of light and dust at the moment when Nanzhi exerted force. This was because he directly grabbed something that he could not grab otherwise.

"Losing all my wealth has nothing to do with you. It was caused by me buying materials to strengthen my foundation. Five rounds strengthened my foundation by about 15%." Nan Xi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "So you don't need to worry about this. I am not obsessed with feudal superstition, I am obsessed with becoming stronger."

"Ah?" Zhang Yong was stunned after hearing this.

"Actually, the reason I came here with you this time was to meet the military advisor and Lord Chen later to see where they have imprisoned the witch. I just completed the fifth round recently, and now I have to find that witch for the materials and rituals for the sixth round." Nan Xi said with a headache.

Nanzhi originally thought that the witch was imprisoned in the Court of Justice, so he asked about her through his connections, but she was not there. He then asked the Jingzhao Yin through his connections to look for her, but she was not there either. So he had no choice but to come to the palace to check.

After all, this thing is really effective for him. Even if it costs some money, he wants to do the sixth round. If it is stronger, he can really do the seventh level. This requires severe strengthening.

"If you really think you've cheated me, find me two reliable witches who understand this kind of strengthening ritual. I'm having a headache right now." Nan Xi saw that Zhang Yong didn't believe her and said with a smile.

"Oh, is that so? Okay, I'll find one for you." Seeing that Nan Xi was not lying, Zhang Yong nodded in agreement, although he didn't know where to find a truly capable fortune teller.

"Are you looking for a fortune-teller who knows how to strengthen rituals?" Wei Jun, who was sitting at the table behind Nanzhi and had also sneaked in to eat, heard Nanzhi's words and turned to ask.

"Oh, you know Brother Wei?" Nan Xi turned around and saw that it was Wei Jun, and asked quickly. After all, Wei Jun's jokes were flying everywhere.

"Well, I have seen at least three of this type." Wei Jun said with a complicated expression, "One is the worship return, one is the ritual fight, and the other is the wood goblin. Let's put the last one aside first. The first one is to find an evil god and then use this set of worship return ceremony. For the ritual fight, you need to catch a beast with internal energy out of the body, and then you fight with it. The winner will extract a small amount of life source energy to lay a solid foundation. When I was wandering around in the south, I encountered many such strange things."

"Oh my god, Brother Wei is awesome, he is really knowledgeable." Tao Tong gave Wei Jun a thumbs up, full of admiration, but then he was a little confused, "But why do I feel that the worship return is quite similar to something in my hometown."

"Oh, it's the thing from your hometown." Wei Jun said unhappily. He almost became a sacrifice that time. Is there something wrong with you people in the South? You like to use people as sacrifices. It's a good thing that I, Wei Jun, am strong enough, otherwise, I would have been sacrificed long ago.

"Let's talk it over." Zhang Yong said to Zhang Ping and the others very seriously, "Then how about we have a toast under the witness of the empire's will and put aside our past conflicts for the time being?"

Seeing the other four people nodding, Zhang Yong stood up, picked up the wine glass, and used the single miracle to connect the imperial will, "I, Zhang Yong, swear here that during this grand martial arts performance, I will work together with Zhang Ping, Su Zong, Yin Zhi, Hou Zhong, and Nan Xi, and share life and death together. Even if someone is defeated, I, Zhang Yong, will share the glory of victory with them!"

It's totally late, miserable.