The gifts that Luo Yong sent to the Dunhuang County Magistrate this time were rich enough, and the apology letter was written very sincerely. Finally, the wrong household was dismissed from the household registration in Changle County.

In other words, if you return this registered household to Dunhuang County, there is absolutely no intention of competing with them.

The Dunhuang County Magistrate probably saw Luo Yong's sincerity. Maybe he was amused by the coffin. In short, since this incident was an accident, he would not pursue it.

When several other counties around him heard this news, most of them expressed their understanding. As for whether they had secretly envious of them, it was hard to say.

Wow, that's a cart of gifts, it's just like a pie falling from the sky.

Regarding the mistakes made during the process of registering households this time, the Changle County Public Administration has already implemented the relevant responsibilities. The Magistrate Luo did not scold people. He just fined them a little money and was just a part of the apology.

As for the remaining ones, he paid his own pocket. Who made him the boss of Changle County? The people under his command made mistakes. He must also take responsibility.

When it comes to fines, the officials' little nerves that were originally a little loose immediately became tense.

It would not be easy for anyone to hope that they will make the same mistake next time.

Overall, these officials are still very reliable in doing things, Luo Yong doesn’t need to worry about everything.

When he had nothing to do recently, he often went to Changle Academy to listen to classes. The dean of Changle Academy is Tang Jian, and his students are the young men of the aristocratic family who came from Chang'an City. Most of the gentlemen are knowledgeable people invited by Tang Jian from Dunhuang, including local nobles and some from Hu merchants.

Luo Yong got the title of vice president in this academy and didn't care much, but he would occasionally come to listen to the class.

Basically, they came with Qiao Junlin. Qiao Junlin came more and Luo used less.

Luo Yong likes to listen to experienced Hu merchants telling what he saw and heard on his business journey, and sometimes he will learn a little foreign language.

At this time, the Western Regions were filled with small countries, with many small languages, but the three most important language families were Chinese, Turkic, and Hindi.

There are also many Han people in the Western Regions, some who escaped for refuge, and some who were captured by nomadic people during the war, for various reasons.

I heard that some city oasis on the business roads sometimes have more than half of the population of Han people. In such places, they basically just have to speak Chinese.

In addition, Turkic and Hindi are also common. Although there are many small languages, as long as you know these three languages, there will be no big obstacles to walking in countries in the Western Regions.

Going further west to the Western Regions, the Persian Dashi area, and the languages ​​there are different. Hu merchants rarely visited that area, and those places are not the key points of the Tang Dynasty government's management, and Changle Academy does not currently teach.

However, these two foreign languages ​​alone, coupled with the political and geographical knowledge of countries in the Western Regions, cannot be learned in a short time.

Luo Yong gave Tang Jian a suggestion, asking him to divide the majors of these students, mainly to separate classes of learning Indian and Turkic languages. The process of learning language is really time-consuming and labor-intensive. There is no need to let each student learn two foreign languages ​​at the same time. Anyway, even if they go to the Western Regions one day, they will not be able to go alone.

This is also a relatively novel concept for Tang Jian. Although there are also calculations for learning calligraphy in Chang'an City, they are all in one school and one major. As Luo Yong said, there are even more majors in a school. He has never heard of it before.

The cultural education of this era is mainly an elite education for young people from the upper class. The goal is to cultivate pillars of the country with comprehensive development. To put it more directly, they train officials, and if they follow Luo Yong's idea, it will become pragmatism, and the final ones will probably only be officials.

"That's not called an official, it's called a professional talent." County Magistrate Luo corrected.

"The old men in Chang'an City don't know how to laugh at me." Compared with the academies full of literary atmosphere in Chang'an City, their school that cultivates professional talents is simply too low and too unstyled.

"Then let them laugh, you won't lose a piece of meat." County Magistrate Luo didn't care.

"Or why do you say you are a coffin board?" said Doctor Tang.

The coffin board is just the coffin board. Luo Yong likes his nickname quite well and doesn’t think there is anything wrong with it.

"I heard that you collected a lot of seeds from the Western Regions last year. Is there anything so good to plant?" After a while, Tang Jian asked Luo Yong again.

"Not." Last year, the seeds were collected temporarily, and those Hu people could collect whatever they had. Because they did not say hello in advance, it was naturally difficult to receive any good things.

"I heard that there is a new thing in Gaochang State recently." Tang Jian and Luo Yong shared the news they just got. The Gaochang State has been in trouble due to war, and the news is all about the official.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yong raised his eyelids and asked.

"The Tao was outside Gaochang City. The Tang army had previously stationed, and several melon vines were grown. The vines were as thick as a thumb, and the leaves were as wide as a slap. In early summer, many golden flowers bloomed, and later they formed melons. The melon was also very strange. At first, it was only the size of a date, but it soon grew to the size of a fist. As the growth grew, it grew bigger and bigger. A few days ago, Li Daozong and others led the army back from the grassland. The melon had grown to the size of a millstone."

Tang Jian regarded this matter as a strange story and Luo Yongting.

"There is such a strange thing? Why can melons grow on the wasteland by itself?" Luo used it as a surprise.

"Who knew." Tang Jian looked at Luo, smiled, and said, "There is a saying in Gaochang State that the Buddha was grateful to the Qu family for the abandonment of royal power for the people of Gaochang, brought rescue soldiers from the Tang Dynasty and drove away the Turks, so he gave such a magical object."

"Tsk." Luo used his tongue to smacked: "Has this news been sent back to Chang'an City?"

"It's almost time, six hundred miles are urgent, and you will arrive in Chang'an City soon." Tang Jian picked up the tea cup and took a bite of tea. In the summer, the local food in Changle County is not greasy, but he is used to eating this tea now and always drink a few sips every day.

After coming out of Changle Academy, Luo stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Tang Jian was very vixen, and it was not easy to act in front of him.

Last time, the Tang army was stationed outside Changle City, and the trucks of food and grass were placed on the roadside. When Luo Yong passed by, his hands were itchy, so he put a few pumpkin seeds on one of the wooden carts.

Unexpectedly, these pumpkin seeds sprouted and bear fruit outside Gaochang City. Perhaps it was really just like the Gaochang people said, even if this is God's will.

Luo Yong walked to the street and saw a vendor setting up a stall selling malt sugar. There were many adults and children in front of the stall, holding dried beans and other items in his hands, all of which were for the sugar exchange.

There are several workshops in Changle County now. People in the county can earn some money by working for these workshops. So the consumption capacity gradually increases. Some well-informed vendors from surrounding towns come to them to set up stalls, and their business is generally pretty good.

Luo Yong originally planned to buy some malt sugar, but after thinking that there was no one to eat it after buying it, he had to give up.

When they were in Xipo Village, Luo Yongchu made some money by making tofu, and took grain to give an old man in Xiaohe Village to make some malt sugar and put it at home. But the children in the family were so happy that they could be like a big treasure.

In the blink of an eye, the six or seven years have passed, and the two Liulang and Qiniang are now ten years old. They are staying in places like Chang'an City and are not short of money at home, so they should not be greedy for malt sugar anymore.

After all, Chang'an City is a capital city. Even though the economic level of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was not yet reached at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, looking at the world, there are few places that can be compared with Chang'an.

Liulang and Qiniang stayed in Chang'an City, guarding the groceries in the north and south, and Luo used his disciples to take care of them, so naturally they would have no worries about food and clothing.

At that time in the early summer, there was a place called Baoshan Island in Suzhou. First, loquats from the West Mountain were ripe, and then bayberry from the East Mountain was ripe. Although it was locally produced, the price was not cheap.

Many wealthy families in the area sent boats to buy, and I heard that some people were transported along the canal to some places north to sell. The profit was quite high, but it was difficult to preserve.

During those days, Aunt Luo had to take a boat to Baoshan Island every day to find the cheap and affordable fruits, and collected them back to make canned food.

At that time, many merchants from Chang'an City went to Jiangnan to collect silk, so Aunt Luo found acquaintances and asked them to bring a jar of canned bayberry and canned loquats to Chang'an, and eat with Si Niang and the others.

By the time these silk ships returned to Chang'an City, it was already autumn.

The brothers and sisters sat in the yard with pottery bowls in their arms and ate canned food. They heard many people outside the yard talking about the golden gourds of Gaochang Kingdom, but they felt that there were so many novelties in the world.

I heard that the melon blooms in golden color, but also in golden color. A melon can grow as big as a millstone.

People in Gaochang all said that this was a divine object given to Gaochang by the Bodhisattva, but Chang'an City said that since it was located in the place where the Tang army had been stationed, it might have been given to the Tang army.

Soon, there was a saying in the palace that the Bodhisattva of Xizhou showed his spirit and gave him golden gourds. The saints gave him a seed and gave him all kinds of temples and military households in Chang'an City.
Chapter completed!