Among the pavilions and water pavilions, among the pavilions and water pavilions, two conversations occasionally came out
In the end, Gongsun Yan got the promise from the head of the Gao family to mobilize 500 shady households to participate in the construction of the weaving workshop.
The head of the Gao family left Gongsun's house with a bad face.
Among the pavilions, only Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Jing were sitting opposite each other.
Gongsun Jingcai slowly raised his eyelids: "If Ayan pushes them too far, it will definitely cause a backlash."
"I know." Gongsun Yan shook his head indifferently, "But no matter how gentle you are, they will still rebound."
"I will never allow another horse or piece of iron to be sold from the North to the Central Plains and fall into the hands of Yuan Shao."
"But I can't be like Yuan Shao, the one who took advantage of him, and give him so many benefits to appease him."
To be precise, she didn't want to.
If you can get whoring for free based on your ability, why should you pay?
At present, Gongsun Jing and Gongsun Yan have the same interests, so she doesn't have to pretend.
He leaned on the table without sitting up, took a piece of pear and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Master, can you watch Yuan Shao conquering the four states and laugh until the end?"
After she finished speaking, she saw Gongsun Jing's expression darken.
"But fortunately, the Gao family is not too stubborn." Gongsun Yan patted the deed on the table.
Better than some rats in the dark.
Gongsun Yan ate all the autumn pears on the desk, then stood up and prepared to leave.
Gongsun Jing stopped her and said, "I heard that you are offering official training at the official school?"
"Yes." Gongsun Yan was not surprised that Gongsun Jing knew about this.
She just didn't know what Gongsun Jing meant when he mentioned it at this time.
Gongsun Jing hesitantly considered his tone and said, "I want to take a look."
As if worried that Gongsun Yan would think too much, he added: "I won't interfere in your affairs."
Gongsun Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gongsun Jing.
After a period of cultivation, the therapeutic medicine took effect, and his complexion improved a lot compared to his dying appearance some time ago.
This old man obviously just retired and spent a few days idle. He felt that he was doing well again and was a little unable to sit still.
Gongsun Yan thought it would be better to find something for him to do, so he nodded: "The official school is in the Prefect's Mansion. I can go if I want. Just be careful not to overwork your body."
As he spoke, Gongsun Yan's mind was spinning rapidly.
Suddenly something occurred to me and I sat back beside the desk: "There may be something that I need to trouble Grandpa with."
"The Double Ninth Festival is approaching. This year I want to hold a mid-autumn banquet, and the venue will be at Lone Bamboo Manor."
The Han Dynasty respected the elderly. As a rule, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the government would award dove wars to elderly people over seventy years old, and give them cloth, silk, rice and grain.
At the same time, a banquet was held to promote the filial piety of respecting the elderly.
Of course, that was a period of stability and prosperity, but now the world is unstable and full of wars.
The old man is a hindrance in these troubled times, and there are talks of living graves or mandrill sacrifices everywhere.
In the final analysis, it is difficult to support the elderly in Guizhou families, and their children do not want to bear the reputation of being unfilial.
So I found a reason to abandon it under the guise of legends about gods, ghosts and monsters.
The Mid-Autumn Banquet has not been officially held in the Northland for a long time.
Gongsun Jing didn't know why she suddenly mentioned it.
"Why do you think of holding a Mid-Autumn Banquet? Do you still have to put it in Lone Bamboo?" he asked directly.
Gongsun Yan did not hide his intention: "In the next two years, I want to promote several new crops with extremely high yields. It is the harvest season in Guzhu Village, so I invite all the respected village elders to be witnesses to reduce future resistance."
When she was in Lone Bamboo in April, she had already seen farmers' dedication to their fields and their family's livelihood.
Sooner or later, she will promote sweet potatoes, corn, potatoes, etc., and she will definitely encounter the same trouble.
Why don't we let these most stubborn village elders, who have the most say, take a look with their own eyes now?
Holding the sweet potato with mud in his hands, Gongsun Yan didn't believe it and they didn't believe it.
Then there would be no need for her to compromise and coax her, but these people would come to her with hope.
Gongsun Yan thought for a while and felt that he might be able to play a senior citizen club.
Let these old guys who sit at home and cause trouble to their concubines every day forget about their conspiracies and conspiracies and be exposed to new things and new ideas.
Learn from the MLM routines of previous lives, and you can trick anyone into counting.
Putting them in charge of a newspaper section can also use their reputation to increase the credibility of the newspaper.
If you encounter someone who is tough-talking, let these old men carry dove sticks to beat them.
In this era, an old man with a dove-stick can enter the government without being too impatient. He is as good as an official with six hundred stones. He is really a master of porcelain.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this plan was feasible, and she looked at the skinny Gongsun Jing.
There was even a supporter in front of her.
Although Gongsun Jing was puzzled by her, she focused on what he was most concerned about: "High-yielding new crops?"
"That's right." Gongsun Yan nodded a little distractedly.
I'm still thinking about what health products to use as bait when the time comes.
Drinking Shengyang Wine always felt like it was too immoral, but she would not have lost all her moral integrity to that point.
It would be a sin if an old man died immediately after drinking.
"How productive is it?" Gongsun Jing was a little funny.
In recent years, the weather in the entire Han Dynasty has changed dramatically, and the grain production in the North has been particularly severely reduced. Does his granddaughter really know the impact of a high-yielding crop?
And how could these high-yielding crops be easily obtained by her and planted in one go?
"It's very productive, and some crops are very cold-tolerant."
Looking at Gongsun Jing's appearance, Gongsun Yan knew that he wouldn't believe it even if he told him, so he made some vague remarks and wanted him to see it for himself.
When the time came, Hua Tuo was waiting next to him with a quick-acting Jiuxin Pill.
"I still need my grandpa to help me."
We still need to use Gongsun Jing's reputation to invite more people.
Gongsun Jing thought to himself that this high-yielding crop was just another gimmick.
But seeing that she was determined to do it, he was worried that she would mess up, so he nodded and said: "Okay."
By then, with him around, the trouble wouldn't have reached a point where it couldn't be ended.
Hearing his promise, Gongsun Yan couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, Grandpa! There is a hot spring in Guzhu Village. It just so happens that all the villagers can enjoy the mountains and recuperate."
Gongsun Yan, who had made up her mind to go on a sunset tour, had already begun planning how to let these old men come into contact with what she wanted to show them without knowing it, and where to bury the hook.
However, Gongsun Jing suddenly thought of something and frowned: "The war at the border fortress has not stopped, I'm afraid there will be some danger."
But Gongsun Yan smiled easily and said: "Master, don't worry, Fei Ru's good news will be delivered soon, Lu Long will probably be later."
After all, she had already seen the battle report in the system.
"Zilong will also send cavalry to escort us back and forth to ensure safety."
Gongsun Jing pondered for a moment and nodded.
He also wanted to go to Guzhu Beishan.
Go and have a look at the tomb of that unruly concubine.
I think if Gongsun Zan was alive and saw him end up like this, he would definitely laugh very loudly.
