The wheels of the ox cart made sparkling sounds as they walked in the autumn wilderness.
There were thirty villagers attending this Mid-Autumn Banquet, ranging in age from fifty to seventy years old.
They are all highly respected people from all walks of life.
He is also a truly bold and transparent person.
After the Lian family was frightened, only Gao Huai from the Gao family came.
The journey from Lingzhi to Guzhu only took two days, but since Gongsun Yan wanted to let these villagers experience a red sunset tour in advance, the itinerary would not be arranged in a hurry.
Liquor, cheese, wine, vegetables, fruits and meats were all prepared in advance at the stations along the way, and there were also doctors accompanying them.
Even before these villagers arrived in Guzhu, they had already felt the full sincerity in advance.
Under the escort of the army, the group of people moved towards Lone Bamboo at a leisurely pace.
Gongsun Yan couldn't bear to see people idle, so before setting off, she asked her grandpa Gongsun Jing to be a courtesan and entertain these village elders.
Therefore, Gongsun Jing would stop from time to time on the road, taking advantage of the fine weather to sit and have a banquet with the villagers among the beautiful mountains and rivers.
Traveling in this era is far different from that of later generations, which is full of famine, war, and banditry...
Most civilians in this era will not have the opportunity to leave the place where they were born.
Even the head of an established aristocratic family like Gongsun Jing actually doesn't have many opportunities to leave Lingzhi in his life.
Even a person like Gao Huai, who had some ideas in his mind, could not fault Gongsun Yan's arrangement.
Gao Huai was leaning against the window of the bullock cart, holding an arithmetic book from Lulong in his hand.
There was a pair of reading glasses forcibly borrowed from Gongsun Jing on the bridge of his nose, and he was reading the words on them by the skylight.
A large number of wooden counters were placed on his legs.
Gongsun Jing leaned on the hidden bag and took a nap.
"Jing Gong, Jin Gong." He pushed Gong Sun Jing to stand up.
Gongsun Jing had just squinted when he was woken up by him. No matter how good-tempered he was, he could not control himself: "Gao Gong, don't you have your own car?"
Although Gongsun Jing looks like an old fox in his old age, he was also a dissolute character when he was young.
All the arrogant, romantic, and unruly bad habits of his children can be traced back to him.
After experiencing life and death, he seemed to take things lightly. His youthful temperament resurfaced, and he became less polite with Gao Huai.
Gao Huai chuckled and said, "Yes, there are, but they are not as comfortable as Jinggong's car."
Gongsun Yan is not the kind of young man who really has no conscience. He is concerned that Gongsun Jing is about the same age and had just fallen seriously ill not long ago.
She was afraid that her grandfather would be ruined at a banquet.
Not daring to be rash, he made a specially made bullock cart for him.
Not only is the cabin twice as wide as usual, but the key is that it has good shock absorption.
In the car, everything from books to tea and food was packed, there were plenty of cushions and bedding, and there were even specially equipped reading glasses.
Such a car is naturally much more comfortable than Gao Huai's own rickety car.
So he stayed in Gongsun Jing's car, looking for a book to read when he had nothing to do, and found this enlightenment arithmetic.
After taking the chips and verifying them for a long time, he let out a long sigh and said, "Jinggong, there is such exquisite knowledge in the Gongsun family. It is really hidden!"
"Jinggong, how do you solve this problem?" Gao Huai asked, pointing to the after-school exercises in the book.
Gongsun Jinggao smiled enigmatically: "Gao Gong, this is Lu Long's enlightenment textbook."
Are you embarrassed to ask about children’s knowledge?
Gao Huai's face turned a little red, but he gave up.
We walked for another half day.
When it was getting late, a horseman suddenly came to the window and reported: "Jinggong, Guzhu Manor has arrived."
Not only Gongsun Jing, but also Gao Huai also put down his book with great interest, asked to stop the car, and planned to go down and take a look.
"I heard that Bogui prepared this Guzhu Manor for Ayan. The scenery is one of the most beautiful in the North." Gao Huai opened the door curtain and said, "Ayan is good at management, so he will definitely be able to take care of this manor..."
The expression on his face froze, and he could no longer say the next words.
Gongsun Jing didn't know why, so he stuck his head out and was shocked.
In front of us is no longer the low earthen and wooden wall, but a tall gray-white city gate made of cement.
Like a giant snake stretching its body, there is no end in sight.
Two huge doors opened, revealing the smooth concrete road behind.
Gao Huai looked at Gongsun Jing: "Lone Bamboo Manor?"
Your Gongsun family calls this a manor?
Gongsun Jing adjusted the expression on his face in time and showed an enigmatic smile again: "Gao Gong, don't make a fuss. This is normal."
The villagers in the cars next to them also got off one after another.
He stamped his feet on the ground with great interest, poking here and there with the crutch in his hand.
"Welcome Jinggong!" came an enthusiastic voice from afar.
Gongsun Jing looked over with a smile and squinted for a long time, but he didn't recognize who this person was.
It wasn't until I saw his somewhat deflated right sleeve that I recognized that this person was the former Gongsun Zan's general, Tian Kai.
"Tian Gong, are you in good health lately?" Gongsun Jing also walked down with the help of a boy servant.
Tian Kai unconsciously touched the pile of flesh on his chin and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."
Tian Kai did not ask Gongsun Jing how he was doing, but waved his hand and said: "Jinggong, please, Madam Yan ordered us to be fully prepared, just to welcome you."
"The village has prepared a banquet, please."
Gongsun Jing also turned around and greeted: "It's getting late, everyone, please come to the village first!"
"Okay, okay." The village elders finally subdued their curiosity and returned to the car.
As the car continued to move forward and passed the gate, everyone's eyes lit up.
It was late in the evening, and when I looked into the distance, I saw bursts of smoke coming from the houses and houses dotted in the mountain col.
Between the streets, a white road with two cars running parallel extends into the distance, and in the setting sun, the vast fields look like they are sprinkled with a layer of gold dust.
With such a peaceful mountain scenery, even Gaohuai couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.
As people grow older, they always yearn for peace and tranquility.
For a moment, all these old people looked out the window, and no one spoke.
As I walked through the fields, I couldn't help but be interested in the crops.
"Jinggong, what crops are being planted in this field, and why aren't they being harvested now?" Gao Huai asked again, pointing to the acres.
Gongsun Jing did not answer him, but looked at the wealthy manor in a daze.
Regarding the death of his eldest son and youngest daughter, Gongsun Jing did not say that he could just let go of it.
At this time, looking at the warm smoke in the distance, I still felt very emotional.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh, secretly raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes.
Gao Huai caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eye, sighed in his heart, and turned to look at the scenery outside, which left him with some dignity.
When the carriage arrived at the main house of Lone Bamboo, Gongsun Jing finally gathered his mood and got out of the stopped carriage with the help of his servants.
Looking up, there were two rows of servants in the village standing in front of the door, and an elegant and dignified scribe was standing at the front.
Gongsun Jing couldn't help but show genuine joy: "Oh, Mr. Zhao!"
