Zhao Yunji sat on the ground, stared at Yuan Xi and said, "Young master, do you want to revive the Han Dynasty?"
When Yuan Xi saw Zhao Yun who looked solemn in front of him, he sighed in his heart, in this troubled world, how many people can always stick to their ambitions throughout their lives?
But now he can't make a promise to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun saw that Yuan Xi was silent, and the look on his originally expectant face gradually dimmed.
Yuan Xi suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, how can we revive the Han Dynasty?"
Zhao Yun was startled. Just when he thought Yuan Xi was trying to convince him, he heard Yuan Xi say: "Brother Zhao, have you ever farmed?"
Zhao Yun replied: "I planted it when I was young."
After hearing this, Yuan Xi said, "I'm a clumsy speaker. If Brother Zhao can come over and take a look tomorrow when the wheat is harvested, he will understand what I want to say."
Zhao Yun was full of doubts, but he still nodded. Seeing that Yuan Xi was exhausted and knowing that his injury was not healed, he stood up and left.
After a while, Wu Zhao walked in carrying two bowls of porridge on a wooden tray. Seeing that Yuan Xi was the only one in the room, she said blankly: "General Zhao is gone? I cooked one more bowl..."
Yuan Xi laughed and said, "You can just eat it."
When Wu Zhao heard this, he lowered his head and said, "How can this be done? There is not much food in the house."
Yuan Xi was in coma for the past two days, and the servants in the house were too busy, so Qu Yi asked her to take care of Yuan Xi. Fortunately, she had taken care of her father before and had done these things before, so she was able to cope with it.
But what surprised her was that there were only a few bags of food in the entire mansion, which made her puzzled.
Later, people told me that Mr. Yuan Xi, as the guardian of Beixin City, concentrated the food in the city in the granary in the city and distributed it to the people in the city every day. Therefore, even in the mansion, there was no excess food.
Because of this saving on food, there were very few servants in the city lord's mansion, and most of the chores were done by Yuan Xi's personal soldiers Sun Li and others.
So Wu Zhao was very tired these past few days, but remembering that she still had to find a way to get back her father's book collection, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
Seeing her troubled expression, Yuan Xi thought she was reluctant to eat porridge, so he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, wait until the wheat outside the city is harvested tomorrow. At least this winter, the people in this city will have a good time."
He took a bowl of porridge and started it, indicating to Wu Zhao to get another bowl. Wu Zhao had no choice but to pick up the bowl and sip it.
Seeing that Wu Zhao was worried, Yuan Xi just said that she missed her hometown and said: "Don't worry, since you saved my life, I will repay this kindness no matter what."
"I will go back to Yecheng in a few days, and then I will ask someone to take you back to my hometown."
Wu Zhao felt that he should be happy, but for some reason he felt a little disappointed in his heart and had a tangled look on his face.
But Yuan Xi got it wrong and said, "Are you still thinking about the woman who was kidnapped with you that day?"
He sighed, "I was very confused at first. If I marry these women to soldiers, there will be hundreds more dead soldiers."
Wu Zhao didn't expect Yuan Xi to admit it like this. He lowered his head and said, "We were rescued by the young master. We couldn't help ourselves and have no right to speak."
After hearing this, Yuan Xi smiled and said, "You must be very resentful when you say that."
"Do you think that I am no different from Dong Zhuo, who sent troops to kidnap the women of the people?"
Wu Zhao said softly: "Master, don't belittle yourself. One saves people and the other harms them. How can they be compared?"
Yuan Xi shook his head and said, "You can't fool me with your expression."
"By the way, tomorrow's wheat harvest will be harvested. Everyone in the city will be in charge of food, including those women."
"I also told Brother Zhao just now that we can go and have a look then. Maybe we can find the answer we want."
Wu Zhao listened and nodded slightly.
Yuan Xi saw that although Wu Zhao's appearance was ruined, his sitting posture was extremely elegant, and his body curves were set off by the skirt. Yuan Xi was moved in his heart and said, "Are you a local from Luoyang?"
"Whose house was it originally in?"
Wu Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said the name of a minor official. She thought to herself that this man was Yuan Shao's son, and he was afraid that he had also lived in Luoyang. Could it be that he had exposed himself?
Unexpectedly, Yuan Xi just said "Oh". He was already in Yecheng when he traveled through time, and his earlier memories were already very blurry.
Wu Zhao was thinking all over the place. This was a great opportunity. If he couldn't get his father's belongings back, he might not have another chance in the future.
She said, "My master likes to collect books. At that time, the Huns invaded the city, killed my master, and took away some precious books with him."
"Some of them are still unique. Now they belong to the general. I wonder what the general will do with them?"
After hearing this, Yuan Xi smiled and said, "It's interesting that you can still think about these things."
Wu Zhao said softly: "The value of some books is difficult to measure in terms of money."
Yuan Xi sighed: "It's a pity that Dudu can't be eaten."
"I let Mr. Dong read those books a few days ago. Some of them are indeed quite rare."
After hearing this, Wu Zhao hurriedly asked: "What should I do with the young master?"
Yuan Xi said without hesitation: "I plan to take it back to Yecheng, give it away as a favor, or sell it for money."
After hearing this, Wu Zhao couldn't help but said: "Why is this so? These are extremely rare things!"
Her heart was bleeding. Most of the more than 4,000 volumes of books her father had given her were either destroyed or missing when she was kidnapped. Only the rarest hundreds of volumes of silk books were left in a few boxes.
Her goal is to try to get it back, otherwise how can she be worthy of her dead father?
And Yuan Xi actually said he wanted to sell it?
She stammered: "Many of those books are single copies. If they were lost, it would be a loss to the world's literati!"
After hearing this, Yuan Xi nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. If I ask someone who is literate to make a few copies, wouldn't it mean that it's not an original copy?"
Wu Zhao was stunned. How could this be done?
"That's the original" Wu Zhao still insisted.
Yuan Xi said: "The original value lies in the fact that someone is willing to spend a lot of money to buy it, but I only need the words on it."
"The value of books lies in the knowledge contained in them, and has nothing to do with the original content."
"It is precisely because of this kind of thinking that knowledge cannot be widely circulated and the common people cannot get a glimpse of it."
Wu Zhao was speechless and said: "Young Master is very different from the scholars I know."
Yuan Xi smiled and said: "That's true, otherwise, I wouldn't be in Beixin City at all."
Wu Zhao looked at the injuries on Yuan Xi's body and fell silent.
After a while, she hesitated and said: "If I can help the general transcribe, can the general give me some originals?"
Yuan Xi was surprised when he heard this: "Are you still literate?"
Wu Zhao nodded.
"How much do you know?"
"It should be quite a lot."
After hearing this, Yuan Xi thought for a while and said with a smile: "How can a literate person be an ordinary servant girl?"
"Isn't the girl afraid that her life experience is unusual?"
When Wu Zhao heard this, he panicked and quickly covered it up: "I learned some words from my husband, but my husband died young."
When Wu Zhao said this, he couldn't help but look gloomy.
After hearing this, Yuan Xi sighed: "My wife is also ill-fated, but it doesn't matter. As long as she does something for me, I will give those books to her, so why not?"
Wu Zhao was overjoyed and asked hurriedly: "What's the matter?"