While Chen Jian racked his brains to consider these things, the ship passed through the most beautiful river and turned into the boundless Onozawa.? ?

This is the first time that more than 40 young people on the boat stand on the cruise ship to watch the beautiful scenery on both sides. The geese have not yet flew south, the herons chirped, and the green mountains have turned into hideous or soft lines. The broken white waves are intoxicating.

However, the scenery was broken when it was approaching the cape island. Countless smoke and dust flames rose on the shore, and a group of people were burning the wasteland in the distance. Not only did this scene destroy the beauty, but it was even more backward like their city's methods of plowing fields. Suddenly, most of the mystery of Xiacheng was lost.

When we approached the Cape Island, the interest came again. The two cape roads were extremely steep, making people feel a small hallucination when they looked up, as if the cape would fall down at any time.

When they entered the cape bay, a group of people shouted: "There is nothing, where do we live?"

Not only was the one who shouted like this, Yuemei was also stunned. Apart from seeing the busy construction site from afar, there was only a huge brick wall with two words Xiacheng written on it that she had never seen before. Apart from that, there were only some thatched huts.

In an instant, the legendary magic of Xiacheng collapsed, and it was obvious that even his own city was inferior. Not to mention the charming and singing women like Shi Xie, the women on the island were squatting on the ground and clasping bricks with mud, covered in mud.

Yue Mei noticed a slight difference. These seemingly slave-like people could hear a few songs when they were working. Although they were hoarse and harsh, they could hear a different joy from slaves.

The messy sound reached its peak after the ship docked.

Chen Jian is the leader and the gentleman. This group of people were also taught by their parents to treat him like their uncles, but even uncles could not treat him like this.

"Ji Xia, is this what you are talking about Yucheng?"

Chen Jian shook his head and said, "You can only say that this will be Yucheng in the future. Are you quite disappointed? I think the legends of Xiacheng are all fake?"

Several people nodded embarrassedly, and Chen Jian smiled and said, "It's okay. I asked you to come here, just to let you see these things. Xiacheng had nothing at the time, but it didn't take long to use it. I'll let you see with your own eyes what it would be like to build a city from scratch."

"You all heard your parents tell the story of Weihe back then? At a young age, you took dozens of tribesmen and said you would build a city by yourself and become a leader of a territory, including the source of the river. Many of you may become a leader of a city in the future, but there is only one leader in a city. What should you do?"

"The land of the Dongyi people and the land on the south bank of the Great River will belong to us in the future, because we have chariots, gunpowder, and horses! We are not afraid of not having land, nor are we afraid of not having slaves, but we are afraid of not having so many leaders! At that time, you will take a hundred tribesmen like the Wei River, and build a city that belongs to you. Just like here, that is what ambitions should do."

"As for those who become leaders in the future, it is to let you see the hard work of your ancestors through hardships, so that you can know how difficult it is to be leaders, and also to protect the land left by your ancestors."

"This is the first lesson I taught you, my husband. Don't you want everyone to be the leader in the future?"

A large bucket of rotten chicken soup was poured down, and a group of people were lit up when Chen Jian said that his face was clenched, and they clenched their fists, imagining that the day in the future might really be realized.

After Chen Jian poured chicken soup, he said, "Why do you say I am your husband? My parents gave you to me, of course I will not treat you badly. How long do you think it will take to build a city? I also deliberately let you see how long it takes to start from scratch. This is the legend. Otherwise, if you see Xiacheng in the future, you will think who knows how long it has been built by you Xiacheng? Then I will be glorious."

After telling a joke casually, the young people laughed, got off the boat, moving their muscles and bones. Yuemei's eyes were rumbling, looking for traces of the red fish, but she felt that there was no woman here.

Ji Bai saw Chen Jian waved his hand and hurried to Chen Jian. Chen Jian said, "Go and find a few smart people, which shocked these people."

"How can I shake?"

"... Let the Red Fish arrange these. By the way, I will tell the Red Fish by the way, wash those big copper pots and make some delicious."

After Ji Bai left in a hurry, Chen Jian stretched and asked a few people to pack up more than a dozen mud-filled thatched houses as a place to stay for the evening.

Soon after, Ji Bai came back and told Chen Jian whispered. Chen Jian brought people to the near brick wall. The young man was curious about the words on it, and stretched out his hands to gesture. Sometimes he was surprised to recognize some simple pictograms and was very surprised. Chen Jian hugged his arms and waited for the people arranged by Hongyu to come over.

In a moment, two women who had been helping Yuqianer came over and quarreled as they walked, "You're wrong! Eight thousand people, some people divided five kilograms of corn, and some people divided three kilograms of corn, a total of 28,000 kilograms, how can you calculate such a number?"

Another woman said anxiously: "Can I calculate it wrong?"

While speaking, he took out a piece of charcoal from the remaining bonfires on the ground, brushed it a few times and wrote a calculation on the brick wall. After writing, he raised his head and said, "What's wrong? This is just the problem of the same foothills as the geese and sheep when I was building a windmill. When I calculated this, you wouldn't count. I ask you, a few days ago, someone made military contributions and had to divide it into fifty acres of land."

As he said that, he picked up the charcoal and drew a triangle on the wall, saying, "This is the land. The bottom is five hundred steps long and the waist is one hundred steps high. How big should I give it to him?"

The two of them quarreled and calculated, while Chen Jian looked at it with a smile. In fact, there were not many people in the Xiacheng Meeting in the second question, and these were all sample questions he wrote.

It is different in the eyes of this group of young people. Whether it is withdrawing corn or distributing fields, these are things that their family needs to master. It is also through these things that they can become nobles in cities and manage ordinary Chinese people.

They are not a generation that can live a life of death. The facts of bloodline inheritance are now based on family-classification of knowledge inheritance, and it is not yet time for the father to die and the son to succeed.

For them, the first question is hard to solve, and they have never seen the second question. They directly divide the land into square fields, so how can they divide the corner fields?

But the two women in front of me who didn't even have jade on them were just a moment of forgetting it, saying it was so sensible.

After the two women left, a family belonged to the city priest. After savoring the two questions, they couldn't extricate themselves. They felt itchy in their hearts. They lamented that if these two women were in their own city, they were probably also personal characters, but they were so ordinary in Xiacheng?

While still savoring, someone came over and said, "Where is Cuju there, Ji Xia will not go and see it?"

Chen Jian looked at his hands and said, "Let's go and see how the soldiers in Xiacheng play."

Bypassing the big wall, we arrived at the place where the Xiacheng army trained on weekdays. A few people were shooting arrows or throwing marks. It would be fine if they were more accurate, but they had never seen the equipment built by hanging rings, horizontal bars, parallel bars and other equipment. A few black-clothed guards had made three or five playful tricks. Many children in military noble families also widened their eyes. They had to learn archery since childhood, but they had no horses. Seeing a rider pulling his horse's tail and suddenly flipping onto the horse's back, they couldn't help but praise them.

Men are particularly enthusiastic about things they can ride. Whether it is a man or a horse, or a car after a long time, it is the same. It is difficult to control the ups and downs, which will always inspire conquest, and the level of Mercedes-Benz makes people's blood rush.

But there were not many people watching these things, except for them, and the rest were gathering near a venue, shouting loudly, shouting loudly, as if it was even more exciting than the horse galloping.

When they arrived, the young boys were completely attracted. More than a dozen people were playing the modified Cuju drama. The two sides were wearing different colors of clothes, each sweating profusely.

One person was wearing a white shirt holding a Cuju. The people in the same team lined up in the back as a protection. The people in the black shirts shouted in unison, ramming straight towards them as if they were charging. With a bang, the two people twisted into a ball. A few people chased the Cuju. The speed was so fast that several young people were shocked. But the person in the white shirt holding a Cuju was even better. Whenever they were about to be caught, they suddenly turned around, and their bodies turned to the other side as if they were close to the ground. They were as flexible as cats and as fast as deer, which made people heart-wrenching and secretly praised.

This scene is comparable to the battle formation, and even more intense than the battle formation. Su Tang had seen the black-clothed guards in Xiacheng. He thought that the dozen people in the temple cooperated properly, understood each other tacitly, and were extremely brave. If they really attacked the enemy on the battle formation, it would be really hard to stop!

Just as the boys were clenching their fists and looking at them, there was a sudden loud noise and smoke filled the air. It was a shock to the group of people. It turned out that the timer lit a firecracker and signaled the end.

My feelings were not over, but it ended abruptly, and my heart was a little empty.

The most charming woman in Xiacheng is still outside, and there is no one here, and there is no one here in dramas. There is no singing or dancing. Only the army is moving forward. I think these people are not interested, so Chen Jian simply called the two strongest men of the two black guards to fall in front of everyone and think they were happy.

The two of them had swelling muscles, and they were afraid that they would break their clothes when they fell, so they took off their coats. The muscles bulged and they were sweating all over. The sound of me was endless, and sometimes they were mocking sounds such as asking the other party to stand up properly to boost their momentum.

Occasionally, a breeze hits, and the strong smell of sweat comes with the wind. The young boy doesn't care, staring at his opponent who is panting and blushing, and praises him loudly.

Chen Jian laughed twice and said, "I've been doing it for a long time and I'm hungry. Get some food first. Look at other things while eating."

Several large copper pots were carried over, full of soup, and they were lined up nearby. Various tableware were brought in. They were spread on the bottom of the copper pot with charcoal. The newly slaughtered mutton was sliced ​​thinly by a copper knife.

The moldy tofu in the bowl, leek flowers, chopped peppers, cornus powder, vinegar, bean paste... In addition to chili, Chen Jian made a demonstration, picked up a slice of mutton with chopsticks and rinsed it in a copper pot, and a touch of seasoning in the bowl, closed his eyes slightly, satisfying.

Everyone knows that the food in Xiacheng is different, so Chen Jian can be so intoxicated. When he sees the mutton and the leeks are green, he suddenly feels his index fingers move. After trying it, he will praise him.

Then the hot wine was served with sweet and sour tenderloin, maple sour fruit, mustard and fish, various pastries with summer floral flavor, pea yellow, etc. that were fried for the girls one by one.

These relatives and nobles also have hundreds of slaves in their families, and are extremely rich. However, when it comes to food, they are really far from what Chen Jian thought of. They may not have a copper pot for cooking. Besides, there are fewer seasonings in various colors, such as sweet, sweet, bitter and spicy. The meat sauce is delicious, and it is no match for Chen Jian’s carefully prepared tongue tip**.

When they were excited, several people came over carrying several large baskets of earth. Seeing this solemn, they thought it was the final food, so they stood up and surrounded them. Several anxious people pulled open the hay covered on the basket, but were stunned.

It's not something to eat in the earth basket.

There are only a bunch of wooden slips. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!