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Datong, Gui Xuesheng came in person.

Of course, there was another convoy beside him.

The flag hanging there is that of Prince Dance.

The two convoys were asked to stop at the post station south of Datong City.

As soon as they got off the car, they saw a steady stream of food and fodder moving south along the wooden tracks on the side of the road where they were staying.

These grains will be transported to a small town north of Yanmen Mountain Road in the shortest possible time, and then allocated and transferred according to the situation.

"The wooden rails of Yan State cost a lot of money. It's a pity that they can afford such a cost."

One of Wang Ziwu's subordinates, a man named Qiong Hu, folded his arms and said with a look of disdain.

He is the leader of Prince Dance's team this time. His ancestors came from Youqiong clan of Dongyi. Through ancestral marriage, they entered the Tufang tribe along with the women who married into the tribe.

After being passed down for a few years, the family branched out and grew into his generation, who became the patriarch of a small tribe.

Moreover, he was promoted only in recent years through the expansion of the earthwork.

But after he was promoted, he had many complaints about the State of Yan. One could even say that his complaints were just to please Wang Ziwu.

The last time the Turkish and Yan allied forces attacked the Yourong clan, Wang Ziwu suffered too much "humiliation" and hated the Yan State deeply.

In order to please Wang Ziwu, she also did the same to him.

He said too much. Even if Wang Ziwu was not around, he couldn't help but say something sarcastic: "With this time and energy, you might as well use it to cultivate two more acres of land."

As soon as this was said, many people around him agreed happily and started to speak out.

Gui Xuesheng ignored him and stared at the rail car and its wheels. They were made of two-year-old hardwood with grooves of similar size cut in the middle, and then the whole wheels were buried in the ground.

During the spring operation, the roads should have been muddy and difficult to travel on, but with wooden tracks as the base, the entire transport team did not need to worry about the impact of ruts, and the transportation efficiency along the wooden tracks was greatly improved.

It is equivalent to installing guide rails on the wheels to reduce the impact of wheel friction and prevent muddy land conditions from disrupting road transportation.

Of course, these can only be used for about three years. After three years, these wooden rails have to be replaced, otherwise they will inevitably rot.

But at this moment, the group of people around him were still talking, and suddenly a few postmen came over, and after hearing this, they sneered: "Vulgar man! We in Yan State, even slaves, can harvest 2,000 kilograms of grain a year. How much more land do we need to cultivate to ensure that we are well fed?
If you have this much free time, you might as well think about eating well, dressing well and using good things.

Building a wooden track does not take much time and effort, but it can greatly improve transportation efficiency and extend the actual control of our Yan State further.

I am not like you, who are nothing outside of Taiyuan."

"you!"

Someone understood and wanted to get mad on the spot. However, it was someone on Gui Xuesheng's side, so he held him down and said, "Stop talking nonsense and go get the horses to rest!"

The man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Gui Xuesheng continued, "This is Yan's territory, don't cause trouble. Besides, he spoke in Yan dialect, so it's obvious that he didn't intend for us to know. It would be ugly if there was a commotion."

With that said, they could only sigh.

The person who spoke earlier, on the other hand, looked at Gui Xuesheng and smiled kindly: "He is a reasonable person."

"Thank you for preparing the food." Gui Xuesheng remained polite as ever and handed over the customs documents and travel pass.

The man took it and compared the guests one by one, then began to write on the bamboo slips, and soon he wrote one and handed it to them: "This is your meal ticket.

Because it is a time of military deployment, everyone, even the merchants passing by, must eat food according to their level of trade to maintain their condition. So, you are lucky to be able to eat stir-fried vegetables and tofu. "

"I know how to cook, but what is tofu?" Gui Xuesheng asked curiously.

"Tofu and pork soup," the postmaster replied, "add some scallions and ginger, it tastes pleasant. This pig is also extraordinary, it needs to be castrated from a young age, fed with grass, flowers and leaves, and when it grows to about ten weeks old, it needs to be fed with bran, mixed and cooked, and then fed. It takes two years to get meat without fishy smell.

This type of pig farming is also called meat-flavored pig. One pound of meat can be exchanged for about five pounds of millet."

Upon hearing this, Gui Xuesheng became even more curious.

He was led into the post station and sat down.

This time, Qiong Hu didn't say anything nonsense. After all, the post station was a two-story building. The wide ground in the middle was paved with red bricks, and the caulking was the product of a simple baking mixture of lime, sand and gravel.

A type of cement that is evenly stirred after being mixed with water. It is a bit sticky and is suitable for moisture-proofing and filling joints, but not suitable for paving walls.

But even so, paving the floor with red bricks is still a luxury.

Qiong Hu could only watch. Although he was a small chief, he could not handle such a scene.

However, there was a post station on the outskirts of Datong County, with only twenty or so people working and living in better places than his chief's house, but he still didn't have the confidence to make a sarcastic sound.

"Come on, make way, the food is here!"

The stir-fry was served.

"A dish of braised chicken with soy sauce, tofu and soy sauce."

"A dish of fried chicken with leeks."

"A dish of pork and radish stewed in soy sauce."

"And a bowl of tofu and pork soup."

"The last is corn rice."

The postman served the dishes and introduced them, saying, "Three dishes and one soup. Please enjoy your meal."

After saying that, they went to their respective seats and gathered together to eat the same meal.

Qionghu took a glance and was about to reach out to grab it when he saw Gui Xuesheng take out chopsticks and a spoon, pour the soup into the bowl and said, "If you don't mind the heat, you can try it." Qionghu's face changed slightly, and he looked at the table not far away. Several postmen glanced at him with disdain in their eyes, and then started to eat with their own bowls and chopsticks.

Some people even laughed impolitely: "Barbarians."

The chain of contempt is everywhere.

Qionghu looked gloomy, looked around at his appearance, and said carefully: "Let's use a spoon."

Qiong Hu picked up the spoon that Gui Xuesheng had used, and then imitated Gui Xuesheng to pour the soup. When it was about 80% full, he picked up the bowl to take a sip, and his eyes lit up.

He was able to restrain himself, but the people around him, after tasting it, immediately started to grunt and eat without restraint, not even minding the heat.

After a while, they even started fighting over the braised eggs.

"mine!"

"You've already eaten one!"

"Asshole! Put it down! This is mine!"

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Gui Xuesheng remained calm and composed. He used the serving chopsticks to fill his bowl with vegetables, and then got some corn rice.

No matter which action it was, compared with Qiong Hu and the others, it was simply exquisite to the extreme.

Proper etiquette, no mistake.

Of course, his etiquette is more complicated because he learned it from "The Rites of Food" written by Xin Qu.

The etiquette and laws were written to torment the nobles.

You have to live according to the class order of your class. Of course, the first generation is just peasants and no one cares, but the second and third generations are different.

Unlike the State of Yan, which regressed to a tribal state and then fought its way back, the Yougui clan was one of the Yao clans in Shanxi and one of the important aristocratic tribes in Shanxi.

He, Gui Xuesheng, is the young patriarch and the future heir of the Gui family, a true noble.

Therefore, he is proficient in the etiquette and customs of many countries. After all, when you go out, if you don't respect their national etiquette, it is easy to cause conflicts and jokes.

Therefore, when he came to Yan State, he naturally used Yan etiquette, and the gathering etiquette of Yan State.

Xinqu felt very bored when he was writing the etiquette and originally did not want to write about food etiquette. However, later, because dysentery broke out in the tribe due to many people eating together, he suddenly realized that perhaps the concept of hygiene could be mixed into it. So he thoughtfully divided the food etiquette into three sets: separate dining etiquette, group eating etiquette, and picnic etiquette.

The etiquette of sharing meals is naturally the etiquette of noble gentlemen. It is a typical variation of Zhouli, with various concepts of utensils.

The etiquette for eating together is something that everyone must follow. It emphasizes that disease comes from the mouth, so people have to use serving chopsticks and not eat with their hands.

It can be said that it directly and clearly distinguishes the difference between civilization and barbarism.

As for the etiquette of picnics, it is necessary not to eat rotten food easily, remember to put out the fire when making a stove, boil the water, etc.

Even the lowest-ranking slaves, if they wanted to become citizens of Yan, had to accept the cleansing of this set of etiquette and laws.

Therefore, when the Yan State saw this group of people scrambling to eat like pigs, they were disdainful.

Food etiquette is an important part of the etiquette of the Yan State and is one of the differences between humans and barbarians. As a result, because the eggs were so delicious, a group of people directly rushed to grab the braised eggs.

They even had a fight.

If this isn’t barbarism, then what is?
Eat as much as you can. If it’s not enough, ask for more. Is that necessary?
Gui Xuesheng finished eating.

And his speed was not slow at all. After all, he felt uncomfortable being stared at by a group of people below.

"Delicious. Postmaster, your Yan Kingdom's stir-fry is indeed unique and extraordinary. I just wonder if you can pass on the secret recipe to others?" Gui Xuesheng stood up and walked to the counter, and asked the postmaster who was sitting on a bench using an abacus.

"Want to learn?" The postmaster casually took a ten-page document from the side without even looking up, and slapped it on the table. "There are twenty Xin Tong Bao coins. There are also recipes for stone pots, casserole pots, and tripods. Although they are not as useful as iron pots, they can be used for practice."

Gui Xuesheng picked it up and saw the words “Thirty Imperial Recipes” on the title page.

Thirty dishes and twenty Tongbao coins?

Gui Xuesheng touched his waist bag, took out a string of Tongbao coins, untied the string, counted out thirty coins, and placed them on the table: "Buy it."

The postmaster looked up and revealed a happy expression: "No problem! If you need an iron pot, you can send someone to Peking on the first and fifteenth day of every month. There is an auction house there that auctions off ten iron pots every month.

A good iron pot can be used for one to three years, and its price is not cheap. The cheapest one costs at least 6,000 kilograms of millet.

However, compared with the time a few years ago when it cost tens of thousands of kilograms of millet to buy one bite, it is much cheaper.

After all, Bei Bo said that it would take fifty years for iron pots to become popular in every household.

So buy early and enjoy early, buy late and you won’t lose out.”

"Thank you for your advice." A hint of joy flashed in Gui Xuesheng's eyes.

Six thousand kilograms of millet can buy an iron pot?
It’s cheap!
Just thinking about the taste of stir-fry is worth it!

But this price made Qionghu, who was eavesdropping nearby, shocked.

The taxes he collected from the tribe and his own farmland each year were only about 6,000 kilograms of millet.

In the end, there was only enough money to buy a cooking pot!

And it can only be used for one to three years. The wealth of Yan State is far beyond imagination!

As expected, the State of Yan is indeed a wealthy country. (End of this chapter)