Chapter 288

"It's not short of rice," Feng Yong smiled. "It's a festival anyway. Tell those Hu people to look at the customs of our Han people. After all, among these people, I don't know how many of them will be registered in the future."

Although there are many more prisoners of war who may die from exhaustion than those who can survive, as long as someone can really meet the standard set by Feng Yong, then he will naturally not be stingy with such a household registration.

After all, this is a relatively closed circle, where Han and Hu live together, so the fusion speed must be very fast.

Therefore, Feng Yong believes that as long as they are properly given some upward channels, there will always be people who will try hard to climb up, and as time goes by, more and more naturalized barbarians will be born.

Among other things, look at these people now, except for the unwilling leader and the elders of the clan, who would want to escape?

"What brother said makes sense, so the little girl will go down and make arrangements."

Guan Ji nodded, then looked at Amei again, "Brother, the matter of hanging wormwood and calamus..."

"Ask Amei to go with you."

Feng Yong understood what Guan Ji meant, nodded, and said to Amei, "Go."

Although he doesn't know much about the Dragon Boat Festival in this era, Feng Yong can guess that this kind of work is usually done by women at home.

In later generations, when he celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival when he was a child, he also saw his grandmother and mother stick mugwort leaves in the door.

Now there are only Guan Ji and A Mei here, so naturally they are the ones to do it.

"Yes, my lord."

Ah Mei glanced at Guan Ji gratefully, then saluted Feng Yong.

"Why did you make your brother angry again?"

Ah Mei followed Guan Ji out of the house and walked to a remote place, Guan Ji just asked a question.

"Miss Guan, the servant girl just saw that the Lord doesn't seem to like eating horn millet today, so I asked a lot."

Amei knew that this lady Guan in front of her was very likely to become her mistress, so she was careful to flatter her on weekdays.

"Brother has a tricky mouth, it's not like you don't know. This cornstarch doesn't suit his taste, so just make something he likes for lunch."

Guan Ji was a little surprised when she heard Ah Mei's words. During breakfast, didn't her brother say that the horn millet was delicious?

Then he suddenly remembered that he had asked without thinking if he and Ah Mui made this cornstarch together, and then he realized, originally, brother said that because he was afraid that I would be jealous!

Thinking of this, Guan Ji felt a little sweetness in her heart at the same time.

"Put in the mugwort leaves and calamus first, and you will wash the millet later, and I will call the women who can make horn millet."

After the two finished planting the mugwort leaves and calamus, Amei was sent by Guan Ji to wash the millet, while Guan Ji went around and returned to Feng Yong's study.

"Hey, San Niang, why is it you? Are you done with your work outside?"

Feng Yong opened the door, saw Guan Ji standing pretty at the door, and asked with some doubts.

Guan Ji walked into the room, closed the door, looked at Feng Yong, blinked and said, "Little sister suddenly remembered that I have something to give to my brother."

"what?"

Feng Yong looked at him with beautiful eyes, and there was tenderness in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

Could it be that Guan Ji is thinking about it?

Feng Tubie swallowed, I figured it out a long time ago!

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to pull Guan Ji.

Guan Ji took the initiative to hold Feng Yong's hand.

Feng Yong was overjoyed and was about to make a move.

Guan Ji said softly, "Brother, don't move around."

Guan Ji picked up the clothes from Feng Yong's arm, somehow there were two ribbons in her hand, and she tied one of them lightly to his arm.

"This is……"

Feng Tubie was taken aback.

"This is a thread of longevity. Brother, you know, the Fifth Festival is about avoiding evil spirits."

"To avoid evil? Sanniang and Amei went to the door and planted mugwort leaves and calamus. Isn't that just to ward off evil?"

"It's always good to avoid more."

Guan Ji explained, after tying it, she pulled Feng Yong's other arm, and tied the remaining ribbon as before.

"This is Pi Bing Shao. Tie your arms with colored silk on the fifth day of the heavy festival. It can avoid ghosts and military disasters, and it can also prevent people from getting sick and plague."

Guan Ji took Feng Yong's hand and said softly, "Little sister only wishes that brother can live a long and safe life."

Feng Tubie's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he thought to himself that I might have misunderstood it?

"San Niang really has a heart."

After the embarrassment of the thick-skinned Feng Tubie, he felt a little moved again.

"Eating horn millet on a five-day diet can be regarded as avoiding evil spirits." Guan Ji said, "Since my brother doesn't like to eat horn millet, the younger sister has to help him tie colored silk to avoid evil spirits."

Having said that, he smiled again, and said with some regret, "Speaking of which, if there is wine, you can drink calamus after soaking it, and you can also avoid plague."

"What about San Niang? Do you want me to tie it for you?"

When Feng Tubie heard it, hey, there is such a custom? How do I not know?

Isn't this a good opportunity to take advantage?

Guan Ji still didn't know the little thoughts in Feng Yong's heart, and she looked at him with a half-smile, "Little sister is not like my elder brother who doesn't like corn millet. When I eat breakfast, I eat several. Woolen cloth."

Feng Yong let out a "tsk" and thought, it's boring for you to do this.

"Who said I don't like cornstarch? That stupid girl, Amei, can't even cook cornstarch. How can I eat it?"

Feng Yong argued.

Shake the pot, you must shake the pot.

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I didn't do it well.

"What else can Jiaomi do? Isn't it all made like that? Amei is also very handy. In order not to make Jiaomi feel miserable, she asked many women, and then she made the Aixiang horn." Mi. I didn’t expect to get such an evaluation from my brother.”

There are five heavy festivals to go, Guan Ji sometimes has free time, and will make preparations with Amei. Naturally, he knew how much thought Amei had put in for his brother's food and clothing.

"If you don't do it well, you don't do it well," Feng Yong naturally refused to admit that he looked down on the zongzi of this era, and waved his hands, "When I make you a horn millet, you will know what the real horn millet tastes like. "

"Elder brother doesn't mention it, my younger sister has forgotten that elder brother has learned the art of easy teeth."

Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled again, "It's just that no matter what you do with this horned millet, isn't it still the same? Is it possible that brother can still make flowers?"

"San Niang, don't you believe me, maybe I can really make flowers."

Feng Yong said with confidence.

A brownie without a dispute between the sweet party and the salty party is not a good brownie.

"Anyway, I'm off today, so I'll let Sanniang see what a real horn millet is."

Guan Ji knew that this elder brother was open-minded by nature, he never cared about other people's opinions, and he often cooked by himself in the past, so he was not surprised to hear what he said.

"Okay brother, my little sister is just talking casually, why do you take it seriously?" Guan Ji dissuaded, "Brother doesn't like to eat that horn millet, so it's fine if you don't eat it. My little sister has already asked Ah Mei to eat it during lunch. Make more food that brother likes to eat."