"It's not bad for this little rice," Feng Yong smiled, "It's the festival after all. Let those barbarians also take a look at our Han customs. After all, among these people, I don't know how many people will need to register in the future."
Although many more prisoners of war may die from exhaustion than those who can survive, as long as someone can really meet the standards 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 people live together, so the integration speed must be very fast.
Therefore, Feng Yong believes that as long as they are given some appropriate channels to rise, there will always be people who work hard to climb up, and as time goes by, more and more Hu people will be naturalized.
Apart from anything else, look at these people now. Except for the unwilling leader and the elders of the tribe, who would think about running away?
"What brother said makes sense, then little sister will go down and make arrangements."
Guan Ji nodded and looked at Amei again, "Brother, what about hanging mugwort and calamus..."
"Ask Amei to go with you."
Feng Yong understood what Guan Ji meant, nodded, and said to Amei, "Go."
Although he didn't know much about the Dragon Boat Festival in this era, Feng Yong could guess that this kind of work was usually done by women at home.
In later generations, when he was a child and celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival, he also saw his grandmother and mother putting mugwort leaves on the door.
Now there are only Guan Ji and Amei here, so naturally it is up to them to take action.
"Yes, my lord."
Amei glanced at Guan Ji gratefully, then saluted Feng Yong.
"Why did you make your brother angry again?"
Amei followed Guan Ji out of the house and walked to a remote place. Only then did Guan Ji ask.
"Ms. Guan, I just saw that my master didn't seem to like eating corn millet today, so I asked more questions."
Amei knew that the lady Guan in front of her was very likely to become her mistress, so she was careful to flatter her on weekdays.
"Brother is very naughty, you don't know that. This corn millet doesn't suit his taste. Just make something he likes for lunch."
Guan Ji was a little surprised when she heard what Amei said. During breakfast, didn't her brother say that the corn millet was delicious?
Then he suddenly remembered that he had once asked in a confused way whether he and Amei made the corn millet together, and then he realized that originally, my brother was afraid that I would have a grudge, so he said that!
Thinking like this, Guan Ji felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.
"Put in the moxa leaves and calamus first. You can wash the millet later, and I'll summon the women who know how to make millet."
After the two finished planting moxa leaves and calamus, Amei was sent by Guan Ji to wash the millet, while Guan Ji walked around in a circle and returned to Feng Yong's study door.
"Hey, Sanniang, why is it you? Are you finished working outside?"
Feng Yong opened the door and saw Guan Ji standing pretty at the door, and asked with some confusion.
Guan Ji walked into the room, closed the door, looked at Feng Yong, blinked and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to give to my brother."
"what?"
Feng Yong looked at the beauty looking at him with her beautiful eyes, and there was a tenderness in her eyes, and his heart could not help but beat wildly.
Could it be that Guan Ji is thinking too much?
Feng Tuchel swallowed his saliva, I had figured it out a long time ago!
Thinking this, he stretched out his hand to pull Guan Ji.
Guan Ji took the initiative to hold Feng Yong's hand.
Feng Yong felt happy and was about to take action.
Guan Ji could only be heard saying softly, "Brother, please don't move."
I saw Guan Ji picking up the clothes on Feng Yong's arm. There were two more colorful ribbons in his hand, and she gently tied one of them to his arm.
"This is……"
Feng Tibi was stunned.
"This is a lifeline. As you know, brother, the Double Five Festival is about avoiding evil spirits."
"To ward off evil spirits? Sanniang and Amei went to the door and planted mugwort leaves and calamus. Isn't that to ward off evil spirits?"
"It's always good to avoid it more."
Guan Ji explained, and after tying it, she took Feng Yong's other arm and tied the remaining ribbon.
"This is a soldier's shao. Tie the two arms with colorful silk in five knots to avoid ghosts and war disasters, and also prevent people from getting sick."
Guan Ji held Feng Yong's hand and said softly, "My little sister only wishes that my brother will be safe and live a long life."
Feng Tubiao's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he thought to himself that I might have made a mistake?
"Sanniang is really thoughtful."
After the shameless Feng Tubiao was embarrassed, he felt a little moved in his heart.
"Eating corn millet during the fifth diet can be regarded as warding off evil spirits." Guan Ji said, "My brother doesn't like eating corn millet, so my little sister has no choice but to help him tie colorful silk to ward off evil spirits."
At this point, he smiled again and said with some regret, "Speaking of which, if you have wine, you can soak calamus in your food and drink, and you can avoid the plague."
"What about Sanniang? Do you want me to tie it up for you too?"
When Feng Tibi heard this, he thought, "Oh, there is such a custom? How come I didn't know about it?"
Isn't this a good opportunity to take advantage?
Guan Ji didn't know what Feng Yong was thinking. Her eyes immediately turned around and she looked at him with a half-smile, "My little sister doesn't like to eat corn millet like my elder brother. I ate several of them during breakfast."
Woolen cloth."
Feng Yong said "tsk" and thought to himself, it's boring for you to do this.
"Who said I don't like to eat corn millet? Amei, that stupid girl, can't even cook corn millet, how can I eat it?"
Feng Yong argued.
To shirk the blame, you must shirk the blame.
It's not that I don't like to eat it, it's just that it's not cooked well.
"How else can the horned millet be made? Isn't it all made like that? Amei is also very skillful. In order to prevent the horned millet from suffering, she even asked many women to make the Ai Xiangjiao.
Xiaomi. I didn’t expect to receive such a comment from my brother.”
To celebrate the Chongwu Festival, Guan Ji would sometimes make preparations with Amei when she had free time. Naturally, she knew how much thought Amei put into her brother's food and clothing.
"If it's not done well, it's not done well." Feng Yong naturally refused to admit that he looked down on the rice dumplings of this era, so he waved his hand, "When I make you a corner millet, you will know what the real horn millet tastes like.
"
"If you don't mention my brother, my little sister has forgotten that your brother has specialized in the art of Yi Ya."
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled again, "It's just that no matter how you make the corn millet, it still looks the same. Is it possible that my brother can still make flowers?"
"Sanniang, don't you believe it, maybe I can actually make flowers."
Feng Yong said with confidence.
Zongzi without the dispute between sweet and salty people is not a good zongzi.
"Anyway, I have a rest today, so I will show Sanniang what a real horned millet is."
Guan Ji knew that this brother was open-minded by nature and never cared about other people's opinions. He often cooked by himself in the past, so she was not surprised when she heard him say this.
"Okay brother, the little sister is just talking casually, why does the brother take it seriously?" Guan Ji dissuaded, "Brother doesn't like to eat the corn millet, so just don't eat it. The little sister has already called Amei for lunch.