The clan leader was a little skeptical after hearing this. He had watched Jingzhi grow up since he was a child. Although he was a little naughty and liked to be lazy, it shouldn't be that serious, right?
"Uncle Nine, aren't you being too serious?"
"Serious?" Uncle Jiu glanced at him calmly, "Anyway, I'm old and have lived enough. It doesn't matter to me."
"You, and the kids in the village, who can say for sure?"
Uncle Jiu is the wisest elder in the village. The clan leader usually consults him about anything he wants to do.
He was a little scared when he heard Uncle Jiu's serious words.
"No, no way, Uncle Jiu, are you saying this on purpose to scare me? Are you blaming me for secretly letting Jingzhi go?"
"Humph," Uncle Jiu said, "Do you think I want to think that?"
"Where are the caravans in our area? Even if there are, they're mostly peddlers from the surrounding cities. These people can barely support themselves, so how can they possibly afford to recruit outsiders?"
"Jing Zhi said there was a big caravan. Do you believe this nonsense?"
The clan leader was sweating profusely after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, and he really regretted it at this time.
"No," he insisted through gritted teeth, "No, I've watched this child grow up. He doesn't have any bad intentions. Even if he does, they're only directed at outsiders."
Uncle Jiu closed his eyes slightly and ignored the other person.
When the clan leader saw his appearance, he knew that Uncle Jiu was chasing people away. He left Uncle Jiu's residence and walked on the road in a daze.
As soon as I got home, I heard someone happily saying, "Dad! Dad!"
The clan leader was already upset, and hearing his shouting made him even more annoyed, "Why are you shouting? Your father is not deaf yet!"
The patriarch's eldest son walked without stopping, his smile unchanged as he asked excitedly, "Dad! Guess who brought this thing back?"
He was holding a hide bag that was bulging with stuff.
"Who?" He was stunned, and then he thought of that possibility, and the sadness between his brows relaxed.
"Jingzhi is back?!"
He knew it, he knew that this kid wasn't that kind of person!
The clan leader hurriedly pushed his son away and looked around outside. When he saw no one, he could only turn back in disappointment and ask:
"Where's Jingzhi? Why can't I see him?"
The eldest son of the clan leader: "..."
"Dad, Jingzhi only brought something back. Someone just brought something to the entrance of our village and was seen by the sentry."
"The man put down his things, gave a message and left."
"What did Jingzhi say?" the patriarch grabbed his eldest son's arm and asked.
"He said everything is fine and told Dad and us not to worry."
"No more?"
“It’s gone.”
Feeling more at ease, the patriarch finally had time to ask his other sons about what was in the animal skin bag.
The patriarch's eldest son quickly opened the animal skin bag, revealing the dry biscuits inside.
"This is?"
"Dad! These are cakes made of grain!"
"The person who helped Jingzhi deliver the things said that these are cakes made from wheat ground into flour. To grind the wheat into flour, you need to make two more." He paused and made a circular shape with his hands.
"It must be this big of a stone, with two stones grinding up and down, that can grind the wheat so finely, and then steam it into this kind of cake."
The patriarch took a piece of bread and put it under his nose to smell it. His son immediately asked, "Dad, doesn't it smell good?"
They also grow wheat, but it is too difficult to grow, let alone grind it into such a fine grain. Where would they have the time for that?
Their staple food is beans, and they usually only eat bean rice.
He slapped away his son's outstretched hand and asked, "What are you doing?" The patriarch looked at him warily.
The clan leader's son said aggrievedly, "Dad, what are you doing? I just smelled it. If I really wanted to eat it, I would have secretly eaten it on the way here."
When the patriarch heard this, he realized that he had overreacted.
But his father's dignity made him unwilling to bow his head, so he just kept a straight face and said, "Okay, go back to work."
"No, there's one more thing."
He quickly dug out a few mushrooms from under the pile of pancakes.
"This thing is edible, Jingzhi said so."
"Isn't this a poisonous mushroom?" The patriarch was so heartbroken when he saw the mushrooms and the pancakes in contact with each other that he almost bled. He quickly took out all the pancakes and put them aside, and patted the pancakes that had been in contact with the mushrooms.
"No," the clan leader's son said, "Jingzhi said this is edible. It's called a mushroom. Some are indeed poisonous and can cause diarrhea or even death, but this one is edible."
"Really?" The patriarch picked up a piece curiously and looked at it carefully.
"How would I know? Anyway, Jingzhi said that the nobles were eating it. I thought that if they can eat it, then we can eat it too."
The clan leader was a little confused, so after driving the people away, he came to find Uncle Nine with the things.
When Uncle Jiu learned that these were things sent back by An Jingzhi, he was greatly surprised.
Why did you ask people to send these two things back for no reason? Did you want them to imitate them and then sell them?
…
It wasn't because An Jingzhi was stingy that he only sent back mushrooms and wheat cakes, but because the original owner said that he was going to do business with a big businessman, so he couldn't just send back a bunch of gold and silver.
The wheat cakes could help them improve their lives and prove that they were living a good life. As for mushrooms, they were everywhere in the mountains and could provide them with another edible plant.
As for whether they had made a mistake, An Jingzhi believed that with his original object as a reference, those villagers were definitely more cautious than he imagined.
As for Uncle Jiu's idea of having them imitate and sell it, he really didn't mean that.
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