The most arrogant in history

Chapter 822: Sad Autumn Song.

Ye Kun is more in favor of Lao Ma's work ideas.

But this guy is too old and in poor health, so there is no way to reuse him.

Judging from his age, he should be over 65.

Even in later generations, people of this age would have retired for several years.

Old Ma smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I don't ask for promotion. As long as I can improve the agriculture and animal husbandry of Xinlong City, I will be satisfied."

Ye Kun asked: "Old Ma, how old are you this year?"

"Your Majesty, I am sixty-five years old."

"How many sons and grandchildren are there in the family? What are they doing?"

"I have four sons, one of whom died. The remaining three were exiled here with me. The third son followed me and became my assistant. He also went to the farm with me today. I will have him meet the emperor later.

The other two sons, who usually herd and raise horses, are in the city at this moment.

I have eleven grandsons and six granddaughters. Half of them are now adults, working as herders or in wool factories or goat dairy factories. The younger ones are still studying.”

“So, it’s a big family.”

Ye Kun nodded: "Has your third son learned your skills?"

Old Ma smiled and said, "Although my son is not smart, he is hardworking and down-to-earth. He follows me to take care of me."

"Since you have a son to take care of, I can still promote you."

Ye Kun looked out the window and said, "When I get to the farm, I'll take a look at your specific work results and then decide how to arrange you. I'll continue northward, and you and your son will follow me. Along the way, I'll listen to your suggestions for other places."

Old Ma was extremely terrified and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the promotion."

Soon, we arrived at the farm.

Ye Kun got off the carriage and braved the wind and snow to inspect the chicken farm and pig farm here.

The pig farm is not large, with only a few rows of stone houses and a low pigpen.

Old Ma wrapped his clothes tightly, followed Ye Kun, and introduced:

"Your Majesty, the temperature in the north is very low, so building a low pigpen is good for keeping warm in winter. This pig farm has a total of sixty pigpens, and each pigpen can raise about five pigs. The annual output is about three hundred pigs.

There are also private households raising pigs in the city. Together, they can barely guarantee the pork supply of Xinlong City. Of course, people here eat more beef and mutton, and less pork. "

Ye Kun nodded and went to see the chicken farm.

The chicken farm is the same, made of stones, with a wooden lid on top, covered with thatch, then covered with mud and then thatch.

There are about three thousand chickens in the chicken farm.

It's quite clean.

There are some low houses around the farm, which serve as dormitories for the people who stay behind.

Ye Kun looked around and asked, "Who are the people left behind here? Can their safety be guaranteed in the ice and snow?"

"Among these people, some are veterans who have settled down here. Some are exiled prisoners who are serving here."

Old Ma sighed softly: "The new prisoners have to stay here for a year or two before they can be transferred back to the city to settle down."

As they were talking, the sound of a piano came from a low house in the distance.

In the ice and snow, the sound of the piano seems particularly desolate.

Ye Kun listened attentively, and heard a woman's singing voice coming with the wind:

"My family married me to a faraway place, to a foreign country, the King of Wusun. I live in a yurt with felt walls, eat meat and drink milk. I miss my hometown and feel sad. I wish I could be a yellow crane and return to my hometown..."

The faces of the people accompanying him all changed.

This is a sad song called "Song of Sad Autumn".

A Han princess was forced to marry into the Wusun Kingdom because of a marriage alliance organized by the imperial court and became the queen of the Wusun King.

She wrote this song because she missed her hometown.

Ye Kun stood in the snow and was silent for a long time before asking, "Who is this woman playing the piano and singing?"

Old Ma whispered, "The girl who plays the piano followed her father and her family into exile here. Her father, Gu Sizhi, was originally the governor of Wuling County, but was dismissed and exiled for corruption. Two years ago, her family came here. The girl who plays the piano is only about sixteen or seventeen years old and is still unmarried. Her name seems to be... Gu Liuguang."

"Really? Let's go check it out."

Ye Kun was in a trance for a moment, then walked towards the low house where the piano sound came from.

Huo Qing rushed forward two steps, ready to order the people in the room to come out and greet him.

However, Ye Kun stopped Huo Qing, waved his hand, and went there alone.

The stone house is still two hundred meters away.

Walking closer, Ye Kun looked around carefully. There were seven stone houses here, which were very simple.

Ye Kun raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door, and asked softly: "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

The wooden door opened.

A thinly dressed woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with her hair simply tied behind her head, looked at Ye Kun in surprise: "Uncle, where did you come from in this snowstorm?"

The woman has an average appearance, neither pretty nor ugly.

His eyes were lively, yet timid.

Ye Kun smiled and said, "I am a passerby. I heard someone playing the piano and singing. I was moved and came to visit. Excuse me, young lady, was it you who played the piano just now?"

The girl lowered her eyes and said calmly, "I don't know how to play, it's an insult to your ears."

"No, you play very well."

Ye Kun looked back and said, "Is there anyone else at home? The snow is too strong right now. If it's convenient, I want to go inside to hide from the snow for a while."

"Uncle, please come in."

The girl made way, looked at the inner room and said, "My father is at home. Allow me to ask him to come and keep the guests company."

Just then, a man's voice came from the inner room: "Liu Guang, who is talking?"

"A customer passing by, an old man, said he wanted to hide from the snow for a while."

"Hurry up and let the guests sit down. Boil a pot of water for tea. I'll be up soon."

In the room, there was the sound of someone putting on clothes.

In the main room, there is a small stove, which is made by the imperial court and burns honeycomb coal.

Ye Kun didn't sit down either, but looked at the stone house.

This family should have quite a few people, and the house is quite tidy.

Of course, there was no furniture.

There were footsteps, and Gu Liuguang's father came out, clasping his fists and saying, "Where are you from, sir? I'm sorry, I'm still sleeping."

"There's no need to get up early in this snowy weather. Sleeping a little longer will be good for your health." Ye Kun smiled.

"This brother... when you smile, you look so familiar."

Gu Sizhi frowned and looked at Ye Kun, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Ye Kun waved his hand: "You and I are destined to meet, why do we have to know each other before? My face looks quite common, and I look similar to everyone."

Gu Sizhi laughed, raised his hand and said, "Please take a seat, guest."

In fact, Gu Sizhi had seen Ye Kun’s portrait on a silver dollar, so he felt that he looked familiar.

But Ye Kun came alone, and Gu Sizhi could never have dreamed that the person in front of him was the emperor.

The hard laborers on the farm had no idea that the emperor was going on a northern tour.

Ye Kun sat down by the stove, took a cup of tea, and nodded in thanks.

Gu Sizhi smiled and said, "Did you take the wrong road? We are on a farm, not Xinlong City. It's still 40 miles to Xinlong City."

Ye Kun shook his head: "I came from Xinlong City and wanted to see the snow scenery on the prairie. Unknowingly, I walked here?"