The old patriarch squeezed out a smile and looked at Gu Xiang comfortably. His eyes seemed to be coaxing a willful little baby who was willing to tolerate this willful one.

Gu Xiang was amused by him.

"Don't worry, the villagers from all over the country are of some care, but they are not stupid. As long as they don't really reach that level, most people are happy and will not be willing to accept the turbulence and ups and downs."

This is very good.

The old patriarch nodded. But the situation outside is tense now, I am afraid that everyone will be bullied and do irrational things.

Just talking about that pot of mutton soup, when it was really boiling, the old patriarch thought that he was afraid... there was no particularly good way to stop it.

Gu Ji has been open for a while and is well-known in the Shouling world, especially the various pickled vegetables produced by Gu Ji. Sometimes they are priceless, especially when the weather is good, and when there are customers from other places and customers come and go, the guests who are fighting for their pickled vegetables can fight, so they will not be bleeding, and may temporarily turn against each other.

After all, the pickled vegetables of "Gu Ji" can be kept properly and can be kept for a long time without changing the flavor. It is an excellent road dish.

Anyone who wants to travel far, such as those soldiers who travel to business and send letters at various post stations, has to leave their hometowns to study in other places, or go to Beijing to take the exam, most of them have to bring some pickled vegetables from Gu Ji to make road dishes before leaving home.

Before the provincial examination this spring, Gu Xiang was very busy and was about to go to Beijing again, but she still customized a lot of new top dishes for Gu Ji. In fact, she didn't have much effort. After all, she was very busy, just changing the original Gu Ji snack to the packaging.

Each package contains small custom cards, which draw the famous manors of talented men from all dynasties in fine brushwork, and the works, poems, or articles of these talented men are written in the north.

In addition to these, there are also limited versions of the Zhuzi Mobao of the emperors of this dynasty. Of course, none of them are important Zhuzi. Most of them are funny words from His Majesty and his ministers.

But even this is enough to make people excited.

Gu Xiang knew this, thanks to the strong help from the several Chazis left by the Imperial City Department, he heard that afterwards, Li Changsui promoted Chazis and transferred them back to the capital, and even his salary increased a lot... It can be seen that they are all good children with a wink and sensible and capable attitude.

In short, there are many famous dishes in "Gu Ji", but the most famous ones are ordinary pickled vegetables and other products. Whether it is the various pickled cucumber strips, pickled ginger slices, pickled radish slices, etc. that are only given away but not sold, or the specially sold pickled fish and shrimp, cured meat, meat sauce, fermented bean curd, chili sauce, etc., many people have never used the "Gu Ji" and have never bought these things specifically. I have heard of them.

This time, Gu Xiang said he wanted to celebrate and promote it. He wanted to do it immediately. He held a meeting on the farm and worked together to make a large number of easy-to-preserve pickled vegetables, cured meat, pickled eggs and other items, which were delivered to the surrounding townships at a fair price. The vendors did not forget to promote the great harvest of Guzhuang this year.

Soon, ten days later, on October 29th, Guzhuang was going to hold a celebration meeting, and invited all the villagers from all villages to attend. As long as they came to participate, all the news of gifts spread in various villages.

Fifty miles outside Gu Village, inside the small inn next to the official road.

Both soldiers with different expressions were like soldiers. They sat at the table and looked at the half bottle of chili sauce on the table, their faces were a little strange.

"A Yin, you are today..."

"Same, I dressed up as a passing merchant to Xiaoguojia Village. As soon as I talked about the great harvest in Guzhuang, the villagers were excited, as if I was the one who was not well-informed and finally knew. Everyone knew that, and the harvest in their mouths was even more powerful than what we said."

The two soldiers twitched their lips and shook their heads for a while, "Forget it, let's save trouble."

Their wish to brag about Gu Zhuang is only arousing jealousy and envy. Now all the statements are so great that people can't even think about it or believe it.

It just so happened that there were two passers-by villagers resting, and their voices were quite loud - "Tsk, if it is true, Guzhuang would really collect the food and some chickens, ducks, fish and meat, that would be the appearance of the gods. I immediately went to Guzhuang to ask for some soil and sprinkle them in my fields. Maybe I could get the favor of the gods so that I could also get the joy."

The two soldiers heard this and looked at each other, and couldn't help but agree. If Gu Zhuang's harvest was really like the legend now, then it was indeed only for God to give him food, which was beyond the reach of manpower.

As hawkers spread everywhere, there are also various rap artists who directly adapted the harvest of Guzhuang into a particularly mysterious story and sang it everywhere. It seems that everyone in the world knows that Guzhuang, a small village in the poor mountain village that was inconspicuous in previous years, is now rich and full of oil. Every household has a grain of grain and a variety of meat every day. Nowadays, villagers do not like fat meat, only lean meat, and even eating chicken ducks, not to mention chicken butts, they don’t eat big chicken skin. It is said that eating chicken skin is not healthy enough.

All kinds of sayings are like a fairy tale.

Those who were responsible for fanning the flames and spreading rumors... were very ignorant for a while. They suddenly realized that their rumors were nothing compared to the current rumors, and few people talked about them.

"We have done nothing, or have we completed it in excess?"

The soldiers at the post station looked helpless.

Xiao Yin smiled embarrassedly: "Anyway... I dare not ask for the reward."

They were not very worried, and they should consider what was going on. They were the big guys above. Anyway, this was the case. The little ants who just made money with money just squatted down honestly.

In a blink of an eye, the day of the big game has arrived.

There was a storm outside, but the villagers still had to go to the market.

When the villagers living in a remote village were waiting to go to the market, they used the eggs they had accumulated at home and changed some needles and threads, pulled a few pieces of coarse cloth, and saved up some things that they would not lack when they lived at home.

As soon as the market stops, many people will be sad.

The big collections of this day seem a bit special compared to the past. Gu Xiang brought people here early, and Xueying personally led the maids at home to hand in a stack of promotional posters. The pictures were very strange. They were outlined with the simplest lines, but they were vivid and interesting. You can see at a glance that these paintings were auspicious scenes of Guzhuang's harvest.

In the entire poster, Gu Ji Farm is the most conspicuous. Gu Xiang used thick ink and heavy colors when painting the farm, which is completely different from the light style that is popular now, and is very impactful.
Chapter completed!