Feng Yun had no objection to anyone learning from it.

Books...can't be learned by just reading. For these medical theories, Feng Yun only knows their roots and records what he knows. Later, he needs to be supplemented by proficient people to make them complete.

"Yan... follow me to Yangyue City to have a look."

Zou Yan, who was in the hall, heard the sound and hurriedly got up to follow.

In fact, he now wants to study the "Huangdi Neijing" more carefully.

In his "Luck Chapter", there are a lot of words about yin and yang, five elements, and breath, which are complementary and extended to the "Nuwa Ten-month Calendar" he learned.

"Study with moderation and don't tire yourself." He rubbed Zou Yan's little head.

Zou Yan felt a breath of air pouring in from the top of his head, sweeping across his brows and eyes softly, clearing up his groggy mind.

"Sitting for a long time and thinking too much, but not practicing it, what is the use of learning... We originally wanted to see what the state of Yangyue was like, but we were delayed because of this medical classic."

Hearing the sound, Zou Yan nodded.

When Ji Ran heard about it, he also said: "I took a look at Yang Yue with Mr. Yu."

Feng Yun shook his head.

"Da Zai can go and report to King Yangyue, I can just walk away as I please."

Ji Ran thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Ji Ran left.

Only then did Zou Yan hope. He stared at Feng Yun with bright black pupils and said, "Master, did you just use the luck method in the Nei Jing?"

"Can you teach Yan, Yan also wants to learn the Qi of the Five Elements!"

Feng Yun chuckled.

"You haven't laid the foundation yet, how can I teach you?"

"Let's read more first. If I don't teach you, you can learn it yourself."

After hearing this, Zou Yan pouted.

Feng Yun added: "If you have time, you can make another copy of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic and read it yourself."

Zou Yan was delighted and nodded frequently.

After leaving the Palace of Classics, Manwa heard the sound and came to guard Feng Yun.

"Fengjun, there is snow on the road, do you want to arrange a carriage?"

Feng Yun shook his head at Manwa.

"The carriage has wheels, but the underground people cannot be seen on the wheels. The carriage has walls, and it is difficult to see outside the window from inside the walls. I can just walk."

Often the national conditions of a country best reflect its system.

Today's Yangyue cannot expand eastward, and Jingchu is watching in the west.

The only extension is to the north and south.

To the north are the kingdoms of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so there are many concerns.

To the south lies the depths of Vietnam, which is quite desolate.

If you want to expand, you must first secure the country and the people, otherwise there will be no troops to advance and no troops to defend.

Perhaps it was because of the statue of the Yellow Emperor that we just saw. There were many Yangyue people chatting up and down the street, and they did not go back to their houses for a long time.

When Feng Yun and others passed by, people around him frequently came to look.

But with the big man like Manwa intimidating him, no one dared to attack.

Why do you say you dare to attack?

"Master, those people have greedy eyes, I'm afraid they are thieves."

Zou Yan pulled the tiger skin cloak that Feng Yun was wearing. Under the cloak was cloth that was difficult for ordinary people to touch, but it was less gorgeous than the nobles. This made the people regard Feng Yun and others as rich people.

If you are not a noble person, you can be bullied.

Feng Yun followed Zou Yan's gaze and frowned slightly.

And Manwa was even more expressionless, and those few people hurriedly fled.

"Go to the broken road." Feng Yun ordered, leading Manwa and Zou Yan towards a poorer place.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

"Uncle Yuan, please save my family..."

"Luo Gu, please lend me some more food in case Xuanyuan Ancestor appears..."

A sound of sobbing came from the alley along with the words of pleading.

"call!"

It's going to snow again.

The wind blew by, and tiny snowflakes fell on the corners of Feng Yun's eyes, melting and sliding down.

"Master, it's a child." Zou Yan stepped forward, looked over the low wall, and saw a young child, wearing thin clothes, kneeling in front of a house, kowtowing affectionately.

"Is there a shortage of food in the winter in Guangdong?" Manwa murmured.

Feng Yun nodded.

He had learned about Yangyue in advance. Although there was farming, it was not a long-term residence. Farming was sparse and the people at the bottom did not have strict agricultural supervision. Lack of food and clothing was the norm.

"What is lacking is not food, let alone land, but farming order and helping people's livelihood."

"Master, do we want to help him?" Zou Yan asked when Feng Yun stopped.

Feng Yun hasn't answered yet.

The child in the low wall had been paying attention to them for a long time. When he saw that Feng Yun and others were well-dressed and distinguished, and Zou Yan also asked for help, the child hurriedly ran out and knelt down in front of Feng Yun and others.

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"I hope some of you can help my family, and I'd like to be a slave to thank you."

Feng Yun thought for a moment.

"What happened to your family?"

Bang replied hurriedly: "Bang's family is short of food and there are many people in the family. Now it is no longer possible to continue."

Feng Yun asked again: "Why are you short of food? Why don't you go hunting?"

Feng Yun remembered that Yangyue also had hunting habits, and many people in Yangyue would go hunting to make a living.

The list was slightly stunned.

"Bang... Bang's young son Tian, ​​Bang's father has never learned hunting."

Feng Yun was surprised.

"When there is no shortage of food, what does your family rely on for survival?"

Bangnana.

"There is never a time when the Bang family is not short of food... Normally, my grandmother washes clothes, mends clothes, and weaves cloth to make a living."

Feng Yun looked at this child, who looked about eight or nine years old, but was thin and frail, so he should actually be older.

"There are many people in the family, how many are there?"

After hearing the sound, name them one by one.

He has a father, a mother, and two brothers. His uncle died during the war, Zhong Shiba, and he is his uncle. He has fourteen, and there are two more brothers under him, and three daughters, a total of ten people.

But at this time, my mother was seriously ill and it was difficult to make a living by sewing, so the family was deprived of money.

Hearing this, Feng Yun frowned slightly.

“Guangdong is promoting more cultivated land, so why not cultivate more?”

"If you have many children in your family, why don't you learn to hunt?"

"If the father is not the breadwinner of the family, the children in the family will depend entirely on the mother's work for their livelihood..."

Hearing the sound, Bang hurriedly said: "No, it's not... My father said that the newly plowed fields are short of food, and there are too many wars. Sooner or later, the king will have to recruit troops, and then the second brother will also go to the battlefield. At that time, there will not be enough food in the family.

Working hard to plow new fields is a waste of energy. It is better to mend and wash with mother..."

"As for hunting, my father said it is dangerous and he is afraid of being eaten by wild beasts..."

The more Bang spoke, the quieter he became, because after his mother became ill, sewing and washing was no longer enough to support their livelihood.

Feng Yun shook his head. This father was just lazy and irresponsible. When he was in the court, Feng Yun's sister-in-law could cultivate several fields by herself, let alone one man.

Hunting is dangerous, but is it safe to go to the battlefield?

I was just worried that my second son would be killed by an animal, and my third son would be young enough to join the army.

Seeing Feng Yun shaking his head, Bang Bang was extremely disappointed, thinking that Feng Yun was unwilling to help them.
To be continued...