Chapter 601: Why Raise Pigeons

I don't know how long he drank, but Xuanyuan felt inexplicably happy, and he talked a lot. He even went up to dance when everyone gathered together, and then, then he didn't know anything. When he woke up again, a servant had already knocked on his door.

He felt his head was still a bit heavy. After getting out of bed and opening the door, the servant immediately brought him a bowl of soup, saying it was called kudzu root soup, which could sober one up.

Xuanyuan didn't care about anything else; he took it and drank it in big gulps. The taste wasn't bad, and there was something chunky inside. After chewing it a few times, he recognized what it was.

"You call this stuff kudzu root? Is it a medicinal herb? Besides sobering up, what other effects does it have?"

The servant replied: "Yes, but it is also a kind of food for us. As for what use it has as a medicinal herb, I truly don't know. There are specialized doctors who study these things; I am just a Slave."

Xuanyuan didn't make things difficult for this servant. After finishing the drink, he placed the bowl on the tray the servant was holding, and then the servant withdrew to prepare the washing supplies Xuanyuan needed.

Leizu hadn't drunk much and was basically sober, so she had been the one taking care of Xuanyuan the whole time. If she hadn't seen that everyone in Huaxia was more or less the same, she might have had other thoughts.

After washing up and having a meal, Xuanyuan finally felt much more comfortable, and his head was clear. None of the people in the Xuanyuan Tribe delegation were doing very well; they were all in a state of drunkenness, mainly because it was their first time drinking and they hadn't grasped the limit.

They sat together and chatted for a while. At the same time, Xuanyuan recalled the things he had agreed upon with Baifeng while he was sober. Now, thinking about it, there was no problem. If his brain had been muddled when he made the decision, that would have been troublesome.

Soon, Baifeng sent someone to invite Xuanyuan and his group. Xuanyuan and the others immediately went out. Walking on the road, a flock of pigeons circling and flying in the sky caught Xuanyuan's attention. He asked the official leading the way with some confusion: "Why are there so many pigeons here? Why don't you catch them?"

The official's expression tightened, but he didn't face Xuanyuan directly. After adjusting his tone, he said kindly: "Oh, those are pigeons we raise to eat for meat."

The fact that Huaxia raises pigeons certainly couldn't be hidden. After all, a large number of pigeons basically need to be let out to roam; otherwise, how could they spend such a large amount of grain on them? However, they still recognize their nests, will come home, and aren't afraid of people. But as for the purpose, naturally, one has to be selective in what one says. Huaxia raising pigeons for meat is not a lie.

Xuanyuan was somewhat shocked: "You raise pigeons, but why don't you keep them locked up? Will they come back if they fly away? Besides, for such small birds, is it necessary to raise them specifically?"

The official explained: "Pigeons recognize their nests. If you raise them from a young age, they won't be afraid of people. Moreover, they fly out during the day to find food and fly back at night. We only need to find a place to build their nests for them. Although there is less meat, we don't have to put in much effort either. Actually, it's still a small profit."

Xuanyuan looked up again, shielding his eyes from the sun, watching the flocks of pigeons flying back and forth, wondering if there was any need for him to raise them.

The official also chimed in at the right time: "Raising these pigeons is something we do on the side. It's mainly because our tribe has an eccentric person who likes to play with birds. But it's nothing much now. Our King let him raise a type of large bird, which is the chicken. Chicken has more meat and can also lay eggs. Raising pigeons was a privilege he asked for from our King. Actually, not many of us have eaten pigeon meat."

Only then did Xuanyuan put his hand down: "So that's how it is. I was saying, raising this kind of bird eats so much, but the meat is too little; it's completely not worth it. If it's taken as a person's hobby, that would make sense. However, you Huaxia really have all kinds of strange people, even those who make friends with birds. You wouldn't happen to have people who make friends with fish, would you?"

The official immediately thought of Zisheng. Seeing that Xuanyuan's train of thought had been led astray by him, he gave a chuckle: "That, there isn't. However, there is someone who is almost like a fish, soaking in the water every day."

Xuanyuan laughed heartily: "There really is? You Huaxia are truly amazing. I really want to meet these strange people."

The official smiled and said nothing, but in his heart, he secretly said: "It's better if you don't meet them. If you did, I'm afraid you'd be too scared to sleep."

Amidst the laughter and joy along the way, Xuanyuan arrived at the conference room. Everyone was smiling when they saw each other, and then they greeted one another and sat down. A wine banquet had brought everyone's relationship very close.

Baifeng asked Xuanyuan with a smile: "How was the Wine? Besides having a headache and an uncomfortable stomach from drinking too much, there's nothing else bad about it, right?"

Xuanyuan naturally answered with a smile: "That is how it is. However, I have never felt my head so uncomfortable before. If I were to drink it again, I might have to reconsider."

Having said that, the whole room laughed happily.

Baifeng said: "When you go back, I will give you a jar. If you have any celebrations with your tribesmen in the future, you can drink a few cups to help the mood, but you must not drink too much. Drinking too much will also hurt your body."

Xuanyuan smiled and agreed, not refusing. Baifeng did not tell him about Baoxi getting sick from drinking because of the Wine.

Today, Xuanyuan spoke first about the main business: "Our contract can be signed. Why don't we decide on the content and then see how it should be written appropriately."

Baifeng also straightened up, took a piece of paper, held it up, and said to Xuanyuan: "The contract is easy to talk about. My idea is this: on this piece of paper, at the very top, write horizontally what kind of contract we are signing,"

"then, use the characters of both our sides to write out the content of the contract, both on the same piece of paper. Finally, at the very bottom, are the signatures or seals of both our sides to prove that we have both signed this proof."

Xuanyuan pointed at the paper and said: "I can understand what you said before, but what does this signature and seal mean?"

Baifeng took his Private Seal off his waist and handed it to a Soldier of the Phylum of the Gate, asking him to pass it to the Xuanyuan Tribe.

"You can take a look. This is my own seal, carved out of gold. What is carved underneath is my name. As long as I dip it in red ink and press it on the paper, characters will appear. But this seal is unique and cannot be faked. Stamping it proves that I have already read this contract and agree with it."

"This seal represents me. We also have a Great Seal that represents the entire Huaxia country. Your Xuanyuan Tribe can also make something similar, or you can have your own ideas; as long as it can prove it is your Xuanyuan Tribe, that is fine. As for the signature, it is just using a pen to write your own name on the paper, which has the same effect, only it might be imitated by others."