Chapter 724: The Obstacles Vanish

At the scene, some were eating and some were drinking, and many people had also gone down to start dancing. Changle saw the dust flying and figured the meat was likely already covered in dirt, so he no longer had much desire to continue eating and watched on quite calmly.

Limu beat the drum for the crowd, some musicians accompanied them on the side with various instruments, and Xuanyuan was also singing loudly, bringing the atmosphere at the venue to its peak for a time.

Once the dance was finished, the venue returned to a brief calm. At this time, Zhishou came out, took out the Zither that had been stored in a box, and then sat upright, preparing to begin playing. Xuanyuan immediately signaled for everyone to quiet down.

Zhishou then began to play the Zither, and Changle also immediately sat upright, preparing to listen carefully to this Zither that Zhishou had been researching for a long time.

The strange fingering, the peculiar sounds never heard before, and the timbre that was different from the drum all left the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe stunned. Once Zhishou finished playing the piece, Changle and Xuanyuan were the first to applaud. Those who had been to Huaxia also began to applaud, while those who did not understand did not dare to express themselves casually.

Xuanxiao and the others beside Changle asked, "This, why do we clap our hands? What does it mean?"

While applauding, Changle said to them, "Clapping is to show approval, praise, or commendation for something. The louder the sound, the better. Since Zhishou played so well, it is naturally necessary to praise him."

"Oh, so that's how it is." After learning this, Xuanxiao and the others also began to clap along. However, by the time the others in the Xuanyuan Tribe roughly understood what it meant, Changle and Xuanyuan had already stopped their applause.

Zhishou did not express too much emotion but instead asked Changle, "Changle, how do you think I played this piece? Is there anything else that needs improvement?"

Changle recalled the process of the playing and then said, "It felt quite good, but it was not perfect or smooth enough. It should be that for certain notes, a different fingering is needed. Furthermore, I think that by pressing or doing some other actions with the left hand on the strings, while coordinating with the right hand, it should be possible to change the timbre or pitch."

Zhishou stroked his beard and nodded, "Yes, what you said is about the same as what I thought, but I haven't thought of a solution yet. I usually have other work and cannot put all my energy into this. Now that you are here, although you have your own work to do, could you spare some time to explore it together?"

Changle smiled as he poured Wine for Zhishou, then raised his own cup and said, "Of course, no problem."

Afterward, the two lightly clinked their cups and drank it all in one gulp.

The party continued. Xuanxiao and the others left Changle's side and began to go play with their other friends or joined the dance floor directly. However, Changle did not get much leisure. Many people from the Xuanyuan Tribe wanted to meet this Prince of Huaxia, so they came over in wave after wave. Changle maintained his etiquette and greeted them with a smile. He did not dare to drink much Wine; when they came to clink cups, he could only take a small sip. After all, he had to stay sober to remember everyone who came over.

It was very simple for these people to remember him, Changle, but for him alone to remember these hundreds of people—what they did and what their names were—was difficult. Even if it had nothing to do with his work, he still had to remember them; otherwise, it would be embarrassing if he saw them next time and didn't even know what they were called.

During this time, many girls of the same age or younger also came over. Their words were very direct and bold, which made Changle blush. Fortunately, it was night, and with the firelight, others could not see his complexion. After hearing many bold confessions, he gradually became numb. Fortunately, most of them just asked if he had a woman or something similar.

More of them were not interested in him as a person, but came to ask why he looked so clean and how he maintained it. Why was it like that? Shouldn't men all be dark and preferably shirtless? Why was Changle's face so white and clean? They had never seen skin like that. They had also seen the Workers of Huaxia; their faces were clean, but they were also very dark.

There was also Changle's hair and his accessories. Changle felt that explaining these to them was even more strenuous than lecturing Xuanxiao and the others about the stars and clouds in the sky. However, he did manage to impart those hygiene concepts of Huaxia. He also hoped that when he saw these people in the future, he wouldn't get their lice on himself.

Changle could already feel some small insects jumping on him. It seemed he would have to let the Construction Team build him a bathroom. He could endure not bathing in this weather, but when summer arrived, if he had nowhere to bathe, he would rather jump into the Dahe to wash than let himself become dirty and smelly.

The party chose to end after many people had been drunk under the table. In fact, the Wine Changle brought was not much; if calculated, it might not even be thirty jin. But there was no helping it, these people's tolerance for alcohol was poor. According to the tailor shop's saying, perhaps the mechanisms in their bodies that could convert Alcohol had not yet evolved.

Baifeng certainly couldn't talk about DNA or anything like that. It wasn't that Alcohol couldn't be trained up, but it couldn't be trained up in one or two generations. By being in long-term contact with Alcohol and drinking for hundreds or thousands of years, one could always produce a group of people with better ability to convert Alcohol.

Were Changle and the others perhaps influenced by Baifeng? Baifeng was also unclear whether the DNA of the body he was in now had any similarities or was identical to his original body.

He had originally thought only his brain and soul had been brought over, but judging by his son's intelligence, he was afraid he had only inherited the appearance of this body, while everything else was his own. Otherwise, a child who might have been mentally disabled due to inbreeding should not have been able to produce such intelligent children. The cycle of his exploration and discovery was simply too long; he had only gradually confirmed his conjecture after the children showed high intelligence.

As soon as the party ended, Changle got up and walked back accompanied by guards, while the others in the Xuanyuan Tribe were more or less swaying. The remaining Wine that hadn't been finished was all given away. No matter how Xuanyuan distributed it, it was none of his business. If he wanted Wine, he could just send a message to have a few more jars sent over. Huaxia was not short of Wine, and it would certainly not be short of Wine for him, the Prince.

Changle went back and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. He had now gotten along well with all the high-level officials of the Xuanyuan Tribe, and Xuanyuan's sons had also let go of their prejudices against him, recognizing him and his ability and knowledge. His activities in the Xuanyuan Tribe in the future would be much easier, without so many obstacles and cold looks.