Chapter 913: Fenghou

Xuanyuan was still waiting for Qibo to return. Now, for the sake of the war, he had made all preparations, but he still felt his manpower was insufficient. The talents he could utilize were too few, and there was a severe generational gap. It was unlike Huaxia, where from top to bottom, every professional talent was abundant, with no need to worry about a shortage of people. This was also the good fruit of Baifeng's policy of cultivating people for so many years, regardless of gender.

It was truly impossible for Xuanyuan to obtain so many talents right now, and it was clearly difficult to promote education. Ensuring people were fed and could survive was the main task for the Xuanyuan Tribe in the future; if these could not be achieved, deeper matters were out of the question.

Huaxia was the same; it had started from a small place to achieve such results. Baifeng would certainly continue to maintain this policy in the future. In any case, education must not be neglected; this was the foundation for providing the country with enough talent. As for the theory of keeping the people ignorant, Baifeng understood it was wrong. Only by fully enlightening the people could a country be fundamentally strong.

As the saying goes, what one thinks about by day, one dreams of by night. Every night, Xuanyuan dreamed of whether he could suddenly encounter one or two virtuous and capable people, just as he had encountered Qibo and Zhishou.

When the spirit is at peace, there are no dreams. Because of various matters, Xuanyuan had many dreams. This night, he dreamed of an extremely huge wind that blew all the soil away; it was an extremely peculiar sensation.

This era was extremely superstitious about dreams; dreams might be some kind of instruction from the gods. Therefore, after Xuanyuan woke up, he always felt that this strange dream must have some special meaning, yet the only characteristic he could grasp was "wind," and he understood nothing else.

Of course, if this were told to Baifeng, Baifeng would certainly say: "This is just a projection of the dream. Perhaps there was a strong wind blowing outside while you were sleeping. To avoid waking you up, your brain incorporated the sound of the wind into your dream, making you feel that the dream and the sound were very reasonable, so you couldn't wake up."

This was just a theory, but Baifeng had truly experienced it. Dreams were indeed a very magical thing. Whether explained by projection, the subconscious, or pathology, each had its own rationale, and even dream interpretation had its merits.

For example, he had once dreamed of messy, chaotic dreams, with huge, continuous knocking on the door. It felt very reasonable in the dream, but he was still woken up by it, only to discover that the so-called knocking was just the sound of thunder before a heavy rainstorm outside.

Regarding the pathological explanation of dreams, Baifeng had also explained it to the doctors. Although it might not be used, it could at least change their superstitious views on dreams.

For instance, if Qi is abundant, one dreams of flying; if Qi is deficient, one dreams of falling. If Yang is abundant, one dreams of fire; if Yin is abundant, one dreams of drowning. Dreaming that one's teeth are loose might be the body reminding you that your teeth are indeed in poor condition and need attention, or that there is a problem with your digestive system.

Regarding diagnosing illnesses through dreams, the doctors almost never used it, but it was at least a direction, right? When one has a dream, one can also consider these aspects instead of letting one's imagination run wild.

But Xuanyuan was not like that. He did not know these theories and sincerely believed that this was some revelation given to him by the gods. In order to find the answer, he chose to ride a bullock cart to inspect his territory, seeing if he could find any clues, and also to check the growth of the crops.

The weather was also very good, and there were many people working in the fields. It was now the time for weeding. Xuanyuan traveled for a long time but discovered nothing.

"Heaven is round, Earth is square. Born in this age, I meet a wise king."

The singing voice rang out not far away. The first two lines seemed to be speaking of some philosophy about the world, while the latter line sounded like it was praising himself. After hearing this, Xuanyuan was somewhat puzzled, so he continued to drive the cart forward to see who it was.

Regardless of whether the person was writing poetry to praise him, someone capable of writing such things was certainly not ordinary.

Xuanyuan arrived in his bullock cart near the farmer who had just been singing and found that he was still working, showing no reaction to his arrival.

After watching carefully for a while, Xuanyuan truly felt that this person seemed extraordinary. His appearance and demeanor gave him a feeling as if he had come from Huaxia, but indeed, no one from Huaxia had come here. Moreover, he was working the fields very earnestly, not just putting on a show. Xuanyuan was somewhat delighted, feeling that he might have truly encountered a virtuous and capable person.

So he hurriedly said to Limu: "Limu, go and ask him where he is from and what his name is."

Limu also hurriedly and carefully crossed the field ridge, walked to the farmer's side, and questioned him.

But unexpectedly, the farmer said directly: "The Tribal Chief and we farmers are different; each should go about their own work. There is no need to trouble yourself to come and ask what this person is called."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan felt even more that this person was not ordinary. So he got off the bullock cart himself and walked toward the farmer. Seeing Xuanyuan arrive before him, the farmer finally put down his hoe, walked up to the ridge, and paid his respects to Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan helped the farmer up and asked suspiciously: "I see that your speech and actions are not like those of an ordinary person. Why do you not think about doing more important things for the tribe, but instead come here to farm? What is your name?"

The farmer replied very respectfully: "My name is Fenghou. My abilities are limited, and I can only do such things. Moreover, farming is in itself a major matter concerning the tribe's food. What is there that I cannot do?"

"Fenghou?" Xuanyuan was greatly shocked: "Your surname is Feng; are you a descendant of Fuxi?"

Fenghou replied: "Yes, I am a descendant of Fuxi. I was born at Fenglingdu and later came here to farm and live."

"Fenghou? Feng!" Xuanyuan clapped his hands happily: "Feng! Haha, it matches! So that's how it is! Is this the revelation the gods gave me?"

Xuanyuan took Fenghou's hand and asked him: "Do you have any talents?"

Fenghou remained humble: "I do not have any great talents, but as a descendant of the Fuxi Clan, I do understand a little about divination and the movement of Heaven and Earth, the sun and the moon."

Xuanyuan was overjoyed: "Good, good. Fenghou, you don't need to farm anymore. Come and assist me. I am currently very much in need of virtuous and capable people. You farming here is a waste of your talents."

Fenghou also understood that this was an opportunity for him. It was impossible for him to truly let his talents be buried and just farm for his whole life. However, he understood that to make his abilities manifest, he needed an excellent opportunity. Now that this opportunity had come, he certainly could not miss it.

As for Xuanyuan, the descendant of Fuxi, combined with the revelation in his dream and the conversation just now, made him feel that he had not misjudged the person. Although Fenghou's abilities had not manifested in the slightest, he already had a feeling that Fenghou was not simple. This must be a buried sage. Before Limu met him, wasn't he also chopping wood in the forest? Wasn't he now displaying his abilities?