Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

"That's great, thank you." Jiang Xue said with tears of gratitude.

Zhang Zhehan shook his head: "Miss, you are too kind! Without your help, how could our family become what it is today? We cannot thank you enough!"

At this time, Chen Yuxi said: "We probably need twenty pigs."

"Twenty pigs..." Zhang Zhehan was stunned when he heard this. "What does Miss Jiang want so many pigs for?"

Jiang Xue smiled slightly and explained, "The Ghost Festival is coming soon, and I want my tribesmen to be able to spend this special day happily." Her eyes were full of anticipation and joy, as if she had already seen the happy scene of her tribesmen.

After hearing this, Zhang Zhehan showed an understanding smile on his face: "Miss Jiang is really thoughtful. The Ghost Festival is a big festival, and it would be great if everyone can have a happy time. I will prepare twenty pigs right away and make sure they are delivered to you before the festival."

"That's great, thank you for your help." Jiang Xue said gratefully, then turned to Chen Yuxi and said, "Yuxi, now we can plan the holiday banquet properly."

On the day of the Ghost Festival, the college was closed as scheduled. Jiang Yurou originally thought that she could enjoy a quiet morning without being awakened by the sound of children reading aloud. However, as the sky gradually brightened, a sound noisier than the sound of reading came from the village.

This is the tradition of the Ghost Festival. On this special day, no matter which village, there will always be a few elderly people in charge of sacrificial rituals and music.

Even if their musical instruments are not complete, they will try their best to make some noises, chanting something while walking from house to house, praying for the blessing of their ancestors and the peace of the village.

Starting from the entrance of the village, the old men began their ceremony. As they walked towards the end of the village, the sound gradually reached Jiang Yurou's home in the back mountain. She lay on the bed, listening to the music coming from outside, and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

For Jiang Yurou, this sound is both a continuation of tradition and a remembrance of her deceased relatives.

Old Master Jiang stood at the entrance of the village early in the morning, looking around, his face full of anticipation and joy.

At this moment, the whole village was immersed in a lively and noisy atmosphere. Every household brought out their own tables and connected them one after another to form a long banquet. The scene was so spectacular that it was breathtaking.

A group of women were busy shuttling between the tables and chairs, some of them were washing vegetables, some were cutting vegetables, everyone was doing their own job, cooperating well with each other, and all this was in preparation for the upcoming Zhongyuan Festival banquet.

Jiang Xue knew that this banquet was of great significance, so she specially invited more than ten chefs with superb cooking skills. These chefs were busy preparing a variety of delicious dishes in the hope that the guests would enjoy a feast.

According to the original plan, today should be the day for the villagers to plant potatoes, but because of this grand banquet, this schedule had to be postponed to three days later. However, no one was dissatisfied with this, after all, such an opportunity is rare.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the village, Butcher Zhang and his five new apprentices were busy slaughtering cattle and sheep. They were skilled and quick in their movements, just to ensure that the banquet would use the freshest meat ingredients. The whole village was filled with a strong festive atmosphere, and everyone was contributing their own efforts to this feast.

"Here they come, the opera performers are here!" The children in the village were waiting outside the village early. They excitedly gathered around the opera actors, curiously watching them in their heavy makeup and gorgeous costumes, and listening to them humming the opera.

For children, this is undoubtedly one of the most attractive activities during the Ghost Festival.

"The fish are coming!" With Jiang Dashan's shout, a group of strong laborers followed closely behind him. They worked together to carry net after net of fat fish and sent them to a place where fish were specially collected.

"Wow, how come the fish are so fat? I haven't seen them for such a long time, and they have grown so big!" The villagers who were watching the scene exclaimed in amazement after seeing these plump fish. They stared at the fish closely, their eyes full of joy and expectation.

Jiang Dashan's face was filled with smiles. He explained to everyone: "This is all thanks to the clear and sweet water in our village, as well as the abundant fish food. In addition, this season is just right for fish growth, so they can grow so fast!"

After hearing Jiang Dashan's explanation, the villagers nodded in agreement. They knew that these plump fish not only meant the joy of a good harvest, but also carried a beautiful vision for the future development of the village.

With the arrival of the fish, the whole village is filled with a festive atmosphere.

The villagers were filled with joyful smiles, and every household was busy cleaning the courtyards, hanging lanterns, and making final preparations for the upcoming feast. Children were running and playing in the streets, and their laughter echoed over the entire village.

In the central square of the village, a group of women in their best clothes were setting up a banquet. They carefully arranged the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, and placed plates of exquisite dishes on the table, each dish exuding an enticing aroma.

The men were busy slaughtering pigs and sheep, skillfully handling the ingredients to add sumptuous delicacies to the dinner.

Jiang Dashan and the laborers he led were also busy.

They moved among the crowd, carrying supplies, setting up the stage, and making sure everything was in order.

Sweat soaked their clothes, but there was always a satisfied smile on their faces.

The members of the troupe stood aside and looked at each other, obviously shocked by the lively and harmonious scene before them.

They came from far away, traveled all over the country, and saw countless performances, but a feast like this one with a strong country atmosphere is rare.

They were particularly amazed to see the fat pigs being expertly slaughtered by Butcher Zhang and his apprentices, then cut into various shapes and ready to be sent to the chefs for cooking.

As the leader of the troupe, Mr. Chen gained a deeper understanding of the living habits and enthusiasm of the village after seeing these scenes.

He walked up and greeted Mr. Jiang, who was standing by and directing the performance. "Hello, I am the owner of the troupe, Chen. We will perform in your village for the next three days. Please take care of us."

Mr. Jiang turned around with a kind smile on his face. He shook the hand of the troupe leader Chen and said, "Welcome! I heard that your troupe's performance is very exciting, and everyone is looking forward to enjoying it. If you need any help, please let me know. The folks here are all warm-hearted."