Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 10

Feng Yong looked at the girl, her hair was a little yellow, and some places were even knotted together. Occasionally, lice crawled in and out. Her face was black, obviously malnourished, and she was wearing clothes that didn't fit well and was too fat. Not to mention, it is still tattered, barefoot, and the original skin color can no longer be seen.

The only bright spot on the whole body is the pair of eyes. I don't know if they were originally big or they were highlighted because of the thin face. They were big and black, and they were looking at Feng Yong with a terrified look.

This is called looking good?Feng Yong felt a burst of sadness.

The housekeeper leaned into Feng Yong's ear and whispered, "If your lord raises chickens, if you want to find someone to fight, this girl is better than a boy. You don't have to worry about the secrets of this house being leaked out. The old servant has asked about this girl. I usually work diligently, and I am not too old.

Am I understanding something wrong?Or did the butler understand something wrong?Why are girls better than boys?There is also the word training, are you sure you are not wrong?What I originally meant was that I wanted a few big boys to come into the mansion to help fight.

It's hard to refute the housekeeper's words, and more importantly, Feng Yong has no idea about the various rules of this era at all, and he has finally been reluctant to be regarded as a normal person. He doesn't want to be thought of again and suddenly go crazy.

Therefore, in general, the opinion of the housekeeper is very important. Feng Yong also felt that there was not much difference between girls and boys. Although he was a little puzzled, he nodded to indicate that the housekeeper was in charge.

Facts have proved that Feng Yong and the ancients do have a huge difference in thinking.

"A contract of sale?!" Feng Yong's eyes widened, looking at the ugly tooth man in front of him, and then at the butler who smiled as a matter of course, and finally looked at Ding Er, who was bent over and looked at him with sincerity for fear that he would regret it. The world is too crazy.

"What do you mean, are you going to sell your daughter?" Feng Yong pointed at Ding Er and asked through gritted teeth.

"Lord... If the master is unwilling, then... that long contract is also possible." Ding Er shrank his head, whispered, looked at Feng Yong's eyes that could not wait to eat people, and took a step back again, "Then Short contract?"

"What did you say? What is the long contract and short contract? If you really want to sign this, why bother the Yaren?" The housekeeper smiled, but his tone was unquestionable. He refuted Ding Er and looked at Feng. Yong, I am very puzzled. Could it be that your lord is going to suffer from hysteria at this time?

Feng Yong opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he saw the worried look in the housekeeper's eyes, he suddenly thought that this was a half-slave era, he finally closed his eyes and waved his hands weakly, "I'm a little tired, I'll talk about this later. "

People with abnormal nerves have no human rights. Although Feng Yong said and wait, the housekeeper still bought Ding Er's daughter on his own initiative.

Seeing the little girl pitifully pulling the corner of her father's clothes, her eyes were full of begging and fear, but the father could only bend down and hug the child, comforting the girl, and at the same time telling her to listen to the master's words. , Feng Yong only felt that he was extremely sinful, because he was the beast that separated the flesh and blood of others.

In this era of continuous wars and countless lives, Ding Er's family is still lucky, at least they can rent the land of the landlord's family, and the whole family can barely have a meal.As for their children, their youngest sister is even more fortunate to be able to work in a big family, and never worry about food and clothing. This is what most people think.

The housekeeper's idea is even simpler. It is impossible to spread the secret technique of Zhu Jiweng. If the lord wants someone to attack, it can only be someone from the mansion, and it must be a complete man from the manor.

When a boy enters the mansion to work, the family usually signs a long deed. Until the last resort, he will not sign a deed of prostitution. Once the secret technique of Zhu Jiweng is leaked out, in the opinion of the housekeeper, it will definitely destroy the Feng mansion. sexual blow.

The girl is different. Most people let the girl work in a big family. As long as the price is right, they can sign a deed of sale. From then on, they are members of the big family. Life and death are decided by the master, and there is no worry of leaking.

Feng Yong's nerves are very tenacious, otherwise he wouldn't not only find a way to survive after being reincarnated in this completely unfamiliar era, but after being regarded as a neuropathy by the people around him, he would still find a way to reverse other people's attitudes towards him under enormous pressure. impression.

But no matter how tough his nerves were, he was a little bit unbearable when he encountered this kind of twisting shock that was completely opposite to that of later generations.Therefore, Feng Yong was hit a bit hard in this matter. He felt that he needed to slow down, so he stayed in bed the next day and didn't want to get up.

After the housekeeper invited the medical worker, the medical worker only said that he was overwhelmed, everything else was fine, just rest in peace.

This made the housekeeper feel relieved, and ordered the youngest sister who had just arrived in Feng's house, the youngest daughter of the Ding Er family, to serve the master's family well, and then turned around and went out to work.The wheat has been harvested, but the rent has to be collected these days, and rice will be planted later. This is the busiest time of the year.

"What's your name?" Feng Yong asked weakly as he lay on the bed and looked at the little girl who had been re-dressed.

"My... my name is... oh, no, when I go back to the master's house, the slave's name is Yaomei, and that's what my family calls me." The little girl looked nervous and hastily, bowed her head, and kept her skinny hands Twisting the corners of his clothes.

"Seductive?" Feng Yong asked strangely.

The housekeeper knows that the owner of the house has some unusual habits. For example, he is extremely fond of cleanliness. The whole house must be clean, he must wash his hands before eating, and he must take a bath when he gets dirty.So the little girl was washed several times all over her body before being sent to Feng Yong's bedside.

A double-ring bun was re-braided on her head, and her clothes were new and fit well. It was estimated that she was not used to wearing shoes, and her feet still kept the habit of bare feet, constantly rubbing against each other.Compared with the sloppy appearance a few days ago, now she is said to be completely two people, or she has the appearance of a person.Even so, Feng Yong couldn't see how charming she was.

"After entering the mansion, do you still want to go home?"

Yaomei raised her head to look at Feng Yong, then lowered her head in a panic, and said softly, "I can eat enough in the house, but not enough at home, and my clothes look good, but I still miss home."

She can speak, she is indeed a clever girl, this may be the way the housekeeper taught her how to speak.

Maybe they were all right. She entered the mansion because she was luckier than others, at least she didn't have to worry about food and clothing.As for life and death, is it possible that in this world, outsiders can live and die by themselves?

Feng Yong smiled to himself, he was still too naive.History is rolling forward, and what is it that you are under the wheel of history?Self-pity and self-pity, in the eyes of others, he is nothing more than a lunatic.

Thinking of this, consciously regaining some strength, Feng Yongban lay up and asked, "Do you dare to catch flies?"

"Ah?" Yaomei raised her head, apparently not following Feng Yong's thinking, and murmured, "My servant has not caught flies, only grasshoppers, crickets, birds, fish and shrimps. I have also touched...the flies are directly killed."

Can't see that this is still a little girl.

Feng Yong couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you afraid of flies?"

Yaomei shook her head: "The maid is not afraid. When I was at home, I used to feed the ants with flies."

"That's good, you go ask the cook for a bowl of bran, mix some flour in it, mix it with water, I'm very useful, understand?"

"Yes, the servant took it down."

Yaomei turned around and was about to go out, but suddenly she thought of something, and in a panic, she turned around and gave an extremely irregular maid salute, and then hurried out again.

To raise maggots, there must be flies. If there are no fly eggs, where do maggots come from?
Of course Feng Yong knew that his body was not ill. In his appearance, he said that literary and artistic points were heart problems, and that it was ugly. In fact, this was his hypocritical disease.For a while, I couldn't overcome the hurdle in my heart, and the hypocrisy committed.

Since I'm not sick, it's actually quite tiring to lie in bed and pretend to be sick. These days, there is no air conditioner, and the house is stuffy and hot, so I can't stay any longer.

Use bait to induce flies to lay eggs. The first generation of maggots produced is not clean. The first generation of flies produced must be strictly controlled, and then the second generation of maggots will be produced. This has continued until the third or fourth generation. Use it with confidence.The most important thing in this production process is to have a room where flies cannot freely enter and exit.

There is not much else in the Feng Mansion, but there are many houses.

(End of this chapter)