Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 100 Sword Pavilion
"How many are willing?"

Feng Yong asked, and at the same time his heart beat a little faster, thinking that it was at this moment that people turned their backs.

"There are families with suitable children, and there are three families that have no one to come."

The housekeeper's words are very similar to the demeanor of future leaders who are hospitalized - can't remember who came to visit, but can remember those who didn't visit.

Of those three, two were naturally the ones whose children fell ill after the autumn rain.

"Isn't there an only son in the house? Would you like to?"

Feng Yong was very surprised.

In ancient times, families with only one male would not smoke until the last minute.After all, incense is what the ancients valued most.

"I was just about to talk to the lord about this. The one who was willing to go, and the only son was Gouzi. His grandmother also came to ask today, and she said that she was worried that Gouzi would go to such a far place. Take her with you too."

Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had become a class enemy who brutally oppressed the peasant brothers.Listening to the steward's meaning, those three families who are unwilling also have an only son?

But then I think about it, these days, the whole family is dead everywhere, can you be pitiful?
Besides, Lao Tzu is also an only son, and if he is alone, he can't be alone anymore. The master's family can go, but you can't go?
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became angry.

"The three families, let them go when the wheat harvest is finished next year. The chickens raised..." Originally wanted to be a little more cruel, but thinking about why it is necessary to be hard-pressed, let's leave some leeway for others.In the end, Feng Yong could only sigh and continued, "Take half of it back, and leave the rest to them."

The housekeeper objected violently as expected: "That's not possible! If the white-eyed wolves can treat them like this, what should the loyal ones in the village think? This example is impossible, my lord."

"Then what should Uncle Zhao say?"

"All the land and chickens are taken back, and Zhuangzi will be driven out." The housekeeper said without hesitation.

Sure enough, it is the true nature of the evil landlord class!
Now that the farming season is over, driving people out at this time means driving them to a dead end.

Why are the textbooks of later generations saying that feudal society bound farmers to the land?
Because there is no land, life and death are controlled by others.

"Isn't that bad?" Feng Yong frowned, "After all, people have already planted the land. After all, they spent food seeds and worked hard..."

"Naturally, this is to give them all the food. I'd rather give some more food, as if I hired people to farm the land, and I can't let them stay on the farm anymore."

"If the lord doesn't want to let the hearts of the people in the village disperse, that's all you can do." Seeing that Feng Yong was still hesitating, the butler persuaded bitterly, "The old servant also knows that the lord has a good heart, but if it really doesn't work, he will give him enough food. , so that they can get through this year, but they must not be allowed to stay on Zhuangzi anymore."

"Then... Uncle Zhao, you can figure it out, but don't fall for it." Feng Yong nodded, agreeing with the housekeeper's words.

"Where is the pretense of what your lord said? Even if you want to keep them, they will definitely be ashamed. If you don't believe it, the news will spread out in two days. The lord looks at it. We will leave. It is our kindness to give them a little more food compensation, and it is our duty to give them less."

All right, you are right.

Feng Yong heaved a sigh of relief and recited three times: This is not what I did, this is what the housekeeper did, and it is none of my business.

Then he nodded and commanded: "Give me more food, it's not worth working on our farm for so long."

Even if it's settled.

"The mountains are stacked, and the water is vertical and horizontal. The ambition is against the wind and the water..."

The ancient official roads were really bad, and the ancient carriages were really bad too.After rushing for six or seven days, Feng Yong felt that his intestines were about to come out of his stomach.

At this time, he was lying on the ox cart, looking at the blue sky, looking at the white clouds, looking at the apes climbing over the steep hills from time to time, never going to the carriage of the carriage, singing feebly in his mouth "Camel Bells" that no one can understand.

Guan Ji, who had been riding a horse, looked at Feng Yong, who had no regard for his image, several times, frowning, as if he wanted to say something, but did not speak.

On the contrary, Li Yi, who was in the carriage, got out of the carriage, climbed onto Feng Yong's ox carriage, and asked with a smile, "I heard Brother Feng sing all the way, but I really can't tell where the accent is or where it is. tune?"

Feng Yong, whose whole body was weak, rolled his eyes and stopped the mourning singing, thinking that this is the mandarin of later generations, if you can understand it, you will be a ghost, sighed, and said, "This is my teacher. It's normal that Wenxuan doesn't understand the language of the door."

Li Yi nodded: "So it is. Brother Feng can understand the ancient language? Or did he create it himself?"

"I don't know either." Feng Yong was in no mood to pay attention to him, and made up a sentence, "Anyway, it was taught by master after I entered the school."

"Brother Feng doesn't seem to go out very often? Are you so unfamiliar with cars and horses?"

"It doesn't count, it's just that I'm not used to riding a carriage."

six days?Let the future generations go, I take a train, and two round trips across the country are almost enough!

Even if you don't take a car, Feng Yong is not afraid of walking, and it's not that he has never traveled in the army.

But now, looking at this long queue, there are nearly a hundred people, including children, with so much luggage, walking the road of wool?Had to ride a bullock cart.

"Just not used to riding a carriage?"

"Yes."

If you can't make a spring, there will be no shock absorber, no shock absorber, how to prevent shock?
Sitting in the car, the pain in the buttocks was like a needle stick, the stomach was shaking so much that I could hear the sound of water, and my forehead was dazed by the shock.In addition, the carriages like carriages are closed again. If you feel dizzy, it will become motion sickness. If you get motion sickness, you will vomit. After spitting up, you will vomit bile. A dead body in a bullock cart.

"Then Brother Feng doesn't know how to ride a horse?"

"I didn't study."

I can ride a bull!

Li Yi smiled lightly, as if he had received some information. He pointed to the front and asked, "Brother Feng, do you know where the front is?"

"Big and small sword mountain."

Li Yi was a little surprised: "Brother Feng actually knew?"

Feng Yong didn't bother to answer, thinking that when I returned to my hometown from Beijiang, I had to transfer from Jincheng two or three times, and I came here to play for two days. How could I not know?
As for why I came here to see it, of course, it was for the Warcraft map "Guarding the Sword Pavilion".

If the lingering people are here, who Yunhan is dead!
How many young people's blood was aroused by these words back then?Even after Feng Yong crossed over ten years later, there are still countless people silently guarding their youth beliefs.

Li Yi saw the look of nostalgia on Feng Yong's face, and immediately fell silent, thinking to himself, seeing that Feng Mingwen was not used to traveling far away, he thought that his teacher's door was near Jincheng.I never thought about it, but I have even come to Jianshan, and looking at this person's expression, it seems that there are still people in this land of Jianshan?
(End of this chapter)