Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 67

"Mother, Auntie!"

The very cheerful little loli ran in with her skirt "da da da", each gave a salute to her mother and aunt, then got up and looked around, not finding what she wanted, looking a little disappointed.

Seeing his daughter's expression, Zhang Xiahou's heart skipped a beat, what is this child looking for?

"Siniang come here, my mother has something to ask you."

Zhang Xing leaned over obediently, raised his head and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Zhang Xiahou pondered for a while before asking, "Siniang, is it more fun in the palace or Feng Zhuang?"

As soon as Zhang Xing heard this, his eyes lit up: "It's fun in the palace."

Zhang Xiahou breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Feng Zhuang is more fun, and the emperor's brother-in-law is not as fun as Feng Langjun."

Zhang Xiahou almost choked in his throat in one breath.

Who did this kid learn to pant from?
Zhang Xiahou has a polite but embarrassing smile on his face: "Don't say that about your emperor's brother-in-law, the emperor is naturally good..."

"But it's not as fun as Feng Langjun." Zhang Xing still insisted on his belief, and tried hard to convince his grandmother, "The emperor's brother-in-law can't weave dogs out of weeds, and he can't make willow whistle out of willow branches. Yes and there, I won’t touch the fish, let alone…”

"Okay, alright..." Zhang Xiahou interrupted his daughter's words, not knowing what it was like, he was still struggling with selling women for glory, but he didn't expect to start selling them, and his daughter had already sold it by herself. I sold it myself, really...Daughter, how can you ask your mother to sell you for a good price when you look like this?
Huang Yueying had an irresistible smile on her face, and said to Zhang Xiahou, "Elder Sister, what do you think...how about it?"

Zhang Xiahou reluctantly pushed his daughter to Huang Yueying's side, and smiled bitterly: "What else can I say, I can't complain that she is not clamoring to enter the palace like before, always talking about some excuses. It turns out that the root of words that people can't understand is here. That Feng Langjun, it's rare, he can even coax children!"

The word "child" was bitten very hard.

Huang Yueying nodded her head clearly: "Don't worry, sister, the little sister has said that the child of Siniang, I am also my own daughter, and I will not let her suffer grievances. Now she is still young and her temperament is unstable. Who can say for sure?"

"That's good." Zhang Xiahou was assured, and then he felt relieved, nodded and said, "My husband has been with the late emperor all his life, and he has just built the foundation of the Zhang family. Today's Zhang residence is better than the previous one. Insufficient, but more than the next, I dare not ask for more. I have said before, this Siniang, I do not ask her to be rich and noble, but to seek peace and happiness is a blessing, even now, I still That's what she thinks. In the future, how will she go, and she will be happy. "

"Sister said yes." Huang Yueying lowered her head and replied.

"Siniang, will your aunt take you to Fengzhuang to play?"

"Really?" Zhang Xing threw himself into Huang Yueying's arms at once, digging his little head a few times in it, before he looked up, "Auntie is so nice!"

Zhang Xiahou's face was a little helpless. Who is this daughter born to?
It was probably because God saw that Dahan had suffered many disasters in the past few years, and sent a rare kindness. This year's autumn harvest not only did not rain, but also gave many days of sunny days in a row.

According to Huang Yueying's instructions, Feng Yong dried and sealed up the grain harvested from the several acres of land sprinkled with farmyard manure, waiting for her to check it out.

This approach made the farmer a little worried, so he ran to ask the housekeeper what was going on.Being slapped in the face by the housekeeper was a burst of scolding: "When will it be your turn to dictate what the master is going to do? Not to mention, when did our master let the people in the village suffer? It's all a bunch of ghosts. Yes! In the future, let me, old man, hear that someone in the village is chewing their tongues behind their backs, and I carefully peeled off your skin!"

After scolding the people, the housekeeper took a sigh of relief and continued: "The day the sickle was opened, it's not that you didn't see that a noble came to measure the land. The nobles will see it. After the nobles have seen it, they will naturally divide it for you."

The housekeeper actually hated Feng Yong's behavior of lying under the willow tree all day long and fishing.Do you think there is any master family in the world who would look like this in front of Zhuang Hu?When the farmers in the other villages came before their lord, which one was not trembling?On his own estate, although the farmer has nothing disrespectful to the lord, but when it comes to fear, there is not much of it—how can this look like the lord!

After the autumn harvest, it is reasonable to rest for a few days, and then prepare to plant winter wheat.But Feng Zhuang's master was a tossing man, and after only two days of rest, he began to do some confusing things.

It's not a strange thing to open up wasteland, but the wasteland around here has almost been opened, and the main family actually hit the slopes behind Zhuangzi.Can you grow food on the hillside?This is the question in the hearts of the farmers, but no one dares to laugh at the master in private anymore.In addition to being afraid that the housekeeper would hear that he really gave him loose pine skin, more importantly, Feng Yong had already convinced the farmers in the village without knowing it.

The changes in this village are getting bigger and bigger day by day, and everyone can see it.Hearing from the housekeeper, this master's family is a son of a master, but he doesn't dare to talk nonsense and lose his duty.If we come to the Lord's house to ask us to do this, there must be some reason, just do it accordingly.

And the staff who lived in the cave at the foot of the hillside added another layer of worry: This master family will not drive us away, will it?
Feng Yongcai is too lazy to care about the thoughts of the farmers and his colleagues. He really feels bad for the farmland policy of the feudal society. You said that you should not only control whether the land is being planted all the time, but also control what is planted in the land. Is it too much?

These people simply don't understand what a market economy is. In later generations, who cares what you grow in your fields?The use of cultivated land to build houses has spread all over the world.As long as the "chicken farts" go up, who cares if you have a food crisis?

It is impossible to communicate with the backward feudal people, and even if you want to use a small plot of land to cultivate tea seedlings after the autumn harvest, you will be fined. This is completely unreasonable!In the end, Feng Yong had no choice but to hit the hillside. He chose a small hillside that no one lived in, and directly pulled the people who could come out of the village to open up wasteland-I planted some tea trees on the hillside of my house, you You never say anything, do you?

At the beginning, Feng Yong wanted to collect tea seeds for planting. Later, he found out that the tea trees were cross-pollinated. Only a total of six tea trees were found on the hills behind. Not even a single seed could be produced. hair!Fortunately, it can also be propagated by cuttings, so that Feng Yong's planting career will not be aborted.

But in this way, I have to save my own tea leaves - almost all the branches that can be cut off from the six tea trees have been cut down, and before the new branches grow, I don't even think about picking another piece of tea leaves!
(End of this chapter)