Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 70 Is there a style similar to the Zheng family?

This rule was not set by Feng Yong, but by the tacit agreement of everyone in the village, consciously or unintentionally.Liao people also know that they are outsiders, and they themselves have a sense of inferiority towards Han people, so they silently abide by this rule and naturally dare not go beyond it.

A society whose class has been fixed is never a dynamic society, and a society whose ascending channel is blocked is a society that will have problems sooner or later.

It is also common to put this principle on a smaller scale and apply it to a small village.Therefore, although Feng Yong did not intend to challenge the customs, he secretly mixed some of his own private goods into it.For example, on the pretext of saying that there are too few people in the house, asking the steward to choose one of the staff to work in the house.Such a statement will at least give the Liao people a little hope: this master family should not be like other Han people who treat the Liao people as human beings.And it is uncertain, what if you are the next lucky one?
A bowl of poisonous chicken soup was brought over by Feng Yong from later generations and poured into these servants.

Yaomei, as Feng Yong's personal maid, usually follows the master and waits on him at any time.It's just that the housekeeper went to the city today, and as the third person in the mansion, she had to stay in the mansion.Looking at the sun outside, I was thinking about whether the tea on the slope was finished. Should I send some more to the lord, I didn't expect that Huang Yueying had already come to Feng's house at this time.

Fortunately, she had met Huang Yueying a few times. Although she didn't know her identity, she knew that she was a noble person in the city, and immediately told her master to take the people from the village uphill to open up wasteland today.Huang Yueying was moved on the spot and asked Yaomei to lead the way to the hillside behind the village.

Before he even got there, he saw from a distance a group of people on the slope working in full swing, and the sound of reading books was even more clear.

Huang Yueying was stunned for a moment, and she thought to herself that among the countryside, who actually opened a school here?
When I got closer, I realized that a group of children lined up on the slope were reading.Standing in front of those children, walking around with their hands behind their backs, who is not Feng Yong?
Although Zhao Guang had also told her about Feng Yong's teaching literacy to the children of the village, but when she thought about it, it was not an easy task to open the door, let alone to the children of the village.It is estimated that it is just to teach a few words in my spare time.I didn't expect to see it today, but it was beyond my expectations.

The scorching sun shone on a group of Zhuanghu children who were in the army and recited the text of Kaimeng. From a distance, there seemed to be colorful lights. Even if they were holding an oil umbrella, they felt dizzy. Dazzling feeling.

This bastard, and how much stuff is still in his stomach?

"What article are you reading over there? You've never heard of it before?" Huang Yueying stopped and listened quietly for a while before asking.

She originally meant to ask Zhao Guang, but Yaomei, who was leading the way, thought she was asking her, and immediately stopped, turned her head and saluted, "Madam Hui, that is the thousand-character script that the master made up for the children of Zhuangshang. arts."

"That's the thousand-character script?" Huang Yueying listened for a while and praised, "It's plain and simple, easy to recite and easy to remember. Do you know this text too?"

Yaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "Madam Hui, when my master wrote this article, the slaves were still watching. Speaking of which, this village was the first thousand-character script that slaves learned."

"You actually learned this article?" Huang Yueying felt a little incredible, "Then what those children above memorize, you also memorize?"

Yaomei nodded, a little embarrassed: "Listen to the lord, this thousand-character text is just like its name, and there are a thousand words in total, but the characters are different. It is divided into four paragraphs, one about heaven and earth, two about personnel, and three about the world. , The four lectures on pastoral fields are exquisite. It's just that the slaves are clumsy and do not learn very well. After a long time, they only learned half of it. For this, the master scolded the slaves several times, saying that the slaves were not suitable for reading. ."

Huang Yueying, who had always felt that she already knew Feng Yong to a certain extent, was looking at the maid in Feng's mansion who was able to say such words, but now she was walking up and down the slope, looking at the figure without an upright posture. , suddenly felt so unfamiliar.

"I heard in the past that there was a maid in Zheng Gong's house, and she was also elegant. I didn't expect to see such a strange thing in Fengzhuang today." Guan Ji, who has rarely spoken, suddenly spoke with her eyes straight. He looked at the slope, not knowing what he was thinking.

She had seen Feng Yong teach those children several times in the Fengzhuang open space.It was just that Feng Tubie's rural education career had just started. Feng Yong only taught a few words at a time, and the children could only memorize the first few sentences of the thousand-character script. Naturally, it was far less uniform than it is now. It was shocking to recite a long article out loud.

In the past, all the servants in Zheng Xuan's family were familiar with "Mao Poems".A maid played and said, "Hu Wei is in the mud?" The maid responded, "Bo Yan goes to Su, and I meet his anger."

The dialogue between the two maids is all from the "Book of Songs", which is so elegant.Zheng Xuan taught well, and the world knows it.

What Guan Ji said is such a story.

"The Book of Kaimeng is not comparable to Mao Shi."

Huang Yueying did not agree with this, she turned her head and glared at Zhao Guang fiercely.This is also a confused boy. Such an important thing, he just mentioned a sentence to her, and he didn't even tell her the outline.

Zhao Guang was inexplicably glared at him, and he was very confused—here I am, what did I do wrong?
The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and Feng Yong, who was on the slope for a few laps, felt a little unbearable, and couldn't help sighing that he had lost his true nature as a peasant after all.Thinking back to the previous life, when I was a child, under the sun, endured the sultry heat, and worked in the fields with adults. I worked in the high temperature for a whole day without any discomfort. Now, I have long lost the spirit of contempt for Father Taiyang.

The servant girl A Mei, who was pulled out as a temporary maid, handed over a bowl of tea with a wink. Feng Yong looked at the dark-skinned girl with admiration, took the bowl and drank it.

"My lord, the young lady has brought someone here."

Ah Mei, a Liao girl, is 17 years old this year. She speaks Chinese fluently. I heard that her Ah Weng is a Han Chinese. He taught Ah Mei to speak Chinese since she was a child, but she died of illness when she was 12 years old.Ah Mei's mother dragged her to the age of 15 alone, and she passed away two years ago.Of course, these were all the butler told Feng Yong after inquiring about them.

I have to say that Feng Yong has such a housekeeper, it really saves a lot of heart.As long as it is the people and things in Zhuang, he will try his best to keep it in his hands, so as not to let accidents disturb Feng Zhuang's peace.

Hearing A Mei's words, Feng Yong turned his head to look, and sure enough, Yaomei was walking over with Huang Yueying at the foot of the hill.As for why Feng Yong knew at a glance that it was Huang Yueying?Just look at the iceberg beauty next to the guy with the umbrella.

Alas, damn love at first sight!
　Will update later on weekends.

　　
　
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