Farmer of Shu Han

"How many are willing?"

Feng Yong asked, and at the same time his heart beat a little faster, thinking that this is the moment when people will turn their backs.

"There are families with suitable children, but there are three families where no one comes."

The steward's words are like the style of future leaders who are hospitalized - can't remember the people who came to visit, but can remember the people who didn't come to visit.

Two of the three families were naturally the two whose children fell ill after the autumn rain.

"Isn't there an only son in the family? Are you willing?"

Feng Yong was very surprised.

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

"I'm just going to talk to the lord about this. The one who is willing to go in the village is the only son, that is, Gouzi. His mother also came to ask today, and said that he is worried about Gouzi going to such a far place. Can you go?" Take her too."

Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had become a class enemy who cruelly oppressed the peasant brothers. According to the housekeeper, those three families who are unwilling also have only sons?

But after thinking about it, these days, the whole family is dead everywhere, can they be pitiful?

Besides, Lao Tzu is also an only son, and he is so alone that he can go to the master's house, but you can't?

Thinking about it this way, my heart suddenly became angry.

"Those three families, let them go when the wheat is harvested next year. The chickens raised..." I wanted to be cruel at first, but thinking about why it is hard to be hard, let them leave a little room. Feng Yong could only sigh in the end, and continued, "Take half of it back, and leave the rest to them."

As expected, the housekeeper objected fiercely: "That's impossible! If the white-eyed wolf can treat him like this, what will the loyal people in the village think? This example can't be opened, my lord."

"Then what Uncle Zhao said?"

"Take back all the land and chickens, and drive them out of Zhuangzi directly." The housekeeper said without hesitation.

It really is the true nature of the evil landlord class!

Now that the farming season has passed, driving people out at this time means driving them to a dead end.

Why do the textbooks of later generations say that the feudal society bound the peasants to the land?

Because without land, life and death are controlled by others.

"Isn't that good?" Feng Yong frowned, "After all, they have already planted the land, so it's a waste of food and energy..."

"This is of course returning all the food to them. I would rather give some more food. It's like hiring people to farm the land, and I can't let them stay on the farm anymore." The butler's expression showed a stern determination.

"If the lord doesn't want the hearts of the people in the village to disperse, that's the only way to go." Seeing that Feng Yong was still hesitating, the butler persuaded earnestly, "The old servant also knows that the lord is kind. , so that they can survive this year, but they must not be allowed to stay in Zhuangzi anymore."

"Then... Uncle Zhao, you can figure it out, but don't let the truth lie." Feng Yong nodded, agreeing with the housekeeper.

"My lord, what is the excuse? Even if they want to keep them, they will definitely be ashamed. If you don't believe it, the news will spread in two days. The lord looks at it, and they don't need old servants to drive them away. I will leave. It is our kindness to give them more food compensation, even if it is less, it is our duty."

Okay, okay, you are right.

Feng Yong let out a sigh of relief, and said three times silently: I didn't do this, it was the butler's doing, and it's none of my business.

Then he nodded and ordered: "Give me more food, it's not in vain to work on our farm for so long."

That's how things are settled.

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

The ancient officialdom was really bad, and the ancient carriages were really bad. After driving 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 sprawled on the bullock cart, looking at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the apes climbing over the steep mountains from time to time, and he would never go into the carriage again, singing weakly "Camel Bell" that no one can understand.

Guan Ji, who had been riding a horse, looked at Feng Yong, who didn't care about his image, several times, frowning, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

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

Feng Yong, whose whole body was weak, turned his eyeballs and stopped singing like mourning. He thought to himself that this is the Mandarin of later generations. If you can understand it, you must be a ghost. It is normal for Wenxuan not to understand the language of the door."

Li Yi nodded: "So that's the case. Brother Feng's family 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 casually, "Anyway, after I entered the teacher's school, the master taught me."

"Brother Feng, it seems that he doesn't travel far often? Are you so unaccustomed to traveling?"

"Not really, it's just that I'm not used to riding in 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 he doesn't take a car, Feng Yong is not afraid of walking, and it's not like he hasn't been in the army before.

But now look at this long line, nearly a hundred people, including children, so much luggage, walking the woolen road? I had to take a horse-drawn cart.

"It's just that you're not used to riding a carriage?"

"yes."

If you can't make a spring, you don't have a shock absorber. Without a shock absorber, how can you prevent shocks?

Sitting in the car, my butt hurt like a needle prick, my stomach was shaking so much that I could hear the sound of water, and my forehead was so shaken that I was dazed. In addition, the compartment of the carriage is closed, and if you are dizzy, you will become motion sickness. If you get motion sickness, you will vomit, and you will vomit bile after you vomit. Lit the corpse on the bullock cart.

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

"I haven't learned it."

I can ride a bull!

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

"Small and small sword mountains."

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 northern Xinjiang, I changed trains from Jincheng two or three times, and even came here to play for two days, how could I not know?

As for why I came here to take a look, of course it was because of the Warcraft map "Guarding the Sword Pavilion".

If the stern man is here, whoever Yun Han is dead!

How many youths' blood were aroused by these words back then? Even after Feng Yong crossed over ten years later, there are still countless people silently guarding their youthful beliefs.

Seeing the look of nostalgia on Feng Yong's face, Li Yi fell silent at the moment, thinking to himself, seeing that Feng Mingwen is not used to traveling far, he thought his master's gate was near Jincheng. I never thought that I even came to Jianshan, and judging from this person's expression, there seems to be someone who has something to think about in this place of Jianshan?