Farmer of Shu Han

"Oh, there is another news from Feng Langjun from Hanzhong?"

Huang Yueying seemed very interested.

"Yes. They brought something specially for Mrs. Zhang."

Steward Zhao said, and handed over the package in his hand.

Huang Yueying reached out to take it, it didn't feel heavy, but it was heavier than the clothes.

"Thank you, Steward Zhao. It's so cold, if Steward Zhao still has something to do in the city, you might as well tell me, and I'll ask my servants to help."

"Madam Lao is concerned. I came to the city this time to deliver things to the little lady, and nothing else."

"Alright then. I'll send someone to take the housekeeper back to the manor."

Huang Yueying didn't give Butler Zhao a chance to refuse, so she ordered it directly.

Looking back, Zhang Xing was looking eagerly at the package in his hand, smiled and handed it over.

"Thank you, aunt."

Zhang Xing immediately took it over and hugged her tightly, with smiles on his brows and eyes.

Huang Yueying shook her head, and said with a smile: "Such treasure Feng Langjun sent me something, I think you must have asked for it when you wrote to him last time. So I sent it to you this time, right?"

Zhang Xing rolled his big eyes a few times, and said with a smile: "This is a secret between my niece and Feng Langjun, don't talk nonsense."

"You little man, what secrets can you have?"

Huang Yueying said with some amusement.

Zhang Xing pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "A few days ago, my aunt said that my niece has grown up, but this time she thinks she is too small."

As he spoke, he tossed his little head and ran into the mansion, leaving a string of crisp words: "My niece first go back and see what Feng Langjun sent over..."

Huang Yueying, who was following behind, slowly dissipated the smile on her face. Looking at Zhang Xing's uncontrollable joy as she walked, she frowned slightly, revealing a trace of worry and thoughtfulness.

Mrs. Zhang Xiahou was working as a female celebrity in the wing room. When she saw her little daughter rushing in with something in her arms, she thought something had happened.

"Why is Si Niang in such a hurry? Where's your aunt?"

Zhang Xing put the package on the table with a "boom", and replied without looking back: "My aunt is behind."

He was about to unpack the package in a hurry.

"What are you doing? Where did you get the package?"

Mrs. Zhang Xiahou got up and was about to go forward to see what happened, but saw that the little girl was in a hurry, unable to untie the package no matter what, she was sweating profusely.

Half of the fur coat on his body slipped crookedly, but Zhang Xing didn't care about it at all, and he didn't have a ladylike image at all. Zhang Xiahou was very dissatisfied, and was about to scold, but saw a piece of paper falling off the table. letters.

"Where did this letter come from?"

Mrs. Zhang Xiahou picked up the letter and was about to read it clearly when someone said at the door: "This is something that Feng Langjun entrusted someone from Hanzhong to give to Si Niang, and this letter is also addressed to Si Niang. "

"Feng Langjun?"

Zhang Xiahou was very surprised, the youngest daughter wrote to Feng Langjun, she naturally knew about it.

Not only do you know, but you also know what is written in it.

After all, she is Si Niang's biological mother. Although the youngest daughter is young now, she must have a look at the letters she writes to other men, lest she be ignorant and say something that shouldn't be said.

In her opinion, most of the letter contained childish words and children's words. The only sentence that made Feng Langjun pay attention to his body was written by her.

If it were someone else, they would probably treat the letter as a child's game.

I never thought that Feng Langjun would reply a letter in a serious manner, and even send something over.

The inside of this package is not really a child's plaything, is it?

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard her daughter cheering, she finally unwrapped the package, only to reach out her hand to feel inside, and actually took out an object.

"Is it really a play thing?"

Zhang Xiahou said such a sentence a little bit dumbfounded.

What Zhang Xing held in his hand was an object carved out of wood. Although he couldn't see what it looked like, he could basically see the outline of a small man riding a horse.

"Look, Mom, does this little person look like me?"

Zhang Xing ran over as if offering a treasure, held up the toy in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Xiahou.

Zhang Xiahou took a closer look and found the object in Zhang Xing's hand. A little girl who looked like a female general was riding a horse, holding a gun in one hand and controlling the rein in the other, as if leading an army to charge into battle.

Looking closely at the female general's eyebrows, she really has the appearance of a little girl, especially those big eyes, which are very resembling.

It can be seen that thought has been used.

It's just that Feng Langjun didn't know what to think, how could he carve out the outfit of his little daughter?

Zhang Xing seemed to like this thing very much, he couldn't put it down and turned it over and over again. When he saw a curved board underneath, he immediately put it on the desk, and just touched it lightly, and the female general started to move.

Zhang Xing was overjoyed and giggled.

After Huang Yueying sent Zhang Xing back there, she said a few words to Zhang Xiahou, and then left.

"In Feng Langjun's opinion, he really dotes on this fourth lady."

Mrs. Zhang Xiahou sent Huang Yueying away. Seeing her youngest daughter still enjoying playing with the little wooden figure, she shook the letter in her hand, "Si Niang, do you still want to read Feng Langjun's letter?" gone?"

"want!"

Zhang Xing woke up suddenly, Feng Langjun didn't just give himself this plaything.

Immediately ran over, took the letter in Grandma's hand, opened the seal, and there was another letter inside besides the letter paper.

"Hey, it seems that this is written for Grandma."

"Written for me?"

Zhang Xiahou was totally unexpected this time, thinking that he and Feng Langjun basically had nothing to do with each other, how could he write a letter to himself?

She has been through the world for a long time, and she is calm in her heart. She is not in a hurry to open it and read it, but let Zhang Xing read the letter Feng Yong wrote to herself.

The youngest daughter wrote letters to other men, and she had to read them, and she naturally wanted to know the contents of letters written by other men to the youngest daughter.

And letting the daughter read the letter is also a way to read and recognize characters.

Feng Yong regards Zhang Xing as a little girl, so naturally he won't write anything that shouldn't be written, basically it's just some Hanzhong knowledge, and he also said that he gave her a play object, which is considered to have fulfilled her request in the last reply.

Only at the end, it was mentioned that she was given a set of clothes, which are woolen clothes that are a specialty of Hanzhong.

"Go, go and see what the clothes Feng Langjun gave you look like."

Zhang Xiahou nodded slightly after listening, thinking that Feng Langjun still knows how to measure.

Zhang Xing hurried over to look through the package again.

Only then did Zhang Xiahou open the letter Feng Yong wrote to him and read it.

During the Three Kingdoms period, there were trousers, but they were crotch trousers.

The winter clothes that Feng Yong sent over were actually similar to the long johns of later generations, except that they were changed to open crotch according to the current trousers, and Zhang Xing was specially instructed to put a layer of lining on the innermost part when wearing them.