Farmer of Shu Han

Hearing the steward's tone, the foolish boldness immediately gave in, and he dared to murmur, "I don't know if it's true?"

The steward jumped up on the spot on the spot: "You are blind! The old man is from the Shaofu, does the Shaofu know? That is His Majesty's property."

Then he pointed to the soldier next to him: "Did you see that? This is a soldier from the Governor's Mansion. If it wasn't true, would he be standing here?"

When the leaders of Guizhou saw this aura and heard the words again, some people believed them on the spot.

That's Your Majesty!

These days, who would dare to use His Majesty's name to bluff and deceive?

What's more, there are soldiers from the Dudu's Mansion standing here-in today's Pingyi County, apart from the people from the Dudu's Mansion, who else dares to hold weapons?

The government doesn't dare to use the emperor's old man's name as a cover to deceive themselves, right?

Besides, if there were no soldiers looking at it with murderous looks, I'm afraid that this bit of rice would have been swarmed up and snatched away.

"Is it really the Queen's fault?"

Among the crowd, a woman stood up, with a bit of shyness on her face, but there was a sense of generosity in her words and deeds.

She looked up at the sign standing next to her, and asked in surprise, "You can become a steward after you become a proficient? And wages?"

"Naturally."

The manager is a person who came from the Shaofu anyway, so he naturally has good eyesight. When he saw this woman, he knew that she had learned etiquette at least.

After listening to what she said, she was still literate?

Not daring to be negligent at the moment, she quickly said: "If this lady doesn't believe it, you can go and see the announcement outside the gate of the Dudu's Mansion in the city. This is what the Queen said personally, and Feng Langjun did it in person."

"Which Feng Langjun?"

The woman looked disheveled, she must have not had a full meal for a long time, but her body was still tidied up, she couldn't resist not looking at Mi Zi, and asked politely.

"It is Feng Langjun who made the eight ox plow."

"I don't know."

The woman shook her head.

Before Feng Tubie made the Ba Niu plow, Nanzhong was already in chaos, and it was impossible to plow the land, let alone the Ba Niu plow.

"Feng Langjun who offered advice to Dong and Sun Wu."

"I don't know either."

"Feng Langjun who let the rebel army go to Hanzhong to make atonement."

"never heard of that."

"Li Dudu's son Lang recognized Feng Langjun as his elder brother..."

"It's so powerful?"

The woman was finally surprised this time.

Whether it is the emperor or the prime minister, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot be seen or touched, but this Li Dudu can really be felt.

Today's life is really hard, but if it weren't for Dudu Li guarding the peace of this side, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to survive.

The one who can be recognized by Li Dudu's family son Lang as his elder brother must not be an ordinary person.

Coupled with the fact that Dudu Li's people were standing beside him at this time, and Feng Langjun was so close to Li Langjun, what is the difference between this matter and what Li Dudu did in person?

A group of people believed another five or six points on the spot.

"This spinning and weaving, how can you be called a proficient hand?"

The woman seems to be different from those rural women who have never seen the world. At this time, they can still ask such questions.

"On ordinary looms, if you can weave two bolts of cloth a day, you can be called a proficient hand. When you arrive in Hanzhong, you don't need to talk about food and housing. Ordinary weavers eat two meals a day, and you are full. You have one extra meal at noon when you are in charge. Steamed cakes are not bad."

The steward was very eloquent, and as he spoke frothyly, he picked up a spoon and stirred the millet to make the rice more fragrant.

"There are four laundry changes throughout the year, one for each season."

The manager's words are like the temptation of a devil, coupled with the strong rice fragrance, it immediately makes people's eyes red.

"But, there are children in my family..."

The woman's heart was also fluttering, and her face flushed a little, as if she also felt that her request was too much.

"It's okay, it's okay, Feng Langjun in Hanzhong, he is a young hero that even the prime minister praises!"

The steward quickly said, "Anyone who has children at home can bring them with them. In the textile workshop, there are special caretakers for the children. On weekdays, when you go to work, the children in the workshop will gather together and be supervised by someone. If the workshop performs well, there will be people teaching literacy.”

"Teaching to read?"

The woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she said excitedly, "Is that true?"

"That's just good performance."

"Definitely good performance, sure good performance!"

The woman nodded again and again, although she herself could read and write, but not much.

And just because she is literate, she knows that this is not an easy task.

She is a woman, even if she is willing to teach, even if she usually does not use paper, but where can she find pens, ink, knives, bamboo slips and other things? These are no small expenses.

Not to mention that even eating is a problem now.

"Dare to ask how to get to Hanzhong?"

The woman no longer wants to explore whether this is true, or, even if it is not true, the situation is not worse than it is now.

Men may be better, but as women, especially in the dark, reality is no different from nightmares.

"Come here! This is a contract, this lady wants to hear the content?"

The steward finally received the first order, and he was elated, and quickly took out the contract he had drawn up.

"The concubine believes in the queen."

The woman's words were very ingenious, since it was in the name of the empress, the mistress of the world would not deceive herself.

"Okay, big, it's really bigger than a man."

The steward stretched out his thumb, "My lady, you just need to press your fingerprint here. If there are other people in the family, please make it clear."

...

Older, or not-so-good-looking women and girls, in the past, except for the occasional meal from the government, most of them would stay outside the city, or find some wild vegetables, or eat some bark to wrap their stomachs.

The pretty girls stayed in certain places in the city, walking around from time to time, looking around with begging and hopeful eyes, as if they were waiting for something.

A young woman mingles with a swaddling baby.

Although the clothes on her body were old and had small holes in some places, they were still much cleaner than those around her, and it could be seen that the original fabric was also a good material that few people could afford.

In addition, although she was down and out, she still stood there with shyness between her brows and a bit of boudoir temperament, she still didn't seem to adapt to this situation.

It can be seen that she originally had a good family.

A man with a wretched face came over, looked him up and down, swallowed, and asked, "How about half a steamed cake?"

The young girl took a step back in fear, glanced at the man, endured her fear and nausea, and shook her head slightly: "One."

"I said, isn't your bitch asking too much?"

The man smiled contemptuously, and the stench from his mouth sprayed directly at the girl, making the girl almost spit it out, "Half is a lot. Others, let's say it's worth two nights, you are good, and you want to beat others four in one night." night?"

It may be that the man's bad breath smelled into the baby in the girl's arms, or it may be that the baby was hungry and cried out immediately.

The girl hurriedly coaxed the child up, but the child couldn't stop crying, and kept digging his head into her arms.

She understood that the child was hungry.

But she was always hungry, where did she get the milk?

Glancing at the man, tears finally flowed from his eyes, and he nodded, "Half, but you have to give two extra bites."

The man smiled triumphantly, nodded and said, "That's fine too."

He sighed pretentiously again, "Who told me to be kind?"