Farmer of Shu Han

"Stop, what are you running for? Come back!" Feng Yong stopped Yaomei who had slipped to the door.

Yaomei came back slowly, with her head lowered, her hands kept on the corners of her clothes, as if she had done something wrong.

I didn't say anything, what's the matter with your appearance?

I was already in a bad mood, and the hot weather made me even more irritable, but seeing Yaomei's appearance, Feng Yong laughed instead: "Why are you panicking? I don't want to eat you!"

Yaomei raised her head timidly, then quickly lowered her head.

"Go, get my fishing rod and go fishing with me."

"My lord, it's almost time to eat, why don't you go out without some food?" Yaomei summoned up her courage and asked.

Since his family's chicken farming business started to get on the right track, Feng Yong changed the family's two meals a day to three meals a day. Anyway, there were not many people in the family, and there was enough food, so the butler silently calculated the bill and didn't say anything.

Three meals a day is something only rich and noble people do, and the mansion also eats three meals a day. I am happy who can control me?

"I'm not in the mood, what to eat, don't hurry up."

After waiting for a long time, the person who was waiting never came, Feng Yong stretched his waist, decided not to wait any longer, and took Yaomei straight to his fishing treasure.

"It's still comfortable to come out!" Lying on the grass by the river, with the shade of willows on his head, Feng Yong sighed as a feeling of dampness and cold rushed towards his face from the river.

Yaomei was trying to put on the bait, then let out the fishing line, and said to Feng Yong: "My lord, it's too hot now, and there are no fish to eat."

Feng Yong curled his lips, too lazy to talk to this uneducated silly girl.

The fishing fun of cultural people is fishing, not fishing, and I don’t understand it if I tell her.

Under the shade of Liu and outside the shade of Liu are completely two worlds, Feng Yong was a little confused by the wind, turned over and told Yaomei: "Go, drive the cicadas on the tree to me, it's so noisy that people can't sleep Sleep."

Last night I was worried that I didn't sleep well all night, and this morning I sat and waited for a long time. Zhao Guang, who came to eat and drink almost on time on weekdays, did not show up today. Feng Yong was a little disappointed, but he felt that it was expected .

After all, he had offended the Guan family, and he was probably in a dilemma, so he had no choice but to hide at home and not go out to avoid embarrassment.

Both physically and mentally exhausted, and now he finally felt a little sleepy, Feng Yong planned to lie down under the tree and sleep for a day.

"The world is like a chess game, people are like children, people are like children, who will hold the son..."

When Yaomei managed to drive away all the cicadas in the nearby trees, Feng Yong just closed his eyes and wanted to have a good sleep, but singing sounded again not far away.

The singing voice was far and ancient, but in the ears of the sleepy Feng Yong, there was a noise harsher than the cicadas.

Who the hell is this? Do you still have a sense of public morality when you disturb people to sleep during nap time?

The singing became louder and louder, and it sounded like the person was coming from Jincheng official road and passing Fengzhuang. Feng Yong covered his ears irritably, hoping that the lunatic who was singing on the road under the sun in broad daylight would leave soon. go.

Unexpectedly, after a while, not only did the singing sound not disappear as the pedestrians went away as imagined, but it became clearer and clearer, and there was even a feeling of being close at hand.

"My lord, my lord, that person is here." Yaomei shouted in a panic.

Push your nose to your face?

Feng Yongyi sat up and looked around, as expected, the singer not far away had already stepped off the official path and was walking in his direction. After walking a few more steps, I could finally see the appearance of the person who came. He was about forty years old, and his steps were frivolous. In his arms, he held a big wine gourd like a baby, and took a sip from time to time. His outer shirt was half untied, and there were still a lot of wine stains on his chest.

This is quite a drunkard!

"It's so hot in summer, it's really hot. My little friend is very at ease, don't you mind if I take a rest here?" Half smoked and half drunk, he sat down about three feet away from Feng Yong.

I said I mind, will you just go away?

Feng Yong's nose moved, and the smell of sour vinegar that had expired rushed straight into his nostrils, and he moved away calmly.

"Mr. Xiaolang, do you think my clothes are not clean?" The visitor looked at Feng Yong with drunken eyes, hiccupped, and smelled sour wine from afar.

To say that you are disheveled is flattering you, is it simply sloppy?

"Mr. is a famous gentleman. This is not disheveled, but unrestrained. Presumably Mr. is also a person who does not stick to the world."

Disgusting is disgusting, but flattery is still a must. These days, the ones who can wear the crown are basically officials, and this official, it’s fine to drink during the prohibition. After all, as long as there is a way, you can still get alcohol at this time, but Liu Bei has not buried you. As an official, you are all over the world Running wild and drunk, Feng Yong could only say: rbq, rbq.

The visitor laughed, pointed at Feng Yong and said, "Sure enough, Mr. Feng is charming with his clever words. I can't complain that even a character like Zhuge Kongming will follow your way."

This kills a thousand swords!

Feng Yongdeng's face suddenly changed, his eyes widened: "Why do you humiliate me so much?"

Hearing that Fourteenth Lang swearing like that yesterday, Feng Yong wasn't worried at all, but now hearing this fellow say the same thing, Feng Yong wished he could push this drunkard directly to the bottom of the river, so that he would never come up again.

Liu Bei was defeated in Yiling, and almost every family in Sichuan had filial piety. How many ordinary people have never scolded Liu Bei? But is it useful? These heads of Guizhou without any rights have never been taken seriously. But it would be different if the gentry scolded, it would shake the foundation of the rule, and even be engraved in the history books. Countless years after death, they would be pulled out from time to time to flog the corpse, so I asked you if you were afraid?

Why? The reason is very simple, because the gentry hold the right to speak, if you say you can do it, you can do it, if you can’t do it, you can do it, if you say you can’t do it, you can’t do it, and you can’t do it.

In the same way, Fourteenth Lang is the steward of the Guan family at best, but at the worst, he is just a servant. Even if he scolds him to death, Feng Yong is not afraid, because it will not harm his reputation, and you If you dare to scold in front of me, I dare to tease you, and others have nothing to say.

But if officials who are representatives of the gentry say such things, then Feng Yong's reputation will be settled. How cunning, how vicious! Since then, he has been known as a tell-tale villain, which cannot be washed away.

So the pit dug by the old demon Zhuge is really deep!

The drunk man was not afraid at all, took a sip of wine as if no one else was there, turned his head away, without looking at Feng Yong: "I just came here and saw you lying peacefully, and I thought you could still be so leisurely when the catastrophe is imminent. I'm sure, but it's unexpected, but I think highly of you. It seems that the so-called "young hero" is just an exaggeration."

Feng Yong was so angry that he trembled all over, how good would it be if he had a brick in his hand? Just hit this guy on the head, destroying the corpse on the spot!

He first said that Feng Yong was a villain, and then he openly doubted Zhuge Laoyao's evaluation—either Feng Yong was not worthy of this evaluation, or Feng Yong was lying. No matter which one it is, Feng Yong's reputation will be tainted forever.

In this era when reputation is more important than life, people with a little face would rather commit suicide than live with a bad reputation. Even if Feng Yong had a thicker skin and could survive with a bad reputation, it would definitely be a miserable life.

The most typical example is Liu Bei.

Liu Bei was able to win the country of the Shu Han, and the name of benevolence and virtue is indispensable. Although the enemies are saying that he is hypocritical, but as long as he has a good reputation, how can he be hypocritical? Liu Bei said that even if it is hypocrisy for the rest of his life, he is willing!

"The nobleman speaks loudly, don't you know your name?"

Hold on, hold on...

Feng Yong is secretly telling himself, first find out the details of the enemy, and don't be impulsive - if it is a not very important character, let's see how I kill him! The reputation of being a bad guy is like murdering one's parents!