Farmer of Shu Han

Of course, building a road can't be called an infrastructure madman, but Feng Yong not only wants to renovate all the roads in the textile workshop, but also starts to build another yard next to the small courtyard where they live.

Then, not far from the small courtyard, another area was set aside for large-scale construction.

The construction of the three places started at the same time. In this year, it can be regarded as a big project.

That is because Feng Yong has someone under his command, so Feng Yong has the capital to become an infrastructure madman.

Fortunately, the three construction sites are not too far away, and whether it is in Nanzheng or here, I have built houses with bricks and tiles, and I have a team of skilled construction workers under my command.

So apart from road construction requiring him to keep an eye on it, building a house does not require him to keep an eye on it all the time.

Otherwise it wouldn't be busy enough to cut him in half.

At noon that day, Feng Yong rushed from the road construction site to the house construction site. When he passed the big house of the textile workshop on the way, he saw several people standing at the door of the textile workshop, and one of them was Li Mu.

Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be preaching to several women in front of her.

This is not a strange thing at all, after all, Li Mu is now the chief steward of the textile workshop, and it is quite normal to preach to the people below.

Even in Feng Yong's eyes, this is what a steward really looks like.

Unlike Guan Ji, as long as nothing happened in the textile workshop, she would keep silent.

Whether Li Mu is qualified for this job is still uncertain.

Hope she doesn't let herself down.

So Feng Yong didn't want to interfere with the matter in front of him, but a figure behind Li Mu forced him to stop and watch.

Quietly get closer, yes, it is Amei.

How did this girl get involved with Li Mu?

I saw her face showing anxiety, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, trying to open her mouth to say something several times, but she couldn't say it, and she didn't know whether she didn't know how to speak or was afraid to speak.

Li Mu's expression was serious, it could even be said to be so severe.

The distance is not too close, and I can only vaguely hear what is not counted, and I have to report something.

Ah Mei looked around as if asking for help, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, her eyes lit up, and she was about to speak, but Feng Yong waved his hand, turned and left.

Li Mu is now in the rookie period, and it is time to establish authority. If Feng Yong intervenes at this time, it will not only make Li Mu unable to let go, but also damage her prestige in front of her subordinates.

This is not Feng Yong's original intention to let her be in charge.

Right or wrong, always let her do it first.

Feng Yong didn't believe that Li Mu dared to have any bad intentions, so he took a step back and said that even if she had something different, Feng Yong wouldn't worry about it.

At least there are labor laws in later generations, so that those vampire capitalists dare not be too presumptuous.

There are a lot of employees with a little personality who just pack up and fire the boss.

But here, the workers belong to their own heart, spleen, liver and lungs from the inside to the outside. If someone really wants to be fat, he will chop off a few heads, and then send the rest to the mine, where they will wait People are going to the mines!

Whoever is tired of living a stable life, Feng Yong doesn't mind letting him go underground to see the scenery.

After seeing the other two construction sites, Feng Yong returned to his small courtyard, took off his helmet made of wicker, and patted the dirt on his body.

Ah Mei has already returned, came to help Feng Yong wash his hands and face, and then brought the lunch.

"Where's San Niang?"

Seeing that Guan Ji was not there, Feng Yong asked a little strangely.

Needless to say, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, Li Qiu and Huang Chong also have their own affairs to be busy, so they seldom come over for dinner now.

"Miss Guan said that she is not feeling well, she is resting in her room now, let the lord eat first."

Ah Mei set the table and chopsticks and explained.

"uncomfortable?"

When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately asked worriedly, "Are you sick?"

Guan Ji practiced martial arts all the year round and was always in good health, so why did she suddenly fall ill?

Ah Mui blushed slightly, shook her head and said, "I'm not sick, it's just a stomachache, it will be fine in a few days."

How many days?

Looking at Amei's expression, Feng Yong suddenly understood.

He had never seen Guan Ji have this kind of problem before, and Feng Yong thought it was because of her good physical fitness, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Sanniang, it seems like you've never been like this before, right?"

Feng Yong thought for a while, then asked Amei uncertainly.

Amei didn't expect the lord to even ask such a thing, and her face turned even redder.

"In the past... Mrs. Guan didn't seem to have... Somehow, it has become like this in the past two months."

When the lord asked a question, Amei had to answer no matter how embarrassed she was.

Feng Tubie didn't look embarrassed at all, he thought for a while and said to Amei, "Have you had ginger soup?"

"Already drank."

Feng Yong nodded and sighed with some regret. It would be nice if there was brown sugar.

I was a little worried about Guan Ji, so I took a few bites of food in a hurry. I wanted to go to see Guan Ji, but when I looked at the sun, it was at noon, and it was the most sleepy time of the day. Maybe Guan Ji was resting, so I had to press Lower your mood.

Asking Amei to pack up the food, Feng Yong walked back and forth a few steps, was about to take a rest, but saw Amei walking back.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Feng Yong asked strangely.

As a servant, Ah Mei always waited for Feng Yong to finish eating before she could eat.

Amei shook her head, she seemed to have something to say, but she couldn't say it.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. After following me for so long, are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

Feng Yong hated Amei's temperament the most, she was soft and made people angry at first sight.

Coupled with worrying about Guan Ji, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and my tone was not so good.

"Yes... my lord, there is something I want... I want to ask my lord."

After holding back for a long time, seeing Feng Yong turned around impatiently and wanted to leave her alone, Amei finally plucked up the courage to say.

"What's up?"

"My lord, can the weavers in the textile workshop be registered as long as they can weave cloth?"

"What are you asking for?"

Feng Yong asked strangely, "Since when did you care about the workshop?"

I wanted her to take charge of the textile workshop before, but unfortunately, she is not up to date, soft-tempered, otherwise Feng Yong would not have let Li Mu be in charge.

Unexpectedly, today he took the initiative to ask about the textile workshop.

Seeing that she became squeaky again, Feng Yong had no choice but to explain impatiently, "It's not about weaving the cloth, it depends on whether we can weave enough cloth within the specified time."

"But, Mrs. Li doesn't give people household registration today..." Amei stammered, "I have already woven enough cloth, and Mrs. Li still disagrees."

Feng Yong then remembered the scene he saw in the textile workshop.

"Is there such a thing?"