Farmer of Shu Han

Having just grown from a little lolita to a girl, Zhang Ji's carelessness is really not enough in the face of the cruel facts, so she feels the deep malice in this world.

She stomped her feet resentfully, and shouted coquettishly: "Go, prepare the pen and ink for me."

"My lady, do you want to practice calligraphy?"

The maid said while spreading out the paper.

"What word do you learn?"

Zhang Ji snorted, "I want to write a letter. I don't have enough winter clothes. I want to write a letter to Hanzhong and ask Mr. Feng Lang to make some more clothes for me."

As he spoke, he looked at his body, only hated that he was not tall enough, otherwise, if he could travel far like Sister Guan, how great would it be?

The maid was stunned for a moment, and looked at the big sun outside.

This is the hottest time in Sichuan, and the lady is thinking about what clothes to wear in winter?

When Jiang Wan arrived in Nanxiang, he felt a little bit reluctant to think about Sichuan. Anyway, he stayed for more than ten days, and he had no intention of leaving.

Probably when he first came, the cement road gave him too much shock. In the first few days, he spent on the construction site from morning to night, and even mixed the cement and plastered the mud by himself...every day He came back covered in mud.

Once when Feng Yong went to supervise the work, he saw a guy clumsily smearing the cement to make it uneven, and he almost whipped him off—if he didn't see that his clothes were different from those of the servants.

Later, Jiang Wan was not so much working as a free laborer on Feng Yong's construction site for a few days, it was better to say he was making trouble for a few days, and he didn't stop until he lost interest.

Then I started running to the textile workshop, standing behind the woman and watching people spin and weave for a long time, I don’t know what he was looking at—the drawings of the spinning wheel and loom were all sent to Jincheng, Feng Yongke can't believe that Zhuge Old Demon didn't do it.

Even during the rest time, those poor women are not spared. Standing on the side of the road to stop women and other people can do homework for a long time.

At the very beginning, Deng Si regarded him as an apprentice, but if he hadn't been met by Old Pawn Lu who happened to come to see Deng Si, this guy would have been beaten up by a group of women.

Under Feng Tubie's intentional or unintentional training, the women in the textile workshop and the ranch have already developed a high degree of organizational discipline. As long as there is a leader, they will be more courageous than the men outside when they shout.

Later, Feng Yong really had no choice, so he specially found Li Mu, pointed at the curious baby Jiang Wan from a distance, and said impatiently, "See clearly, that guy with the beard, yes, that's the one with the mouse eyebrows and mouse eyes." Yes, the one who pulls the woman around to talk like a disciple, did you see that?"

"I see. It's just..."

Li Mu said hesitantly, "His demeanor is a bit extraordinary, but he is not as ugly as his brother said..."

"I said he was ugly, but he was ugly." Feng Yong stared, and said angrily, "Where are you from?"

"Yes, it is indeed a bit like a disciple."

Li Mu said quickly.

Only then did Feng Yong nod in satisfaction, and continued, "He is from the imperial court, so please pay attention to those under your command."

"Brother, do you want to guard against him?"

Li Mu asked understandingly.

"What are you doing against him?"

Feng Yong glanced at Li Mu. This woman has a dark heart and always likes to think bad things about people.

"I asked your subordinates to pay attention to him. I want you to remind them not to offend them. He can answer whatever he asks. Don't almost beat him up like Deng Si."

"Brother, aren't you afraid that he will see all the things in the workshop?"

Li Mu asked slightly worried.

"What are you afraid of? Just let him see it," Feng Yong snorted and laughed, "There are some things that you can understand just by looking at them?"

Efficient organization and a good upward path, coupled with strict discipline, and finally a sound system, this is the guarantee that Nanxiang is different from other places.

Li Mu understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, "I understand. Seeing this angel wandering around these days, I thought it was the court..."

Having said that, he stopped talking, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

This woman is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Feng Yong didn't point it out, "It's fine if you understand it. That's fine, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, just do your own thing, as long as you don't break the rules, you will be at ease."

Li Mufu gave a blessing, turned around and left, and his heart finally settled down.

I heard that the angel came to proclaim the decree this time, and it was specifically for Feng Langjun.

Nowadays, everyone in the spinning workshop and ranch doesn't know that Feng Langjun has been promoted again, and he even holds a few blank official letters in his hand, just waiting to see whose name he fills in.

Although these few official positions are not big, but looking at the whole big man, who else has such rights except the prime minister who runs the government?

It’s just that Li Mu came from a rich family. Seeing Jiang Wan scurrying around and pulling people around to ask questions, he immediately remembered some methods of the superiors, and thought it was the prime minister who had done something to Feng Langjun. Suspicious, these days I was so frightened that I almost lost two of my three souls.

The big Han prime minister almost broke his house by flipping his palm, and he was sent to Hanzhong as a pawn because of this, and suffered all kinds of humiliation. These methods really cast a shadow on her heart.

Deng Si almost dragged a group of women to beat Jiang Wan, but it might not be because of her intentions.

Now that I heard Feng Yong's words, I felt relieved, and my pace became more relaxed.

Feng Langjun is still the Feng Langjun who is valued by the prime minister. Even if the official becomes bigger and bigger, his guarantee will become stronger and stronger.

As for why Feng Yong didn’t like Jiang Wan—what’s more, if someone interferes with the normal order in his factory all day long, it’s not counted, even when he comes back at night, he still doesn’t let him go, he insists on asking him all the time, Anyone will be bothered.

I said a few words behind my back because I am not a narrow-minded person.

Otherwise, if it were someone else, who would want to show their property to others?

Jiang Wan watched the textile workshop for a few days, and then went to the pasture to see...

Even in the end, even the servants who took the pig manure to retting had to follow him to see it, and they didn't think it stinks.

Just like that, Jiang Wan disappeared in Nanxiang for a long time.

At this time, a certain little girl who had just grown up officially included him in her prey list.

Of course, he didn't know this.

At this time, he was sitting on the seat, watching Jiang Wan helplessly pick up the bowl, took a sip of the porridge made from a mixture of millet and rice, and then picked up the sliced ​​chicken cake and brought it to his mouth. Chewing carefully.

With that look of enjoyment, he thought he was eating some delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Jincheng once said that Feng Zhuang's food is a must. Now I know that the rumors are true. Miss Amei, please give me some more vegetables."

Ah Mei heard this, and quickly picked up some pickled vegetables from the big pot specially placed for pickled vegetables, and put them in front of Jiang Wan.

"It's really rare to eat porridge and some pickled vegetables this morning."

Jiang Wan sighed in admiration, "Feng Langjun really knows how to eat. Even this pickled vegetable is much more delicious than other places."

Of course, the pickled vegetables from other houses don't even do the most basic hygiene. If they are pickled, they may rot.

It's not like me, it's pickled cattail, which is also the most suitable rhizome to eat, wash and peel off the outer skin, then cut into small pieces of moderate length, and finally start to pickle.

Where Feng Yong lives, there has never been a rule of not talking.

Jiang Wan got used to it very quickly, especially during dinner, Feng Yong couldn't talk even if he didn't want to, because Jiang Wan always had a lot of weird questions to ask him.

"Angel Jiang, you've been here for so long, when do you plan to return to Jincheng?"

"You've only been here for a few days, and you want to chase someone away?"

Jiang Wan glanced at Feng Yong, "In such a hot day, you have the heart to let the old man drive outside? Why are you so heartless? Miss Amei, give me some pickled vegetables."

"You can't eat too much pickled vegetables, you should eat more chicken pancakes..."

Seeing that Jiang Wan, who was not young, was willing to say this, Feng Yong hurriedly dissuaded him, but as soon as he said the words, he immediately remembered the topic just now, and then realized that he had been diverted by the old man again, and quickly forcibly changed the topic. back.

"No, Angel Jiang, didn't you stay for a few days? It's been twenty days without a month. This Hanzhong is not only a place in Nanxiang. You see, Hanzhong has changed a lot compared to the past. Your old man You should look elsewhere, too."

"Just eat pickled vegetables." Jiang Wan didn't even look at Feng Yong. "This mouthful of pickled vegetables is good for the spleen and stomach. If you don't like to eat in this hot weather, eat more pickled vegetables to eat more."

But it didn't mention Feng Yong's words of asking him to leave Nanxiang to look elsewhere.

"Okay, you eat."

For such an old court angel who can be his father, Feng Yong has no good way.

"Where is the angel going to visit today?"

"Today I went to see that Wu Ming castrated the dolphin."

As soon as the matter related to Nanxiang was mentioned, Jiang Wan replied, "Speaking of which, it's okay for you to ask that Wu Ming to operate on a chicken, but now you let him practice his hand with a dolphin. This dolphin is a big animal, and dozens of dolphins will die. ? You don't feel bad?"

"Why do you feel bad? When you die, throw it into the cafeteria and use it to make some meat. It's a reward for those weavers."

Feng Yongman said indifferently, "What are you afraid of if a dozen dolphins die? I'm already ready to die."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wan again with strange eyes. The angel sent by the court ignored his business and followed other people's buttocks every day to watch others work. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan also looked at Feng Tubie strangely, "When I came to Nanxiang, I realized that you have strange things here. Everywhere is different from other places. As an angel, I have to figure it out, otherwise how can I tell your majesty and the prime minister?" return?"

The two people who saw each other as weirdos glanced at each other, and turned their heads away.

"Medical Carpenter Wu, how are the chickens you castrated two days ago?"

Wu Yijiang, although his real name is Ming, but he doesn't know him at all, but he is a bit stupid.

He is one of the disciples under the name of Fan A's subordinates.

It's just that I heard that my talent is not good enough, and I haven't learned the ability to heal people after studying for a long time.

But he has a self-taught trade, which is capon and capon.

Yes, self-taught.

Back then, he was the jailer who guarded Hua Tuo, surnamed Wu.

Before Hua Tuo died, he wrote a book of what he had learned all his life and handed it to the jailer surnamed Wu.

Unexpectedly, Jailor Wu's wife burned the medical books and scolded Jailor Wu, saying that Hua Tuo's medical skills caused great disasters, so this book is also the source of disaster.

In the end, jailer Wu only snatched the last few pages of medical books from the fire—the medical skills for treating people were burned, and only the methods for performing operations on poultry and livestock such as chickens and pigs remained.

But I have to say that women can really be prophets sometimes.

After Hua Tuo's death, the disciples under his name scattered and fled. For credit, Jailor Wu's former colleagues finally revealed that Jailor Wu had hidden Hua Tuo's medical books privately.

At any rate, Jailer Wu took good care of Hua Tuo at the time. Li Dangzhi felt that he was kind to his master, so he also dragged him to run away. After running away, he ran to Nanzhong.

Although Li Dangzhi and Fan A were not interested in these few pages of medical books, at least they were given to him by their master. Immediately, Fan Ah gave him a nominal discipleship.

It's just that he doesn't have the foundation like Li Dangzhi and Fan A, and how can he learn medical skills when he is old?

Usually, I just read those few pages of medical books, practiced with some poultry, and went back and forth. I didn't learn medical skills, but I was proficient in operating on chickens.

The skill of cutting chickens has become his own homework...

It's just that pigs are big animals, and he rarely has the opportunity to practice, so he can't be considered too proficient.

Of course, Feng Tubie didn't know that Fan Ah sent all talented and potential disciples back to Nanzhong.

In order to meet Feng Tubie's request, Fan A pushed out the most stupid disciple -- anyway, Wu Ming had also been a prison guard, so he might not be able to deal with these official matters.

Unexpectedly, after chatting with Feng Tubie and Wu Ming, it was so late to meet each other!

Capon and capon, that's a good craft!

Feng Yong has long wanted to find someone who knows this craft, but unfortunately, these days, the disinfection technology is not good enough, if he hastily castrate chickens and pigs, he will die in six out of ten.

Poultry and livestock are precious resources, who would be so stupid to engage in such a thing?

Now that I know that Wu Ming can do this, I am overjoyed!

Chickens and pigs are emasculated, so they are good for fattening!

Besides, there is no castrated pig, so the smell of pig smell is simply amazing!

Anyway, Feng Yong seldom eats.

Although it is rare to eat meat these days, no one would dislike it, but when Zhao Guang and others saw that Feng Tubie disliked pork, they only thought he was a picky guy from the mountain gate, and they didn't doubt it, but they didn't know him. I can't smell that pig smell.

Now that Feng Tubie knew that some of his subordinates knew how to breed chickens and pigs, and he was a big breeder, he couldn't hold back, so he immediately asked Wu Ming to take office.

He even patted his chest and promised Wu Ming that as long as he did it well, he would have a share of the official orders in his hands!

Wu Ming knew that his medical skills were not good, and he thought that being pushed out as a shield would mean that he would have to suffer, but God opened his eyes, those few pages of medical skills turned out to be his life-saving straw!

He was so happy that he almost fainted.

When I came back and said this to my master, Fan A was so stared that his eyes almost fell off.

Not to mention those senior brothers and nephews, they really salivated with envy.

No matter how small an official is, he is still an official!

From untouchables to officials, if they have no one to support them, even if they climb two lifetimes, they probably have no chance to climb up.

This Wu Ming really has accumulated great virtues in his ancestors!