Farmer of Shu Han

Steward Zhao was wandering around, when he saw a villager running over and said that a large group of people was coming towards Zhuangzi.

"Oh, this is here?"

The butler was overjoyed, and hurried to Zhuangzi's intersection.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here." Zhao Guang saw someone looking over from Zhuangzikou with his hands on the awning from a distance, he laughed and rushed over to shout.

"Oh, it's Mr. Zhao Lang."

As the butler said, he looked back and didn't see the master's figure, but when he saw Guan Ji dressed in men's clothes, he immediately stepped forward to salute, "I have seen Mrs. Guan and you gentlemen."

Although I don't know if Lady Guan will become the mistress of the house in the future, but now she can be the half master of the house, so she can't be neglected.

"Uncle Zhao doesn't need to be too polite."

Guan Ji nodded, with a rare smile on her face.

Butler Zhao looked behind and found that there was indeed no sign of the master's family, so he asked, "Dare to ask Mrs. Guan, where is the master's family now?"

"Uncle Zhao, don't look at it, my brother is still in Jincheng."

Zhao Guang knew what the butler was looking for, so he explained, "Brother told me to bring the others here first."

When the butler heard that the master's family had arrived in Jincheng, he was overjoyed at first, and then disappointed, "Why didn't the master come back with Zhao Langjun?"

"I can't come," Zhao Guang said, sniffing, wondering, "What's the smell, so fragrant?"

"This is the mansion preparing to eat. Alas, Mr. Zhao Lang hasn't said why the lord can't come?"

Butler Zhao said anxiously.

"Hey, Uncle Zhao, what are you in a hurry for? Elder brother came back to report on his duties at the order of the Prime Minister. When we return to Jincheng, we must go to the city to report to the Prime Minister."

"Oh, that's how it is." The housekeeper nodded, "The master is working hard on state affairs, so state affairs should come first."

"Ahem," Zhao Guang seemed to be choking on his saliva, "Brother...well, yes, he works hard for state affairs, so you don't have to worry, Uncle Zhao."

"Then I don't know when the master's family will be able to return to the mansion, so that the old servant can prepare earlier." Steward Zhao asked again.

"This one is uncertain, maybe three days, or five days, it depends on when the prime minister can find time."

"Why is it taking so long?"

"Soon, Uncle Zhao, you don't know. Seeing that the imperial court is about to march south, there are many things in the prime minister's mansion. Let alone the elder brother, even if the prefect of a county returns to Jincheng, it will take three to five days to see the prime minister. , if it’s the county magistrate of that small place, maybe there will be seven or eight days, brother..."

While Zhao Guang was talking, he saw another person running down the official road, who was the old soldier Feng Yong brought out from Zhuangzi last year.

Before the old soldier arrived, he shouted from a distance, "The master is coming back, he has already left Jincheng..."

This call immediately made Zhao Guang choke again.

Guan Ji, Wang Xun and the others looked sideways at Zhao Guang.

But the housekeeper didn't think so much, showing joy, "So fast?"

After saying this, I remembered what Zhao Guang said just now, and couldn't help wondering, "Didn't Mr. Zhao Lang just say..."

"Yes, what I mean is that when the elder brother can return to the village, it depends on how much the prime minister values ​​him. The more important he is, the sooner he can be received by the prime minister."

Cold sweat broke out slightly on Zhao Guang's forehead.

"Brother came back so quickly, isn't it a good thing, it shows that the prime minister values ​​him very much!"

"That's right, that's it."

Steward Zhao won Zhao Guang's compliment, nodded repeatedly, and agreed.

It doesn't matter whether what Zhao Guang said corresponds to the front and back, anyway, as long as the main family is back, it will be a good thing.

"Zhao Langjun first brought people into the Zhuangzi. The family has already prepared food. Everyone has worked hard all the way. When they arrive at the Zhuangzi, they can open their bellies to eat. The old servant will go to prepare first. If there is anything, just ask Mrs. Guan. Now Miss Guan can be the master of the house."

Butler Zhao was so happy that he slipped his mouth for a moment.

This time it was Guan Ji's turn to be looked at sideways by everyone.

Guan Ji's face blushed very hard, Fengmu first glared at the crowd, saw the steward turned around, and called out quickly, "Uncle Zhao, don't panic, there is one more thing."

"I don't know what else is there for Mrs. Guan?"

"I mentioned it a few days ago. I said that my brother brought back a lot of people this time. I don't know if Uncle Zhao has prepared a place to live. It's rainy in spring, so I don't dare to let people live outside at night."

As soon as Guan Ji said this, the expressions on everyone's faces became even more exciting. Didn't this confirm what the housekeeper said just now that he could be the master of the house?

"Miss Guan, but don't worry," Butler Zhao said hastily, "How dare this old servant neglect the matter that Madam Guan has told you?"

As he said that, a sly smile appeared on his face, "For more than a year, there have been many people in the village to help look after the village, and the old servant also allowed them to build some houses in the village for a while."

"The master's family is coming back, and they brought so many people back, so the old servant has already told their leaders that they don't need to worry about the house from tonight, and they will let the house out by then .”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang's face became extremely weird.

Aren't the people who help look after Zhuangzi from their family?

Uncle Zhao, is it really good for you to do this?

Guan Ji pursed her lips, but there was no change on her face, she nodded and said, "Uncle Zhao, you have done a good job."

Zhao Guang looked at Guan Ji again, his face was even more exciting.

Sister, is it really good for you to say that?

Housekeeper Zhao added, "After all, they have helped so much. Although the old servant doesn't know how the master will thank the master behind them, the old servant thinks that today's meal will be made for them too. Look, Mrs. Guan." how?"

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, you can figure it out."

Guan Ji nodded, "How to thank you is my brother's business, Uncle Zhao, you can just greet them."

"Okay, the old servant will go to work first."

This large group of people entered Zhuangzi, and Zhuangzi suddenly became lively.

Especially those who sent their children to the main family back then, this time the main family returned to Jincheng and brought all the children back.

When the farmers received the notice, they all ran out anxiously looking for their children.

When they saw children running out of the crowd and shouting for Ah Weng and Mom, their parents' eyes were red.

Those who throw themselves into the arms of the grandmother will be happy, and the grandmother will hold the child tightly while wiping away tears, and will call the child's baby name in her mouth.

It was a little unfortunate for those who jumped at A Weng. Men don't know how to express their feelings. Although they are happy to see their children, they always feel ashamed to be like women.

So in order to express his masculinity, the man will reprimand him a few words, "When I grow up so big, I still look like a bitch..."

Then he secretly checked that no one was paying attention, and then quietly pulled the child to ask, "It's been so long since you've been out, how's your food? Are you dressed warmly? Did you suffer?"

But generally speaking, everyone is happy. The children who went out this time not only came back safely, but also looked at the clothes they were wearing. If they were left in ordinary farmers' homes, they might not be able to wear them for a lifetime.

The half-year-old baby is just growing up. I haven't seen her for more than a year, and she has grown a lot taller.

Not to mention their manners and words, they are already very different from the children left behind in the village. Farmers can't teach such children, and they are more like the seeds of reading from a wealthy family.

Children... this is going to be promising!

Thinking of this, all the parents couldn't help but feel extremely relieved.

Days and nights for more than a year, there is not a single day that I am not worried about.

Although the news from the housekeeper is that the child is fine, but without seeing it with his own eyes, who can rest assured?

Looking at it now, are these worries worthwhile, or is it worthwhile to follow the master's family and plan food in the ground?

Yaomei looked at Niuwa curiously, reached out her hand to touch his clothes, and asked, "Second brother, why are you all wearing the same clothes?"

Niu Wa puffed up her chest and said proudly, "This is uniformly distributed in the school, and only those who have entered the school can wear it. Yaomei, look at this material, it's rare! It's not common outside."

After hearing this, Yaomei curled her lips, "What's so rare about this? I still have several sets of clothes made of this fabric."

Although Yaomei is young, she is one of the most important people in the village, and she is in charge of all the chickens and ducks in the village.

Therefore, the woolen cloth sent by the master from Hanzhong will not lack her share.

Coupled with her dexterity, she has already learned to try to make a set of clothes for herself, but she doesn't do it very well.

Yaomei pointed to Wei Rong who was pulling Fu Qian and standing alone, "Isn't that a dog? Where's his mother?"

"Now you can't call him Gouzi, you have to call him Wei Langjun! His mother married a general in Hanzhong, and he is now the son of the general's family!"

Seeing that Yaomei was about to walk over, Niuwa quickly grabbed her and said.

Yaomei hesitated for a moment, then remembered some things Uncle Zhao had said to her, and then said, "Since he is the son of the general's family and also the disciple of the master, it would be rude if no one cares about him. I am the steward of the house, how can I watch from the sidelines?"

Said, Yaomei walked over, "Wei Langjun, why are you standing here? Come on, I'll take you back to the house."

Then he looked at Fu Qian next to Wei Rong, and asked, "Who is this little gentleman, why have I never seen him before?"

"This is the second disciple of Mr. Fu, whose nickname is Huzi."

Wei Rong said quickly, and then introduced to Fu Qian, "Huzi, this is Mrs. Yao, the steward of the master's house."

The thick-headed Fu Qian hurriedly saluted, "I've seen Mrs. Yao."

"I'm just a servant, but I can't afford the courtesy of Mr. Fu Lang."

Yaomei waved her hand and said, "It's a bit messy here, I'd better take you to the house."

Seeing that his former playmates became unfamiliar, Wei Rong's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

On the contrary, Fu Qian didn't think so much, so he immediately thanked him and said, "I'm sorry, my lady."

Before Zhuangzi settled everyone down, someone came to report that the lord had arrived at the intersection of Zhuangzi.

Butler Zhao quickly put down the work in hand, and took Yaomei out to welcome her.

The momentum of the visitors this time was not as great as the first time, but in the eyes of everyone, it was much more important than the previous time.

"Don't forget what I told you, that Amei has been confiscated by the lord, so you have to call her Mrs. Mei in the future, you know?"

Seeing a woman getting on and off from the car in front, the butler looked at Guan Ji who was not far away, and said quietly to Yaomei.

"Understood Father."

Yaomei nodded, and at the same time, she was thinking, that Amei is so dark and ugly, how could the master take a fancy to her? How beautiful is Mrs. Guan! Also, that little lady Zhang is also pretty...

Just as she was thinking wildly, Feng Yong had already dismounted, Zhao steward hurriedly dragged Yaomei forward, and bowed deeply, "The old servant has seen the master."

"Uncle Zhao doesn't need to be so polite."

Feng Yong hurriedly helped Butler Zhao up, "For more than a year, thanks to Uncle Zhao taking care of Zhuangzi, I should be the one to thank Uncle Zhao."

"The lord has broken the old servant."

Butler Zhao looked at the lord in front of him as if he had changed a lot, but he couldn't tell what had changed.

Looking at Mrs. Mei behind the lord, I secretly sighed in my heart, this man can only truly grow up if he has a woman!

Lord, you really have grown up.

"My lord must be tired after traveling all the way. This old servant asks my lord to go back to the mansion to rest."

"Alright, go back to the mansion, go back to the mansion!"

Feng Yong nodded and looked up at the familiar scenery around him, only to feel that the exhaustion all over his body was swept away, replaced by joy and relaxation.

Looking at Yaomei who was curiously looking behind her, she felt happy, and she closed the door without opening her mouth, and couldn't help joking, "What are you looking at? Hanzhong is not as good as Jincheng, so there is nothing good there. Bring something back to you."

Yaomei was looking at Amei quietly, thinking that she used to be so dark and ugly, why did she look so much better after a trip to Hanzhong?

Unexpectedly, the lord suddenly asked her something, but he didn't dare not answer, so he had to answer truthfully, "Return to the lord, the servant girl is watching... Oh, no, it's Mrs. Mei. Mrs. Mei has become so beautiful."

"Cough," Feng Tubie glanced at Guan Ji, and thought to himself, could it be that it is written in the almanac that it is not suitable to return home today?

On the way, I met a Zhang Ji who left half of her words and tricked me, and when I returned to the village, I was tricked again by this girl unintentionally.

"Hehe, you little kid who hasn't grown up, do you know what it means to be good-looking?"

Feng Tubie was MMP in his heart, with a smile on his face.

He didn't dare to look at Guan Ji again, he just reached out and touched Yaomei's head, "Go, lead the way."

"Yes, my lord."

Feng Yong and his party were about to enter Zhuangzi, only to hear someone shout from behind, "Feng Langjun, please slow down."

Feng Yong turned around and saw Mrs. Li from Zhuangzi next door walking in front, and a few servants behind were carrying something.

"Old Mrs. Li, how could it be such a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence," Mrs. Li said with a good complexion. It is estimated that the life of the sixth house of the Li family has been quite good recently. I saw him smiling and clapping his hands, "Xiao Lao has been ordering the servants to wait on this road, just waiting to see When Feng Langjun came back, he immediately informed Xiao Lao, so he hurried over here."

"Oh, grandpa, what's the matter?"

Feng Yong asked curiously.

"Of course there is something, and it's a happy event."

Old Mrs. Li chuckled, pointed at Feng Yong, and said, "Isn't it a happy event for Mr. Feng Lang to return home?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the servant who was carrying things behind him, "Last year the Li family received a lot of benefits from Mr. Feng Lang, and they never repaid them. Today, taking advantage of this happy event, the old man specially sent some fine wine. I also hope that Feng Langjun will not refuse."

Before Feng Yong could speak, the eyes of the people beside him were already shining, and they all swallowed their saliva.

Especially Zhao Guang, he immediately thought of the jar of wine that he had been confiscated, and thought to himself, his elder brother was the best, and others took the initiative to deliver wine to his door. .

Feng Yong counted, no more, no less, exactly ten altars.

It seems that the aristocratic family has a lot of background, and the imperial court has long stopped allowing wine to be brewed. I didn't expect that even a branch of an aristocratic family could produce so much wine.

"Muniang is unlucky, and the little old man has always felt sorry for her. However, he has to be taken care of by Feng Langjun. A few days ago, she sent a letter saying that she is doing well and doesn't need to worry about the clan. The little old man is also relieved. I haven't thanked Feng Langjun yet."

The words are serious, but the tone doesn't sound like a serious tone—especially when a certain soil turtle has a guilty conscience.

Feng Tubie sighed in his heart, it really is not suitable to go back home today...