Farmer of Shu Han

"Back to Feng Langjun, that's right."

The little kid at the bottom answered loudly.

When the country was being destroyed and most of the people in the city were infected with the plague, how could that tough man Luo call Soochow his father with thousands of people?

Even Lu Kang, a famous general in the later period of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, with nearly ten times the superior force, was no match for this macho man.

It turns out that he looked like this when he was a child?

The original color of the clothes cannot be seen from the mud, and even the face is covered with dust. It looks like a little mud monkey.

He was also hanged and beaten by his father with one hand. It is estimated that his buttocks are already red and swollen.

Thinking about his awesome appearance in the future, and looking at his pitiful appearance now, Feng Yong almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Luo County Chancellor, I'm afraid it's not suitable for your son to start his journey with your son's appearance."

Feng Yong turned his head to look at Luo Meng, and said, "Why don't you go in and clean it first, how about talking about it tomorrow?"

"This... I'm afraid it's not right?"

Romon hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, I will send someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to talk to Xiang Changshi, and say that I want to talk to Luo County Prime Minister about Nanxiang, so I want to stay with Luo County Prime Minister for one more day."

Feng Yong smiled slightly, and glanced casually at the little mud monkey next to him.

Luo Meng looked at his son and finally let out a long sigh, "Then thank you Feng Langjun."

"It should. After all, this matter is also related to me."

As Feng Yong said, he looked at Fu Qian who was also covered in mud, "After returning to the house and washing it, go and do a horse stance for half an hour."

"Yes, sir."

With a bitter face, Fu Qian lowered his head and answered honestly.

He took the two little mud babies back to the mansion and asked them to take them down to clean them.

Feng Yong and Luo Meng returned to the living room and sat down again. Luo Meng said a little embarrassedly, "Feng Langjun, before the official came to visit, he ordered his servants to pack up and wait at the intersection of Guizhuang. , I wonder if I can send someone to take a look?"

"This matter is easy to hear." Feng Yong nodded and asked, "But I don't know how many noble servants are there?"

"Not much, just two people."

After Feng Yong gave orders, he asked, "Jincheng went to Hanzhong, passed Jianshan Mountain, the road is not easy, and Luo Xiancheng still took his son with him, only two servants, isn't it a bit small?"

Luo Meng smiled wryly, "The mansion is a bit shabby, there are only two servants, which makes Feng Langjun laugh."

Only then did Feng Yong remember Luo Meng's situation. He was originally an outsider with no foundation, and because he was implicated during the Battle of Hanzhong, his life in the past few years may not be easy.

That is to say, Liu Bei died, and the old demon Zhuge remembered the old feelings of the Jingzhou people, so he was reactivated.

"What's the joke?"

Feng Yong smiled lightly, "I was still alone at the beginning, didn't I come here too? Now the prime minister sent Luo Xiancheng to Nanxiang, just for the purpose of reuse, how can he be so self-deprecating?"

"Yes, the official made a slip of the tongue."

"I think your son is quite clever, I wonder if he has enlightened?"

Feng Yong pretended to ask casually.

I remember that Luo Xian was a disciple of Qiao Zhou, but Qiao Zhou, although he was a generation of scholars, was a capitulator.

"It can be regarded as open. When the officials are free at home, they can teach some on weekdays."

Well, it's good that I haven't worshiped Qiao Zhou as my teacher.

Feng Yong secretly said in his heart.

Speaking of this, Luo Meng remembered something again, glanced at Feng Yong, and asked hesitantly, "I have a private matter, I want to ask Mr. Feng Lang, is it possible?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"That's right. Last year, there was a rumor in Jincheng called "Thousand-Character Essay", which was said to be a book specially designed for children's enlightenment. Its text is easy to understand, and the words are not repeated. It's much better. I heard it was written by Feng Langjun, but I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Cough, that's right, uh... I wrote it when I had nothing to do."

Feng Yong coughed dryly.

Looking at the hesitant Luo Meng, who couldn't open his mouth, Feng Yong asked curiously, "Why is Prime Minister Luo asking about this?"

"That's right."

Luo Meng got up and made a big gift, "That bad boy of the lower official is on the occasion of enlightenment, I wonder if Feng Langjun can borrow this precious book for the lower official to read?"

"So that's what happened."

Feng Yong laughed, "It's a trivial matter."

As he spoke, he yelled outside, "Come here. Go, call Amei over here."

Amei quickly came over, bowed and said, "My lord, are you called maidservant?"

"Yes. You go to my study and bring the "Thousand Characters" on mulberry paper."

With the Nanxiang paper industry on the right track, although Feng Yong didn't have much paper on hand, he still had a few copies of "Thousand Characters".

Cutting mulberry trees take shape quickly, and if enough base fertilizer is applied, they can barely be used in one and a half years.

If you don't use it in a hurry, it will be two years at most.

In other words, by the end of next year at the latest, Nanxiang's high-quality paper will be produced in large quantities.

By that time, the ground turtle hatching pool will take shape.

If the printing technology can keep up, it will be foreseeable that the knowledge monopoly of the aristocratic families in Sichuan will be overthrown.

But nowadays, a good book printed on good paper is extremely precious.

So when Luo Meng took the ink-scented "Thousand Characters" from Feng Yong's hand, his expression was a little excited, as if he was holding a treasure.

He couldn't wait to turn over the first few pages, and the words that came into view made him a little surprised.

Because the size of each character in the book is basically exactly the same, not to mention, the fonts are somewhat different from what I have seen before, square and square, and the strokes are much straighter.

It always looks a little weird, but it can't be said.

Feng Yong originally wanted to tell Luo Meng that there was a school in Nanxiang, and the things taught in it were probably better than what he taught Luo Xian himself.

But when he thought that he might not be willing to let Luo Xian mix with the children of workers in the workshops, ranches and mines, he secretly had to give up.

"I will give this book to Luo Xiancheng."

Feng Yong said generously.

"I dare not accept this great gift."

Luo Meng hastily declined, "Just wait for the next official to finish transcribing, and I will definitely send it back in person."

"It's not a great gift. Besides, I think your son is eye-catching. My disciple is called Hutou, and your son is also called Hu'er. Isn't this fate? It's a gift from me to your son."

Feng Yong waved his hand, no longer allowing Romeng to refuse, "That's the deal."

"Thank you Feng Langjun!"

Romon hastily bowed deeply to thank him.

"There is no need to thank you for some small things. Seeing that it's lunch time, I asked the staff in the kitchen to cook two more dishes. If Luo Xiancheng doesn't dislike it, how about trying Feng's dishes?"

Feng Yong greeted warmly.

"It's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Feng Manor's delicious food is famous, Luo Xian, who has been cleaned, sat upright in front of the desk, watching the unknown dishes being served one after another, swallowing his saliva countless times.

Fu Qian, who was sitting opposite him, held his head high, with contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.

Although Luo Xian really wanted to have some backbone, the food was really delicious and delicious.

So he has no ability to resist at all. He was reserved at the beginning, but the more he eats later, the more he can't help it.

This one is delicious, that one is also delicious, and the chopsticks in my hands can't stop at all.

The three of Wei Rong, Fu Qian and Luo Xian have not yet grown up, so they set up a desk in a corner, and sent another servant to serve them, so they were not allowed to be with the adults.

Romon, who was sitting on the top, turned his head away from time to time, and saw his son not caring about being in someone else's house, just gobbled it up there, and sighed in his heart, this time he was really ashamed.

First they fought in other people's houses, and now they are such a smug face, Lao Luo's family's face has been completely humiliated by this rebellious son.

When you go back, you have to hang up and give him a good beating, otherwise you won't have a long memory.

"Luo County Chancellor, the children are over there, they are taken care of by themselves, don't worry about them, it's a blessing to be able to eat."

Feng Yong could probably guess what Luo Meng was thinking, and persuaded him with a smile, "Come on, let me introduce you to two people. This is the son of the governor's family in Nanzhong, Li Langjun..."

Luo Meng's own family knew about his own family affairs, and with his current state, it would be flattering Feng Langjun to invite him to a meal, let alone accompanied by Li Dudu's son during the dinner.

So although the dishes on the table were delicious, he didn't know how to taste them, and was even a little frightened, because he didn't know why Feng Yong was so enthusiastic about him.

He knows what this sentence means.

Coupled with the title of "Feng Langjun, ruthless and merciless, Xiao Wenhe", and he went to the site that Feng Yong single-handedly managed, if Luo Meng didn't have any murmurs in his heart, how could it be possible?

It's just that no matter how cautious Luo Meng was, until the next day when he left Feng's residence, Feng Yong didn't express anything else, which made Luuelue feel relieved.

"Are you full?"

Before Luo Meng left, Feng Yong touched Luo Xian's little head and asked with a smile.

Luo Xian nodded, and said with some reluctance, "Feng Langjun, I'm going back to Jincheng in the future, can I still come here?"

When Romon heard this, he almost beat the bastard up again!

Feng Yong laughed, nodded and said, "You are welcome at any time. However, next time you come here, you can't fight any more."

Luo Xian lowered his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry Feng Langjun, Xian made a mistake. Xian apologized to Hutou last night."

"Oh, is it so?"

Feng Yong looked at Fu Qian, "Is this the case?"

Fu Qian nodded, "Sir, this disciple is also at fault, and I apologized to Hu'er last night."

Children's tempers come and go quickly.

Two kids of the same age played together again last night.

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, then you are a good boy, and a good boy should be rewarded."

Feng Yong said with a smile, reaching into his bosom, took out a pony made of jade, and handed it to Luo Xian, "Here, take this thing, after arriving in Nanxiang, there is a place called the cafeteria, there are many Good stuff, when you take this out, someone will give you something delicious."

Luo Xian looked at Luo Meng.

Luo Meng wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it, it was just a thing for food, so it should be nothing, so he nodded immediately.

Only then did Luo Xian take it over, bowing down to thank him, "Thank you Feng Langjun."

"Hutou, go, tell Hu'er how to use this thing."

Feng Yong ordered Fu Qiandao again.

At this time, Fu Qian looked at the little jade horse in Luo Xian's hand with bright eyes, and hurriedly pulled Luo Xian aside, and grabbed it to play with it first.

This thing is very precious to Fu Qian. When he was in Nanxiang, if there was a reward on weekdays, the husband would take it out and let him go to the cafeteria to have a big meal.

Thinking about the food in the cafeteria, Fu Qian couldn't stop drooling.

"Hu'er, let me tell you, you have to keep this thing safe and don't lose it. If I go back to Nanxiang in the future, don't forget to take me with you when you go to the cafeteria."

Fu Qian reluctantly returned the little jade horse to Luo Xian, and said, "You take this thing to the cafeteria, and you can eat whatever you want, it has everything in it."

"Is it better than before?"

Luo Xian asked.

Fu Qian nodded, "How can it be compared to the cafeteria just now? If nothing else, just say that the roasted whole lamb is not available in Mr.'s house now. The whole lamb is roasted until it is golden and golden. Put it on the fire. The oil is dripping down, one sip, it is fragrant and delicious..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Xianzi slipped away, sucked back his saliva, and his eyes lit up, "The whole lamb was roasted?"

"That's right, sir has raised a lot of sheep in Nanxiang..."

Fu Qian explained to Luo Xian repeatedly.

Li Tong stumbled and threw a large handful of dead wood into the pile of firewood on the ground, looking at the sky that was so blurred that he couldn't see the surrounding things clearly.

He hastily took out the flint and hit it a few times in a row, only to see sparks splashing everywhere, but the dead leaves could not be ignited.

Hearing one or two howls of wolves from a distance, Li Tong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and beat him several times in a hurry, and once he hit his hand, the pain made him throw Flint directly to the ground , Hold your fingers and blow hard.

The pain in his hands and the pain in his heart both attacked this rich and well-clothed young man, making him unable to hold back his tears anymore.

Anyway, there was no one around at this time, not afraid of being seen, Li Tong wiped his tears, gritted his teeth and cursed, "I will die badly! Tian Shelang! Smart words! Vicious thoughts! Thank you! Old man..."

Just as he was enjoying the scolding, he heard the howling of wolves again. Li Tong was taken aback, and hurriedly picked up the flint again, and started the fire with a "click".

It seems that God also can't understand that vicious Tian Shelang, after scolding him like this, he actually lit the fire!

Li Tong kicked his butt, blowing carefully, the fire was burning hotter and hotter, the raging fire finally brought him warmth and a sense of security.

He took the package and looked inside, and there were still a few pieces of dry food left - but this dry food was made by that despicable person first.

Because the clan often sent people from Jincheng to Nanxiang to transport grain, so the farm in Nanxiang bought some dry grain from the workshop for future use.

Now everyone knows that these things are necessary for going out, so Li Tong took some when he came out.

It's just that he just finished scolding someone, and he was so angry. When he saw this thing, how could he be in the mood to eat it? Immediately, he threw the dry food back into the package and sat there holding his knees.

It had been several days since he had spoken to anyone, Li Tong felt extremely lonely at this moment, and felt that there was no one more pitiful than himself in the world.

I don't know how long it took, but my stomach suddenly growled.

Li Tong endured and endured, finally swallowed his saliva, reached out, took out a piece of dry food from the package, took a bite silently, and said in his heart, "I just want to get ahead in life, otherwise I wouldn't eat this thing."

After eating two mouthfuls of dry food, my mouth and throat felt dry, and I wanted to drink some water. I took the water bag, only to find that there was not a drop of water in the water bag.

Li Tong had no choice but to throw the water bag aside in frustration, stepped on it a few times, and cursed, "Even you bully me!"

In the past, when I went out, I was served by servants, and everything was prepared in advance. I felt that it was no big deal except that I was tired.

Now that I ran out alone, I realized how difficult it is to go out.

I have no experience, let alone where I missed my board and lodging, and now even the road has diverged, and somehow I came to this mountain, and I didn't get out after walking for two days.

Think about it, if you can't go out in the next two days, what will you eat then?

Is it possible that I will really die here?

At the same time, Li felt a little scared again.

Just thinking about those people in the clan, remembering those slaps slapped by his sister, and thinking of that Feng who wished to have his body smashed into pieces, Li Tong's blood surged up again.

I, Li Tong, must live up to my expectations, and I must not be looked down upon by others! Be sure to stand out!

Thinking of the gentle and amiable appearance of the Xu family's second mother, Li Tong finally felt warm in his heart, Second mother, wait for me!

The night in the mountains was a bit cold, Li Tong leaned against the fire, and was about to stretch out his hand to keep warm, when he suddenly heard a "click" sound behind him, and with a jolt, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the saber beside him.

Unexpectedly, before he could turn around, something knocked him down heavily behind him.