Farmer of Shu Han

"What did you say you did wrong? Ah? You dared to cut down Feng Langjun's tree! Let's see how I beat you to death!"

"Uncle, this is a wild tree on the mountain, not Feng Langjun's family!"

Lu Laoliu felt very wronged.

"You fart! Whatever Feng Langjun likes is his!"

What Feng Langjun likes must be a good thing.

Giving it to others is a waste!

Feng Langjun can even make tricks with urine and feces, who else has such skills?

So Lu Laozu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

After following the master for so long, this is the truth I have summed up.

After living for most of his life, he felt that the most correct thing he did was to take the family members of those old brothers who died, as well as those disabled old brothers who were alive, to seek refuge with Feng Langjun.

none of them!

Anyway, he felt that his life was worth it.

Before she came out, Si Niang was already pregnant. According to the medical worker in the workshop, she was pregnant for just over two months—I finally have a baby again!

I think back then because of a crippled eye, another injury on my body, and getting older, I was able to get off the battlefield in the end.

When I returned to the village, I realized that all my family members had been lost in the chaos in Nanzhong.

In this day and age, when family members are separated, it can only be regarded as death.

At that time, Lu Laozu also regarded himself as a dead person. Anyway, sooner or later, he would die of illness or starvation.

How dare you think that you can have another girl who warms the couch?

Even this girl will give birth to a child for herself in the future?

The master's family also set up a medical hall in Nanxiang for women to deliver babies. Not only did the pregnant women go to the clinic on time for diagnosis, but they also specially arranged a special place for them in the cafeteria.

I heard that the food I eat is different from other people's, which can not only nourish the body, but also prevent pregnancy.

Lu Laozu had never heard that there are so many ways to be pregnant.

In a poor family, even if the woman is pregnant, as long as she is not ready to give birth, which one is not the same as working in the fields?

There are even those who gave birth in the fields.

This woman in Nanxiang has become a blessing after giving birth to a child.

Therefore, Lu Laozu felt that following such a master, this life was truly worthwhile and could no longer be worth it.

"Uncle, you said you really married a twenty-year-old girl?"

Lu Laoliu was beaten up by his clan uncle and finally realized that his clan uncle might have sold all of himself to that Feng Langjun.

After asking about it later, I found out that the price Feng Langjun paid was a young girl with no worries about food and clothing, a warm couch, and most importantly, incense.

Lu Laozu slapped him again, "That's your aunt!"

Lu Laoliu didn't dare to hide, so he took a sneak look at the clan uncle, and saw that the scar on his face could scare people to death, not to mention his age, is it enough for an adult to be a girl? How could she still fall in love with him?

And from the tone of Uncle Clan, it was he who picked and picked, and then picked it out.

He doesn't care about the others.

Ghosts believe it!

"You kid deserves it!"

Lu Laozu walked ahead triumphantly, and the two were going down the mountain to get oil from Lu Laoliu's house.

"Did I ask you to go and see it the year before last? You insisted on keeping this skill. Nowadays, it's a blessing for anyone's family not to just have a meal?"

"Then what about oil umbrellas and carpentry? They are things that can only be used by wealthy families, and they don't work every day. After a year, what can I lose?"

"My monthly salary can cover you for a year now. Don't you know that the prime minister will ask Feng Langjun about this matter in Nanzhong! Nowadays, all the sons and gentlemen in Jincheng are here Think of ways to ask Feng Langjun to take them with you."

"It's good for you, kid. I found such a good opportunity for you, but you did this kind of thing. Meeting you, who is not good at eyes, really made me miserable..."

Old soldier Lu walked in front, babbling about his nephew, who was not good at eyesight.

Lu Laoliu followed behind, answering without saying a word, but the expression on his face changed from cloudy to clear according to Lu Laozu's words.

"Uncle, you said that Feng Langjun really built a lot of big houses in Hanzhong, and they were all girls?"

"Of course. It's full of girls weaving for Feng Langjun. You don't know that every day when the work is over, when the door of the workshop is opened, girls who can't see the end come out from inside."

"Tsk tsk... At that time, it was really prettier than anything else!" Lu Laozu said, thinking of something again, "At the beginning, what those old soldiers liked to do most was squatting at the gate of the workshop. Watching the girls get off work."

"It's also a coincidence. One day, the old lame man came to tell me that he had taken a fancy to a woman and insisted on dragging me to watch him out. That was the time when I was among so many girls. I just fell in love with your aunt."

"At that time, she was already a steward in the workshop, and she was surrounded by several women. Later, she turned her head and smiled at me, and I knew she was mine..."

When Lu Lao Liu heard this, his saliva almost flowed down.

So many girls, choose at will?

When he went to sleep at night, Lu Laoliu still felt a large group of young girls dangling in front of him.

I heard that the lame old man who is best friends with the old uncle even married a woman who is knowledgeable about books and etiquette!

Isn't that the daughter of a rich family?

Thinking about it this way, Lu Laoliu felt more regretful about his past.

On the contrary, his mother-in-law saw his distraught face and thought it was because the oil in the house was taken away.

So he comforted him kindly, "There hasn't been much work these few years, and it's useless to put the oil at home. It's a good thing that someone is willing to exchange money and food. And it seems that the master of the old uncle is also very generous. There are many things."

"Yes, yes, Feng Langjun is generous."

Lu Laoliu felt that these words really came to his heart, "The old uncle went to Hanzhong, and Feng Langjun gave him a beautiful girl for nothing, and now he has a child of the old uncle..."

Before I finished speaking, there was a "snap" sound, and Lu Laoliu's wife slapped over directly, "What are you talking about, old soldier and thief! Isn't my old lady younger than you? I'll give it back to you!" You gave birth to two sons, why didn't you think of me! Woooo..."

"Back when so many people said you were dead, I didn't even think about remarrying, woo woo..."

So Lu Laoliu was beaten up by his uncle during the day, and then beaten up by his wife at night.

It was very hot in Nanzhong in May, and my body was sweaty and sticky all day long, and I felt very uncomfortable.

Even after taking a cold shower, the whole body will sweat again after a while.

The black dog at the gate of the small courtyard lay lazily on the ground, with its eyes half-opened and half-closed, stretching out its tongue and exhaling.

Suddenly it shuddered, got up and was about to turn around and run away.

Then Feng Yong's voice came over, "If you dare to run, you will be killed!"

Then the dog-beating stick hit the ground with a "tap-tap-tap".

The black dog whimpered and stopped with its tail between its legs.

If it could talk, it would definitely say it: If it could do it all over again, I wouldn't dare to bark like that again if I was killed.

"come over."

Hearing the order, the black dog had no choice but to turn around and walk over hesitantly with small steps.

"Go, take a shower with me."

"Woo..."

In the whole day, Feng Yong, who bathed the dog eight times, finally let out a long sigh, "A bath without soap is not a real bath!"

Then finally let go of this poor black dog.

The black dog got the amnesty and ran away quickly.

"Come here, bring me the big jar where I soaked the ashes three days ago, and also, bring me the oil that was delivered a few days ago."

Feng Yong didn't care about this dog who was maliciously retaliated because of his cheap mouth, and gave orders.

The days of waiting for Li Hui's news were really hard. In order to hide the news that Li Hui was not in Pingyi County for a longer period of time, Li Yi hadn't left the Governor's Mansion for several days.

Feng Yong, Zhao Guang and others also tried to stay in the yard as much as possible.

Being idle is extremely boring, so Feng Yong asked someone to put the ash left over from the fire in the kitchen into a jar, then poured hot water into it and stirred it to soak.

Several of them have been soaked, and the earliest one has been soaked for three days.

No one knew what Feng Yong was going to do, but Zhao Guang and others knew that Feng Yong's coming to Nanzhong was definitely not for fun.

So when Feng Yong finally started to order his servants to deliver this weird jar to him, Zhao Guang and others quickly followed.

Zhao Guang and others were really surprised when they saw that the elder brother took a chicken and put it in the jar, and the chicken would float up.

Feng Yong nodded, thinking that the concentration of the alkali should be almost the same.

"Brother, you soaked the ashes in water for so many days just to make the chicken float?"

Zhao Guang asked bluntly.

Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "If you put enough salt into the water, the chicken will float up on the spot. How much effort do I have to make a chicken float in the water?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Hearing this, Zhao Guang looked eager to try, but seeing Feng Yong kept his hands on, he scooped up the egg and put it aside, and then began to lift the jar to pour gray water. He could only suppress his curiosity and continue to want to see Feng Yong clearly. Forever to do.

The filter made of silk has a good filtering effect, and the turbid plant gray water is filtered out of dregs, and the color is a bit brown.

Yang Wanwan felt distressed when he saw it, it was silk, even in his house, there were not many clothes made of silk, and his brother used it to spoil it like this?

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun didn't care - the dividends in the workshop now made them no longer short-sighted teenagers.

Get some silk to play with, little fun!

"Brother, why don't you use an iron pot?"

Watching Feng Yong pour the filtered gray water into the clay pot, and then start making a fire under it, Zhao Guang couldn't help asking.

Now no matter where the few people go, they have to let the servants carry the iron pot, which is a special product of Fengzhuang.

Can't eat anything without it.

The weather was already hot, coupled with the constant stirring after pouring tung oil, Feng Yong, who had just taken a shower, began to sweat all over again.

Hearing that Zhao Guang was so full of energy, he was about to squeak again, so he threw the stirring stick and said to him, "Come here!"

Zhao Guang likes his elder brother to make novelty things the most, as soon as he heard Feng Yong's order, he immediately stepped forward to imitate Feng Yong's appearance just now and kept stirring.

While still in the mood, he turned his head and asked, "Brother, how long are you going to mess around like this?"

"Soon, only two or three hours."

Feng Yong squinted and said casually.

Water and oil are immiscible and need to be stirred constantly so that the saponification reaction will be sufficient.

Otherwise, the stuff produced by incomplete saponification cannot be used at all.

"Two or three hours, it's not too difficult."

Zhao Guangda said carelessly.

Hehe, Feng Yong sneered and didn't speak.

Although it doesn't take a lot of strength to stir, but if you keep stirring for a moment, if it takes two or three hours in a row, his hands won't even try to lift up.

In addition, it is a hot day, and if you have to stand by the fire, you will feel dizzy for an hour, sweat and collapse for two hours, and for three hours...no one can stand up.

"Brother, what is this for?"

Unaware of Feng Yong's vicious thoughts, Zhao Guang asked in a still mood.

"Make soap."

"What is soap?"

"It's used for washing clothes like the saponins, but this one can also be used to wash the body. It's a pity that I don't have spices at hand. If there are spices, it would be even better."

...

"Brother, why do you feel a little tired..."

"It's okay, it's only been an hour."

"Little brother's clothes are soaked through..."

"Well, it's okay, the sun is past the middle of the sky, and it won't be so hot later."

Feng Yong yawned and said lazily.

Although Feng Yong wanted to make soap for a long time, he suffered from the lack of suitable raw materials at hand.

Although it is not impossible to use lard, but if he really dared to use fat to boil oil to make this kind of thing, maybe the old demon Zhuge would hit him with a stick and make him paralyzed.

For people of this age, fatty meat is the most delicious thing.

And the oil from fat meat is something that only rich and noble people can use.

If Feng Yongzhen dared to use ointment to make soap, that would be Hongguoguo's show off of wealth, which is even more powerful than later generations who go to the street to find old people who have fallen down to help them, and it is the kind of heinous show of wealth.

It is the kind of death behavior that will make everyone in the world resentful.

As for the flaunting of wealth in later generations, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The Zhuge old demon knocked him paralyzed, and even made countless envious people applaud him, feeling really relieved.

Even now, coveting the things in Feng's mansion, so there are probably many people who try to kill Feng Yong.

It's just that Feng Yong knew that his foundation was too shallow, and he didn't think about eating alone at the beginning, so now he has a large group of people to help him defend against all kinds of open and hidden arrows.

Otherwise, look at Deng Tong and Shi Chong, which one will end well?

Shi Chong realized just before his death that others wanted to kill him because his family was so rich that he didn't know how to keep a low profile.

That's why there is that exclamation: the slave generation benefits my family's wealth.

Then he was ridiculed: If you know that wealth will cause harm, why don't you leave early?

Look at Tao Zhugong again, who scattered his family wealth three times, but ended well.

Besides, even if I raised so many pigs in Hanzhong, if I really wanted to boil lard to make soap, I was afraid that the slaves would secretly stuff the lard into their mouths and eat it during the manufacturing process.

Is it a joke that the anointing oil is rich and rich?

In this day and age, it is right to have a full meal first.

Feng Yongcai would not be so stupid to use edible things as luxury goods.

A child of a master must have the demeanor of a son of a master.

Turning useless things into useful things is a must-have skill for a real master.

Tung oil can cause poisoning if eaten, so there is no such trouble when using it to make soap.

More importantly, soap must be produced through large-scale industrialization, and Nanzhong is an important production area of ​​tung oil, which can provide enough raw materials.

I tried my best to make the people in Nanzhong have an extra income, but in the process of serving the people, I also earn some pocket money for myself and my friends, what's the problem?

Besides, if we want to develop Nanzhong, how can we grow sugarcane? Of course, it is necessary to diversify the industry!