Farmer of Shu Han

Although it was said that it was the autumn harvest season, the sun was still scorching. Feng Yong walked around with a torch under the sun for a long time, feeling that his clothes were almost soaked and his throat was a little smoky. As soon as the ceremony was completed, everyone was about to collapse, so he rushed to his exclusive fishing treasure, and then lay down and pretended to be dead.

Yaomei is a good girl. Although she is not very good at reading and writing, her hands and feet are very quick. He had prepared tea under the shade of the tree early, and when he saw Feng Yong coming, he graciously handed over a bowl of tea.

Not bad, the water temperature is just right.

After pouring down two big bowls of tea, he came back to his senses.

"Go, send a bowl of tea to the housekeeper and that grandpa."

Seeing the butler standing on the ground talking to an old man, the old man seemed familiar. After thinking about it, he might have met face to face, but he hadn't said hello. He should be from the Li family, so Feng Yong said to Yaomei .

"Eh? Erlang is free to come here today?" In Jincheng Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Yueying was thinking hard with a piece of paper, when she saw Zhao Guang walking in, she couldn't help asking strangely. At her feet, various parts were scattered all over the place, some made of wood and some made of cast iron.

Zhang Xing, who was not far away, was dancing around with a small wooden stick, and shouted: "Soldiers and soldiers, there are many enemy troops, so it is not suitable to indulge in fighting! Don't panic, fight with me!"

Zhao Guang saluted hastily: "Auntie may have forgotten that today is the day when Feng Zhuang opened the sickle. Auntie once said that she would go to see it."

"Hey! I almost forgot!" Huang Yueying patted her forehead, "I've been thinking about how to make eight ox plows for the past few days, but I can't remember going to Fengzhuang today." She turned her head to Zhang Xing who was next to her. Said, "Si Niang, come here, I'll ask someone to escort you back to the mansion first. Auntie has something to go out later."

Zhang Xing understood it early on. He threw away the small wooden stick, ran over and hugged Huang Yueying's leg, raised his head and begged: "Auntie, I also want to go to Fengzhuang. A few days ago I also told my mother that I want to play in Fengzhuang!"

Huang Yueying patted her head, and said softly: "I'm here for business, not to play, and I'll take you there some other day."

Zhang Xing pursed his lips: "Auntie, don't try to lie to Si Niang. I heard clearly just now that Auntie is going to Fengzhuang to watch people harvest rice. So besides farming, what other business can Fengzhuang do?"

Huang Yueying frowned: "Who told you that farming is not a serious matter?"

Zhang Xing was most afraid of seeing Huang Yueying's expression, so he shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "When I went to the palace to play a few days ago, I heard what the emperor's brother-in-law said. He said that he was dealing with the affairs of the court. Lang Jun is much stronger."

After hearing this, Huang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief, only thinking it was a joke between the emperor and Zhang Xing, and said to herself: "Although this Ah Dou is still young, he is still an emperor anyway, the world is based on farming, how can he Have such thoughts? Even if you are joking, you can’t talk nonsense. You have to ask Alang to remind the emperor.”

It was not easy to answer Zhang Xing's words at the moment, but when she heard the word "Feng Langjun", her heart moved, and she said with a smile, "Since you really want to go, then it's okay to go with you, just be obedient."

"Be obedient, Si Niang listens to my aunt most." Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly.

In the evening, after getting off work, I returned to my rented house, opened the refrigerator, took out the watermelon that I had put in in the morning, dug deep into the middle of the melon with a spoon, and stuffed it into my mouth without chewing at all, just squeezed it with my mouth, The icy and sweet watermelon juice overflowed my mouth, swallowed it again, shivering all over, then turned over and lay down on the sofa, digging and eating half of the watermelon, and then turned on the TV to watch the latest The stock price, the exhaustion of the day is gone. Before I finished eating, my stomach felt full, and I wanted to sleep...Suddenly, I smelled a familiar perfume, and at the same time, my ears hurt, and I could only hear the voice of the female boss: "Give me this mess again... "

"It hurts, hurts..." Feng Yong yelled, "Don't twist it!"

"Know the pain and still not get up?"

Only a soft drink was heard.

This is me, time travel back again?

Feng Yong woke up from his sleep, and before his eyes could see his surroundings clearly, such a thought flashed in his mind. Feeling itchy nose, I couldn't help but sneezed again.

After I sneezed, I became more awake, and it was still the same place, the familiar fishing treasure under the willow tree.

Looking up, she saw a face full of anger looking down at her, while a little loli hid her hands behind her back, so that Feng Yong could not see clearly what she was holding. Next to him was a female knight who looked like an iceberg of ten thousand years, her eyes were indifferent, she looked at him quietly.

"It turns out that Madam is here, but I'm really rude for not being able to greet you." Feng Yong was so frightened that he quickly got up and saluted.

"Feng Mingwen, you are so at ease!" Huang Yueying didn't pick on Feng Yong at all, staring at a pair of phoenix eyes, "Everyone is busy, but you still have the mood to lie here peacefully?"

I don't sleep, so what can I do? Feng Yong was at a loss.

"Come with me." Huang Yueying was inexplicably angry when she saw his innocent face, turned around and walked towards the crop field that was being harvested.

Feng Yong followed behind without knowing why, and touched his ears. He didn't know if it was an illusion or it still hurt a little. He looked at Huang Yueying who was walking in front, and looked at the one who was bouncing around holding the dog's tail grass in her hand. Little Lolita, look at Guan Ji who is exuding cold air even under the sun, and finally look at Yaomei who has been driven away, and wonder if someone screwed me in a dream or someone really screwed me?

When several people passed the official road, Feng Yong saw Huang Yueying's ox cart parked beside it, and the driver, who was prettier than a woman, smiled brightly at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong pronounced "roll" with his mouth, traitor! fraud! Obviously, he had already told Zhao Guang and Wang Xun yesterday that the family would harvest millet for the next few days and give them a holiday. Now seeing this guy working as a coachman here again, how could Feng Yong never think that this must have something to do with him?

That night, I confessed affectionately to Lao Tzu, saying that I would never spy on information again, but I didn't expect to turn around and go to Huang Yueying's place to inform again today.

Zhao Guang made a gesture to Feng Yong, and then drove the ox cart to the road on the village. Vehicles are not allowed to stop for a long time on the official road.

Several people walked to the edge of the rice field being harvested. Huang Yueying pointed to the front and asked, "How big is this valley?"

How would I know? At that time, I sprinkled as much farmyard manure as I had. Who would measure it when they were too busy?

"About ten acres?" Feng Yong looked at it and said something uncertain.

"Tch!" Huang Yueying gave him a dissatisfied look, "Eleven or twelve mu is considered to be ten or so mu, and eight or nine mu can also be called ten or so mu. How many mu is it?"

I don't know wow!

Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying innocently again.