Farmer of Shu Han

"Madam just asked if there is enough food in the house, and I can guess some of the reasons. It is not an easy task to teach these children how to read and write. Although the Feng family can still afford it now, as time goes by, The bigger the expense, so the boy is just planning for a rainy day."

Although she knew that the kid in front of her was not telling the truth, Huang Yueying was not in the mood to delve into it. It was normal to have some small thoughts, as long as she was not confused about major matters.

"You want to sell tea?"

"yes."

"Inappropriate. Business affairs are not the right way. Farming, studying and inheriting a family is a century-old strategy. You can't rush for success, take your time. You are still young, and you can't ruin your reputation for a little money, understand?" Huang Yueying was sincere. For Feng Yong's sake, in her mind, Feng Yong's actions are also to accumulate some foundation for himself, which is the most normal thing.

Her Alang really doesn't like the family, because the family not only hides the population, but also hides the actual land, so that the imperial court can't collect the food tax. As for the families like the Feng family, which are even poor, they are the ones most supported by A Lang. Those who have a permanent property have perseverance, and they don't have to worry about being too big like a big family.

Of course, if Feng Yong knew Huang Yueying's thoughts, he would conclude that the stability of the feudal dynasty still had to be based on sufficient self-cultivating farmers. If you have to use the words of later generations to explain it, it is: the stability of society must be based on a sufficient number of middle classes.

But I'm really afraid that your Alang will snatch my tea when he sees it in the future!

Feng Yong sighed, and said, "I understand, Ma'am. Ma'am, don't worry, I won't make fun of my reputation."

Seeing this kid's perfunctory appearance, Huang Yueying felt angry, and she kindly reminded him that it was in exchange for his appearance? But after thinking about it, maybe this is what the teacher behind him meant. Alas, it's really hard for me to say anything before I find out the details of this kid.

"Forget it, you are also an independent person, so I won't say more. The day is so big, these children have been standing for a long time, aren't they afraid of getting a rash?"

Sha, that is, heatstroke.

So saying that the so-called farming in Nanyang is basically an artistic statement, right? If you really went to the field, how could you not know that the real farmer's children are not afraid of the sun? It is an exaggeration to say that you can still be alive and kicking in the sun for a day, but there is no problem after one or two hours in the sun.

But Huang Yueying said so, Feng Yong still wanted to show some face, and immediately said to the child: "Disband!"

When the children heard this, they immediately lowered their arms, folded their legs together, and shouted in unison: "No!"

At this moment, even Zhao Guang, who was familiar with Feng Zhuang, changed slightly, and looked at Feng Yong with admiration: My elder brother is indeed a man with a strategy. Some time ago, I was amazed to see these children in the ranks. I didn't expect that my brother had already trained them like a finger if I didn't pay attention these days. Thinking about it this way, my brother must be in the army, right? Well, it must be, otherwise, where did the Thirty-Six Strategies of War come from?

Huang Yueying originally heard that Feng Yong was leading farmers to open up wasteland on the hillside, and the first thing that came to her mind was the lower field that harvested more grain than the upper field. For grain, I didn't expect to come up to the slope to know that it was not used to grow grain, and I was a little disappointed. Then he laughed at himself: I am still a little greedy, and it is a blessing to be able to change Shimoda into Ueda. No matter how powerful his teacher is, he is not a god, so why is he so capable? Can food be grown on slopes without water?

"I want to meet the kid."

While Feng Yong was arguing with Huang Yueying, in the Zhang Mansion in Chengdu, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou was sitting in the gazebo in the backyard, and said to the young woman who was sitting opposite her, with her stomach slightly outstretched, who was gently fanning with a round fan .

The pregnant young woman smiled quietly when she heard the words: "Don't worry, mother, Feng Langjun is still in the dark about this matter. If you suddenly want to see him at this time, maybe he will notice the clues. If he doesn't If you are happy with this matter, it will cause extra problems.”

The young woman was wearing a phoenix shirt, with smooth blue silk hanging down to her waist, and a double-knotted phoenix-headed white jade Huasheng was inserted into her temples. She looked extremely graceful. She was the current empress and the eldest daughter of Zhang Xiahou.

"I thought it was the prime minister who made the decision on this matter. I thought that my Zhang family had fallen to such a point. I didn't expect that you were the first to bring it up. Why didn't you let me know? Could it be that I am not four Mother's mother?" Zhang Xiahou's tone was a little excited, and she couldn't hide her anger, but seeing the eldest daughter's belly, she had to suppress her emotions. As someone who has experienced it, she needs peace of mind when she is pregnant, of course she knows.

Empress Zhang's face was a little unhealthy pale, she coughed lightly, and said to her mother apologetically: "I was going to tell my mother from the beginning, but I got hurt a few days ago, and my body is not good enough. Not feeling well, the weather is hot, and the palace is still freezing cold. The emperor doesn't want to let his daughter out, so as not to get a fever. Except for the younger sister, even the elder brother is rarely seen. Besides, the mother is unwilling to go out of the palace. It’s just a matter of thinking about it first, and I don’t think it’s too urgent, so I haven’t found a chance to talk to my mother about it.”

"Are you sick again?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiahou immediately forgot about blaming her daughter, and asked with concern, "Is it serious?"

"It's better now, and I can eat something, otherwise, how can my daughter come out of the palace?" The queen comforted Zhang Xiahou, "It's not easy for others to tell my mother about my little sister, so I still have to tell my daughter personally." It is more appropriate. Originally, I thought that this matter should not be rushed. Even after the late emperor’s Zi Palace was buried, it would not be too late to inform my mother. Who would have thought that Feng Langjun was so good that he even went down to Tianmu The matter of producing three stones of millet came out, which was beyond my daughter's expectation."

"You have always had your own opinions." Zhang Xiahou sighed, "The late emperor once praised you, saying that it is a pity that you are a daughter. If you were a man, how could you get the student of Ma Youchang who was the prime minister? Although this matter is You made the decision, but I am Si Niang's mother after all, so I just want to ask, is Feng Langjun really worth it for you?"

"Mother, don't worry, my little sister is my own sister. As a sister, how can I harm her?" The Queen's tone was calm and gentle, but her eyes shone with wisdom. Coincidentally. Mother, did you remember that before the first emperor conquered Wu, he asked Li Shenxian, a hermit in Qingcheng Mountain, for divination?"

"Of course I remember. But what does that have to do with this matter?"

At the beginning, Liu Bei wanted to attack Wu with an army from all over the country, so he sent someone to invite Li Yi, a hermit from Qingcheng Mountain, to come to the army for a divination. Li Yi asked someone to take out more than forty pieces of paper, all of which were painted with soldiers, horses and equipment. After the painting was finished, they were all torn up, and then a person was lying on the ground on his back, and a person beside him was digging the earth to bury him. There was also a white word on it, After finishing all this, Li Yi drifted away. At that time, everyone didn't understand what it meant. It wasn't until Liu Bei defeated Yiling and died of illness in Baidicheng that those who knew about it suddenly realized it. Li Yi has become synonymous with living gods.