Farmer of Shu Han

The sound of firecrackers, mixed with the screams and laughter of Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi, has a bit of the New Year atmosphere of later generations.

Feng Yong suddenly felt nostalgic.

He couldn't help saying, "It would be great if these days could continue forever."

After hearing this, Huang Yueying had a strange expression on her face. She looked at Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi who were playing with the firecrackers, and then turned her head slightly to look at the room behind.

"Now you are bold, dare to say such things in front of me?"

Feng Yong was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Huang Yueying gestured to Zhang Xingyi, "Now it's about worshiping ancestors. What do you mean by asking Siniang to join in the fun and worship Feng's ancestors?"

"Ah?" Feng Yong's face became hot, and he hurriedly explained, "Ma'am, this, I didn't mean that..."

Huang Yueying smiled but was not a smile, she looked at Guan Ji again, her face was slightly dignified.

"I regard Sanniang as my daughter, and Fourth Niang is my niece and the queen's younger sister."

"Plus your current status is not ordinary. If I say more, others will always suspect the prime minister."

"So it's not easy for me to participate in this matter, but I always want to give you a bottom line."

Feng Yong felt that all the blood was coming to his face, he was ashamed and begged for mercy: "Ma'am, please say yes, you will always do what you want."

"I can also be regarded as Sanniang's half-grandmother. I think she is living a happier life now than before. I only hope that she can always look like this."

Huang Yueying looked at Feng Yong, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Feng Junhou nodded repeatedly.

After lighting the firecrackers, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi couldn't get enough of it.

"Why did Ah Lang only make a few? It's not fun at all!"

Guan Ji, the old lady of the Feng family, seemed to have never noticed that Zhang Xingyi's act of setting off firecrackers just now was actually part of the ancestor worship.

"Just make it first to let everyone see it fresh. This thing is a bit dangerous, so it's better to play it less."

Seeing that Guan Ji didn't realize this, Feng Yong coughed and said nonchalantly.

"But it's better than firecrackers. Why don't my brother-in-law make more?"

Zhang Xingyi also said beside him.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about that later."

With a guilty conscience, Feng Yong fully agreed.

After worshiping the ancestors, it is to toast the elders.

There are no real elders in Feng's residence, but in terms of kinship, Huang Yueying can barely be regarded as half an elder.

Feng Yong took the lead to toast a glass of apple wine.

Guan Ji, who followed closely behind, was much more forthright. First, she toasted a glass of chili wine, but felt that it was not satisfying, then toasted a glass of apple wine, and finally a third glass of honey wine.

Huang Yueying took a sip with a smile in return.

Although Zhang Xingyi doesn't like to drink normally, but at this time, he joined the crowd and ranked third, offering a toast to Huang Yueying.

It was not Amei who was most nervous, but Li Mu.

After all, the title of Mrs. Prime Minister is enough to put enormous pressure on ordinary women.

What's more, Li Mu has always had a psychological shadow on the prime minister of the Han Dynasty.

Feng Yong noticed that the wine in her wine glass had been rippling slightly, which could be seen the anxiety in her heart.

However, Huang Yueying still has something to say to her: "Miss Mu of Nanxiang, you can be regarded as a rare woman of our big Han."

"Thank you Ma'am, Ma'am is too good."

Li Mu no longer had the usual grace and majesty, and became reserved.

"You don't have to be humble, I said it, but it's the truth."

Huang Yueying smiled, glanced at everyone in the room, and said with great interest:

"Anyway, there are no outsiders in this room. Let me say something immodest. Any of you girls who are released are top-notch people."

"It's a strange thing that they all have something to do with this kid."

Feng Yong coughed, pretending not to hear, picked up the wine glass to drink, and found that the glass was empty.

As the wife of the Feng family, Guan Ji naturally had to stand up at this time: "Auntie, in this world, Alang is the only man who can say that women don't give way to men."

"You would rather speak for him."

Huang Yueying saw that Guan Ji's face was natural, and her expression did not seem to be fake, so she stopped continuing this topic.

He smiled immediately, "Just be happy in your heart."

After the ancestor worship and birthday celebration, the banquet officially begins.

Yuanzheng is actually New Year's Day, which is the New Year, and eating, drinking and having fun is the norm.

Of course, there are also visits to relatives and friends, and to visit festivals.

It's just that in Pingxiang, there are almost no people who are qualified to discuss relatives and friends with Feng Junhou, the captain of the Huqiang school.

That's fine, just be quiet.

It's a holiday, and it's rare for people in the house to be free.

There was a buzzing sound from the next room, it was Guan Ji and the others playing mahjong with Huang Yueying.

As the head of the family, Feng Junhou was not qualified to go to the table, so he dozed off while reading a book while leaning against the kang.

Fortunately, there was a Mei who cared about her, and came over from the next door from time to time to help bring hot water, change fruit bowls and so on.

"Don't worry about me, just go ahead and play."

Seeing her walking frequently, Feng Yong said.

"The concubine is just watching from the side." Amei quickly cleaned up the remnants of the kang table, while explaining in a low voice, "It's just a matter of time to come and see the gentleman."

"Huh?" Feng Yong was a little surprised, "What? Did they bully you?"

With Guan Ji's bearing, she should not be able to do such a thing.

Besides, Amei is now Huang Yueying's assistant, and from her usual tone of voice, she is quite appreciative of Amei.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said "all of them are top-notch people" when he worshiped his ancestors yesterday.

"No, it's just that Mrs. Zhang said that if the queen dares to let my concubine sit on the table, she won't play, saying it's unfair..."

Amei quickly explained.

Hearing what she said, Feng Yong remembered his fear of being dominated by "Calculation Ji" on the mahjong table.

Immediately there was a "poof", the dried fruit in his mouth sprayed onto the kang, he pointed at Amei and laughed, "Look, this is the disadvantage of being a school bully, no one will play with you."

Amei looked at Feng Yong in a daze, "I don't understand what the male gentleman means by Xueba."

"A student like you is a master."

Hearing the playful laughter next door, Feng Yong felt inexplicably calm and happy, and was in the mood to joke with his concubine.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Ah Mei blushed slightly, and said in a low voice, "I am also happy to have the opportunity to talk to a gentleman like this when I am a schoolmaster."

Feng Junhou's heart suddenly quickened by the inadvertent expression.

The kang on his body seemed a little hot, and it seemed that he was still wearing too much clothes.

"Go, close the door."

Feng Yong gave an order.

Amei's face became even redder, she got off the kang and walked towards the door, but before she stretched out her hand, a servant's voice sounded at the door: "Your Majesty, Zhao Langjun is here!"

Amei shrank back in fright.

The atmosphere that had been brewing with great difficulty was suddenly destroyed by this voice.

Feng Junhou was very angry: "He will pick the right time!"

There are not many people who can enter the backyard of the Feng Mansion, and Zhao Guang is one of them, and he is the one who can enter without notification.

Seeing the wind blowing under this guy's feet, and his face full of spring breeze, Feng Yong's face was even more stinky.

"Brother!"

Zhao Guang didn't wink at all, and saluted very happily.

Feng Yong didn't look at him.

But Huang Wudie behind him also saluted, "I've seen my brother."

Feng Yong nodded, "There is no need to be formal."

"They're all playing next door. Brothers and sisters, you should go too. It's lively there."

After finishing speaking, he motioned to Amei, "Take Mrs. Zhao there."

After Amei and Huang Wudie left, Zhao Guang wanted to take off his boots and climb onto the kang.

"Get down!"

Feng Yong kicked him, "When you come to the door for the Chinese New Year, you have the nerve to come here empty-handed? What about the New Year's ceremony?"