Farmer of Shu Han

"By the way, Brother Lu, the steward told us just now that there are Liao people living on the other side of the slope. Tell me, if Mr. Feng asked us to live here, is it because he saved them for us to watch over those Liao people?" thought?"

At this time, someone raised such a question.

The scar-faced veteran didn't answer right away, he was probably thinking about it, and he said after a while: "I can't tell. The Liao people at the other end seem to be familiar with Liao, and they saw him go to the field when he entered the village. I guess It's a slave bought by the master's family, but since it's a Liao, it's always right for us to pay attention to it first."

Although it has entered autumn, the autumn tiger in the middle of Sichuan still has the remaining prestige. The scar-faced veteran and his party came out after washing their bodies. Although they were only wearing the boxers that Feng Zhuang specially sent them, they didn't have to worry about catching cold. This place is at the back of the village, and everyone in the village is busy in the field. Even if a few people are naked, there is no need to worry about people from outside the village coming to see it. As for the clothes soaked in willow branch water, let them dry in the sun for half a day, and at dusk, they will be almost dry, so you don't have to worry about having nothing to wear tomorrow.

"This thing is novel." Someone tugged on the boxer pants. "This Jincheng is indeed the capital of the big man. Even the pants are cooler than other places."

"If you put on a coir raincoat and let the wind blow through underneath, isn't it just as cool?" Someone next to him teased.

Everyone laughed and seemed to be in a good mood. Although just now everyone wanted to wash their bodies, soak everything in willow branch water, and even break up their hair and wash it carefully, no one was dissatisfied. Because the more they toss like this, the more they can see how much the owner of the villa values ​​them. They are all old people who have rolled over from life to death, and this bit of insight is worth it. It seems that the Zhuangzi, which settled on the edge of Jincheng, has a certain degree of confidence, and I am naturally happy in my heart.

"It's just that since I was on the road yesterday, I ate some wild vegetable dumplings for breakfast. I'm thirsty and hungry now, and the farmer didn't say to bring us some water." Someone complained a little.

The veteran with the scarred face glared at him and cursed: "Eat, eat! You know how to eat! Don't urinate and look at yourself. Will you eat three meals a day? Noble people eat three meals a day." You, a poor beggar, will thank God if you don’t starve to death. When you’re thirsty, you’ll go to the field to drink a couple of sips of water. You’ve endured for so long along the way, and now you’re at the field, and you still need half a day’s work?”

I was talking here, when I suddenly heard Zhuangzi's "Dangdangdang" ringing the bell, the farmers in the distance made a small commotion, and then put down their work one after another, and got up together Go to Zhuangzi.

"What is this doing?"

Several people stretched their necks in amazement and looked towards the place where Zhuangzi rang the bell, but they couldn't see any clues, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This is Zhuangzi they will rely on in the future, don't just arrive here. On the ground, something happened. At that time, even if it has nothing to do with the few of them, it is not beautiful to be regarded as the cause of the bad luck brought by him and others from the pile of dead people.

"Why don't we go and have a look? Maybe we can help?"

He said this anxiously.

"No hurry." The scar-faced old man could hold his breath, "Looking at the way the farmer walks, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry, so it shouldn't be a big deal. If I really need to wait to make a move, the village will naturally send someone to tell me. Don't forget, when we first entered the village, the two children who blocked Feng Langjun behind us, if we were talking about fighting hard on the battlefield, they would definitely not be able to beat us, but if we were only talking about skills, they might be higher than us. "

In fact, the scarred veteran who took the lead has a deeper thought in his heart, even if it is really urgent, asking people to come to him to beg him is not the same as taking the initiative to help others. The more favors you get, the less bullied you, outsiders like yourself, will be in the future.

It is common sense that the status of the old farmer is higher than that of the outsider, so I can't blame the scar-faced veteran for having such thoughts.

"This is the home of Zhongmingding Dingshi!" Zhao Guang stood at the highest point of the open space above the village, watching the householders holding pottery food bowls, consciously lined up in two rows, stepped forward one by one, starting from the cook Taking the steamed buns and soup from He Amei's hands, he couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Zhuangshang, even the village households can be ranked in the army. I really admire him."

"Army formation! This is still using military formation?" Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang dismissively, unable to speak properly, "Whoever doesn't line up will have no food, go to the Zhuangzi in your house and try it out. , all of them are kept like this, how can anyone dare to be disobedient?"

In fact, the housekeeper was firmly opposed to such things as eating lunch from the very beginning. Three meals a day is the treatment that noble people have. If farmers who plan food in the soil can eat a mouthful of hot rice sooner or later, that is because they have accumulated virtue in their previous lives! But in Feng Yong's view, work efficiency is the number one priority. Farmers work for a day, and breakfast can last a day? Can you do a hairy job when you are hungry?

Unable to resist Feng Yong's insistence, the housekeeper took a final step back, and for lunch, each person was only given two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup—it was said to be hot soup, but in fact it was boiled water, with a few vegetable leaves, and some more Salt, the water is so light that you can't taste the saltiness at all. In this way, the farmers are also grateful to everyone, and eat happily.

The housekeeper, on the other hand, felt sorry for the food for several days, and said that if this continued, the mansion would be defeated. Feng Yong is completely immune to this kind of intimidation. It's not that he has never studied mathematics, and the food in the house will last until next summer no matter what. In the past two years, the old monster Zhuge will only let the people in central Sichuan recuperate, and it is impossible to mobilize troops. What are you afraid of? Dujiangyan will play a role next year, and there is no possibility of a shortage of food. Otherwise, where would the old monster Zhuge have the confidence to send troops to Pingnanzhong in the next year?

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, don't forget to send someone to deliver some food to those people in Empress Zhuang."

Feng Yong looked at the butler who was not far away with his mouth twitching and his face was full of distress. He really couldn't bear to let him look at it again, so he said to the butler.

The butler came over and saluted, and said: "Return to the Lord, just now the old servant has asked Niu Wa and others to send it over."

"Then how?" Feng Yong was taken aback, "Those veterans have all killed people before, and they are full of hostility, so don't scare people."

The butler looked at Feng Yong with a strange expression, not knowing what he was thinking: "What the lord said, is there anyone in this world who has never seen a dead person? The dead are not afraid, but are they afraid of a few living people who have killed people? That dog, his old man, elder sister, and younger brother all died in front of his eyes. Now he is not the same as a good boy in our village? It is said that he and his mother, orphans and widows buried people in the ground I'll go." As the butler said, he suddenly felt emotional again, "I just met a good man like the Lord, look!" Having said that, he pointed to the farmer below who was eating steamed buns, "Work It's all done to enjoy the blessings, even people with land don't eat like this..."

After all, you still feel bad for food!