Farmer of Shu Han

When Feng Yong saw that the housekeeper was about to nag again, his forehead ached, and he interrupted him quickly: "Even so, I can't let the children go. When I saw them for the first time, I felt guilty. I really want to Scared the child, but what should I do?"

"My lord is delicate, and the children in the village are solid. How can you compare them with my lord? Please rest assured, my lord. Besides, how can adults be needed for such a trivial matter? They have finished eating, so don't go down quickly." Do you work in the land?" The butler took it for granted, and what he said was a classic content for later generations to accuse the darkness of feudal society.

Wang Xun had an expression of approval: "If Ah Weng could meet someone like my brother back then, why would he give up his life to go to the battlefield?" But then he looked rejoicing, "It's also fortunate that this is the way for my younger brother to meet him." Brother."

Looking at Zhao Guang's indifferent face, Feng Yong couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he is the only one who thinks that veteran is scary? Could it be that the aborigines really produce some kind of antibody?

"Then why are you two so nervous about facing them?"

Wang Xun chuckled: "At that time, I felt that they were full of blood, and I knew that they had killed many people. According to the rules on the battlefield, before the enemy or friend argues, they are not allowed to get close."

Zhao Guang said "Oh", thought for a while, and said, "I just think something is wrong with them. Seeing Zishi go up, I, as a brother, naturally have to cooperate."

I see, it seems that the butler is right, it seems that I am too delicate. No way, if you haven't experienced the cruelty of this world, you will naturally not understand the indigenous people's thoughts on such things. Although he was kicked into a black hole in the ground by an instructor to pick up human bones when he was training in the army, he had never faced a dead person in person. And in my own memory, the former owner of this body basically remembers things after entering Shu. I guess he was a child before entering Shu, so he didn't leave much memory.

"Hey, someone is coming."

Just as the veterans were guessing what happened in Zhuangzi, someone noticed a few people coming from the place where the bell rang.

Could it be that something really happened, come over and ask me to wait for help? The veterans muttered in their hearts.

When they got closer, they realized that the person who came over was not the boy who boiled water for them to bathe in front of them? Why are you still holding something in your hand?

"Son, what are you doing?" The people who came over were all half-grown boys, and there was no need for a few half-naked thick guys to hide anything.

The two children walking in the front each carried a bamboo cage in their hands, and they couldn't see what was inside. The two taller ones at the back were carrying a small wooden bucket together, and you could see that there was soup in it, still steaming, with a few vegetable leaves floating on it. The baby at the back still holds a few pottery bowls in his hands.

He also said that he wanted to drink some water, but he didn't expect it to be delivered.

Gouzi put down the cage drawer in his hand, saluted, and said: "Go back to the elder, the boy is ordered by the master to bring food to the elder." Then, he opened the cage drawer, revealing the white steamed buns inside. , "Elders, please forgive me, this meal was made in a hurry, so we can only share two for each person. The master said, we will make more for the elders when we have dinner."

The eyes of the veterans went straight when they saw the steamed buns. Although they had never eaten or even seen the steamed buns, the slightly steaming round white buns were a rare good thing just by looking at them. , what's more, just by smelling the scent that goes straight into the nose, you know that it must be much better than the steamed cakes that the generals in the army occasionally eat!

"Son, what are you talking about? This...is this for us to eat?" The scarred veteran pointed at the steamed bun and asked eagerly. If he wanted to, he would be satisfied if he could have a few mouthfuls of hot soup How can a bitter person who has to eat wild vegetable dumplings for breakfast dare to expect to eat when the sun is still high in the sky?

"Yes. It's just that there is less preparation. There are only two for each person. I hope the elders don't mind." Gouzi said politely with a smile on his face from beginning to end. The children behind him all consciously stood silently. I can't speak.

"Don't dare!" The scarred veteran waved his hands again and again, "How dare a rough man like this old man think about having food in broad daylight? Please go back and tell the master that the old man and others are really serious. I can't afford to be treated so courteously. I just want to be like the peasants in the village, and I can plan and eat under Feng Langjun, and I will be satisfied."

Gouzi turned his body slightly to show his respect, "The food is taken from the food of everyone in the farm. Now it's time to plow the fields, and the master's family will distribute them to everyone who goes to the fields. The two steamed buns are not specially made for the elders, so don’t misunderstand the elders. Besides, my mother is also the farmer of the village, so I can’t be called the elder’s little man.”

"The son of the farmer?!"

This time it was not only the old man with the scar, but there was even a sound of breathing behind him. Originally, I thought it was shocking enough for the master to let the farmer eat this kind of food, but I didn't expect that the young man who looked like a rich family in front of me turned out to be the son of the farmer.

"Isn't Mr. Xiaolang lying to me?" The old man with the scar looked at Gouzi suspiciously, then pointed to the children silently lined up behind Gouzi, "Don't tell me it's someone as polite as Mr. , even the kids behind me, if they say that they are servant boys trained by a rich family, I'm afraid some people will believe it, right?"

Gouzi crossed his hands in front of his belly, and lowered his head slightly: "I really dare not tell the elder that the boy and others are all sons of the farmer. I just read a few words with the master's family and learned some etiquette, but I dare not let the elder Misunderstand."

"Literate?" Someone among the veterans cried out, "Young Lord, don't you want to lie to the old man and others that you came from the land of the Southern Barbarians, so you don't know that this is a family with hundreds of acres of fertile land, and you may not dare to say that you can read, right? .”

"That's Zhuangzi elsewhere, not Fengzhuang." When Gouzi said this, several children involuntarily puffed up their chests, their faces full of confidence, "My master is a child of a high-ranking person. It's different from others, even the Prime Minister praised it! All the children of Feng Zhuang's age must follow the master's family to learn how to read and write, this is the rule."

The scarred old man's expression was unbelievable, his eyes widened, his lips trembled, he grabbed Gouzi's shoulder, and asked loudly: "Is this really true?"

The hand strength of the old man with the scar was getting stronger, and Gouzi showed pain on his face: "Elder, you hurt me."

"Brother Lu, don't get excited!" Someone rushed out from behind and helped Gouzi break the hands on his shoulders, "Be careful that you hurt Wazi!"

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the scarred veteran, who was indifferent to life and death, woke up, with a face of self-blame, and wanted to reach out, but retracted, and asked repeatedly, "Is everything okay, baby? Are you on it?"

The two people who rushed out carefully pulled Gouzi's clothes away, and seeing bruises on both shoulders, they immediately complained: "Brother, why are you so strong?"

"It's useless to say it now!" The scarred veteran turned around in a hurry, and didn't dare to go forward. Hearing what the two said, he immediately cursed, "It's important to show the wound first! Is it hurt? The next one The matter is that the old man kneels and comes to the door to make amends."