Farmer of Shu Han

In the specially remodeled large warm pavilion in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion, the refined smokeless charcoal in the fireplace was burning bright red.

There was also a small stove in the corner, on which a kettle was steaming.

On the side of the stove, there is a copper pipe that guides the smoke to the outside.

Amei took up a corner and was sitting at the table studying seriously.

Li Mu was crouching on another table to calculate the accounts, to see how many materials such as wool and fur were collected this year.

From time to time, he took the notebook and leaned over to Amei, asking softly.

After all, Calculator Ji's brain is too good, and many numbers can be answered directly from her.

As for Zhang Xiaosi, the chief secretary of the governor's office, he is the busiest on weekdays, but now he is the most leisurely.

His feet rested on the low stool, and a low table was specially placed beside him, on which a pile of dried fruits was readily available.

He was holding a copy of "Long Lovesickness" that was kept secret in the boudoir in his hand and read it with gusto.

As for General Guan, the chief wife of Feng's family, he was gently rocking the child in his arms, as if he was coaxing the child to sleep.

Everything is quiet and cozy.

Liangzhou has entered the cat winter season, as long as there are no emergencies, it is probably the most leisurely time of the year.

As soon as the father, daughter, father and son, who had changed into clean clothes, came in, they caused some commotion.

Amei and Li Mu quickly put down what they were doing, one wanted to get the water bottle, and the other wanted to get the water glass.

"No, no, I'll do it myself, you are busy with your work."

Governor Feng quickly stopped them.

Do what you can, do it yourself.

This is the family motto of the Feng family.

Especially in this era when scholars need to walk the world with their swords.

Governor Feng didn't want to raise a group of unfilial offspring who didn't work hard, didn't know the five grains, and didn't even understand the most basic common sense of life.

After drinking some hot milk tea for the child to warm up, he leaned forward to look at the third child in Guan Ji's arms.

This child is sensible, and the birth went smoothly, and he didn't bother his mother, so he took the nickname A Shun and the older name Feng Yong.

Originally, I wanted to call Feng Liang, because I was born in Liangzhou.

But his mother didn't agree with it because she thought it was unflattering.

Liangzhou used to belong to ancient Yongzhou, so it was simply called Feng Yong.

After drinking the milk tea, Guan Ji went into the inner room to put Ah Shun away, and then came out to teach her son and daughter how to read.

The whole Danuange looks more like a classroom.

There are students who study hard and are writing homework, students who need after-school tutoring, and even bad students who are addicted to extracurricular books.

It was you, Zhang Xiaosi!

Governor Feng sat on the other side of the low table, reached out and took a pickled dried apricot and threw it into his mouth.

"Is everything okay in the house today?"

Zhang Xingyi disliked Inspector Feng for interrupting her reading idle books, and gave him a blank look: "What can be the matter? I have been preparing for winter all year long."

"This is the first winter snow, and it's not a heavy snow. Are the officials in the counties dead?"

Liangzhou this year is much better than last year.

Coupled with the fact that the scholars selected by the examination, after a year of tempering, they should have a good understanding of the low-level situation in Liangzhou.

The counties are still shorthanded, but at least they won't be in the rush as they were last year.

"Always be careful, just in case..."

Governor Feng was looking for something to say when he saw the door of the Nuan Pavilion was pushed open again, and a person ran in hastily.

With a fixed eye, it was Young Master Hua.

Huahuan rushed to Amei's side: "Ashima, I have a question for you."

Amei put down the book with a good temper: "What's the matter?"

"Which one weighs a pound of stones or a pound of snowflakes?"

"Of course they are the same weight."

"Why?"

"Because they all weigh a pound."

"Ah..." Huayuan finally realized, "That's what it is!"

Then she finally made sure of one thing, and immediately glared at Governor Feng: "So when you were outside, who do you call a fool?"

Governor Feng spat out the apricot core with a "poof", the reflex arc is long enough!

He couldn't help laughing out loud.

Just at this time, a childish voice sounded:

"Aunt Hua, adults say you are a fool and don't let us play with you."

It turned out that Shuangshuang, who didn't want to read and write, saw the rare opportunity and hurriedly took the opportunity to be lazy.

This time the fire was done well, and Hualan was so angry that she was about to rush over to fight with Governor Feng.

Seeing that the good learning environment was about to be destroyed, Dr. Guan was furious. She slapped the table and reprimanded:

"Go out and make trouble! How old are you, I don't know how to teach your children well!"

It may be that the tiger's might is too strong, even Ah Shun in the inner room was awakened, and began to cry loudly inside.

This is really a mess.

Guan Ji gave the two culprits a hard look, then turned around and entered the room to coax the child.

Zhang Xiaosi rolled onto the soft sofa, smiling gleefully.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and study, or when your grandma comes out and sees that you are not concentrating on reading, she will hit your palms."

Governor Feng didn't dare to do anything to Zhang Xiaosi, and he couldn't fight with Young Master Hua. Amei and Li Mu sat in the corner obediently and didn't cause trouble.

Governor Feng looked around and had no choice but to threaten the young couple.

Then Zhang Xiaosi laughed even more presumptuously.

At this time, someone shouted loudly at the door:

"Ms. Zhang, there is an urgent report!"

There was even a hint of anxiety in his voice.

The imageless Secretary Zhang shuddered, and hurriedly stuffed the book under his little butt, and sat up straight at the same time: "Come in."

After the little secretary of the secretariat came in, seeing the situation inside, he hurriedly bowed to Governor Feng again: "I have seen you."

"You don't need to be polite, what is the urgent report?"

"Hui Junhou, someone from the palace sent it over."

According to the rules, when Junhou is present, he should show Junhou first.

But the urgent report from the palace is the only exception.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xingyi quickly stood up and took the secret letter from the little secretary.

When she saw the red paint on the envelope, her face changed slightly.

After signaling the little secretary to go down, Zhang Xingyi walked to a corner, carefully opened the envelope, and took out the letter paper to read.

The urgent report from the palace that can be directly submitted to the secretariat means that Feng Mingwen must also know about it, so there is no need to avoid it.

When she finished reading it, her complexion had become extremely ugly.

Seeing Zhang Xingyi's eyes fall on him, Feng Yong understood, walked over and took the letter from her hand.

When he saw "the prime minister vomited blood and refused to eat or drink", his hands couldn't help shaking suddenly!

When he raised his head, his eyes were empty and out of focus, and he just stared straight ahead in a daze.

Zhang Xingyi, who was already a little upset, couldn't control his emotions when he saw him like this:

"what's on your mind?"

"I'm counting..."

"What kind of?"

Count how long the Zhuge old demon will live in the original history.

If I remember correctly, there should be at least a little more than a year.

Besides, the situation of the big man is very good now, even if his body is not better than in the original history, at least it should not collapse faster.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong said decisively: "I need to go back to Hanzhong!"

Obviously, some things are very likely to be unexpected.