Farmer of Shu Han

"It's not urgent, Uncle Lu." A smile spread across Feng Yong's face, "After a few days, when the matter is settled, if there is still a shortage of manpower, I will tell you."

"That's it!" Lu Laozu stood up boldly and patted the grass roots behind him, "It seems that the master has already cares about it. I heard from the housekeeper Zhao in the past two days that you haven't laughed for several days. Well, now it seems that the old man is overwhelmed. But the master, the old man wants to say a few more words here. If you can listen to it, then listen to it. If you think the old man’s words are ridiculous, you can let the old man go. What a fart, do you think so?"

The old man stood up and thought he was going to leave, but he didn't expect to say this.

"Uncle Lu, please tell me."

"This man's heart, after all, is fleshy. The master waits for two more days, maybe things will turn around."

"What do I have to worry about?" Feng Yong pointed to a few old farmers who were looking at this side from a distance, and said, "Come here now, I'm afraid some people won't be able to sit still."

Lu Laozu laughed: "Since the master's family can laugh, it means that there is nothing wrong. Then the old man will not bother, so I will go over and help them, and strive to build the house as soon as possible."

Feng Yong nodded: "Uncle Lu, go slowly."

The most prestigious farmer in Zhuangzi today should be Ding Er's family, because there is a younger sister in the family. Although it is said that she has been sold to the mansion, she was Ding Er's daughter anyway, and Ding Er's family is good at craftsmanship, so she often asks the master's family to do some carpentry work.

Once you come and go, your confidence will rise.

"What's the matter?" Before Old Lu could go far away, Ding Er was pushed out by the farmers in the distance, and walked to Feng Yong's side slowly, unable to utter a word for a long time. Feng Yong frowned and looked over, "Go away if you have nothing to do, it will block me from the sun."

Hearing this, Ding Er obediently moved aside, only then remembered that the master's house was sitting under the shade of willows, where did the sun come from?

"Hanzhong..."

Ding Er held back for a long time before uttering two words.

"What's wrong with Hanzhong? You want to go too? Don't!"

Feng Yong gave Ding Er a disgusted look.

"Niuwa...Niuwa wants to follow the master's house."

Hearing this, Feng Yong turned his head: "Is your family willing to let Niu Wa go with you?"

Niu Wa is the son of Ding Er, a failed product of Feng Yong's experiment when he was a village teacher.

For this, it is estimated that the ancestral genes of Ding Er's family are to blame. Because Yaomei is the same, they are all dexterous people, but when it comes to studying, their IQ will suddenly drop, which is really worrying.

Ding Er nodded, and smiled naively: "My son is in a panic, and I have figured it out these days. What can I do in the field for the rest of my life? Besides, there are two in the family. Let Niuwa go out and grow up. He has gained knowledge, maybe he will have to rely on him to give the family face in the future!"

"You have to think about it! Staying outside is not like being at home. It's a trivial matter to suffer. You also know that the world is not peaceful now. If you go out with me, there will be no accidents. It will be too late to regret."

Ding Er looked away, squatted down and pulled a handful of weeds on the grass, with a helpless expression on his face: "Why don't villains know? It's just that God doesn't want people to live in peace, so what can we do? After two years, the eldest of the family has also reached the age of corvee service. If he really wants to go to the battlefield, he doesn't know whether he will live or die. Why don't we split one of the family members and blog with the master, maybe there will be more way out."

As he spoke, he picked a few grasses and chewed them in his mouth, as if this could ease his emotions.

How can a good conversation become a bitter drama? This Ding Er is really not a thing, if he didn't follow the script, he originally thought he could be hypocritical, but he didn't expect Feng Yong's original rhetoric to go away when he said this.

With a sound of "tsk", Feng Yong had no choice but to nod his head: "That's all right, go tell the housekeeper, and then go back and prepare with the child. You don't have to worry about food and clothes on the way, it's all covered by the house."

"Is there anything else?"

After finishing the business, Feng Yong saw that Ding Er hadn't got up yet, he looked embarrassed, hesitated to speak, and even put some grass in his mouth to continue chewing, he couldn't help asking curiously.

"Going back to the Lord's house, that's how it is. Apart from Niuwa, there are several other houses that also have the same meaning. But they dare not come over to say something, so they have to ask the villain to come over and tell a message." Ding Er said, turning around Turning his head, he glanced at the few people who were secretly watching here from a distance.

I finally didn't feed all of my kindness to the dogs.

Feng Yong sighed, and his tense mood finally relaxed a little: "That's it. Anyone who is willing to go with him, go and tell the housekeeper, and I will see which one is suitable, and I will pick a few more."

"Hey! Okay, okay." Ding Er stood up and nodded repeatedly, "Then master, you continue to bask in the sun, and the villain will not bother you."

Neuropathy! Who would specially run under the shade of willows to bask in the sun?

Putting his mind down, Feng Yong picked up the fishing rod beside him, ready to put on the bait and catch some fish. It seems that I haven't come here to fish for a long time. I don't know if the fish nest that was carefully raised before is still there?

"Brother Feng is so comfortable!"

As soon as he threw the fishing line out, Li Yi's voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, why did Brother Wenxuan come here?"

Feng Yong turned his head and said hello.

Anyway, I am quite familiar with this guy, and we will meet often in the future, so there is no need to salute so much.

Li Yi didn't see him either, he walked over and sat down, looking very chic.

"I went out of the city today to send someone to Hanzhong. I came over from the official road. I didn't expect to see Brother Feng fishing here from a distance, so I came over to say hello."

Li Yi pointed to the carriage being driven to the village by a servant, and explained.

"It's a coincidence. But I don't know who it is?"

It is estimated that the Li family has also been awarded a lot of land in Hanzhong. These days, I heard that many people have already got the eight ox plows. Now people have rushed to Hanzhong one after another, and the Li family must be the same.

"Clan brother Li Qiu."

This name is a bit familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, I really can't remember where this name appeared in the Three Kingdoms.

In the end, Feng Yong could only say "Oh": "I see, he must be a talented person."

"In today's Han Dynasty, there are not many people who dare to call the word "talented" in front of Brother Feng, right?" Li Yi shook his head and said with a smile, "After all, Brother Feng is the only one who can get the prime minister to praise him as a 'young hero'. "

"That's the prime minister's absurd praise, it can't be taken seriously."

Feng Yong waved his hand. He was obviously comfortable being flattered, but he still had to act modest.

"Whether it is worthy or not is not decided by Brother Feng alone, it is decided by others. If you don't say it before, you can say that it hurts the officials in Nanzhong. With the strategy of Hanzhong, you can go to Nanzhong. The misfortune of man can restore the prosperity of Hanzhong..."

Li Yi leaned over as he spoke, with a look on his face that I understood, and said in a low voice: "The third is that the imperial court leases the captives, which is another income, which can replenish the national treasury and kill three birds with one stone. And so on." Wonderful plan, how many people in the world can think of it?"