Unexpectedly, her mother could not stand the life of the barbarians and died within a few years. Her status suddenly dropped to щЩш..1a Several times, she almost starved to death.
When Muwuzhe took over as the patriarch, life became a little easier. After all, she was just not favored by the old patriarch and had nothing to do with Muwuzhe.
Later, everyone in the clan took refuge with Feng Langjun, and she lived a slightly better life. It was during these days that her life suddenly became easier, and she could even talk to the clan leader, oh, she can no longer call her clan leader, just
If you can be called captain, you have a chance to compete.
The reason is simple, because she learned to weave faster than others.
As for those tribesmen who looked down on her in the past, they could only watch with envy and drooling eyes as she was able to eat one white flour steamed bun every day.
Feng Yong's statement is that if you can't even learn spinning and weaving, you deserve to starve to death!
"Meisiko, sit down on this loom."
Feng Yong directed Mei Sizi to sit on a loom in the open space of the camp. There were many spindles next to the loom.
This is a loom that is slightly different from the past. Inspired by the improvement of the spinning wheel, Feng Yong also made some improvements to the loom, and the effect is not bad, at least judging from the effect that the Wei family used before she left.
Look, it's very good.
Mei Sizi sat on the loom as instructed, feeling very nervous.
Because she knows that whether she can continue to live a good life in the future depends on her performance today.
Those days in the past, to her now, were simply worse than life. If she were really allowed to go back to the past, it would be better to kill her directly.
Behind her, there were ten spinning wheels, and some wool was placed next to each spinning wheel.
"You guys, sit down too."
The ten selected Qiang girls also followed the instructions and sat in front of the spinning wheel.
Spinning thread is much simpler than weaving. In Feng Yong's opinion, even if Zhao Guang goes to school, he can learn to spin thread.
It's a pity that only the farming people have pointed out this talent.
In the eyes of the Qiang women, spinning thread is far more difficult than herding sheep.
There is only one shuttle hanging on the spinning wheel. There is no way. Currently, they can only spin one spindle at a time. Only a skilled hand like Wei's mother can use three at a time. As for Amei, she can barely use two.
"Have you learned it in the past few days?" Feng Yong clapped his hands to attract their attention, "Look! See the house over there. Anyone who can do this job well can live in it and eat steamed buns every day.
Otherwise, go back and sleep with the cattle and sheep, and eat millet."
This time, not only the Hu girls, but also Zhao Guang and others who were watching the popularity were surprised.
The house built there was built with earthen walls. To be blunt, it was better than the thatched house that Feng Yong and others live in today.
Feng Yongyong ignored the surprised expressions of Zhao Guang and others and said directly: "Okay, let's get started."
Then the spinning wheels and looms began to hum and rotate, and the Qiang women stepped on the pedals with some nervousness, and started to move according to the usual exercises with their hands.
This is the first batch of finalized equipment made after improving the spinning wheel of the loom. Today is the first large-scale formal demonstration.
In order to allow everyone to see clearly, Feng Yong decided to let these Qiang women operate in the open space of the camp.
"Brother, do you really want them to live in such a good house?"
While waiting for their final results, Zhao Guang couldn't help but approached and asked.
"Okay? Why don't I feel so good?"
Feng Yong said casually.
"It didn't look so good in the past, but brother, now I still live in these houses, but let them live in a better place than us. Isn't it excessive?"
Zhao Guang pointed to the thatched house.
"What happened? We haven't always lived in it."
Remembering that his brother had said that he would move to the city this winter, Zhao Guang asked with a bitter look on his face: "It's getting colder and colder these days. I feel that the draft in this thatched house is getting worse. Brother, when will we move?"
In the city?”
"I'm not going to the city anymore." Feng Yong said without looking back.
After what happened with Wei Yan, how could Feng Yong still be in the mood to go to the city? Looking at that old man's face every day?
"Then where should I stay during the winter?"
Zhao Guang seemed to have expected Feng Yong to say this, and pointed to the busy scene outside the camp, with a happy look on his face.
There were people moving bricks and tiles out of the kilns, building walls, and Han craftsmen pointing.
A few days after General Wei sent hundreds of people over, he also rushed back from Yang'anguan with his craftsmen. His brother became very busy, giving instructions to the craftsmen on their work every day.
Later, my brother asked people to dig trenches outside the camp, and the kiln for burning bricks and tiles also changed from the intermittent fire in the past, and actually started to smoke every day.
Later, the place gradually started to look like a house, and only then did Zhao Guang know what his brother wanted to do.
It's just that his brother has been busy and sometimes he's not in a good mood, so he doesn't have the chance to ask for clarification. Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, he can finally ask for clarification.
"Yes," Feng Yong nodded, "make a big courtyard and let everyone live together in it, so we can get closer."
Anyway, they are all his brothers, even Li Yi. After the incident of standing behind him despite Wei Yan's pressure, Feng Yong also regarded him as one of his own.
As for Guan Ji, ahem, no big deal, just separate a small courtyard inside, no big deal.
"That's a rare good house!" Zhao Guang's eyes flashed, "It's all made of bricks and tiles? This is a big job. Isn't it like a city wall?"
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and was speechless.
This country bumpkin has never seen the world!
What kind of big job is it to build a large courtyard with about ten rooms?
As for the hundreds of Hu prisoners of war, are they all freeloaders?
Originally, when Feng Yong first came here, he had already had several kilns built. Except for one for burning lime, the rest were all for burning bricks and tiles. A lot of bricks and tiles were saved intermittently.
The original plan was to build a house in spring, but suddenly there were so many people, and they were consuming food every day. Feng Yong felt distressed, and he didn't want to get too close to that old man Wei, so he just asked people to dig the foundation and build the house.
Anyway, there are craftsmen brought back by Zhao Guang, who can be regarded as senior technicians of this era, so everything goes very smoothly.
It’s not that bricks and tiles were not used to build houses at this time, but the mainstream was still wood.
Although bricks and tiles have a long history, building a house with bricks and tiles is considered a big deal.
But there are so many people under Feng Yong who can’t stand it!
Although there wasn't much work at this time, but if there was no work to do, people had to eat, right? It really made Feng Yong's body hurt.
Why was it so common to kill prisoners in ancient times? Isn’t it because surrendering prisoners not only required people to watch, but also consumed food in vain?
At the beginning, these Di people had some other ideas, but after a few days, they found that as long as they worked hard, they could eat every day. This was even better than when they were not prisoners!
Why do they like to go out to grab a handful before winter? Isn’t it just to get something to celebrate the New Year?
If you don't prepare enough supplies, spending the winter will be like passing through the gates of hell. Some people will freeze to death, and some will starve to death.
But here, it's completely different. Although I eat millet every day, sometimes mixed with some bran, I can still fill my stomach and have a place to sleep.
The only drawback is that there is no freedom and I am forced to work every day.
But for being able to eat and not freeze to death, the shortcomings can be tolerated.
Of course, not everyone thought that way, and those noble heads certainly didn't think so, so they died, either beaten to death or hacked to death.
No matter if they die, if they all die, no one will let them go against the will of the Han people anymore.
Naturally, Feng Tubao did not understand the thoughts of these barbarians. All he wanted was for these barbarians to be obedient.
