"Oh, Feng Langjun has another news coming from Hanzhong?"
Huang Yueying seemed very interested.
"Yes. I specially sent something to Mrs. Zhang."
Butler Zhao said and handed over the package in his hand.
Huang Yueying reached out and took it. It didn't feel heavy, but it was heavier than clothes.
"Thank you for your hard work, Butler Zhao. It's cold like this. If Butler Zhao still has something to do in the city, you might as well say something and I'll ask my servants to help."
"Thank you for your concern, madam. I came to the city this time just to deliver things to the young lady. There is nothing else."
"Okay then. I'll send someone to take the housekeeper back to the village."
Huang Yueying gave the order directly without giving Butler Zhao a chance to refuse.
Looking back, I saw Zhang Xing looking at the package in his hand eagerly, then smiled and handed it over.
"Thank you, aunt."
Zhang Xing immediately took it and held it tightly in his arms, with a smile on his face.
Huang Yueying shook her head and said with a smile: "Such a precious thing that Feng Langjun sent me. You must have made a request when you wrote to me last time. So I sent it to you this time, right?"
Zhang Xing rolled his big eyes a few times and said with a smile: "This is a secret between my niece and Feng Langjun. Don't talk nonsense."
"How can you, a little person, have any secrets?"
Huang Yueying said a little funny.
Zhang Xing pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "A few days ago, my aunt said that my niece has grown up, but this time she thinks she is too young."
As he said that, he shook his head and ran into the house, leaving behind a string of crisp words: "My niece will go back first to see what Feng Langjun has sent..."
The smile on Huang Yueying's face, who was following behind, slowly dissipated. Looking at Zhang Xing's expression of joy even as he walked, he frowned slightly, revealing a hint of worry and thoughtfulness.
Zhang Xiahou was working as a female hostess in the side room. When she saw her little daughter running in hurriedly, holding something in her arms, she thought something had happened.
"Why is Si Niang in such a hurry? Where is your aunt?"
Zhang Xing put the package on the table with a bang and replied without looking back: "My aunt is behind me."
He was anxiously trying to unpack the package.
"What are you doing? Where did the package come from?"
Zhang Xiahou stood up and was about to step forward to see what was going on, but saw her little daughter was in a hurry and couldn't untie the package. She was sweating profusely.
The fur coat he was wearing was halfway slipped, but Zhang Xing didn't care at all. He had no image of a lady at all. Zhang Xiahou was very dissatisfied and was about to scold him, but he saw that the table fell off.
Letter.
"Where does this letter come from?"
Zhang Xiahou picked up the letter and was about to read it clearly when she heard someone at the door say: "This is something Feng Langjun sent to Siniang from Hanzhong. This letter is also written to Siniang."
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"Feng Langjun?"
Zhang Xiahou was very surprised. Her youngest daughter wrote to Feng Langjun, so she naturally knew about it.
Not only do you know it, but you also know what is actually written in it.
After all, she is Siniang's biological mother. Although her daughter is young now, she must read the letters she writes to other men to prevent her from being ignorant and saying something she shouldn't have said.
In her opinion, most of the letters in the letter were childish words. The only childlike words that asked Feng Langjun to pay attention to his health were written by her.
If it had been anyone else, he would probably have treated that letter as a child's play.
I never thought that Feng Langjun would actually reply to a letter seriously and even send something over.
What's inside this package doesn't look like something for children to play with, does it?
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard my daughter cheering. She finally opened the package, reached out and touched it, and actually took out an object.
"Is it really just something to play with?"
Zhang Xiahou said something like this, somewhat dumbfounded.
What Zhang Xing was holding in his hand was an object carved from wood. Although he couldn't see the exact shape, he could basically see the outline of a little man riding a horse.
"Mom, look, does this little person look like me?"
Zhang Xing ran over as if offering a treasure, held up the toy in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Xiahou.
Zhang Xiahou took a closer look and found the object in Zhang Xing's hand. A little girl who looked like a female general was riding a horse. She held a gun in one hand and controlled the reins in the other hand, pretending to lead an army in a charge.
Looking carefully between the female general's brows and eyes, she did vaguely resemble a little daughter, especially her big eyes, which were very similar.
You can see that a lot of thought was put into it.
It's just that Feng Langjun didn't know what he was thinking. How could he dress his little daughter like this?
Zhang Xing seemed to like this thing very much. He couldn't put it down and turned it over. When he saw a curved board underneath, he immediately put it on the table. With just a light touch, the female general started to move.
Zhang Xing was overjoyed and giggled.
After Huang Yueying sent Zhang Xing back, she said a few words to Zhang Xiahou and then left.
"It seems that Feng Langjun really loves this fourth lady."
Zhang Xiahou sent Huang Yueying away. Seeing that her little daughter was still playing with the wooden figure happily, she shook the letter in her hand and said, "Siniang, do you still want to read Feng Langjun's letter?"
Already?"
"want!"
Zhang Xing suddenly realized that Feng Langjun had not only given him this toy.
Immediately, I ran over quickly, took the letter from my mother's hand, and opened the seal. In addition to the letter paper, there was another letter inside.
"Hey, it seems like this is written for my grandma."
"Written to me?"
Zhang Xiahou was completely unexpected this time. He thought that he had basically no contact with Feng Langjun, so how could he write to him?
She had experienced the world for a long time, and she felt calm in her heart. She was not in a hurry to open it and read it, but asked Zhang Xing to read out the letter Feng Yong wrote to her.
When the younger daughter writes letters to other men, she wants to read them, and when other men write letters to the younger daughter, she naturally also wants to know the contents.
Moreover, asking my daughter to read letters is also a way to learn how to read and write.
Feng Yong regarded Zhang Xing as a little girl, so naturally he wouldn't write anything that shouldn't be written. Basically, it was just some information about Hanzhong. He also said that he gave her an object to play with, which was considered as fulfilling the request in her previous letter.
Only at the end, he also mentioned giving her a set of clothes, which was a woolen sweater that is a specialty of Hanzhong.
"Go and see what the clothes Feng Langjun gave you look like."
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou nodded slightly, thinking that Feng Langjun still knew how to measure.
Zhang Xing hurriedly ran over to look through the package again.
Only then did Zhang Xiahou open the letter Feng Yong wrote to him and read it.
Pants already existed during the Three Kingdoms period, but they were open-crotch pants.
The winter coat that Feng Yong sent over was actually similar to the autumn trousers of later generations, except that it was changed to open crotch according to the current trousers. He also specifically told Zhang Xing to pay attention to wearing a layer of lining on the inside when wearing it.
