Hearing the steward's tone, Silly Daring immediately gave up. He only dared to mutter, "I wonder if it's true?"
The steward immediately shouted: "You are blind! I am a member of the young master. Does the young master know? That is your majesty's property."
Then he pointed to the soldier next to him: "Did you see it? This is a fierce soldier of the Governor's Mansion. If it weren't true, would he be standing here?"
When the Guizhou leaders saw this momentum and heard these words, some of them believed it on the spot.
That's Your Majesty!
These days, who dares to use His Majesty’s name to deceive?
What's more, there are soldiers from the Dudu's Mansion standing here - in Pingyi County today, besides the people from the Dudu's Mansion, who else dares to hold weapons?
The government wouldn't dare to use the emperor's name as a guise to deceive itself, right?
Besides, if it weren't for the soldiers looking at them with murderous looks on their faces, I'm afraid they would have been swarmed up and snatched away.
"Is this really what the Queen did?"
A woman stood out from the crowd, with a bit of shyness on her face, but there was a sense of magnanimity in her words and deeds.
She looked up at the sign standing next to her and asked in surprise: "You can become a manager if you are an experienced person? And will you get paid?"
"Natural and natural."
After all, the steward was from the Young Mansion, so he certainly had good eyesight. When he saw this woman, he knew that she had learned etiquette at least.
Listening to what she said again, she was still literate?
At that moment, he did not dare to be negligent and said quickly: "If this lady doesn't believe it, you can go and see the notice outside the gate of the Governor's Mansion in the city. This is what the Queen said personally and what Feng Langjun did personally."
"Which Feng Langjun?"
The woman looked dishy, and she must have not had a full meal for a long time, but she was still clean, and she could not resist looking at Mi Zi, and asked politely.
"That's Feng Langjun, the man who made the Eight Ox Plow."
"I don't know."
The woman shook her head.
Before Feng Tubou made the Eight Ox Plow, Nanzhong was already in chaos, and the land could not even be plowed, let alone the Eight Ox Plow.
"Feng Langjun, who offered advice to Dong He and Sun Wu."
"I don't know."
"Feng Langjun who asked the rebel army to go to Hanzhong to farm to atone for their sins."
"never heard of that."
"Captain Li's son recognized Feng Langjun as his elder brother..."
"So powerful?"
The woman was finally surprised this time.
No matter how powerful the emperor or the prime minister is, they cannot be seen or touched, but Governor Li can really make people feel it.
Life is indeed hard now, but if it weren't for Governor Li who was guarding the peace here, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to survive.
The person who can be recognized as an elder brother by the sons of Governor Li must be no ordinary person.
In addition, there were people from Governor Li standing nearby, and Feng Langjun was so close to Li Langjun. What was the difference between this matter and Governor Li himself?
A group of people believed it five or six times on the spot.
"How can we be called an expert at spinning and weaving?"
The woman seems to be indeed different from those country women who have never seen the world. At this time, she can still ask such questions.
"On an ordinary loom, if you can weave two pieces of cloth a day, you can be called a skilled hand. When you arrive in Hanzhong, not to mention food and housing, ordinary weavers eat twice a day to keep them full. The stewards eat one more meal at noon, and they eat more than
The steamed pancakes are pretty good.”
The steward was very eloquent, foaming at the mouth as he spoke, and then picked up a spoon and stirred the rice to make the rice smell stronger.
"There are four sets of clothes to change throughout the year, one set for each quarter."
The words in charge are like the temptation of the devil, coupled with the rich rice fragrance, it immediately makes people red-eyed.
"But, I still have children at home..."
The woman's heart was also pounding, and her face was a little red. It seemed that she also felt that her request was too much.
"It doesn't matter, Feng Langjun of Hanzhong is a young hero that even the prime minister praised!"
The steward quickly said, "Anyone who has children at home can bring them with them. There are people in the textile workshop who specialize in looking after children. On weekdays, when you go to work, the children in the workshop will gather together and have someone to look after them. If you are at work,
If you perform well in the workshop, someone will teach you how to read."
"Teaching literacy?"
The woman's eyes suddenly widened and she said excitedly, "Is this true?"
"That's all you have to do is perform well."
"The performance must be good, the performance must be good!"
The woman nodded repeatedly. Although she was literate, she was not very literate.
And just because she is literate, she knows that literacy is not an easy task.
As a woman, even if she was willing to teach, even if she didn't use paper, where would she find pens, ink, knives, bamboo slips and other items? These are not a small expense.
Not to mention that even eating is now a problem.
“May I ask how to get to Hanzhong?”
The woman no longer wants to explore whether this matter is true, or in other words, even if it is not true, there is no worse situation than now.
Men may be better off, but as a woman, especially in the dark, reality is no different from nightmares.
"Come on, come on! This is a contract. Does this lady want to hear the contents?"
The steward finally received the first order, and he was so excited that he quickly took out the drafted contract.
"I believe in the queen."
The woman's words were very clever. Since it was in the name of the queen, she thought that the mistress of the world would not deceive herself.
"Well, it's grand. It's really grander than a man's."
The steward held out his thumb and said, "This lady, all you need to do is press your fingerprints here. If there are other people in the family, please tell me clearly."
…
In the past, most of the older or less handsome women would stay outside the city, either looking for wild vegetables or eating tree bark to wrap their bellies, except for the occasional rice millet eaten by the government.
The somewhat pretty girls stayed in certain specific places in the city, walking around from time to time, looking around with pleading and hopeful eyes, as if they were waiting for something.
A young girl mixed in with a swaddled baby.
Although the clothes on her body are old and have small holes in some places, they are still much cleaner than those around her, and it can be seen that the original fabric is of good quality that few people can afford.
In addition, although she was down and out, she was still standing there with shyness and a bit of a boudoir's temperament in her brows, and she still looked like she was not used to this situation.
It can be seen that she originally had a good family.
A man with a wretched face came over, looked up and down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked: "How about half a steamed cake?"
The young girl took a step back with some fear, glanced at the man, endured the fear and nausea, and shook her head slightly: "One."
"I said, you bitch, the price you ask is too high, isn't it?"
The man smiled disdainfully, and sprayed the stench from his mouth directly at the girl, making her almost vomit, "Half is already a lot. For other people, at least it's worth two nights, but you are better, you actually want to stand up to four others in one night
night?"
Maybe the man's bad breath had reached the baby in the girl's arms, or maybe the baby was hungry and cried out loud right away.
The girl quickly coaxed the child, but the child couldn't stop crying and kept burrowing his head into her arms.
She understood that the child was hungry.
But she was hungry all the time, where did she get the idea?
He glanced at the man, tears finally fell from his eyes, and nodded, "Half, but you have to give me two more mouthfuls of millet."
The man showed a victorious smile and nodded: "That's okay,"
Then he pretended to sigh, "Who told me to be kind-hearted?"