Old soldier Lu, who was almost forty years old, looked at the shy woman in front of him with a silly smile on his face, as if the young gentleman had met his sweetheart, Щщш...lā
"Siniang Amei, my master went out a few days ago and brought back a lot of cattle and sheep. Some of them were injured and looked like they couldn't be saved, so they simply killed them for meat."
"I divided two roujiamo buns. Thinking that you haven't eaten mutton for a long time, I asked the chef to bring one filled with mutton for you to try."
With that said, Old Man Lu handed over the meat bun in his hand.
"Lu Lang, I'm eating well. You were injured on the battlefield before and lost a lot of blood. You'd better eat more meat to replenish your body."
Deng Si didn't take Old Man Lu's Roujiamo and pushed it back.
"What's the benefit of eating that millet every day?"
Lu Laozu grabbed Deng Si's hand and stuffed the meat bun directly into her hand.
"My body is fine and I don't need any repairs."
After looking at the weavers on the road who had already entered the canteen, Lu Laozu took Deng Si's hand and refused to let go. He rubbed it a few times, winked and whispered, "You will understand later."
Deng Si's face turned slightly red, but she had grown up among Hu people after all. She was not as shy as a Han woman. Instead, she widened her watery eyes and asked, "Lu Lang, our
Did you tell the Lord about it?"
Lu Laozu then let go of his hand and touched his head, and said, "Not yet. The master just came back yesterday and said he wanted to rest for a few days. But don't worry, Miss Si Niang, the master is kind-hearted and will definitely agree with us.
Marriage."
"My lord is naturally kind-hearted, but even though I am registered as a concubine, I have signed a five-year contract, and after all, I am a barbarian girl. I don't know if my lord will let you marry me."
Whenever he talks about this matter, Deng Si always looks worried.
She has been discriminated against since she was a child. Although she is considered an enviable figure in front of Hu Nu recently, she still has some inferiority in her heart.
"Don't talk nonsense. Once you register, you are a Han family. How can you still be a Hu girl?"
Lu Laozu retorted, "Don't say this again. If someone hears it, they will laugh. The Lord has already said that you are from the Han family, who dares to say that you are a Hu girl? If anyone dares to say that again, he will be punished directly.
If you twist yourself in front of your master, you won't be able to beat him to death."
"No one said that, it's just what I think in my heart."
Deng Si quickly coaxed, "You'd better find a chance to talk to the master. Otherwise, if the master doesn't nod his head, I will feel uneasy."
"Sure." Old Man Lu nodded, "Come in quickly. Just eat this with the millet. It's very delicious."
"I know."
Deng Si nodded, walked to the door of the cafeteria, and looked back again.
She saw Old Soldier Lu looking at her with saliva, then his face turned red again, and he turned around and disappeared into the cafeteria.
Lu Laozu then smacked his mouth in disappointment and thought to himself, in the future, we still have to find opportunities for Si Niang to eat more meat and make her fatter, otherwise, how many babies can she have with her ass?
I was thinking in my mind as I walked back. I didn't want to turn a corner and see my master squatting on the roadside without any image, looking at me.
"I've seen my lord before, why is my lord here?"
Old soldier Lu quickly stepped forward to salute.
Feng Yong had no expression on his face and stared at Old Man Lu for a while, then asked, "How long has it been?"
"How long has it been?"
Old soldier Lu was a little confused.
"Hey," Feng Yong raised his chin and pointed at the canteen, "How long have you been with that Miss Siang girl of yours?"
Lao Lu looked at Feng Yong carefully and asked, "Master, do you know everything?"
"I've been squatting here for almost half an hour, what do you think?"
Feng Yong looked around at Old Man Lu, the curious expression on his face could no longer be hidden, "You two really see eye to eye?"
It shouldn’t be!
How could Deng Si, a young man in his prime years...well, a young woman like such a veteran ruffian?
Lao Lu was a little embarrassed, "I really saw him right."
As he said that, he glanced at Feng Yong carefully, "I originally wanted to find an opportunity to tell the Lord, but I never thought that the Lord would see it first. I didn't mean to hide it from the Lord."
Feng Yong waved his hand, "I don't care about this kind of thing as long as the two of them see each other in the right eye. But there is a prerequisite. You must not force it. Those female weavers are all pitiful people."
"If anyone dares to resort to shady means, break three legs and then throw them out of Nanxiang County, do you understand?"
When there are too many people, security problems will definitely arise.
Feng Yong was not in the mood to formulate any public security regulations. Those female weavers were the support of the textile workshops. Anyone who made life difficult for them was to prevent them from making money. Such people should be beaten to death directly.
"I understand, I understand. My Lord is kind-hearted, who doesn't know that?"
Lao Lu grinned, "Don't worry, my lord, Si Niang and I just look at each other right. The villain has already told Si Niang that there is nothing shady about this, but she is just worried, so she keeps urging the villain
I need to report to my lord."
Well, this Deng Si, it’s true that I set her up as a role model, her ideological consciousness is very high.
"Tell me," Feng Tibi was very interested in gossiping, "who fell in love with whom first?"
"Of course the villain fell in love with her first. Besides, if the villain didn't fall in love with her first, how could Si Niang dare to be friendly with the villain?"
The nearly forty-year-old man, who had killed countless people on the battlefield, was scratching his head honestly at this moment, "I'm not bragging. In this textile workshop, there are countless women who want to be close to me."
Woolen cloth."
"Stop bragging!"
Feng Tubiao burst out laughing, "How old are you? How old are they? I'd be thankful if one of you fell in love with you. How many more do you want?"
Lao Lu blushed, "Master, what the villain said is not a lie. There are so many women in this textile workshop. Although it is thanks to the kindness of the master, they can survive without men. But
When there is a man in the family, you always have someone to rely on, right?"
"That's the truth."
Feng Yong nodded, "You old soldiers are mostly alone. If there is a woman at home, there won't be no one lighting the stove all day long. But what does this have to do with whether others think highly of you or not?"
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"Why doesn't it matter?"
Lao Lu chuckled, "A woman in a textile workshop wants to get married, but a husband like my master doesn't dare to hope. Apart from me and other old soldiers, are there other men?"
Of course there are, and those captured barbarians...
However, how can it be so easy for those barbarians to get the right to mate?
Unless they can get household registration.
In terms of class, the female weavers under Feng Yong can be regarded as white-collar workers of this era.
Those old soldiers are their preferred target group.
Although they are generally older than them, they know what they want most after experiencing hunger, cold, lack of clothing, and even death.