"Stop, why are you running? Come back!" Feng Yong shouted to Yaomei who had slipped to the door.
Yaomei walked back slowly, with her head lowered and her hands twisting her clothes, as if she had done something wrong.
I didn’t say anything. What’s wrong with you looking like this?
He was already in a bad mood, and the hot weather made him even more irritable. But when he saw Yaomei's appearance, Feng Yong smiled: "Why are you panic? I won't eat you!"
Yaomei raised her head timidly, then quickly lowered her head.
"Go, bring me my fishing pole and let me go fishing."
"Master, it's almost time to eat. Why don't you go out if you don't want to eat?" Yaomei summoned up the courage to ask.
Since the family's chicken raising business started to get on the right track, Feng Yong changed the family's two meals a day to three meals a day. Anyway, there were not many people in the family, and the food was enough, so the housekeeper silently calculated the accounts and
Didn't say anything.
Eating three times a day is something only wealthy people do, and the house also eats three times a day. The main family just eats enough to support themselves. The villagers are quietly spreading the gossip, but Feng Yong said
Who can control me?
"If you're not in the mood, why don't you go and eat whatever you want?"
After waiting for most of the day, the person he was waiting for never came. Feng Yong stretched himself, decided not to wait any longer, and took Yaomei straight to his fishing spot.
"It's better to come out!" Feng Yong sighed as he lay on the grass by the river, with his head in the willow shade, feeling a damp and cool feeling coming from the river.
Yaomei worked hard to put on the bait, then put out the fishing line, and said to Feng Yong: "Master, it's too hot now, there is no fish to eat."
Feng Yong curled his lips, too lazy to talk to this stupid, uneducated maid.
The fun of fishing for educated people is to catch fish, not to fish. Even if I told her, she wouldn't understand.
There are two completely different worlds under the willow shade and outside the willow shade. Feng Yong was a little confused by the wind. He turned over and told Yaomei: "Go and drive away the cicadas on the tree. They are making noisy people and can't sleep."
Sleep."
I was worried all night and didn't sleep well last night, and I sat and waited for a long time this morning. Zhao Guang, who usually comes to eat and drink almost on time, did not show up today, which made Feng Yong a little disappointed, but he felt that it was expected.
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After all, he had offended the Guan family severely, and he was probably in a dilemma, so he had no choice but to hide at home and not go out to avoid embarrassment.
Feng Yong was exhausted both physically and mentally, and now he finally felt a little sleepy. Feng Yong planned to lie down under a tree and sleep for the whole day.
"The world is like a chess game and everyone is like a child. Who is holding the child..."
After Yaomei finally managed to drive away the cicadas on the nearby trees, and when Feng Yonggang closed his eyes and wanted to have a good sleep, singing sounded again not far away.
The song was distant and had an ancient charm, but in the ears of the sleepy Feng Yong, there was a noise that was harsher than the sound of cicadas.
Who the hell is this? Do you still have any sense of fairness if you disturb others during nap time?
The singing was getting louder and louder, and it sounded like the person was coming from the Jincheng official road and passing by Fengzhuang. Feng Yong covered his ears impatiently, hoping that the lunatic singing on the road under the sun in broad daylight would leave quickly.
go.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the singing not only did not disappear as the pedestrians walked away as expected, but instead became clearer and clearer, and even felt like it was close at hand.
"Master, Junjun, that man is here." Yaomei shouted in a panic.
Stirring your nose and face?
Feng Yong sat up and took a look. Sure enough, the singer not far away had already left the official road and was walking in his direction. After walking a few more steps, he could finally see the appearance of the person. He was about forty years old.
His steps were frivolous, and the crown on his head was tilted, and it looked like it was about to fall off at any time. He did not try to straighten it, but instead held a big wine gourd in his arms like a treasure, and took a sip from time to time.
The coat was half unbuttoned, and there were a lot of wine stains on the chest.
This is totally an alcoholic!
"It's a hot summer day, it's really hot. I feel so comfortable, little friend. Do you mind if I take a rest here for a while?" The visitor had a drunken blush on his face. After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Feng Yongtong disagreed or not, and just said
Half smoked and half drunk, he sat down about three feet away from Feng Yong.
If I say I mind, will you just leave?
Feng Yong's nose moved, and the smell of expired vinegar rushed straight into his nostrils, and he moved away calmly.
"Young gentleman, do you think I'm disheveled?" The visitor looked at Feng Yong with drunken eyes, burped, and smelled the smell of sour wine from a distance.
To say you are disheveled is to flatter you. You are simply slovenly, okay?
"Sir, he is a famous and elegant man. This is not because he is disheveled, but because he is uninhibited. I think he is also a person who does not stick to the world."
It's disgusting, but you still have to be flattered. These days, those who can hold the title are basically officials, and for this official, it's okay to drink during the ban on alcohol. After all, you can still get alcohol as long as you have a way, but
Even before Liu Bei was buried, you, as an official, were running around the world drunk and crazy. Feng Yong could only say: rbq, rbq.
The visitor laughed, pointed at Feng Yong and said: "You are indeed a clever man who seduces Feng Langjun. I can't blame even a person like Zhuge Kongming for being fooled by you."
This one kills with a thousand cuts!
Feng Yongdeng suddenly changed his color and his eyes widened: "Why are you so humiliating, noble man?"
Yesterday, Feng Yong was not worried at all when he heard the 14th Lang scolding him like this. But now that he heard this guy say the same thing, Feng Yong wanted to push the drunkard directly to the bottom of the river so that he would never come up.
Liu Bei defeated Yiling, and almost every family in Shu had filial piety. How many common people had never scolded Liu Bei? But it was useless? These Guizhou leaders who had no rights had never been treated as the same thing. But if they were nobles
It's different when you start scolding, that is to shake the foundation of rule, and even be engraved in the history books. For countless years after your death, your body will be pulled out and whipped from time to time. I asked you if you are afraid?
Why? The reason is very simple, because the nobles have the right to speak. If they say you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't do it, you can do it. If you say you can't do it, you can't do it, and you can't do it.
In the same way, Shishiro is, at best, the steward of the Guan family, but at worst, he is just a servant. Even if he scolds him to death, Feng Yong will not be afraid, because it will not harm his reputation, and you
If you dare to scold me in front of me, I will dare to tease you, and others will have nothing to say.
But if officials who are representatives of the noble clan say such things, then Feng Yong's reputation will be settled. What a clever words, how vicious! From then on, he has been known as a villain who is a gossip, and he can't wash it off.
Lose.
So the hole that Old Demon Zhuge dug is really deep!
The drunk man was not afraid at all. He took a sip of wine as if no one else was around and turned his head without even looking at Feng Yong: "I came here just now and saw you lying peacefully. How can you still be so calm and calm at this time when a disaster is approaching?"
I'm sure, but I think highly of you. It seems that the so-called 'young hero' is just an exaggeration."
Feng Yong was so angry that he was trembling all over. What if he had a brick in his hand? Just hit this guy on the head and destroy the corpse on the spot!
First he said that Feng Yong was a villain, and then he blatantly doubted Zhuge Lao Yao's evaluation - either Feng Yong was not worthy of this evaluation, or Feng Yong told lies. No matter which one it was, Feng Yong's reputation would be stinky forever.
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In this era where reputation is more important than life, people with a little respect would rather commit suicide than live with a bad reputation. Even if Feng Yong is thick-skinned and can live with a bad reputation, he will definitely live an extremely miserable life.
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The most typical example is Liu Bei.
Liu Bei's reputation as a benevolent man was indispensable for his success in the Shu Han Dynasty. Although his enemies all said that he was hypocritical, as long as he had a good reputation, how could he be hypocritical? Liu Bei said that he was willing to remain hypocritical for the rest of his life!
"The noble man has such a arrogant tone and doesn't know his surname?"
Hold on, hold on...
Feng Yong secretly warned himself to find out the details of the enemy first and not to be impulsive - if it is a less important role, let's see how I kill him! The reputation of a bad person is like killing his parents!
