Having just grown up from a little luoli to a girl, Zhang Ji's cautiousness was really not enough in the face of cruel facts, so she felt the deep malice in this world.
I saw her stamping her feet bitterly and shouting: "Go, prepare pen and ink for me."
"Madam, do you want to practice calligraphy?"
The maid said as she spread out the paper.
"What words do you learn?"
Zhang Ji snorted, "I want to write a letter. I don't have enough winter clothes. I want to write to Hanzhong and ask Mr. Feng to make me some more clothes."
As he said this, he looked at his body and regretted that he was not tall enough. Otherwise, how great would it be if he could travel far away like Sister Guan?
The maid was stunned when she heard this, and looked at the bright sun outside.
This is the hottest time in Sichuan. The lady is thinking about what clothes to wear in winter.
When Jiang Wan arrived in Nanxiang, he felt a little reluctant to miss Shu. Anyway, he stayed there for more than ten days and had no intention of leaving.
Probably when he first came here, the cement road shocked him so much. In the first few days, he spent time at the construction site from morning to night, and even mixed cement and applied mud himself... every day.
He came back covered in mud.
One time, Feng Yong went to supervise the work and saw a guy clumsily smearing the cement into uneven spots. He almost would have whipped him - if he hadn't seen that his clothes were different from those of his servants.
Later, rather than working as free labor on Feng Yong's construction site for a few days, Jiang Wan was more likely to make trouble for a few days, until he lost interest and then stopped.
Then he started to run to the textile workshop. He stood behind the woman for most of the day and watched people spinning and weaving. I didn't know what he was looking at - the drawings of the spinning wheel and loom had been sent to Jincheng. Feng
Yongke can’t believe that Old Demon Zhuge didn’t do it.
Even during rest time, he would not spare those poor women. He would stand on the side of the road and stop them, saying that everyone could do their chores for a long time.
At the beginning, he was regarded as a protégé by Deng Si. If he hadn't been met by Lu Laozu, who happened to come to see Deng Si, this guy would have been beaten all over his head by a group of women.
The women in the textile workshops and pastures have already developed a high degree of organizational discipline under Feng Tibi's intentional and unintentional training. As long as there is a leader around, they will be more courageous than the men outside when they shout.
Later, Feng Yong really had no choice but to find Li Mu. He pointed at the curious baby Jiang Wan from a distance and said impatiently, "Look clearly, that guy with the beard, yes, that's the one with the eyebrows and the eyes."
Yes, he goes around talking to women like a slut, have you seen that?"
"I saw it. It's just..."
Li Mu said hesitantly, "His demeanor is a bit extraordinary, but he is not as ugly as his brother said..."
"I said he's ugly just because he's ugly," Feng Yong glared and said angrily, "Where are you from?"
"Yes, he does look a bit like a deceiver."
Li Mu said quickly.
Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction and continued, "He is a visitor from the imperial court. Please tell those under you to pay attention."
"Brother, do you want to guard against him?"
Li Mu asked very understandingly.
"What are you doing to prevent him?"
Feng Yong glanced at Li Mu. This woman had a dark heart and always liked to think the worst of people.
"I asked your men to pay attention to him because I asked you to remind them not to offend others. He can answer whatever he asks. Don't be like Deng Si who almost beat him up."
"Brother, aren't you afraid that he will see everything in the workshop?"
Li Mu asked slightly worriedly.
"What are you afraid of? Just let him see it," Feng Yong snorted and laughed, "Can some things be understood just by looking at them?"
Efficient organization and good promotion channels, coupled with strict discipline, and finally a complete system are the guarantees that Nanxiang is different from other places.
Li Mu understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I understand. I have been watching this angel walking around these past few days, and I thought it was the imperial court..."
At this point, he stopped talking, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear.
This woman really fears that the world will not be in chaos.
Feng Yong didn't point it out, "Just understand. Okay, don't think about the things you have and don't have. Do your job well, as long as you don't break the rules and keep you comfortable."
Li Mufu was so happy that he turned around and left, feeling finally at peace.
I heard that the angel came to announce the decree this time, specifically for Feng Langjun.
Nowadays, no one in the spinning workshop or ranch knows that Feng Langjun has been promoted again. He even holds a few blank official letters in his hand, just waiting to see whose name he fills in.
Although these official positions are not big, but looking at the entire Han Dynasty, besides the prime minister who runs the government and manages affairs, who else has such rights?
It's just that Li Mu came from a wealthy family. When he saw Jiang Wan running around and asking people around, he immediately remembered some of the methods of the superiors and thought that the Prime Minister had done something to Feng Langjun.
Suspicious, I was so frightened that I almost lost two of my three souls in the past few days.
The Han Dynasty prime minister almost destroyed his family with the flip of his palm. As a result, she was sent to Hanzhong to be used as a pawn and suffered all the humiliation. Such methods really left a shadow in her heart.
Deng Si almost led a group of women to beat Jiang Wan, but in fact, she may not have meant it.
Now that I heard what Feng Yong said, I felt relieved and my steps became more relaxed.
Feng Langjun is still the same Feng Langjun who is valued by the Prime Minister. Even as his official position gets bigger and bigger, his guarantee will become more and more powerful.
As for why Feng Yong didn't like Jiang Wan - what if someone interfered with the normal order in his factory all day long, and even didn't let him go when he came back at night, insisting on asking him questions.
Anyone would be annoyed.
I said a few words behind my back because I am not a narrow-minded person.
Otherwise, if it were anyone else, who would be willing to let others see their property casually?
Jiang Wan visited the textile workshop for a few days, and then went to the ranch to see...
In the end, even the servants who took the pig dung for retting had to follow him to see it, because they didn't mind the smell.
Just like that, Jiang Wan was gone in Nanxiang for a long time.
At this time, a little girl who had just grown up officially included him in her prey list.
Of course, he didn't know this.
At this time, he was sitting in his seat, watching helplessly as Jiang Wan picked up the bowl, took a sip of the porridge mixed with millet and rice, and then picked up the cut chicken cake and brought it to his mouth.
Chew it carefully.
With such an expression of enjoyment, I thought I was eating some delicacies from the mountains and seas.
"Jincheng once said that Fengzhuang's food is excellent. Now I know that the rumors are true. Madam Amei, could you please give me more pickled vegetables?"
After hearing this, Amei quickly picked up some pickles from the large basin specially used for pickles and placed them in front of Jiang Wan.
"This morning, drinking porridge and eating some pickled vegetables is really a rare and delicious meal."
Jiang Wan praised, "Feng Langjun is indeed a good eater. Even this pickled cabbage is much more delicious than elsewhere."
Of course, other people's pickles may go rotten if they don't even follow the most basic hygiene.
What's different from me is pickled cattail, which is to pick the rhizomes that are half-tender and half-old, which are most suitable for eating. I wash and peel the skin, then cut them into medium-sized pieces, and finally start pickling them.
Where Feng Yong lives, there has never been a rule of eating without speaking.
Jiang Wan adapted quickly, especially during dinner, when Feng Yong didn't want to talk even if he didn't want to, because Jiang Wan always had many weird questions to ask him.
"Jiang Angel, you have stayed here for so long, when do you plan to return to Jincheng?"
"You've only been here for a few days, and you already want to drive people away?"
Jiang Wan glanced at Feng Yong, "How can you bear to let me rush out on such a hot day? Why are you so heartless? Madam Amei, give me some more pickled cabbage."
"You can't eat too much fermented vegetables, it's better to eat more chicken pancakes..."
Seeing that Jiang Wan, who was already quite old, was having such a good conversation, Feng Yong quickly tried to dissuade him. However, as soon as he said the words, he immediately remembered the topic just now. Only then did he realize that he had been diverted by the old man again, and he quickly changed the topic forcibly.
Come back.
"No, Angel Jiang, how many days have you stayed? There have been more than twenty days in less than a month. Nanxiang is not the only place in Hanzhong. You see, Hanzhong is not what it used to be. It has changed a lot. You are old
You should also look elsewhere.”
"Just eat the pickled cabbage," Jiang Wan didn't even look at Feng Yong. "This bite of pickled cabbage will stimulate the spleen and stomach. I don't like eating in this hot weather. Eat more pickled cabbage to eat more."
But he didn't mention at all that Feng Yong asked him to leave Nanxiang and go see other places.
"Okay, you eat."
Feng Yong didn't have any good ideas for a court angel who was old enough to be his father.
"Where are the angels going to see today?"
"Today I went to see Wu Ming castrate a dolphin."
As soon as he mentioned something related to Nanxiang, Jiang Wan replied, "By the way, it's okay for you to ask Wu Ming to operate on a chicken, but now you ask him to practice with a dolphin. This dolphin is a big animal and will kill more than a dozen dolphins."
?You don’t feel bad?”
"Why do you feel bad? If you die, throw it into the canteen and use it to make some meat. Consider it a reward for the weavers."
Feng Yong said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of if a dozen dolphins die? I'm already prepared for dozens of dolphins to die."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wan again with a strange look. The angel sent by the imperial court did not do any business, but just followed others and watched them work every day. I don't know what he was thinking.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan also looked at Feng Tubao strangely, "When I came to Nanxiang, I realized that there is something weird here. Everything is different from other places. As an angel, I have to figure it out. Otherwise, how can I tell your Majesty and the Prime Minister?"
Payback?"
The two people, who both regarded the other as a weirdo, looked at each other and looked away.
"Doctor Wu, how are the chickens you castrated two days ago?"
Although Dr. Wu's real name is Ming, he is not at all clueless and is rather stupid.
He is one of Fan A's nominal disciples.
I just heard that I don’t have much talent, and I haven’t learned how to heal people after studying for a long time.
However, he has a self-taught craft, which is caponing and caprating pigs.
That's right, self-taught.
He was the jailer who detained Hua Tuo back then, and his surname was Wu.
Before Hua Tuo died, he wrote a book about what he had learned throughout his life and gave it to the jailer named Wu.
Unexpectedly, Jailer Wu's wife burned the medical book and scolded Jailer Wu, saying that Hua Tuo caused great disaster because of his superb medical skills, so this book was also the source of the disaster.
In the end, Jailer Wu snatched out only the last few pages of the medical book from the fire - the medical skills for treating people were burned, leaving only the methods for operating on chickens, pigs and other poultry and livestock.
But I have to say that women can really be prophets sometimes.
After Hua Tuo's death, his disciples fled in all directions. In order to gain credit, Jailer Wu's former colleagues finally revealed that Jailer Wu had secretly hidden Hua Tuo's medical books.
Anyway, Warder Wu took good care of Hua Tuo at that time. Because Li Dangzhi felt that Hua Tuo was kind to his master, he immediately dragged him away - and this time he ran to Nanzhong.
Although Li Dangzhi and Fan A were not interested in these pages of medical books, they were given to him by their master. Fan A then gave him a nominal discipleship.
It's just that he doesn't have the same foundation as Li Dangzhi and Fan A. Plus he's old, how can he learn medical skills?
I usually only read a few pages of medical books and practice with some poultry, going back and forth. I haven't mastered the medical skills, but I am proficient in operating on chickens.
This skill of operating on chickens has become his own family skill...
It's just that pigs are considered large animals, and they rarely have the opportunity to practice, so they are not very skilled.
Fan A sent all his talented and potential disciples back to Nanzhong, and of course Feng Tubao didn't know.
In order to cope with Feng Tubao's request, Fan A pushed out the stupidest disciple - after all, Wu Ming had also been a jailer, so he might not be able to deal with these official affairs.
Unexpectedly, after Feng Tibi and Wu Ming chatted, they suddenly felt sorry for each other!
Capon and pig, that is a good craft!
Feng Yong has long wanted to find someone who knows this craft. Unfortunately, these days, disinfection technology is not good enough. If he castrates chickens and pigs hastily, he will most likely die.
Poultry and livestock are precious resources, who would bother to do this?
Now that I learned that Wu Ming could do this, I was overjoyed!
Chickens and pigs are castrated so they can be fattened!
Besides, there are no castrated pigs, so the pig smell is just too bad!
Anyway, Feng Yong seldom eats.
Although it is rare to eat meat these days, no one would dislike it. When Zhao Guang and others saw that Feng Tubou disliked pork, they only thought that he was a picky person from the mountain gate. They did not doubt it, but they did not know that he
I can't smell that pig smell.
Now that Feng Tibi found out that someone under his command knew how to castrate chickens and pigs, and he was a big farmer, he couldn't hold himself back, so he immediately asked Wu Ming to take over.
He even patted his chest and promised Wu Ming that as long as he did his job well, he would have his share of the official titles he had!
Wu Ming knew that his medical skills were not good, and he originally thought that he would be punished for being pushed out as a shield. But God opened his eyes, and those few pages of medical skills turned out to be his life-saving straw!
I was so happy that I almost fainted.
When he came back and said this to his master, Fan A's eyes almost dropped.
Not to mention those senior fellow apprentices and nephews, they are really drooling with envy.
No matter how small an official is, he is still an official!
From untouchables to officials, if they don't have anyone to support them, they probably won't have a chance to climb up even if they spend two more lifetimes.
This Wu Ming really has great virtues from his ancestors!
