After running around for more than ten days, Feng Yong returned to Zhuangzi. After eating something hastily, he left everything to the housekeeper and just fell asleep.
I woke up a few times in the middle, only to feel that my whole body was sore and soft, and I didn't want to move, so I turned over and went back to sleep.
Finally, it was Amei who woke me up.
"What time is it?"
Feng Yong closed his eyes and let Amei help him dress and wash his face carefully.
"It's time to go back to the master's house."
"Why is it still Shen Shi?"
I remember it was Shenshi when I returned to the village yesterday.
"It's the application time on the second day."
"Oh, I slept for so long?"
"Yes, it's almost time to open the village, so Uncle Zhao asked the maid to wake up the master."
After Feng Yong went to Hanzhong, Fengzhuang began to seal the village and no longer entertained guests.
Now that the owner comes back, it is natural to reopen the village. In fact, it is just a simple ceremony, just remove the stakes blocking the entrance of the village and that's it.
What is important is the banquet placed on Zhuangzi's sunba.
Everyone in the village, as well as the tribe brought back by the master's family, came to eat and eat with all their heart.
If you can't finish it, take it home.
There is no shortage of money and food in the house!
According to the butler, the village has been dull for too long, and it's time to cheer everyone up.
The master has been away from the village for more than a year, and there has been no accident in the village. It is also the credit of everyone, and it is appropriate to reward him.
Another more important meaning is to let the people on Zhuangzi meet the tribe brought back by the master's family, and then they will be considered as people on the same Zhuangzi.
The reason is very strong, and Feng Yong has no objections.
Companies in later generations have annual meetings at the end of the year. It seems to be a tradition to enhance relationships and enhance cohesion while eating and drinking.
This is a good tradition,
To maintain.
It seems that it is good to have a good housekeeper, it really saves me a lot of things to worry about.
Although it's not yet dinner time, a lot of people have already gathered on Shaiba.
There was white steam coming out of the simple shed, which served as a temporary cookhouse. The better cooks on the farm were all brought over.
Vegetable washers, meat choppers, and occasionally people could be seen entering the shed carrying half a fan of pork on their backs.
The aroma of meat and steamed buns mix together, making people salivate.
Shaiba is filled with laughter and laughter everywhere.
The happiest ones were the children of Zhuangzi, screaming and running everywhere.
Someone accidentally bumped into a woman carrying water and spilled the water.
Normally, a spanking and scolding would be inevitable, but today is a good day. There can be no spanking, scolding, or crying, so the frightened child was just patted on the head, smiled and told to be careful next time...
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The children who followed their master's family to Hanzhong became the focus of Zhuangzi's many children, and everyone looked at their clothes made of fine fabrics with envy.
Every outfit is exactly the same, so beautiful.
Even when the adults were free, they quietly listened to them talking about the latest news in Hanzhong.
At the same time, I was secretly imagining what it would be like in that endless pasture with countless cattle, sheep, and horses. Oh, you can’t even imagine that, okay?
There are also hundreds of women weaving cloth for the master's family in the tall house every day. How many pieces of cloth must be woven in that day?
And what kind of canteen has someone dedicated to cooking every day?
Where did the child go, where the owner’s family would provide him with food and clothing, so he didn’t have to worry about anything and could just focus on studying?
And there are people who teach martial arts and horse riding...
Even rich families don’t pamper their children so much, right?
What kind of day was that?
I can't think of it, I can't think of it at all...
I thought that the life in Zhuangzi was already the best, but I didn't expect that the master's family still had such a large property in Hanzhong, and the life in Zhuangzi was even better than that in Zhuangzi.
How about next time... I'll mention it to the housekeeper and ask him to ask the master if there are any more children in Hanzhong?
Wei Rong and Fu Qian were sitting on a high ground in Shaiba, watching the children chasing each other and playing with each other from a distance, with envy in their eyes.
"Want to go down and play together?"
A voice came from behind.
The two people hurriedly turned around and saw their husband standing behind them. They quickly called out "Sir" in unison.
Feng Yong sat next to them, pointed down, and asked, "Why don't you go down and join them?"
Fu Qian was more simple-minded and said straightforwardly, "They stopped talking as soon as we got there. They were afraid of us. So senior brother and I can only watch here."
"Would you like to go down and play with them?"
Feng Yong touched Fu Qian's little head and asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
Fu Qian nodded vigorously.
"Do you know why they are afraid to play with you?"
"You know, we are different from them."
"Yes, you are different from them. But look, Niu Wa is also different from them. Why do they still go to Niu Wa?"
Fu Qian's little mind couldn't think about such a profound question, so he could only look at Wei Rong.
"But sir, Niu Wa, their master and mother are all from Zhuangzi..."
Wei Rong hesitated to speak. He couldn't express the meaning of different classes, but he just felt that there were differences among them.
Feng Yong shook his head. He didn't want to explain so many things to the two disciples. "This is just one of the reasons, but not all. Differences are differences, just big and small."
As he said that, he pointed down again, "You should have seen that after Niu Wa and the others came back, the children who stayed in Zhuangzi didn't dare to play with them at first, but what about now?"
"Then sir, why is this?"
Wei Rong asked.
Fu Qian also turned his head and looked over.
Feng Yong smiled and said, "They hang around Niuwa because they think Niuwa is awesome, and Niuwa doesn't feel that he is different from them and is willing to play with them."
"Think about it, if there was someone who was better than you and was willing to play with you, would you like it?"
"I like it!" Fu Qian nodded vigorously, "That's what Mr.
Feng Yong laughed, "I don't have time to play with you."
"But when we were in Hanzhong, didn't my husband often play with us?"
"That's not playing, that's teaching you something."
"Junior brother, don't interrupt, let sir finish."
Wei Rong pressed Fu Qian's hand.
"Oh, sir, please continue."
"Okay." Feng Yong nodded, "As long as you are better than them and willing to play with them, they will admire you and listen to you in everything."
He paused for a moment, looked at the two of them, and allowed them some time to accept it, before continuing, "As for the different identities, it's not important. Think about it when you were in Hanzhong School, after class, didn't you also be the same person?