"What did you say you did wrong? Ah? How dare you cut down Feng Langjun's tree! Look how I will beat you to death!"
"Uncle, this is a wild tree on the mountain, not from Feng Langjun's family!"
Lu Laoliu felt extremely aggrieved.
"You fart! Whatever Feng Langjun likes, it belongs to him!"
Whatever Feng Langjun likes must be good.
If you give it to others, it’s a waste!
Feng Langjun can even do tricks with urine and feces, who else has such ability?
So Mr. Lu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said at all.
After following the master’s family for so long, this is the truth I have concluded.
After living for most of his life, he felt that the most correct thing he had done was to take the family members of his dead brothers and those crippled brothers who were still alive to seek refuge with Feng Langjun.
none of them!
Anyway, he felt that his life was worth it.
Before she came out, Si Niang was already pregnant. I heard from the doctor in the workshop that she had just been pregnant for more than two months - I finally had a child again!
I remember that one of my eyes was missing, my body was injured, and I was getting older, so I was finally able to get off the battlefield.
When I returned to my hometown, I realized that all my family members had been separated in the chaos in Nanzhong.
In this era, if a family member is separated, it can only be regarded as if they are all dead.
At that time, Old Soldier Lu regarded himself as a dead person. Sooner or later, he would either die of illness or starve to death, and in the end he would be afraid that his body would be fed to wild beasts on the roadside.
How dare you think that you can have another girl to warm your bed?
Will this girl even give birth to a child for herself in the future?
The host family also established a medical hall specifically for women to deliver babies in Nanxiang. Not only did the pregnant women receive diagnosis on time, but they also specially arranged a special place for them in the cafeteria.
I heard that the food I eat is different from other people’s food. It can not only nourish the body but also prevent pregnancy.
Mr. Lu had never heard of so many ways to be pregnant.
In a poor family, even if the woman is pregnant, as long as she is not pregnant, who will not go to work in the fields?
Some even gave birth to babies on the ground.
This Nanxiang woman has become a blessing after giving birth to a child.
Therefore, Mr. Lu felt that following such a master in this life was really worth it.
"Uncle, do you really think you married a twenty-year-old girl?"
Lu Laoliu was beaten so hard by his clan uncle that he finally realized that his clan uncle had probably sold all of himself to that Feng Langjun.
After asking later, I found out that Feng Langjun's price included food and clothing, a warm bed for a young girl, and most importantly, incense.
Old Soldier Lu slapped her over again, "That's your aunt!"
Lu Laoliu didn't dare to hide. He glanced at his clan uncle secretly. The scar on his face could scare people to death, not to mention his age. He was old enough to be a girl, right? He could still look at it.
Can you get enough of him?
And judging from Uncle Clan's tone, he picked this out after he picked it over and over again.
He doesn't like the others.
Only a ghost can believe it!
"You deserve it, kid!"
Lu Laoliu walked in front triumphantly, and the two of them were going down the mountain to get oil from Lu Laoliu's house.
"Did I ask you to go and have a look the year before last? You have to stick to this skill. Nowadays, who's family is lucky if they don't just have food?"
"The oil umbrellas and carpentry work are all things that only wealthy families can use, and they are not available every day. What can you do after a year?"
"My current salary for one month can cover your salary for a year. Don't you know that even the prime minister has to ask Feng Langjun about this matter in Nanzhong? Now all the young masters and gentlemen in Jincheng are here
Think of a way to ask Feng Langjun to take them together."
"It's a good thing you kid, I found such a good opportunity for you, but you actually did such a thing. Meeting such a blind thing like you is really a disaster for me..."
Old soldier Lu walked in the front, babbled about his short-sighted nephew.
Lu Laoliu followed behind, responding silently, but the look on his face changed from dark to bright according to Lu Laoliu's words.
"Uncle, you said that Feng Langjun really built a lot of big houses in Hanzhong, and they were all full of girls?"
"Of course. There are all the girls weaving for Feng Langjun. You don't know that when work is over every day, as soon as the door of the workshop opens, there are endless girls coming out of it."
"Tsk tsk... At that time, it was really more beautiful than anything else!" Old Soldier Lu said, remembering something again, "In the beginning, what those old soldiers liked to do most was to squat at the gate of the workshop.
Watching the girl go off to work."
"It was a coincidence that one day the old cripple came to me and told me that he had fallen in love with a woman and insisted on dragging me to help him. It was that time that among so many girls, I caught one eye.
I just fell in love with your aunt."
"She was already a steward in the workshop at the time, and was surrounded by several women. Later she turned her head and smiled at me, and I knew she was mine..."
Lu Laoliu almost drooled after hearing this.
There are so many girls, you can choose at will?
Until he went to bed at night, Lu Laoliu still felt that a large group of young girls were hanging out in front of him.
I heard that the lame old man who was best friends with my uncle actually married a woman who was knowledgeable about books and etiquette!
Isn't that the daughter of a wealthy family?
Thinking about it this way, Lu Laoliu felt more and more regretful about what he had done.
However, his mother-in-law saw the distraught look on his face and thought he was upset because the oil at home had been taken away.
So he kindly comforted, "There has been no work in the past few years, and it is useless to put oil at home. Someone is willing to give money and food in exchange, which is a good thing. And it seems that the boss of the old uncle is also unusually generous, giving such
There are so many things.”
"Yes, yes, Mr. Feng is very generous."
Lu Laoliu felt that these words really spoke to his heart, "I followed my uncle to Hanzhong, and Feng Langjun gave him a pretty girl for free, and now I have my uncle's child in his belly..."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound, and Lu Laoliu's mother-in-law slapped her over, "What are you talking about, a veteran thief! Aren't I younger than you? I'll give it back."
You gave birth to two sons, why didn’t you think of me well! Woo hoo..."
So after Lu Laoliu was beaten by his uncle during the day, he was beaten again by his own mother-in-law at night.
It was extremely hot in Nanzhong in May. My body was covered in sweat and sticky all day long, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.
Even if you take a cold shower, your whole body will start sweating again after a while.
The black dog at the entrance of the courtyard was lying lazily on the ground, its eyes half-open and half-closed, its tongue stretched out and it breathed out.
Suddenly it got excited, got up and turned around to run away.
Then Feng Yong's voice came over, "If you dare to run away, I'll beat you to death!"
Then the dog-beating stick hit the ground with a "tap-tat-tat" sound.
The black dog whimpered and stood still with his tail between his legs.
If it could talk, it would definitely say: If I could do it over again, I would never dare to scream those few times again.
"come over."
Upon hearing the order, the black dog had no choice but to turn around and walk over hesitantly with small steps.
"Come on, come take a shower with me."
"Woo..."
Feng Yong, who bathed the dog eight times throughout the day, finally sighed, "A bath without soap is not a real bath!"
Then he finally let the poor black dog go.
The black dog received amnesty and ran away quickly.
"Come here, bring me the big jar that I soaked in ashes three days ago. Also, bring me the oil that was delivered a few days ago."
Feng Yongyong gave the order to take care of the dog, which had been viciously retaliated for his bitch.
The days of waiting for news about Li Hui were really unbearable. In order to hide the news that Li Hui was not in Pingyi County for a longer period of time, Li Yi did not leave the governor's mansion for several days.
Feng Yong, Zhao Guang and others also tried their best to stay in the yard.
He was extremely bored when he was idle, so Feng Yong had nothing to do so he asked someone to put the ashes left over from the kitchen fire into a jar, then pour in hot water, stir and soak.
I have soaked several of them, the earliest one has been soaked for three days.
No one knew what Feng Yong was going to do, but Zhao Guang and others knew that Feng Yong came to Nanzhong not just for fun.
So when Feng Yong finally started to order his servants to deliver this weird jar to him, Zhao Guang and others quickly followed.
Zhao Guang and others were really surprised when their brother took a chicken and put it in the jar. The chicken floated.
"Brother, you soaked the ashes in water for so many days just to make the eggs float?"
Zhao Guangxin asked bluntly.
Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "If you put enough salt into the water, the chicken can float on the spot. How many days does it take to soak the ashes for a chicken to float in the water?"
"Is there such a thing?"
"If you don't believe me, go try it."
After hearing this, Zhao Guang looked eager to try, but when he saw Feng Yong picking up the eggs and putting them aside, and then began to lift the jar to pour the gray water, he had to suppress his curiosity and continue to try to see Feng clearly.
What to do forever.
The filter made of silk has a good filtering effect. The turbid gray water of vegetation has been filtered out of the residue, and the color is somewhat brown.
Yang Wanwan felt heartbroken when he saw it. That was silk. Even in his family, there were not many clothes made of silk. How could he be ruined like this by his brother?
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, however, didn't care - the dividends in the workshop now made them no longer a shallow-minded young man.
"Brother, why don't you use an iron pot?"
Watching Feng Yong pour the filtered gray water into the clay pot, and then start letting people light a fire underneath, Zhao Guang couldn't help but ask.
Nowadays, no matter where they go, they have to ask their servants to carry Fengzhuang's specialty iron pot.
Without it, I can't eat anything.
The weather was already hot, and with the constant stirring after pouring the tung oil, Feng Yong, who had just finished taking a shower, began to sweat all over his body.
When I heard that Zhao Guang was so energetic and started to squeak again, I immediately threw the stirring stick away and said to him, "Here you go!"
Zhao Guang likes his brother to make novel things the most. When he heard Feng Yong's instructions, he quickly stepped forward and kept stirring like Feng Yong had just done.
While he was still in the mood, he turned around and asked, "Brother, how long are you going to keep stirring like this?"
"Soon, only two or three hours."
Feng Yong squinted his eyes and said casually.
Water and oil are incompatible and require constant stirring so that the saponification reaction will be sufficient.
Otherwise, the products produced by incomplete saponification cannot be used at all.
"Two or three hours is not a difficult task."
Zhao Guangda said carelessly.
Haha, Feng Yong sneered and said nothing.
Regardless of how much effort this stirring requires, if he has to keep stirring for a moment, if it really lasts for two or three hours, he will not be able to raise his hand again.
In addition, it was a hot day and I had to stand by the fire. One hour would make me dizzy, two hours would make me sweat and collapse, and three hours... no one would be able to stand.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Zhao Guang, who was completely unaware of Feng Yong's vicious thoughts, asked in a mood.
"Make soap."
"What is soap?"
"It's the same as the soap locust used for laundry, but this one can also be used to clean the body. Unfortunately, I don't have any spices on hand. It would be better if I had spices."
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"Brother, why do I feel a little tired..."
"It doesn't matter, it's only been an hour."
"My little brother's clothes are soaked..."
"Well, it's okay. The sun is past midday and it won't be so hot after a while."
Feng Yong yawned and said lazily.
Although Feng Yong had long wanted to make soap, he struggled with not having the right raw materials on hand.
Although it is not impossible to use lard, if he really dared to use fat meat and boil it in oil to make such a thing, maybe Old Demon Zhuge would hit him with a stick until he became paralyzed.
For people of this era, fat meat is the most delicious thing.
And the oil made from fat meat is something only rich people can use.
If Feng Yong really dared to use anointing oil to make soap, that would be Hong Guoguo's way of showing off his wealth. It would be a far more powerful way of showing off his wealth than later generations going to the street to help an old man who had fallen down.
It's the kind of death-seeking behavior that will make everyone in the world extremely angry.
As for the flaunting of wealth in later generations, it is not worth mentioning at all.
Old Demon Zhuge knocked him to the point of being paralyzed, and even made countless envious people clap their hands and applaud him, feeling really relieved.
Even now, there are probably many people who covet the things in Feng's house, so they are trying to kill Feng Yong.
It's just that Feng Yong has long known that his foundation is too shallow, and he never wanted to be a solitary person from the beginning, so now he has a large group of people to help him block all kinds of open and covert attacks.
Otherwise, look at Deng Tong and Shi Chong, which one will end well?
It was only before Shi Chong died that he realized that others wanted to kill him because his family was so rich that it rivaled the country and he didn't know how to keep a low profile.
That's why I came up with the exclamation: I am a slave who benefits my family's wealth.
Then he was ridiculed: Knowing that wealth can cause harm, why not get rid of it early?
Let’s look at Tao Zhugong again. He scattered his family wealth three times, but he ended up with a happy ending.
Besides, even if I raised so many pigs in Hanzhong, if I really boiled the lard to make soap, I'm afraid that during the manufacturing process, slaves would secretly stuff the lard into their mouths and eat it.
Is it a joke that the anointing oil is rich?
In this day and age, it is wise to eat enough first.
Feng Yongcai would not be so stupid as to use food as a luxury product.
Those who take useless things and make them into useful things are the true masters.
Eating tung oil can cause poisoning, so using it to make soap will not cause that kind of trouble.
What's more important is that when soap is made, it must be a high-profit luxury product, and Nanzhong is an important producer of tung oil.
I tried my best to let the people of Nanzhong have an extra income. I just made some pocket money at the same time. What's the problem?
Besides, if we want to develop Nanzhong, how can we just grow sugar cane? Of course we need to diversify!