Although it was the autumn harvest season, the sun was still fierce. Feng Yong held a torch and walked around for a long time under the bright sun. He felt that his clothes were almost soaked and his throat was a little smokey. Once the ceremony was completed,
, people were almost exhausted, rushed to their own exclusive fishing spot, and then lay down and pretended to be dead.
Yaomei is a good girl. Although she is not good at reading and literacy, her hands and feet are very nimble. She had prepared tea under the shade of the tree early. When she saw Feng Yong coming, she enthusiastically handed over a bowl of tea.
Yes, the water temperature is just right.
After downing two large bowls of tea, I finally came back to my senses.
"Go and give a bowl of tea to the housekeeper and the grandpa."
Seeing the housekeeper standing on the ground talking to an old man, the old man seemed familiar. After thinking about it, he might have met him before, but never said hello. He should be from the Li family, so Feng Yong said to Yaomei.
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"Huh? How come Erlang is free to come here today?" In the Prime Minister Jincheng's house, Huang Yueying was holding a piece of paper and thinking hard. When she saw Zhao Guang walking in, she couldn't help but asked strangely. Under her feet, there were all kinds of
The parts were scattered all over the floor, some made of wood and some made of cast iron.
Not far away, Zhang Xing was holding a small wooden stick, humming and dancing wildly, shouting: "Soldiers, there are many enemies, it is not suitable to fight! Don't panic, follow me to break out of the siege!"
Zhao Guang hurriedly saluted: "Might my aunt have forgotten that today is the day when Feng Zhuang will die. My aunt once said that I would go and see him."
"Hey! I almost forgot!" Huang Yueying patted her forehead, "I have been thinking about the method of making the eight-ox plow these past few days, but I can't remember to go to Fengzhuang today." As she said this, she turned to Zhang Xing next to her.
He said, "Come here, Fourth Mother. I'll ask someone to escort you back to the house first. My aunt will go out later if she has something to do."
Zhang Xing had already understood what he heard. He threw away the small wooden stick and ran over to hug Huang Yueying's legs. He raised his head and begged: "Uncle, I also want to go to Fengzhuang. Some time ago, I wanted to go to Fengzhuang.
I also told my mother that I want to go to Fengzhuang to play!"
Huang Yueying touched her head and said softly: "I have serious business here, not for fun. I will take you there another day."
Zhang Xing pursed his lips: "Auntie, don't try to deceive Siniang. I heard clearly just now that auntie is going to Fengzhuang to watch people harvesting grains. So besides farming, what else can Fengzhuang do?"
Huang Yueying frowned: "Who told you that farming is not a serious matter?"
Zhang Xing was most afraid of seeing Huang Yueying's expression, so he shrank his neck and whispered: "When I went to the palace a few days ago, I heard what the emperor's brother-in-law said. He said that handling government affairs is the most important thing, compared to Feng
Lang Jun is much stronger."
Huang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She thought it was a joke between the emperor and Zhang Xing, and thought to herself: "Although this Adou is still young, he is still an emperor. The world is based on farming, how can he
Do you have such thoughts? Even if you are joking, you cannot talk nonsense. You must ask Alangduo to remind the emperor."
It was not easy to answer Zhang Xing's words at the moment, but when she heard the words "Feng Langjun", my heart moved and she said with a smile, "Since you really want to go, then it's okay to go with you, but you have to be obedient."
"Be obedient and obedient. Si Niang listens to your aunt the most." Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly.
After getting off work in the evening, I returned to my rented house, opened the refrigerator, took out the watermelon I put in in the morning, dug deeply into the middle of the melon with a spoon, and stuffed it into my mouth. I didn't need to chew it at all, just squeeze it with my mouth.
The ice-cold and sweet watermelon juice filled my mouth. I swallowed it down and my whole body shivered with pleasure. Then I turned over and lay down on the sofa. I scooped out half of the watermelon and ate it. Then I turned on the TV to watch the latest news.
After reading the stock price, all the fatigue of the day was gone. Before I finished eating, my stomach felt full, and then I wanted to sleep... Suddenly I smelled a familiar scent of perfume, and at the same time there was a pain in my ears, and I could only hear the female boss's voice.
Voice: "You're so sloppy again..."
"It hurts, it hurts..." Feng Yong cried out, "Stop twisting!"
"You know it hurts but you still can't get up?"
Only a scream was heard.
Am I going back in time again?
Feng Yong woke up from his sleep. Before he could see his surroundings clearly, a thought flashed through his mind. He felt his nose was itchy and couldn't help but sneeze.
After sneezing, I felt much more awake. It was still the same place, the familiar fishing spot under the willow tree.
When he looked up, he saw a face full of anger looking down at him, while a little Luoli hid her hands behind her back, so that Feng Yong couldn't see what she was holding. Next to her, there was another person who looked like Wan Wan.
The young female knight looked at him quietly with indifferent eyes.
"It turns out that Madam is here. It's really rude for me not to greet you." Feng Yong was so frightened that he quickly got up and saluted.
"Feng Mingwen, you feel so at ease!" Huang Yueying didn't bother Feng Yong at all, staring with a pair of phoenix eyes, "Everyone is busy, but you are still in the mood to lie down here peacefully?"
If I don't sleep, what can I do? Feng Yong is at a loss.
"Come with me." Huang Yueying became inexplicably angry when she saw his innocent face, turned around and walked towards the harvesting field.
Feng Yong followed behind without knowing why, and touched his ears. He didn't know if it was an illusion, or it still hurt a little. He looked at Huang Yueying walking in front, and looked at Huang Yueying, who was jumping and swaying with the dog's tail grass in his hand.
Little Luoli, I looked at Guan Ji, who was still exuding cold air even under the bright sun, and finally looked at Yaomei, who was driven far away, and wondered whether someone was screwing me in a dream or someone was really screwing me?
When several people passed the official road, Feng Yong saw Huang Yueying's bullock cart parked on the side. The driver, who was more beautiful than a woman, smiled brightly at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong mouthed "Go away" at him, traitor! Liar! He had obviously told Zhao Guang and Wang Xun yesterday that they would be harvesting grain in the past few days and giving them a holiday. Now here they are again.
Seeing this guy working as a coachman, how could Feng Yong not think that this matter must be related to him?
That night, she even confessed to me affectionately, saying that she would never spy on information again. Unexpectedly, today she turned around and went to Huang Yueying to inform her again.
Zhao Guang made a gesture to Feng Yong, and then drove the bullock cart towards the village road. Vehicles were not allowed to stop for a long time on the official road.
Several people walked to the edge of the rice field being harvested. Huang Yueying pointed in front and asked: "How big is this valley?"
How did I know? I spread as much farmyard manure as I had at that time. Who would be so idle as to measure it?
"About ten acres, right?" Feng Yong looked at it and said uncertainly.
"Hey!" Huang Yueying glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Eleven or twelve acres are considered ten acres, and eighty or nine acres can also be called ten acres. How many acres are they?"
I don't know wow!
Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying innocently again.