The very cheerful little Luoli ran in with her skirt in hand, bowed to her mother and aunt, then stood up and looked around, but she didn't find what she wanted, and she looked a little disappointed.
Seeing her daughter's expression, Zhang Xiahou's heart skipped a beat. What is this child looking for?
"Come here, Fourth Mother, my mother has something to ask you."
Zhang Xing leaned over obediently, raised his head and asked, "What do you want to ask me?"
Zhang Xiahou thought for a long time, and then asked: "Siniang, is it more fun to be in the palace or Fengzhuang?"
Zhang Xing's eyes lit up when he heard this: "It's fun in the palace."
Zhang Xiahou breathed a sigh of relief.
"But Feng Zhuang is more fun, and the emperor's brother-in-law is not as fun as Feng Langjun."
Zhang Xiahou almost choked in his throat.
Who did this child learn to breathe heavily from?
Zhang Xiahou had a polite yet embarrassed smile on her face: "Don't talk about your emperor's brother-in-law like that. The emperor is naturally good..."
"But it's not as fun as Feng Langjun." Zhang Xing still insisted on his belief and tried hard to convince his mother, "The emperor's brother-in-law doesn't know how to weave dog dogs out of weeds, nor does he know how to make willow whistles out of willow branches.
There are still some, but I don’t know how to fish, let alone..."
"Okay, okay..." Zhang Xiahou interrupted her daughter. She didn't know what it felt like. She was still struggling with selling her daughter for glory just now. Unexpectedly, before she started selling, her daughter had already sold it herself.
I sold it myself, it’s really...my daughter, how can I sell you for a good price when I call you like this?
With a smile that couldn't be concealed on her face, Huang Yueying said to Zhang Xiahou: "Sister, what do you think...?"
Zhang Xiahou reluctantly pushed her daughter to Huang Yueying's side, and said with a wry smile: "What else can I say? I can't complain that these days she is not clamoring to enter the palace as much as before, always talking about some concessions.
This is where the source of words that people don’t understand turns out to be. That Feng Langjun is amazing, he can even coax a child!"
The pronunciation of the word "little boy" is particularly strong.
Huang Yueying nodded understandingly: "Sister, don't worry. My younger sister said that I treat Si Niang as my own daughter, so I won't let her suffer any injustice. Now she is still young and her temperament is not yet stable. In the future,
Who can say for sure?"
"That's good." After Zhang Xiahou received the assurance, he felt relieved, nodded and said, "My husband-in-law has been with the late emperor all his life, and he has just fought for the foundation of the Zhang family. Today's Zhang family is better than
It's not enough, but it's more than enough. I don't dare to ask for more. I have said before that I don't ask for wealth for this fourth mother, but I want peace and joy. Even now, I still
That’s what she thinks. From now on, whatever way she wants to go, it’s up to her to be happy.”
"Sister, that's what I said." Huang Yueying lowered her head in response.
"Siniang, would you like my aunt to take you to Fengzhuang to play?"
"Really?" Zhang Xing immediately threw himself into Huang Yueying's arms, his little head burrowed inside for a few times, and then he raised his head, "Auntie is so kind!"
Zhang Xiahou's face looked a little helpless. Who is this daughter's biological child?
Perhaps God showed a rare kindness after seeing the many misfortunes faced by the Han people in recent years. Not only did it not rain during this year's autumn harvest, but it also gave us sunny days for many days in a row.
Following Huang Yueying's instructions, Feng Yong dried the grain harvested from the several acres of land spread with farmyard manure, sealed it, and waited for her to inspect it.
This approach made the banker a little worried, so he ran to ask the housekeeper what was going on. The housekeeper scolded him angrily: "When will it be your turn to dictate what the master wants to do? If nothing else, we, the master, will
When have people in the village ever suffered a loss? It’s all a bunch of crazy people! If I hear someone talking behind your back in the future, I’ll skin you!"
After scolding the people, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "On the day when the sickle was opened, it's not like you didn't see that a noble man came over to measure the land. The master was keeping the grain harvested from the land to prepare for
The nobles are here to look at it. After the nobles have seen it, they will naturally share it with you."
The housekeeper actually hated Feng Yong's behavior of lying under the willow tree all day long and fishing. Do you think any master in the world would behave like this in front of the banker? Which banker in another village would not be in front of his own master?
Trembling? As far as the banker is concerned, although the banker has no disrespect for the master, when it comes to fear, he is not very afraid - this does not look like the master!
After the autumn harvest, you can rest for a few days and then prepare to plant winter wheat. However, the owner of Fengzhuang is a troublemaker, so he only rested for two days and started to do some puzzling things.
Opening up wasteland is not a strange thing, but the wasteland around here has almost been cleared, and the owner actually made an idea to grow food on the hillsides behind Zhuangzi. Can food be grown on the hillsides? This is a question in the minds of the farmers.
, but no one dared to laugh at the master in private anymore. In addition to being afraid that the housekeeper would hear it, he would loose his skin, and more importantly, unknowingly, Feng Yong had already convinced the banker in the village.
The changes in this village are getting bigger and bigger day by day, and everyone can see it. I heard from the housekeeper that the master’s family is a descendant of an elite, and they don’t dare to talk nonsense anymore and lose their duty. I think the master’s family wants us to do it
There must be some reason for these, you just need to follow them.
The Liao people who live in the cave at the foot of the hillside have an extra layer of worry: This owner's family won't drive us away, right?
Feng Yongcai didn't bother to care about what those farmers and officials thought. He was really annoyed by the farmland policy of feudal society. You said you not only have to control whether the land is always cultivated, but you also have to control what is grown in the land.
Is it too much?
These people don’t understand what market economy is. In future generations, who cares what you plant in the land? There are many things in the world about using cultivated land to build houses. As long as the "chicken's fart" goes up, who cares what you grow?
Isn't there a food crisis?
It was impossible to communicate with the backward feudal people. Even if he wanted to use a small piece of land to plant tea seedlings after the autumn harvest, he would be fined. This was completely unreasonable! In the end, Feng Yong had no choice but to make his own decision.
After reaching the hillside, I chose an uninhabited hillside and directly brought the people who could come out from the village to open up wasteland - I want to plant some tea trees on my hillside, you won't say anything, right?
At first, Feng Yong thought of collecting tea seeds for planting, but later he discovered that tea trees are cross-pollinated. Only six tea trees were found in the mountains behind, and they couldn't even produce any seeds, so he collected a few.
Mao! Fortunately, you can also propagate by cuttings, so Feng Yong’s planting business will not be aborted.
But in this case, you have to save your tea leaves - almost all the branches that can be cut down from the six tea trees have been chopped down, and you can't even think of picking another tea leaf until new branches grow!