"Madam just asked if there was enough food in the house, and after thinking about it, I guessed some reasons. It is not easy to teach these children to read and write. Although the Feng family can still afford it now, as time goes by,
, the greater the expense, so I just plan for a rainy day."
Although she knew that what the kid in front of her said was not entirely true, Huang Yueying was not in the mood to delve deeper. Some small thoughts were normal, as long as she didn't make any mistakes in major matters.
"You want to sell tea?"
"yes."
"Inappropriate. The business of merchants is not the right way after all. Farming, studying and inheriting the family is a century-old plan. Don't rush for success. Take your time. You are still young and cannot ruin your reputation for a little money. Do you understand?" Huang Yueying is sincere.
For Feng Yong's sake, in her opinion, Feng Yong's behavior was also to accumulate some information for himself, which was the most normal thing.
Her Alang really didn't like the aristocratic family, because the aristocratic family would not only conceal the population, but also conceal the actual land area, making it impossible for the court to collect grain taxes. As for the Feng family, which was even a poor family, it was the most favored family.
Alang supports it. Only those who have a permanent income will have perseverance, and they don't have to worry about losing their tail like a big family.
Of course, if Feng Yong knew Huang Yueying's thoughts, he would conclude that the stability of the feudal dynasty must still be based on the adequate support of farmers. If I have to explain it in the words of later generations, it would be: the stability of society must still be based on the sufficient number of farmers.
On the basis of a sufficient number of middle class people.
But I’m really afraid that your Alang will snatch my tea when he sees it in the future!
Feng Yong sighed and said: "I understand, madam. Please rest assured, I will not make fun of my reputation."
Seeing this boy's perfunctory look, Huang Yueying felt angry. She reminded him kindly, but in exchange for him looking like this? But after thinking about it, maybe this is what the teacher behind him meant. Alas,
Before I found out the details of this kid, I really couldn't say anything.
"Forget it, you are also a decisive person, so I won't say more. The sun is so bright today, these children have been standing for a long time, aren't they afraid of getting sick?"
Having Sha is heat stroke.
So the so-called "farming in Nanyang" is simply an artistic statement, right? If you have really worked in the fields, how could you not know that real farmers' children are not afraid of the sun? To say that they can still be alive and kicking after being exposed to the sun for a day is not true.
It's an exaggeration, but there's still no problem if you post it for an hour or two.
But Huang Yueying said this, Feng Yong still wanted to give some face, and immediately said to the child: "Disband!"
When the children heard this, they immediately put down their arms, closed their legs, and all shouted: "No!"
At this moment, even Zhao Guang, who was familiar with Feng Zhuang, changed slightly. He looked at Feng Yong with admiration in his eyes: My brother is indeed a man with a lot of tricks. I saw these children standing in line with each other some time ago.
The formation is already amazing, but I didn’t expect that my brother has trained them like a master if I haven’t noticed these days. Thinking about it this way, my brother must be able to know the military formation, right? Well, he must be able,
Otherwise, where would the Thirty-Six Strategies of War come from?
Huang Yueying originally heard that Feng Yong was leading farmers to open up wasteland on the hillside. The first thing that came to her mind was the lower field where more grain could be harvested than the upper field. She thought that this boy was going to use his master's secret technique to plant more crops on the slope.
I didn't expect to go up the slope to find that it was not used to grow food, so I was a little disappointed. Then I laughed at myself: I am still a little greedy, and it is a blessing to be able to turn the fields from down to fields. His master is another
Even if you are powerful, you are not a god. How can you be so capable? How can you grow food on a slope without water?
"I want to meet the kid."
Just when Feng Yong and Huang Yueying were arguing, in the CD Zhang Mansion, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou was sitting in the pavilion in the backyard, and said to the young woman sitting opposite her, with her belly slightly protruding, and fanning gently with a round fan.
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Hearing this, the pregnant young woman smiled calmly: "Don't be anxious, Mom, that Feng Langjun is still in the dark about this matter. If you suddenly want to see him at this time, he might find out the clues. If he doesn't
If you are willing to do this, it will cause unnecessary problems."
The young woman was wearing a phoenix gown, with smooth green silk hair hanging down to her waist, and a double-knotted crested white jade flower in her temples. She looked extremely graceful. She was the current queen and the eldest daughter of Zhang Xiahou.
"I thought it was the Prime Minister who made the decision on this matter. I also thought that my Zhang family had fallen to this point, but I didn't expect that you were the first to bring it up. Why didn't you tell me in advance? Could it be that, wasn't I the fourth generation?
Mother?" Zhang Xiahou's tone was a little excited, and her expression could not hide her anger, but when she saw her eldest daughter's belly, she had to suppress her emotions. As someone who has experienced this, you need to have peace of mind when you are pregnant.
Of course she knew.
Empress Zhang's face looked a little unhealthy and pale. She coughed slightly and said to her mother apologetically: "I was going to tell my mother from the beginning, but I had a bad time recently and my health was a little bit...
Feeling unwell, the weather is hot, and the palace is still a little cold. The emperor does not want to let his daughter out in case she gets Sha. Except for the younger sister, even the elder brother is rarely seen. Besides, the mother is unwilling to leave the palace. The daughter is not satisfied with this.
I just put some thought into the matter first and felt that there was no need to worry too much, so I never found a chance to tell my mother about it."
"Are you happy again?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou immediately forgot about blaming her daughter and asked with concern, "Is it serious?"
"I'm feeling better now, and I can eat something. Otherwise, how could my daughter come out of the palace?" The queen comforted Zhang Xiahou, "It's not easy for others to tell my mother about my little sister. It's better for my daughter to come out in person.
It is more appropriate to say that. I originally thought that this matter could not be rushed. Even after the late emperor's Zi Palace was buried, it would not be too late to inform my mother by then. Who knew that Feng Langjun was so great that he even went to the fields to
The incident of giving birth to three stones of millet came out, which was beyond my daughter's expectation."
"You have always had your own opinion." Zhang Xiahou said with a long sigh, "The late emperor once praised you and said it was a pity that you were born a girl. If you were a man, how could you get the chance to be the student of Ma Youchang who became the prime minister? Although this matter is
It's your decision, but I am Siniang's mother after all, so I just want to ask, is Feng Langjun really worth what you do?"
"Mom, don't worry, my little sister is my biological sister. How could I, the elder sister, harm her?" The queen spoke in a calm and gentle tone, with a wise light shining in her eyes. "This matter is actually a bit complicated.
What a coincidence. Grandma, do you ever remember that before the late emperor conquered Wu, he asked Li Shenxian, a hermit in Qingcheng Mountain, for divination?"
"Of course I remember. But what does that have to do with this matter?"
When Liu Bei wanted to mobilize a national army to attack Wu, he sent someone to ask Li Yi, a hermit from Qingcheng Mountain, to come to the army to perform a divination. Li Yi asked people to take out more than forty pieces of paper, which were covered with drawings of soldiers, horses and equipment. After the drawings were completed, they were all torn into pieces.
He also drew a person lying on his back on the ground. There was a person digging soil to bury someone next to him. He also wrote a white character on it. After doing this, Li Yi drifted away. At that time, no one understood what it meant. It was not until Liu Bei's army was defeated.
Tomb, died of illness in Baidi City, and those who knew about it suddenly realized. Li Yi became synonymous with living gods.