"By the way, Brother Lu, the housekeeper just told us that there are people living down the slope at the other end. Tell me, if Feng Langjun asked us to live here, is it because he wanted us to keep an eye on those people?
What’s on your mind?”
At this time someone raised such a question.
The scar-faced veteran didn't answer immediately. He was probably thinking about it. After a while, he said, "I can't say for sure. The man over there looks like a familiar man. I saw him following him to the ground when he entered the village. I guess."
He is a slave bought by the master, but since he is a servant, it is best for us to pay attention first."
Although autumn has entered, the lingering power of the Autumn Tiger in Sichuan is still there. The scar-faced veteran and his party washed their bodies and came out. Although they were only wearing the boxers specially sent to them by Feng Zhuang, they did not have to worry about catching cold. This place is in
Behind the village, the people on the village are busy in the fields. Even if a few people are naked, there is no need to worry about people from outside the village coming to see it. As for the clothes soaked in willow water, they are placed under the sun.
After half a day in the sun, it will be almost dry by dusk, so you don’t have to worry about not having any clothes to wear tomorrow.
"This thing is quite novel." Someone pulled up the boxer briefs. "This Jincheng is indeed the capital of the Han Dynasty. Even the pants are cooler than elsewhere."
"Wouldn't it be just as cool if you put on a raincoat and let the air flow underneath?" someone next to me teased.
Everyone laughed and seemed to be in a good mood. Although just now everyone had to wash themselves and soak everything in willow water. Even their hair had to be scattered and washed carefully.
, but no one has any dissatisfaction. Because the more you go through this, the more you can see how much the owner of the village values them. They are all old people who have been through the struggle between life and death. This kind of insight is still valuable. Look.
When I came to settle in this village near Jincheng, I felt somewhat confident, and I naturally felt happy.
"It's just that I've been on the road since yesterday and ate some wild vegetable dumplings for breakfast. Now I'm thirsty and hungry, and the village didn't even ask to bring us some water." Someone complained slightly.
The scar-faced veteran glared at him and cursed: "Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat! You don't even have to urinate to see what you look like. Do you think you can live by eating three meals a day? Only noble people can eat three meals a day."
!As a poor beggar, you have to thank God if you don't starve to death. When you are thirsty, you go to the field to drink some water. You have endured it for so long along the way. Now that you have reached the field, you still have half a day to do?"
While they were talking here, they suddenly heard the bell ringing "dang dang dang" from Zhuangzi's side. The farmers in the fields in the distance made a small noise, and then they all put down their work and stood up together.
Rush to Zhuangzi.
"What is this for?"
Several people stretched their necks in surprise and looked at the place where Zhuangzi rang the bell, but they couldn't see any clues, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This was Zhuangzi they would rely on in the future, so don't just arrive by yourself.
Something happened on the ground. Even if it has nothing to do with them, it would be unsightly to be regarded as the bad luck that he and others brought from the pile of dead people.
"How about we go take a look? Maybe we can be of some help?"
I said this anxiously.
"There's no rush." The scar-faced old man was able to keep his composure, "Looking at the way the farmer walked, he didn't appear to be in a hurry, so it shouldn't be a big deal. If you really want me to take action, the manor will naturally send someone to tell you.
Don't forget, when we first entered the village, the two boys who blocked Feng Langjun behind them, if they were to fight hard on the battlefield, they would definitely not be able to beat us, but if they were just in terms of skill, they would probably be better than us.
"
In fact, the scar veteran who took the lead had a deeper thought in his heart. Even if it was really urgent, if someone came to ask for help, the favor would be different than if he took the initiative to help. The greater the favor, the more favors he would receive in the future.
These outsiders are less bullied.
It is common sense that old villagers have a higher status than outsiders, so I can’t blame this scar-faced veteran for having such an idea.
"This is the Zhongming Ding Food House!" Zhao Guang stood at the highest point of the open space above the village, watching the farmers below holding pottery food bowls, consciously lining up in two rows, stepping forward one by one, starting from the cook
Taking the steamed buns and soup from He Amei's hand, he couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Zhuang Shang, even the villagers can line up in the military formation. I'm really impressed by this."
"Military formations are nothing! Are we using military formations for this?" Feng Yongyong glanced at Zhao Guang disdainfully, unable to speak properly, "Whoever doesn't line up will have nothing to eat. Go to your Zhuangzi and try it.
, everyone is kept like this, how can anyone dare to be disobedient?"
In fact, the housekeeper was firmly opposed to eating lunch from the beginning. Eating three times a day is a treatment reserved for nobles. Farmers who forage for food in the dirt can have a hot meal in the morning and evening, which means they have accumulated virtue in their previous lives! But in this world
In Feng Yong's view, work efficiency is the first priority. Bankers work all day long. Can they last for a whole day with breakfast? Can they do a shitty job when they are hungry?
Unable to resist Feng Yong's insistence, the housekeeper finally took a step back and gave each person only two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup for lunch - it was said to be hot soup, but in fact it just means boiling water, adding a few vegetable leaves, and some more
The salt, the water is so bland that you can’t taste the saltiness at all. In this way, the farmers are still grateful and eat happily.
The housekeeper, on the other hand, felt distressed about the food for several days and said that if the situation continued like this, the family would be defeated. Feng Yong was completely immune to such threats. It was not like he had never studied mathematics. The food stored in the family would be enough to last him no matter what.
It's summer next year. In the past two years, the old demon Zhuge will only let the people of Shu recuperate and recuperate. It is impossible to send troops. What are you afraid of? Dujiangyan will be effective next year, and there will be no shortage of food. Otherwise, where will the old demon Zhuge have the confidence to send troops the next year?
Pingnanzhong?
"By the way, Uncle Zhao, don't forget to send someone to bring some food to those people behind the village."
Feng Yong looked at the butler not far away, whose mouth was twitching and his face full of distress. He really couldn't bear to let him look at it any more, so he said to the butler.
The butler came over, saluted, and said, "Go back to the Lord. The old servant just asked Niu Wa and others to send him there."
"Then how?" Feng Yong was shocked, "All of those veterans have killed people, and they are full of hostility. Don't frighten people."