"This matter is not urgent, Uncle Lu." Feng Yong's face broke into a smile, "After a few days, when the matter is settled, if there is still a shortage of manpower, I will tell you."
"That's done!" Old Man Lu stood up boldly and patted the grass behind him, "It seems that the master has already made a plan. I heard from Butler Zhao in the past two days that you haven't smiled for several days.
Okay, now it seems that I am overthinking it. But sir, I would like to say a few more words here. If you can listen, then listen to it. If you think what I said is ridiculous, just treat it like I am and let it go.
What a fart, don’t you think?”
The old man stood up and thought he was leaving, but he didn't expect to say this.
"Uncle Lu, please tell me."
"The human heart, after all, is made of flesh. If the host waits for two more days, maybe things will turn around."
"What do I have to worry about?" Feng Yong pointed to a few old farmers who were looking at this side from a distance and said, "If you come over here, I'm afraid some people won't be able to sit still."
Old Man Lu laughed loudly: "Since the master can laugh, it means everything is fine. Then I won't bother you anymore. I will go over and help them and try to build the house as soon as possible."
Feng Yong nodded: "Uncle Lu, walk slowly."
The most prestigious farmer in Zhuangzi now is probably Ding Er's family, because the family has a Yaomei. Although it is said that she has been sold to the government, she was still Ding Er's daughter after all. In addition, Ding Er's family
He has good craftsmanship and often calls his employer to do some carpentry work.
After going back and forth, I became more confident.
"What's the matter?" Before Old Soldier Lu could walk far away, Ding Er was pushed out by the farmers in the distance and slowly walked to Feng Yong. He couldn't say a word for a long time.
Feng Yong frowned and looked over, "If you have nothing to do, just go away and block my sunshine."
Hearing this, Ding Er obediently moved to the side. Then he remembered that his master was sitting under the shade of a willow. Where did the sun come from?
"Hanzhong..."
Ding Er held it in for a long time before he could utter two words.
"What's going on in Hanzhong? You want to go too? No!"
Feng Yong glanced at Ding Er with disgust.
"Niuwa... Niuwa wants to follow the master's family."
After hearing this, Feng Yong turned around and said, "Is your family willing to let Niu Wa follow?"
Niu Wa is Ding Er's son and a failed product of Feng Yong's experiment when he was a rural teacher.
For this, it is estimated that the ancestral genes of the Ding family are responsible for this. Yaomei is also the same, she is a clever person, but when it is time to study, her IQ will suddenly drop, which is really worrying.
Ding Er nodded and smiled naively: "The baby is so troubled. I have figured it out in the past few days. What is the future of digging for food in the field in this life? Besides, there are two people in the family. Let the cow baby go out and grow.
He has a lot of experience, maybe I will have to rely on him to help the family in the future!"
"You have to think carefully! Staying outside is not like being at home, and it is a small thing to suffer hardships. You also know that the world is not peaceful now. If you follow me out, there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen, and it will be too late to regret it."
Ding Er looked like he was looking away, squatting down and pulling out a handful of grass on the grass, with a helpless expression on his face: "Why don't you know this, villain? It's just that God doesn't give people peace of mind, so what can I do?
In two years, the eldest son of the family has reached the age of doing corvée service. If he really goes to the battlefield, he still doesn’t know whether he will live or die. It’s better to separate one of the family members and follow the family’s blog, and maybe there will be a chance.
Way out.”
As he spoke, he picked a few grasses and chewed them in his mouth, as if this could relieve his mood.
How could a good conversation turn into a sad drama? This Ding Er is really not a thing. He doesn't follow the script. I originally thought he could be pretentious, but I didn't expect that as soon as he said this, Feng Yong's original rhetoric didn't know where to go.
.
"Tsk", Feng Yong had no choice but to nod: "Okay, go and talk to the housekeeper, and then go back and prepare some things with the children. You don't have to worry about food and clothing on the way, the house will take care of everything."
"Anything else?"
After talking about the business, Feng Yong saw that Ding Er had no intention of getting up. He looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak. He even put a few grass roots in his mouth and continued chewing. He couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's like this when I go back to the master's house. In addition to Niuwa, there are several other families who also have this intention. But they don't dare to come over and say it, so they have to ask the villain to come over and bring a message." Ding Er said and turned around.
He turned his head and glanced at the few people who were secretly looking at this place in the distance.
Finally, not all of my good intentions were fed to the dogs.
Feng Yong sighed, and his tense mood finally relaxed a little: "That's it. Anyone who is willing to go along should tell the butler. I will choose a few more when the time comes."
"Hey! Okay, okay." Chong Er stood up and nodded repeatedly, "Then please continue to bask in the sun, I won't disturb you."
Crazy! Who would go out of their way to bask in the sun under the willow shade?
After letting go of his worries, Feng Yong picked up the fishing pole next to him and prepared to put on bait and catch some fish. It seemed that he hadn't come here to fish for a long time. I don't know if the fish nests he had carefully raised before were still there now?
"Brother Feng, you are so happy!"
As soon as he threw out the fishing line, Li Yi's voice rang in his ears.
"Hey, why is Brother Wenxuan here?"
Feng Yong turned his head and said hello.
Anyway, I’m pretty familiar with this guy, and we’ll see each other more often in the future, so there’s no need to pay so many courtesies.
Li Yi didn't see anyone else, he walked over and sat down, looking very cool.
"I left the city today to see someone off to Hanzhong and came from the official road. Unexpectedly, I saw Brother Feng fishing here from a distance, so I came over to say hello."
Li Yi pointed to the carriage that was being driven by a servant to the village and explained.
"This is a coincidence. But I don't know who it is for?"
The Li family was probably rewarded with a lot of land in Hanzhong. I heard that many people have obtained the Eight Ox Plow these days. People are already rushing to Hanzhong one after another. The same must be true for the Li family.
"Brother Li Qiu."
This name sounds familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, I really can’t remember where this name appeared in the Three Kingdoms.
In the end, Feng Yong could only say "Oh": "I see, he must be a talented person."
"In today's Han Dynasty, I'm afraid not many people dare to call him talented in front of Brother Feng, right?" Li Yi shook his head and said with a smile, "After all, Brother Feng is the only one who can get the Prime Minister to praise him as a 'young hero'.
"
"That is the Prime Minister's false praise, it cannot be taken seriously."
Feng Yong waved his hand, obviously feeling comfortable being flattered, but he still had to act modest.
"Brother Feng doesn't have the final say whether he deserves it or not. That's decided by others. I didn't say it before, let's just say that it hurts the officials in Nanzhong. If we implement Hanzhong's strategy, we can go to Nanzhong.
Man's misfortunes can restore the prosperity of Han Dynasty..."
Li Yi came over as he spoke, with a look of "I understand" on his face, and said in a low voice: "The third thing is that leasing the surrendered prisoners to the imperial court is another source of income, which can replenish the national treasury, killing three birds with one stone. And so on.
How many people in the world can come up with such a wonderful idea?"