Chapter 100 Sword Pavilion
“How many are willing?”
Feng Yong asked, while his heart beat a little faster, thinking that this was the moment when people's hearts turned against him.
“There are three families with suitable children, but no one comes to them.”
The words of the housekeeper are very similar to those of later generations of leaders who are hospitalized and cannot remember the people who came to visit, but can remember the people who did not come to visit.
Of those three families, two were naturally the ones whose children got sick when it rained in autumn.
"Isn't there an only son in the village? Are you willing?"
Feng Yong was very surprised.
In ancient times, families with only one male son would not be selected until the last minute. After all, incense was what the ancients valued most.
"I was about to talk to the master about this. The man who is willing to go to the village is an only son, namely Gouzi. His mother also came over today and asked, saying that she was worried about Gouzi going to such a far place. Can it be done? Take her with you too.”
Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had become a class enemy who brutally oppressed his peasant brothers. According to the housekeeper, there is an only son among the three families who are not willing to do so?
But then I thought about it, these days, the whole family is dying all over the place, how can we be so pitiful?
Besides, I am also an only son, and I cannot be alone any more. I can go to my master’s house, but you can’t go?
Thinking about it like this, I suddenly became angry and angry.
"Those three families, let them go when the wheat harvest is finished next year. The chickens they raise..." I originally wanted to be more cruel, but thinking about why the hard-working people should be hard-pressed, it is better to leave some room for them. Feng Yong could only sigh in the end and continued, "Take back half of it and leave the rest to them."
As expected, the housekeeper objected fiercely: "That's not possible! If a white-eyed wolf can be treated like this, what will the loyal people in the village think? This is an unacceptable example, my lord."
“Then what does Uncle Zhao say we should do?”
“Take back all the land and chickens and drive them out of the village.” The steward said without hesitation.
It is indeed the evil nature of the landlord class!
It is now past the farming season, and driving people out at this time means driving them to a dead end.
Why do later generations of textbooks say that feudal society tied farmers to the land?
Because without land, life and death are controlled by others.
“Isn’t this bad?” Feng Yong frowned, “After all, someone else has already planted the land. At any rate, it took a lot of food and effort...”
"Of course I want to return all the food to them. I would rather give them more food, just like hiring people to farm the land, and we can't let them stay on the farm anymore." There was a hint of fierce determination in the steward's expression.
"If the master doesn't want the people in the village to lose their hearts, this is the only way." Seeing that Feng Yong was still hesitating, the housekeeper persuaded him earnestly, "The old servant also knows that the master is kind-hearted. If it doesn't work, just give him enough food." , so that they can survive this year, but they must not be allowed to stay on Zhuangzi anymore."
"Then...Uncle Zhao, you have to figure it out, don't follow the truth." Feng Yong nodded, agreeing with the butler's words.
"Where is the excuse for what the master said? Even if they were to be kept, they would definitely be embarrassed. If you really don't believe it, the news came out in two days. The master looked at it, and there was no need for the old servant to chase them away, they themselves would We will leave. It is our kindness to give them more food as compensation. Even if we give them less, it is our duty."
Okay, okay, you are right.
Feng Yong took a breath and said silently three times: This was not done by me, this was done by the housekeeper, and it is none of my business.
This is considered to have settled the matter.
“Mountains are stacked on top of each other, and rivers are criss-crossed. The ambition is to go against the wind and against the current..."
The official system in ancient times was really bad, and the horse-drawn carriages in ancient times were really bad too. After driving for six or seven days, Feng Yong felt like his intestines were about to burst out of his stomach.
At this time, he was lying on his back on the bullock cart, looking at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the apes climbing over the steep mountains from time to time. He refused to go to the carriage compartment, and sang feebly. "Camel Bell" that no one can understand.
Guan Ji, who had been riding her horse, looked at Feng Yong, who didn't care about his image, several times, frowning, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.
However, Li Yi, who was riding in the carriage, got out of the carriage, climbed onto Feng Yong's oxcart, and asked with a smile: "I listened to Brother Feng singing all the way, but I really can't tell where the accent is and where it comes from. The tune?"
Feng Yong, who was all weak, rolled his eyes and stopped singing like a mourner. He thought to himself that this is the Mandarin of later generations. If you can understand it, you will be a ghost. He sighed and said: "This is my teacher." It’s normal that Wenxuan doesn’t understand the language of the gate.”
Li Yi nodded: "I see. Brother Feng and his disciples can actually understand the ancient language? Or is it his own invention?"
"I don't know either." Feng Yong was not in the mood to pay attention to him, so he made up a sentence casually, "Anyway, it was taught by my master after I entered the school."
“Brother Feng doesn’t look like he often travels far? Is he so unaccustomed to carriages and horses?”
“Not really, I just can’t get used to riding in a carriage.”
Six days? Forget future generations, I'll take a train. Two round trips across the country will be enough!
Even if he doesn’t take a car, Feng Yong is not afraid of walking. It’s not like he has never marched before.
But now look at this long queue, with nearly a hundred people, including children, and so much luggage, walking on a woolen road? We had to take the ox-cart.
“Just can’t get used to riding in a carriage?”
"yes."
If you can’t make a spring, you won’t have a shock absorber. Without a shock absorber, how can you prevent shocks?
Sitting in the car, my **** hurt like needles, my stomach was shaking so much that I could hear the sound of water, and my forehead was shaken to the point of being confused. In addition, the carriage of a horse-drawn carriage is closed, so dizziness will turn into motion sickness. When motion sickness occurs, you will vomit. After vomiting, you will vomit bile after eating. Now I am afraid that even the bile will be vomited, and I will have to lie down in the end. The corpse was stretched out on the bullock cart.
“Brother Feng doesn’t know how to ride a horse?”
“Have never learned.”
I know how to ride a bull!
Li Yi smiled softly, as if he had received some information, pointed forward, and asked: "Brother Feng, do you know where the front is?"
“Big and Small Sword Mountains.”
Li Yi was a little surprised: "Brother Feng actually knows?"
Feng Yongyong didn't bother to answer, thinking that when I returned to my hometown from northern Xinjiang, I changed trains from Jincheng two or three times, and even came here for two days. How could I not know?
As for why we came here to take a look, of course it was for the World of Warcraft map "Guarding the Sword Pavilion".
The people are like the people, who Yunhan has died!
How many young people’s passion did these words arouse? Even though Feng Yong traveled through time ten years later, there are still countless people who are silently guarding the faith of his youth.
Li Yi saw the look of nostalgia on Feng Yong's face, and fell silent at the moment. He thought to himself that Feng Mingwen was not used to traveling far away, so he thought his master's school was near Jincheng. I never thought that I had even been to Jianshan Mountain, and judging from this person's expression, it seemed that there was someone I wanted to miss in this place of Jianshan Mountain?
(End of this chapter)