Chapter 145 Zhuge Qiao
“Also, since the adults in your family are literate, why not teach you how to read?”
Amei’s cheeks were even hotter and her head hung lower.
“Back then, I went into the mountains to collect medicine and was bitten by a snake. I was finally rescued by my mother.”
Save the hero with beauty, and then pledge yourself to him?
There are such good things in this world?
You can tell just by looking at Amei's appearance. I guess her mother-in-law must be a kind of village girl. Otherwise, with the pride of Han people looking down on barbarians, how could an ordinary barbarian girl win the eyes of Han people?
The good genes of both parents resulted in such a good appearance. It's a pity that my skin is a bit darker, but I don't know if it's from birth or if it's tanned by the southern sun.
“Later, after my lord recovered from his injuries in the village, when he wanted to leave, he discovered that my mother was already pregnant with the servant girl.”
eaten!
Although Amei used the Spring and Autumn style of writing, Feng Yong had already inferred from his few sentences that the strong man who collected medicine had already been married to his savior when he was injured.
"In the end, my lord couldn't bear to leave my mother and my maid in my belly, so I settled down in the village. When my maid could remember, my lord also left the village several times. At that time, my lord also told me that when my maid grows up, Some of them taught the maid how to read, but I never thought..."
Oh, I died early, so I didn’t have time to teach.
"Those books were brought back by the master when he left the village for the last time. After the master passed away, my mother was so sad that she followed him within a few years. Later, there was chaos in Nanzhong, and I couldn't stay anymore. I had no choice but to follow the tribesmen in the village and run out. Now there is no way to go back to see the master and my mother. Those few books are the only things that the servant brought out."
well!
Feng Yong sighed in his heart, damn, these troubled times are really...
“I’ve always called you Amei, what’s your full name?”
Feng Yong felt that he should pay more attention to this maid with a low sense of existence.
This Amei has been following me for so long, and I don’t even know her full name. I feel like a failure.
"My maid doesn't know either. Your Excellency only gave me the character "Mei" and didn't even give me a surname. I just said that when I have the opportunity in the future, I will take my maid back to recognize my ancestors and give her a real surname."
At this point, Amei’s voice was choked with sobs, and she looked even more pitiful.
Feng Yong thought that those who are literate these days, and those who even have books at home, are probably descendants of aristocratic families. Even if they are not from aristocratic families, they are basically from famous families.
I guess it was because the master of his family married a barbarian girl. The family felt embarrassed and did not want to recognize this daughter-in-law and her bloodline.
His family members left the village a few times and probably went home secretly.
This one can be considered a long-term lover. Even so, he is not willing to give up his wife and daughter.
“What is your adult’s name?”
If her family members are really from Nanzhong, Li Hui should be able to find out based on his ability.
“My servant doesn’t know either. Your Excellency has never mentioned his name.”
Then there's no way.
Feng Yong felt pity in his heart, thought for a while, and said: "If you really want to learn to read, come to my room at night and I will teach you."
As Hanyu Pinyin is an initial literacy tool for children, Feng Yong felt that he needed to collect some more data.
Amei looked at Feng Yong overjoyed, knelt on the ground, and made a prostrate salute: "My maid has thanked the lord."
"Well, actually it's not bad for you. If you have time during the day, you can learn to read from Gouzi and let him teach you Pinyin first. Once you learn Pinyin, you can learn the Thousand-Character Classic by yourself."
Feng Yong has already produced the phonetic version of the Thousand-Character Essay, but he only has one volume at hand, which can be used to test the water for people like Amei who have no basic knowledge and see how it works.
I wanted to ask Amei to take out those books and see what they were, but then I thought about it. An abandoned son who was expelled from his family probably only had a few classics.
Feng Yong would feel guilty if he did not compare the books of this era with "Shuowen Jiezi". Official script is okay, but what if it’s Xiaozhuan script?
In order to maintain one's tall image, I might as well forget it after thinking about it. What if she takes it out and doesn’t understand it?
“As for those books, you should keep them yourself. When you learn more words in the future, maybe you can find out where your adults are from and restore your surname. What a great thing.”
"Yes, my servant understands and will obey the Lord's wishes."
At this time, I only heard someone coughing.
Feng Yong turned around and saw Li Yi standing behind him, with a young man in his twenties next to him. There was a slight embarrassment on both of their faces.
Looking at Amei again, even though her skin color is a bit dark, her face can still be seen to be red.
What do you mean when I say this?
Feng Yong felt strange. He smiled and said to Li Yi: "Wen Xuan has not been seen in the past few days. Where has he gone? Who is this talented person?"
Li Yi cupped his hands and said, "Brother, are you dealing with family matters? I came at a bad time. I'm really sorry."
Taking care of Mao's family affairs? This is the open space of the camp, not your own house. Have you ever seen anyone deal with household affairs with their maid in public?
I have nothing to do. I discuss my life plans with my maid. What do you think of your expressions?
"It's okay. I'm just bored. I saw that this maid is a little different from others. She learned a few words from the dog in the village, so I asked out of curiosity."
As he spoke, he looked at the young man who was looking inquiringly and asked, "Wenxuan hasn't said yet who is this distinguished guest?"
"Oh, I'm rude. Didn't my brother ask me to collect straw a few days ago? I've been looking for someone to help me these days. This is the person I'm looking for. He's the son of the Prime Minister, Zhuge Liang. Cypress pine.”
Zhuge Qiao?
Feng Yong was shocked. He didn't expect to meet Zhuge Laoyao's adopted son so unexpectedly.
There is no other way, there is always a shadow named Zhuge lingering in Feng Tubao's heart.
When I suddenly heard this name, I was startled.
“It turns out that it was Zhuge who joined the army, so he was rude and disrespectful!”
Feng Yong quickly raised his hands and saluted.
Zhuge Qiao smiled generously and said politely: "I have heard about Feng Dian's name as Wei Cheng of the Agricultural School for a long time. I am joining the army. It sounds powerful, but it is not as good as Feng Langjun's reputation as a young hero. I hope you don't mind if I come here today."
Zhuge Qiao seems to have a long face and a generous appearance, which is nothing like the middle-aged mature handsome guy Zhuge Liang. And his personality seems to be good, at least he is approachable.
"I don't mind, I don't mind." Feng Yong said enthusiastically, "When I was in Jincheng, I was greatly favored by the Prime Minister and his wife. Now that I have arrived in Hanzhong, I have always wanted to meet Zhuge Langjun, but I have never had the chance. Today I can meet him. It is really great." It comforts the regret in my heart.”
Li Yi's lips twitched at the side. This young hero... is worthy of the praise from the Prime Minister himself.
He is also very good at telling lies with his eyes open.
Looking at Zhuge Qiao again, he was a little too honest. He actually took it seriously, waved his hands and said modestly: "That's because you and my mother are favoring Feng Langjun, but this kindness has nothing to do with me, Feng Langjun." Don’t look at me differently because of this. Wenxuan calls Feng Langjun brother, I’m crazy how many years older I am, Feng Langjun might as well call me Dalang.”
(End of this chapter)