Chapter 234 Who told me to be kind?
Hearing the steward's tone, Silly Daring immediately gave up. He only dared to mutter, "I wonder if it's true?"
The steward immediately shouted: "You're blind! I'm from the young master. Does the young master know? That's your majesty's property."
As he spoke, he pointed to the soldier next to him: "Did you see it? This is a tough soldier from the Governor's Mansion. If it wasn't true, would he be standing here?"
As soon as the leaders of Guizhou saw this momentum and heard these words, some of them believed it on the spot.
That is Your Majesty!
These days, who dares to use His Majesty’s name to show off and deceive?
What's more, there are soldiers from the Dudu's Mansion standing here - in Pingyi County today, besides the people from the Dudu's Mansion, who else dares to hold weapons?
The government wouldn't dare to use the emperor's name as a guise to deceive themselves, right?
Besides, if it weren't for the soldiers looking at them with murderous looks on their faces, I'm afraid they would have been swarmed up and snatched away.
“Is this really what the queen did?”
A woman stood out from the crowd, with a bit of shyness on her face, but there was a sense of magnanimity in her words and deeds.
She looked up at the sign standing next to her and asked in surprise: "You can become a manager if you are a seasoned person? Are there any wages?"
“Naturally.”
The manager is from the young master's house after all, so he has good eyesight. When he sees this woman, he knows that she has learned etiquette at least.
Hearing what she said again, he was still literate?
At that moment, he did not dare to be negligent and said quickly: "If this lady doesn't believe it, you can go and read the notice outside the gate of the Governor's Mansion in the city. This is what the Queen said personally and what Feng Langjun did personally."
“Which Feng Langjun?”
The woman looked dishy, and she must have not had a full meal for a long time, but she was still clean, and she could not resist looking at Mi Zi, and asked politely.
“It’s Feng Langjun who made the Eight Ox Plow.”
“I don’t know.”
The woman shook her head.
Before Feng Tibi made the eight-oxen plow, Nanzhong was already in chaos, and the land could not even be plowed, let alone the eight-oxen plow.
“Feng Langjun who offered advice to Dong He and Sun Wu.”
“I don’t know either.”
“Let the rebel army go to Hanzhong to farm and atone for its sins, Feng Langjun.”
"never heard of that."
“Dudu Li’s son recognized Feng Langjun as his elder brother…”
“It’s so powerful?”
The woman was finally surprised this time.
Whether it is the emperor or the prime minister, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot see or touch it, but Governor Li can really make people feel it.
Life is indeed hard now, but if it weren't for Governor Li who kept this place peaceful, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to survive.
The person who can be recognized as a brother by Governor Li's family must be an extraordinary person.
In addition, Governor Li’s people were standing beside him at this time, and Feng Langjun was so close to Li Langjun. What was the difference between this matter and Governor Li’s personal actions?
A group of people believed it on the spot for another five or six points.
“How can we be called an expert at spinning and weaving?”
The woman seems to be indeed different from those country women who have never seen the world. At this time, she can still ask such questions.
"On an ordinary loom, if you can weave two pieces of cloth a day, you can be called a skilled hand. When you arrive in Hanzhong, it goes without saying about food and accommodation. Ordinary weavers eat twice a day to keep them full. The stewards eat one more meal at noon, and they eat more than The steamed pancakes are pretty good.”
The steward was very eloquent, foaming at the mouth as he spoke, and then picked up a spoon and stirred the rice to make the rice smell stronger.
“There are four sets of clothes to change throughout the year, one set for each season.”
“But, I still have children at home…”
The woman was also very excited and her face was a little red. It seemed that she also felt that her request was too much.
“It doesn’t matter, Feng Langjun of Hanzhong is a young hero that even the prime minister praised!”
The steward quickly said, "Anyone who has children at home can bring them with them. There are people in the textile workshop who specialize in taking care of children. On weekdays, when you go to work, the children in the workshop will gather together and have someone to look after them. If you are at work, If the students perform well in the workshop, someone will teach them how to read."
“Teach literacy?”
The woman's eyes suddenly widened and she said excitedly, "Is this true?"
“That’s what you need to do well.”
“The performance must be good, the performance must be good!”
The woman nodded repeatedly. Although she was literate, she was not very literate.
And just because she is literate, she knows that literacy is not an easy task.
She is a woman, even if she is willing to teach, even if she does not use paper on a daily basis, but where can she find pens, ink, knives, bamboo slips, etc.? These are no small expenses.
Not to mention that even eating is now a problem.
“May I ask how to get to Hanzhong?”
The woman no longer wants to explore whether this matter is true, or in other words, even if it is not true, there is nothing worse than the current situation.
Men may be better off, but as a woman, especially in the dark, reality is no different from a nightmare.
"Come on, come on! This is a contract. Does this lady want to hear the content?"
The steward finally received the first order, and he was so excited that he quickly took out the drafted contract.
“I believe in the queen.”
The woman's words were very clever. Since it was in the name of the queen, she thought that the mistress of the world would not deceive herself.
“Well, it’s grand. It’s really grander than a man’s.”
The steward raised his thumb and said, "This lady, all you need to do is press your fingerprints here. If there are other people in the family, please make it clear."
…
In the past, most of the older or not pretty women would stay outside the city, either looking for wild vegetables or eating tree bark to wrap their bellies, except for the occasional rice millet from the government.
The somewhat pretty girls stayed in certain specific places in the city, walking around from time to time, looking around with begging and hopeful eyes, as if they were waiting for something.
A young girl was mixed in with a swaddled baby.
Although the clothes on her body are old and have small holes in some places, they are still much cleaner than those around her, and it can be seen that the original fabric is of good quality that few people can afford.
In addition, although she was down and out, she was still standing there with shyness and a bit of a boudoir's temperament in her brows, and she still didn't seem to adapt to this situation.
It can be seen that she originally had a good family.
A man with a mean face came over, looked up and down, took a sip of saliva, and asked, "How about half a steamed cake?"
The young girl took a step back with some fear, glanced at the man, endured the fear and nausea, and shook her head slightly: "One."
“I said, you bitch, the price you charge is too high, isn’t it?”
The man smiled disdainfully, and sprayed the stench from his mouth directly at the girl, making her almost vomit, "Half is already a lot. For other people, at least it's worth two nights, but you are better, you actually want to stand up to four others in one night night?"
Maybe it was the man's bad breath that had touched the baby in the girl's arms, or maybe the baby was hungry and cried out loud at that moment.
The girl quickly coaxed the child, but the child couldn't stop crying and kept burrowing his head into her arms.
She understood that the child was hungry.
But she was always hungry, where could she get the milk?
At that moment, he glanced at the man, tears finally fell from his eyes, and he nodded, "Half, but you have to give me two more mouthfuls of millet."
The man showed a victorious smile, nodded and said: "That's okay,"
He sighed again in a pretentious manner, "Who told me to be kind-hearted?"
(End of this chapter)