Chapter 237 Unknown Girl
These days, anyone who has a cow at home can be considered a village hegemon at least.
As for someone like Feng Tibi, who has two cows at home, he can directly set up a village by himself. If there is a way to get more land, it will be easy for hundreds of people to follow him and eat.
If we follow the routine of ordinary people, Feng Tibi would have been working hard at that time, thinking of ways to cultivate land, buy and sell, or merge, always thinking about expanding his village and becoming a wealthy landlord.
At the same time, marry a wife who is more energetic, get a few **** girls, and have a few babies, and then your whole life will pass.
Those who are more lucky may have the prototype of a small aristocratic family in two or three generations.
If you are unlucky and meet a prodigal son, or suffer from natural or man-made disasters, it is considered bad luck. It is normal for you to become the leader of Guizhou again and then disappear quietly.
The key is that Feng Tuluo's unconventional approach not only confused the minds of those aristocratic families, but even the prime minister of the Han Dynasty couldn't understand what he was thinking.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about money.
As if he is afraid that others will not know that he will make money, and he is very talkative. As long as he thinks of a way, he will try his best to spread the money, and insist on pulling others to get rich together.
He didn't care at all that his craftsmanship could not be revealed even if he lost his life in the eyes of others.
Now, some people may think that they have finally understood Feng Tubao’s thoughts.
Because this crude and simple method is also an extremely effective method.
In a short period of time, a large interest group quickly gathered around Feng Tibi.
Visible and intangible, if someone wants to try something against Feng Tubao, before he can do it himself, someone will definitely step forward to block his arrow.
Even as long as this country brat doesn't seek his own death, the Han Prime Minister will fight to save him - at least no one will be allowed to touch him until he is completely sure to control the wool spinning.
So to put it another way, families who have cattle at home and want to come to Hanzhong to cultivate wasteland are definitely not from Guizhou, and there are even very few ordinary farmers.
Either the family is in decline and has to think of ways to survive to avoid falling into the ranks of Guizhou leaders.
Either a small aristocratic family or a branch of an aristocratic family distributed some money and food to the common people, and then drove the people to Hanzhong to open up new places. If it works well, it will be like getting another place to blossom and bear fruit; if it doesn't work well, it won't hurt, because a **** has no human rights anyway.
In Feng Yong’s opinion, the family in front of him is more like the former.
This stubborn boy's unfamiliar way of digging the ground showed that he had never done farm work before. Looking at the field on the other side, there were two servants working, which further showed that his family was originally in a good situation.
How could such a loyal servant come from without a certain amount of accumulation over the years?
The most important thing is that the girl who continued what he said, although she was dressed in plain clothes, could not hide her beautiful face.
Although he is wrapped in coarse clothes, he is short and well-fitted. His shoulders are cut into shape and his waist is plain.
People are not coquettish but charming by nature, nothing more than that.
If she changes into good clothes, not to mention the countryside, even a small aristocratic family may not be able to cultivate such a girl with such good looks and temperament.
There is a reason why Feng Turtle squats on other people’s fields and watches them farm.
“You can’t be called a noble person,” Feng Yong saw that the girl was behaving well, so he quickly returned the gift, “Just call me Feng Yong. Have you asked me your name?”
However, the girl did not tell her where she came from. She just pointed at the boy who looked over coldly. She was blessed again and turned around. She didn't care about the dirt and leaned down to help clean up the weeds in the ground. and small stones.
Looking at those green, white and tender hands, being used for such work, Feng Tubou felt that it was a waste of natural resources.
At that moment, he sighed and said to the girl's younger brother: "Mr. Sir, your method of digging up the ground is really a waste of time."
With that said, he took off his boots, lifted up his robe, walked to the side of the Li family husband, and said, "Let me give you an example."
The stubborn boy stood still and said coldly: "You don't need to be so kind."
"I must not be rude."
As expected, the girl said afterward, "This plow was made by Feng Langjun to benefit the Han people. Is there anyone in the world who knows how to use it better than Feng Langjun?"
Speaking, he nodded to Feng Yong again, "It's really an honor to have Feng Langjun give me personal guidance."
Feng Yong asked in surprise: "Does this lady know me?"
"This kind of plow is specially made for people who have some acres of land at home. As long as this kind of plow is used, who doesn't think of Feng Langjun?"
What the girl said was very pleasing to the ear, and Feng Tubou couldn't help but feel a little carried away.
He glanced at the girl thoughtfully, then at the young man, and saw that he had already let go of the plow handle obediently.
At the moment, he was not polite. He held the handle of the plow and shouted, calling the oxen to move forward slowly.
When he was in Jincheng, in order to get the eight-ox plow, Feng Tibi had to go to the fields to try it out. This curved shaft plow is naturally used as a reference, so it has been used a few times, so it is not too unfamiliar.
But after all, he is not a person who goes to the fields all year round. He was not sure at the beginning. Although the furrows he made were straighter than that of the young man, they were not straight and good-looking.
At that moment, the young man crossed his arms and sneered. Although he didn't say a word, it was obvious that he was very disdainful.
Obviously, he regarded Feng Tubao as a lecher who came to please his sister.
Feng Tibi reached the edge of the field, looked back, and coughed in embarrassment: "The plow has not been adjusted well. It is too deep. Let me adjust the depth first."
The girl nodded with a smile, "What Feng Langjun said must be reasonable."
This girl is very nice.
Intellectual, polite, good-looking, and considerate.
Feng Turtle muttered, bent down to adjust it, turned his head again and dug a ditch, this time it was much straighter.
After turning it back and forth several times, Feng Yong let go of the plow handle and said: "Your plow is not good enough. It is too straight. It should be bent more, so that the cattle can save more energy. This is not an easy job to clear the wasteland. The cattle If you are tired, the land will not be easy to plow."
"Also, this land is newly plowed. Don't plow it so deeply in the first few times. Choose to plow it shallower. When it is cleared, plow it deeper, so that you can grow food better."
“Thank you Feng Langjun for your advice.” The girl gave another blessing.
"You're welcome. After all, I can be regarded as a farming officer in Hanzhong. This is my duty."
Feng Yong waved his hand grandly and said: "I live not far over there. If anything happens, just go and find me. Remember to give me my name."
Chapter 2 may come later.
(End of this chapter)