Chapter 277 Mating Rights
Old soldier Lu, who was almost forty years old, looked at the shy woman in front of him with a silly smile on his face, as if the young gentleman had met his sweetheart.
"Si Niang, sister, the Lord went out a few days ago and brought back a lot of cattle and sheep. Some of them were injured and looked like they couldn't be saved, so they simply killed them for meat."
“I divided two roujiamo buns. Thinking that you haven’t eaten mutton for a long time, I asked the chef to bring one stuffed with mutton for you to try.”
Speaking, Mr. Lu handed over the meat bun in his hand.
"Lu Lang, I'm eating well. You were injured on the battlefield before and lost a lot of blood. You'd better eat more meat to replenish your body."
Deng Si didn’t take Lu Laozu’s meat bun and pushed it back.
“What’s the good of eating that millet every day?”
Lu Laozu grabbed Deng Si's hand and stuffed the meat bun into her hand.
“My body is fine and I don’t need any repairs.”
After looking at the weavers on the road who had already entered the canteen, Mr. Lu held Deng Si's hand and refused to let go. He rubbed it a few times, winked and whispered, "You will understand later."
Deng Si's face turned slightly red, but she had grown up among Hu people after all. She was not as shy as a Han woman. Instead, she widened her watery eyes and asked, "Lu Lang, our Did you tell the Lord about it?"
Lu Laozu then let go of his hand and touched his head, and said, "Not yet. The master just came back yesterday and said he wanted to rest for a few days. But don't worry, Miss Si Niang, the master is kind-hearted and will definitely agree with us. Marriage."
“The master is naturally kind-hearted, but even though I have registered as a household registration, I have signed a five-year contract, and I am a barbarian girl after all. I don’t know if the master will let you marry me.”
Whenever he talks about this matter, Deng Si always looks worried.
She has been discriminated against since she was a child. Although she is considered an enviable figure in front of Hu Nu recently, she still has some inferiority in her heart.
"Don't talk nonsense. Once you register, you are a Han family. How can you still be a Hu girl?"
Lu Laozu retorted, "Don't say this again. If someone hears it, they will laugh. My lord has already said that you are from the Han family. Who dares to say that you are a Hu girl? If anyone dares to say this again, he will be punished directly. If you twist yourself in front of the master, you won't be able to beat him to death."
“No one said that, it’s just what I think in my heart.”
Deng Si quickly coaxed, "You'd better find an opportunity to talk to the master. Otherwise, if the master doesn't nod his head, I will feel uneasy."
"It's done." Mr. Lu nodded, "Come in quickly. Just eat this with millet seeds. It's very delicious."
“I know.”
Deng Si nodded, walked to the door of the canteen, and looked back again.
I saw Old Man Lu looking at her with saliva, his face turned red again, he turned around and disappeared into the cafeteria.
Lao Zu Lu smacked his mouth in disappointment and thought to himself, in the future, he still has to find opportunities for Si Niang to eat more meat and make her fatter. Otherwise, look at that **** and balls, how many babies can she have?
Thinking in my heart, I walked back, not wanting to turn a corner and see my master squatting on the roadside without any image, looking at me.
“I have seen the Lord, why is the Lord here?”
Lao Lu quickly stepped forward to salute.
Feng Yong had no expression on his face and stared at Old Man Lu for a while, then asked, "How long has it been?"
“How long has it been?”
Lao Lu was a little confused.
Lao Lu looked at Feng Yong cautiously and asked, "Master, do you know everything?"
“I’ve been squatting here for almost half an hour, what do you think?”
Feng Yong looked at Old Man Lu from side to side, and the curious expression on his face could no longer be hidden, "You two really see eye-to-eye?"
It shouldn’t be!
This young man in Deng Si's prime years...well, how could a young woman like such a veteran ruffian?
Lao Lu was a little embarrassed, "I really saw him right."
As he said that, he looked at Feng Yong carefully and said, "The villain originally wanted to find an opportunity to tell the Lord, but he didn't expect that the Lord would see it first. He didn't mean to hide it from the Lord."
Feng Yong waved his hand, "I don't care about this kind of thing as long as the two of them see each other in the right eye. But there is a prerequisite, no force. Those female weavers are all pitiful people."
“If anyone dares to use shady means, break three legs and then throw them out of Nanxiang County, do you understand?”
With too many people, security problems will definitely arise.
Feng Yong was not in the mood to formulate any public security regulations. Those female weavers were the support of the textile workshops. Anyone who made life difficult for them was to prevent them from making money. Such people should be beaten to death directly.
“I understand, I understand. The Lord is kind-hearted, who doesn’t know that?”
Lao Lu grinned, "Don't worry, my lord, Si Niang and I just look at each other right. The villain has told Si Niang a long time ago that there is nothing shady about this, but she is worried, so she keeps urging the villain I need to report to my lord."
Hmm, this Deng Si, it’s true that I set her up as a role model, her ideological consciousness is very high.
“Tell me,” Feng Tibi was very interested in gossiping, “who fell in love with whom first?”
"It's natural that the villain fell in love with her first. Besides, if the villain hadn't fallen in love with her first, how could Si Niang dare to be friendly with the villain?"
The nearly forty-year-old man, who had killed countless people on the battlefield, scratched his head honestly at this moment, "I'm not bragging. In this textile workshop, there are countless women who want to be close to me." Woolen cloth."
“Stop bragging!”
Feng Tibi burst out laughing, "How old are you? How old are they? I'd be thankful if one of you can take a fancy to you. How many more do you want?"
Lao Lu blushed, "Master, what the villain said is not a lie. There are so many women in this textile workshop. Although they rely on the kindness of the master, they can survive without men. But When you have a man at home, you always have someone to rely on, right?"
“That’s the truth.”
Feng Yong nodded, "You old soldiers are mostly alone. If there is a woman at home, there won't be no one lighting the stove all day long. But what does this have to do with whether others think highly of you or not?" "
“How does it not matter?”
Lao Lu chuckled, "A woman in a textile workshop wants to get married, but a husband like my master doesn't dare to hope. Apart from me and other old soldiers, are there other men?"
Of course there are, and there are also those captured Hu people...
However, how can it be so easy for those barbarians to get mating rights?
Unless they can obtain household registration.
From a class perspective, the female weavers under Feng Yong can be regarded as white-collar workers of this era.
Those old soldiers are their preferred target group.
Although they are generally older than them, they know what they want most after experiencing hunger, cold, lack of clothing, and even death.
(End of this chapter)