Chapter 29 Drunk
"Stop, why are you running? Come back!" Feng Yong shouted to Yaomei who had slipped to the door.
Yaomei slowly walked back with her head lowered and her hands twisting her clothes, as if she had done something wrong.
I didn’t say anything. What’s wrong with you looking like this?
He was already in a bad mood, and the hot weather made him even more irritable. But when he saw Yaomei's appearance, Feng Yong smiled: "Why are you panic? I won't eat you!"
Yaomei raised her head timidly, then quickly lowered her head.
“Go, bring me my fishing rod and go fishing with me.”
"Master, it's almost time to eat. Why don't you go out after eating something?" Yaomei asked with courage.
Since his family's chicken raising business started to get on the right track, Feng Yong changed the family's two meals a day to three meals a day. Anyway, there were only a few people at home and there was not enough food to take care of, so the housekeeper silently calculated the accounts and said nothing.
Eating three times a day is something only wealthy people do, and the house also eats three times a day. The main family just eats enough to support themselves. The villagers are quietly spreading the gossip, but Feng Yong said Who can control me?
“If you’re not in the mood, you can eat whatever you want and go quickly.”
Having been waiting for most of the day, the person he was waiting for never came. Feng Yong stretched his waist and decided not to wait any longer. He took Yaomei and headed straight for his fishing spot.
“It’s better to come out and feel comfortable!” Feng Yong sighed as he lay on the grass by the river, his head in the willow shade, feeling a damp and cool feeling coming from the river.
Yaomei was working hard to put on the bait, then put out the fishing line, and said to Feng Yong: "Master, it's too hot now, and there is no fish to eat."
Feng Yong curled his lips, too lazy to talk to this stupid, uneducated maid.
The fun of fishing among educated people is fishing, not fish. Even if I tell her, she doesn’t understand.
There are two completely different worlds under the willow shade and outside the willow shade. Feng Yong was a little confused by the wind. He turned over and told Yaomei: "Go, drive away the cicadas on the tree. It's so noisy that people can't sleep." Sleep."
I was worried all night and didn't sleep well last night, and I sat and waited for a long time this morning. Zhao Guang, who usually comes to eat and drink almost on time, did not show up today, which made Feng Yong a little disappointed, but he felt that it was expected. .
After all, he had offended the Guan family severely, and he was probably in a dilemma, so he had no choice but to hide at home and not go out to avoid embarrassment.
Physically and mentally exhausted, and now finally feeling a little sleepy, Feng Yong planned to lie down under a tree and sleep for the whole day.
“The world is like a chess game, people are like pieces, people are like pieces, who is holding the piece...”
After Yaomei finally managed to drive away all the cicadas on the nearby trees, when Feng Yonggang closed his eyes and wanted to have a good sleep, singing sounded again not far away.
The song was distant and had an ancient charm, but in the ears of the sleepy Feng Yong, there was a noise that was harsher than the sound of cicadas.
Who is this? Do you still have a sense of public morality if you disturb people sleeping during nap time?
The singing was getting louder and louder, and it sounded like the person was coming from the Jincheng official road and passing by Fengzhuang. Feng Yong covered his ears impatiently, hoping that the lunatic singing on the road under the sun in broad daylight would leave quickly. go.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the singing did not disappear as the pedestrians walked away as expected, but became clearer and clearer, and even felt like it was close at hand.
"Master, Junjun, that man is here." Yaomei shouted in a panic.
Feng Yong sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the singer not far away had already left the official road and was walking in his direction. After walking a few more steps, I could finally see the appearance of the person who was coming. He was about forty years old and his steps were light. The crown on his head was already tilted and looked like it was about to fall off at any time. He didn't try to straighten it, but instead She was holding a big wine gourd in her arms like a treasure, taking a sip from time to time. Her coat was half untied, and there were a lot of wine stains on her chest.
This is totally a drunkard!
"It's so hot in the hot summer. I feel so comfortable, little friend. Do you mind if I take a rest here for a while?" The visitor had a drunken blush on his face. After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Feng Yongtong disagreed or not, and just said Half smoked and half drunk, he sat down about three feet away from Feng Yong.
If I say I mind, will you just get out?
Feng Yong's nose moved. The smell of expired sour vinegar rushed straight into his nostrils, and he moved away calmly.
“Young gentleman, do you think I’m disheveled?” The visitor looked at Feng Yong with drunken eyes, burped, and smelled the smell of sour wine from a distance.
To say you are disheveled is to flatter you. You are simply sloppy, right?
"Sir, he is a famous scholar. This is not because he is disheveled, but because he is uninhibited and uninhibited. Presumably, he is also a person who does not stick to the world."
It’s disgusting, but you still have to flatter me. These days, those who can hold the title are basically officials, and for this official, it’s okay to drink during the ban on alcohol. After all, you can still get wine as long as you have a way, but Liu Bei hasn’t buried you yet. As an official, you will be all over the world. Running around and getting drunk, Feng Yong could only say: rbq, rbq.
The visitor laughed, pointed at Feng Yong and said, "You are indeed a clever man who seduces Feng Langjun. I can't blame even a person like Zhuge Kongming for falling into your trap."
This one who kills with a thousand cuts!
Feng Yongdeng suddenly changed his color and his eyes widened: "Why are you so humiliating, noble man?"
Feng Yong was not worried at all when he heard the 14th Lang scolding him like this yesterday, but now that he heard this guy say the same thing, Feng Yong wanted to push the drunkard directly to the bottom of the river so that he would never come up.
Liu Bei was defeated in Yiling, and almost every family in Shu had filial piety. How many people in Shu could have never scolded Liu Bei? But is it useful? These Guizhou leaders without any rights have never been treated as the same thing. But it would be different if the nobles scolded them. It would shake the foundation of their rule and even be recorded in the history books. They would be pulled out and whipped from time to time for countless years after their death. Just ask, are you afraid?
Why? The reason is very simple, because the nobles have the right to speak. If they say you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't do it, you can do it. If you say you can't do it, you can't do it, and you can't do it.
In the same way, Jushiro is, at best, the steward of the Guan family, but at worst, he is just a servant. Even if he scolds him to death, Feng Yong will not be afraid, because it will not harm his reputation, and you If you dare to scold you in front of me, I will dare to mess with you, and no one else will have anything to say.
But if officials who are representatives of the noble clan say such things, then Feng Yong's reputation will be determined. What a clever word, how vicious! From then on, he had the reputation of a troublemaker, which he could not wash away.
So the hole dug by the old demon Zhuge is really deep!
The drunk man was not afraid at all, and took a sip of wine as if no one else was watching. He turned his head without even looking at Feng Yong: "I just came here and saw you lying peacefully. I wonder how you can still be so calm and calm at this time when a disaster is approaching." I'm sure, but I think highly of you. It seems that the so-called 'young hero' is just an exaggeration."
Feng Yong was so angry that he was shaking all over. What if he had a brick in his hand? Just hit this guy on the head and destroy the body on the spot!
First he said that Feng Yong was a villain, and then he openly doubted Zhuge Lao Yao’s evaluation—either Feng Yong was not worthy of this evaluation, or Feng Yong told lies. No matter which one it is, Feng Yong's reputation will be ruined forever.
In this era where reputation is more important than life, people who have a little bit of face would rather commit suicide than live with a bad reputation. Even if Feng Yong is thick-skinned and can live with a bad reputation, he will definitely live an extremely hard life.
The most typical example is Liu Bei.
Liu Bei's reputation as a benevolent and virtuous man was indispensable for his ability to win the kingdom of Shu Han. Although his enemies are saying that he is hypocritical, as long as he has a good reputation, how can he be hypocritical? Liu Bei said that he was willing to be hypocritical for the rest of his life!
“The noble man has such a big talk and doesn’t know his surname?”
Hold on, hold on…
Feng Yongzai secretly warned himself to find out the details of the enemy first and not to be impulsive - if it is a less important character, let's see how I kill him! The reputation of a bad person is like murdering parents!
(End of this chapter)