Chapter 64: Zhang Xing

Chapter 64 Zhang Xing

Guan Ji came back soon. Huang Yueying looked up at the sun, then at Zhang Xing, and then at Feng Yong. Her eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she thought of. She said to Feng Yong: "The sun is too big. You help me keep an eye on Siniang here. Don't let her run around and bask in the sun. I'll ask them to measure the land." After that, he knelt down and said to Zhang Xing, "Siniang, have a good time with Mr. Feng. You stay here, you know?" After saying that, she called Zhao Guang and Guan Ji and left in a hurry. It seemed that she wanted to go to the ground to measure it herself.

At this time, food is the top priority. Even the emperor has to go out of court, and officials at all levels have come out of the government offices to supervise the autumn harvest. Therefore, it is definitely not a shameful thing for Huang Yueying to go to the ground as the Prime Minister's wife. On the contrary, it is a commendable thing. Especially in the Han and Tang dynasties, the atmosphere was open and it was normal for women to show up. Unlike some self-castrating dynasties in later generations, when men are no longer good, they suppress women to the point of deformity.

The more confident a dynasty is, the freer women are.

In future generations, Huang Yueying will definitely be the kind of strong woman who can work in the hall, in the kitchen, and can also be a CEO outside. She is simply perfect.

This old demon Zhuge is worth his time in this life!

Feng Yong felt very envious and jealous.

Finally, he could sit down. Feng Yong pulled Zhang Xing to his side and carefully looked at the pink and jade girl in front of him. Didn’t he think that Zhang Fei was a black-faced man? How could she give birth to such a beautiful daughter? Could it be that some people in later generations were right to say that Zhang Fei was actually a white-faced scholar? I wanted to ask Zhang Xing what her father looked like, but when I thought about how sad it might be for the little girl, I decided not to.

“When I was sleeping just now, did you use something to tickle your itch?” Feng Yong casually pulled the dog's tail grass and turned it around in front of the girl's eyes.

Xiao Zhang Xing rolled his eyes and said crisply: "I wasn't the one who woke Feng Langjun up."

“Oh? Who woke me up?” Feng Yong thought of the incident where his ears were twisted in his sleep just now, and thought, could someone really have pinched my ears?

“I can’t say that.” Zhang Xing chuckled and clapped his hands, “It’s not me anyway.”

嘁!

Feng Yong pulled a few more pieces of dogtail grass and folded them a few times. A puppy appeared in his hand, shook it, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were bright, and he moved his eyes left and right as the grass dog moved, and nodded repeatedly: "If you want it, Feng Langjun, do you want to give it to me?"

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but you have to tell me what happened just now. Did someone twist my ears while I was sleeping?" Feng Yong said seductively with an expression on his face that said, "I am a good uncle." .

"yes…"

Zhang Xing just said a word, and immediately stopped again. He glanced at the grass dog reluctantly, as if he had made a great decision, and turned his head, "I can't say. This grass dog is not good-looking, I don't want it anymore."

Feng Yong said "tsk" again, thinking, "I can't deal with a little girl like you?"

Thinking about it, I got up and broke off a thin willow branch, twisted it left and right, and pulled off the middle branch, leaving only the bark. Then I pinched it into a finger-long section, flattened it, put it in my mouth and blew, and a whistle sounded. .

He nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that his childhood skills had not been lost. He squatted down again, waved the willow whistle, and said seductively: "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were full of longing, and he nodded vigorously: "I think so."

Feng Yong reached out and handed it over: "Here you go."

Zhang Xing's eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons, he took it and blew it hard with joy, then turned his head and said: "I thank Zhang Langjun!"

The sound of "concubine" made Feng Yong feel itchy in his heart and asked: "Can you tell me now if someone has pinched my ears?"

Zhang Xing blew the whistle a few more times, then reluctantly returned the whistle to Feng Yong, shook his head and said, "No."

Fuck! I feel like my IQ has been crushed by a little girl!

"Then I can't tell you." Zhang Xing immediately took back his whistle and looked at Feng Yong warily.

“Don’t tell me.”

Feng Yong thought to himself that this was really Zhang Fei’s son? Where is the reckless man you promised? Or is it because Xiahou has good genes?

“You really don’t want me to say it?”

“I really don’t want it.”

“Then Mr. Feng, can you give me that weed dog?”

“You said it was ugly, right? I’ve already thrown it away.”

“Then can you make another one? Make one good-looking.”

Two voices, one large and one small, sounded under the willow tree.

When Huang Yueying came back from her busy work, what she saw was Feng Yong and Zhang Xing sitting side by side by the river. The two of them were singing a weird and unknown slang song: "...Big brother, okay, let's go catch loaches..."

“Feng Langjun, what does big brother mean?”

“That’s what the barbarians in the west call me, which means elder brother.”

“What about the loach? What is it?”

“It’s the **** that grows in the thin mud.”

“Is catching **** fun?”

"It's very fun, just like catching fish. But it's much more difficult than catching fish, because the squid is hidden in the mud, and you have to dig through the mud to find it."

“Can you take me to catch squid?”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting dirty? It’s all mud.”

"I'm not afraid. When it rained last year, I secretly squeezed the house with mud, and then my mother beat me up. Now my mother wants me to read and practice martial arts every day, and I have to be a female celebrity at night. I can't play around anymore." Xing held up his chin with both hands and looked into the distance dreamily. The little person actually still missed her, "I can only visit my aunt when I have free time every few days."

Poor child, it seems that the hearts of parents all over the world are the same and have not changed for thousands of years.

Feng Yonggang wanted to reach out and touch Zhang Xing's little head, but there was a sudden cough behind him. He was so shocked that he immediately retracted and turned around to see that Huang Yueying was already standing behind the two of them.

Feng Yong's old face turned red for a rare moment. He stood up and said hello to Huang Yueying: "Madam, are you done with your work?"

Huang Yueying's expression was as usual, as if she had not noticed Feng Turtle's obscene mentality just now, and nodded: "The measurement is over. When the grains are harvested and dried, don't forget to weigh them all."

"Madam, please rest assured, I will certainly not forget this." Feng Yong patted his chest as a promise, and when he saw that Huang Yueying didn't say anything else, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, I feel strange: No, why did I suddenly feel guilty just now?

Fengzhuang will definitely have a bumper harvest of grain this year. The only thing people are worried about is how much more grain can be harvested? Especially the lower field that the owner personally pointed out turned out to be even better than the upper field. The master had learned the magic of immortality from an expert, and this news spread widely among the bankers. So at the beginning of the year, people in Xiali Village said that the family had become hysterical and ran into the mountains. In fact, they went to learn magic from gods. It was ridiculous that the people in Xiali Village were blinded by chicken **** and were talking nonsense.

Huang Yueying looked around the inside and outside of the village, had another meal, and before leaving, she told Feng Yongyong not to forget what she had told her, and then she took the reluctant little Loli to get on the bullock cart and rush back. in town.

(End of this chapter)

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