Chapter 67: Opening up wasteland
“Aunt, aunt!”
The very cheerful little loli ran in with her skirt in hand, and each bowed to her mother and aunt. Then she stood up and looked around. She didn't find what she wanted, and she looked a little disappointed.
Seeing her daughter's expression, Zhang Xiahou's heart skipped a beat. What is this child looking for?
“Come here, Fourth Niang, my mother has something to ask you.”
Zhang Xing leaned over obediently, raised his head and asked, "What do you want to ask me?"
Zhang Xiahou thought for a long time, and then asked: "Siniang, is it more fun to be in the palace or Fengzhuang?"
As soon as Zhang Xing heard this, his eyes lit up: "It's fun in the palace."
Zhang Xiahou breathed a sigh of relief.
“But Feng Zhuang is more fun, and the emperor’s brother-in-law is not as fun as Feng Langjun.”
Zhang Xiahou almost choked in his throat.
From whom did this child learn to breathe heavily?
Zhang Xiahou had a polite yet embarrassed smile on her face: "Don't talk about your emperor's brother-in-law like that. The emperor is naturally good..."
"But it's not as fun as Feng Langjun." Zhang Xing still insisted on his belief and tried hard to convince his mother, "The emperor's brother-in-law doesn't know how to weave dog dogs out of weeds, and he doesn't know how to make willow whistles out of willow branches. If there is still something, I can’t fish for it, let alone...”
"Okay, okay..." Zhang Xiahou interrupted her daughter. She didn't know what it felt like. She was still struggling with selling her daughter for glory just now. Unexpectedly, her daughter had already sold her daughter before she started selling. You sold it, it's really...my daughter, how can I sell you for a good price if you are like this?
With a smile on her face, Huang Yueying said to Zhang Xiahou: "Sister, what do you think...?"
Zhang Xiahou reluctantly pushed her daughter towards Huang Yueying and said with a wry smile: "What else can I say? I can't blame her for not being as noisy as she used to be to enter the palace these days. She always talks about some concessions." It turns out that the root of words that people cannot understand lies here. That Feng Langjun is strange, he can even coax a child!"
The word "little child" is pronounced with a particularly strong accent.
Huang Yueying nodded understandingly: "Sister, don't worry. My younger sister said that I treat Si Niang as my own daughter, so I won't let her be wronged. Now she is still young and her temperament is not stable. In the future, Who can say for sure?"
"Sister, that's what I said." Huang Yueying lowered her head and responded.
“Siniang, would you like my aunt to take you to Fengzhuang to play?”
"Really?" Zhang Xing immediately threw herself into Huang Yueying's arms, burrowed her little head inside for a few times, and then raised her head, "Auntie is so kind!"
Zhang Xiahou's face looked a little helpless. Who is this daughter's biological child?
Perhaps God showed a rare kindness after seeing the many disasters that the Han Dynasty has suffered in recent years. Not only did it not rain during this year's autumn harvest, but it also gave many days of sunny weather in a row.
Feng Yong followed Huang Yueying's instructions and dried the grain harvested from the several acres of land spread with farmyard manure, sealed it, and waited for her to inspect it.
This approach made the banker a little worried, so he ran to ask the steward what was going on. Being slapped in the face by the butler, he cursed angrily: "When will it be your turn to dictate what the master wants to do? Apart from anything else, when has our master ever let the people in the village suffer? They are all a bunch of ghosts. Yes! If I ever hear someone gossiping behind your back, I will skin you!"
After scolding the people, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "On the day when the sickle was opened, it's not like you didn't see that a noble man came over to measure the land. The master was keeping the grain harvested from the land to prepare for The nobles are here to look at it. After the nobles have seen it, they will naturally share it with you."
The housekeeper actually hated Feng Yong's behavior of lying under the willow tree all day long and fishing. Do you think there is any master in the world who would behave like this in front of the banker? When the dealers in other villages come before their master, which one is not trembling with fear? As far as his own bank is concerned, although the banker has no disrespect for the master, when it comes to fear, he is not very afraid - this does not look like the master!
After the autumn harvest, you can rest for a few days and then prepare to plant winter wheat. But the owner of Fengzhuang is a troublemaker. After only two days of rest, he started to do some puzzling things again.
It is not strange to open up wasteland, but the nearby wasteland has been almost finished, and the owner even hit the hillside behind Zhuangzi. Can food be grown on a hillside? This is the question in the minds of the dealers, but no one dares to laugh at the owner in private anymore. In addition to being afraid that the housekeeper would hear him, Feng Yong had already convinced the banker of the village unknowingly.
The changes in Zhuangzi are getting bigger and bigger day by day, and everyone can see it. I heard from the housekeeper that this master's family is a member of an elite family, so he doesn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and lose his duty. I think there must be some reason why the master wants us to do these things, as long as we do it accordingly.
The people who live in the cave at the foot of the hillside are even more worried: This owner’s family won’t drive us away, right?
Feng Yongcai didn't bother to care about what the farmers and officials thought. He was really annoyed by the farmland policy of feudal society. You said you not only have to control whether the land is always cultivated, but you also have to control what is grown in the land. Is it too much?
These people don’t understand what a market economy is at all. In future generations, who will care what you plant in your land? There are many cases of using farmland to build houses all over the world. As long as the "chicken's fart" goes up, who cares if you have a food crisis?
There is no way to communicate with the backward feudal people. Even if you want to use a small piece of land to cultivate tea seedlings after the autumn harvest, you will be fined. This is completely unreasonable! In the end, there was no other way. Feng Yong had no choice but to put his idea on the hillside. He immediately chose a hillside where no one lived, and directly brought the people who could come out from the village to open up wasteland - I will plant some tea trees on the hillside of my house. You can always You can't say anything, can you?
At the beginning, Feng Yong thought of collecting tea seeds for planting, but later he discovered that tea trees are cross-pollinated. Only six tea trees were found on the mountains behind, and they couldn't even produce any seeds, so he collected a few. hair! Fortunately, cuttings can also be used to propagate, so Feng Yong's planting business will not be aborted.
But this way, you have to save your tea leaves - almost all the branches that can be cut down from the six tea trees have been cut down. Before new branches grow, you can't even think about picking another tea leaf!
(End of this chapter)