Chapter 72 The root of the matter
"Madam just asked if there was enough food in the house, and after thinking about it, I guessed some reasons. It is not easy to teach these children to read and read. Although the Feng family can still afford it now, as time goes by, The expenses will be higher, so I just plan for a rainy day.”
Although she knew that what the kid in front of her said was not entirely true, Huang Yueying was not in the mood to delve into it. It was normal to have some small thoughts, as long as she was not confused about major matters.
“You want to sell tea?”
"yes."
"Inappropriate. The business of merchants is not the right way after all. Farming, studying and inheriting the family is a century-old plan. You can't rush for success, take your time. You are still young and cannot ruin your reputation for a little money. Do you understand?" Huang Yueying is sincere. For Feng Yong's sake, in her opinion, Feng Yong's behavior was also to accumulate some information for himself, which was the most normal thing.
Her Alang really didn't like the aristocratic family, because the aristocratic family would not only hide the population, but also the actual acres of land, making it impossible for the court to collect grain taxes. As for a family like the Feng family, which is even a poor family, it is the one supported by Alang the most. Only those with permanent wealth can have perseverance, and they don't have to worry about losing their tail like a big family.
Of course, if Feng Yong knew Huang Yueying’s thoughts, he would conclude that the stability of the feudal dynasty must still be based on sufficient farmers. If I had to explain it in terms of later generations, it would be: social stability must still be based on a sufficient number of middle classes.
But I’m really afraid that your Alang will **** my tea leaves when he sees them in the future!
Feng Yong sighed and said: "I understand, madam. Please rest assured, I will not make fun of my reputation."
Seeing the boy's perfunctory look, Huang Yueying felt angry. She reminded her kindly, but in exchange for him looking like this? But after thinking about it, maybe this is what his master meant behind his back. Alas, I really can’t say anything until I find out the details of this kid.
"Forget it, you are also a decisive person, so I won't say more. The sun is so bright, these children have been standing for a long time, aren't they afraid of getting sick?"
Having Sha is heat stroke.
So the so-called "working in Nanyang" is simply an artistic statement, right? If you have really been on the ground, how could you not know that real farmers' children are not afraid of the sun? It would be an exaggeration to say that you can still be alive and kicking after being exposed to the sun for a day, but there is still no problem if you stay in the sun for an hour or two.
But Huang Yueying said this, Feng Yong still wanted to give some face, and immediately said to the child: "Disband!"
At this time, even Zhao Guang, who was familiar with Feng Zhuang, changed his expression slightly. He looked at Feng Yong with admiration in his eyes: This brother of mine is indeed a man with great strategies. It was already amazing to see these children lining up some time ago, but I didn't expect that my brother had already trained them to the best of their ability without paying attention these days. Thinking about it this way, your brother must also be in the military formation, right? Well, it must be possible. Otherwise, where would the Thirty-Six Strategies of War come from?
Huang Yueying originally heard that Feng Yong was leading farmers to open up wasteland on the hillside. The first thing that came to her mind was the lower field where more grain could be harvested than the upper field. She thought that this boy was going to use his master's secret technique to plant more crops on the slope. Food, I didn’t expect to go up the **** and found out that it was not used to grow food, I was a little disappointed. Then he laughed at himself: I am still a little greedy, and it is a blessing to be able to change from the field to the field. No matter how powerful his master is, he is still not a god. How can he be so capable? Can food be grown on slopes without water?
“I want to see the child.”
Just when Feng Yong and Huang Yueying were arguing, Zhang Xiahou was sitting in the pavilion in the backyard of Zhang Mansion in Chengdu, and said to the young woman sitting opposite her, with her belly slightly protruding and fanning gently with a round fan. .
Hearing this, the pregnant young woman smiled calmly: "Don't be anxious, Mom, that Feng Langjun is still in the dark about this matter. If you suddenly want to see him at this time, he might find out the clues. If he doesn't If you are happy about this, it will cause unnecessary problems."
The young woman was wearing a phoenix gown, with smooth green silk hair hanging down to her waist, and a double-knotted crested white jade flower on her temples. She looked extremely graceful. She was the current queen and the eldest daughter of Zhang Xiahou.
"I thought it was the Prime Minister who made the decision on this matter. I also thought that my Zhang family had fallen to this point. Unexpectedly, it was you who brought it up first. Why didn't you tell me in advance? Could it be that I wasn't the fourth one? Mother?" Zhang Xiahou's tone was a little excited, and her expression could not hide her anger, but when she saw her eldest daughter's belly, she had to suppress her emotions. As someone who has experienced this, she certainly knows that she needs peace of mind during pregnancy.
Empress Zhang's face looked a little unhealthy and pale. She coughed slightly and said to her mother apologetically: "I was going to tell my mother from the beginning, but I had a bad time recently and my health was a little bit... Feeling unwell, the weather is hot, and the palace is still a little cold after all. The emperor is unwilling to let his daughter out in case she gets Sha. Except for the younger sister, even the elder brother is rarely seen. Besides, the mother is unwilling to leave the palace. The daughter is not satisfied with this. I just put some thought into the matter first and felt that there was no need to worry too much, so I never found a chance to tell my mother about it."
"Are you happy again?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou immediately forgot about blaming her daughter and asked with concern, "Is it serious?"
"I'm feeling better now, and I can eat something. Otherwise, how could my daughter come out of the palace?" The queen comforted Zhang Xiahou, "It's not easy for others to tell my mother about my little sister. It's better for my daughter to come out in person. It is more appropriate. I originally thought that this matter could not be rushed. Even after the late emperor's Zi Palace was buried, it would not be too late to inform my mother. Who knew that Feng Langjun was so great that he even went to the fields to The incident of giving birth to three stones of millet came out, which was beyond my daughter's expectation."
"You have always had your own opinion." Zhang Xiahou said with a long sigh, "The late emperor once praised you and said it was a pity that you were born a girl. If you were a man, how could you get the chance to be the student of Ma Youchang who became the prime minister? Although this matter is You decided, but I am Siniang’s mother after all, so I just want to ask, is Feng Langjun really worth what you do?"
"Mom, don't worry, my little sister is my biological sister. How could I, as a sister, harm her?" The queen spoke in a calm and gentle tone, but her eyes shone with wisdom. "This matter is actually a little bit... What a coincidence. Grandma, do you ever remember that before the late emperor attacked Wu, he asked Li Shenxian, a hermit in Qingcheng Mountain, for divination?"
“Of course I remember. But what does that have to do with this matter?”
When Liu Bei wanted to mobilize the entire country to attack Wu, he sent someone to ask Li Yi, a hermit from Qingcheng Mountain, to come to the army and perform a divination. Li Yi asked someone to take out more than forty pieces of paper, which were covered with drawings of soldiers, horses and equipment. After the drawings were completed, they were all torn into pieces. He also drew a picture of a person lying on his back, and a person beside him was digging soil to bury someone. There was also a white word written on it, After doing this, Li Yi drifted away. At that time, no one understood what he meant. It was not until later that Liu Bei was defeated in Yiling and died of illness in Baidi City. Only those who knew about this suddenly realized. Li Yi has become synonymous with living gods.
(End of this chapter)