Chapter 79 Lu Bingbing’s little thoughts
"By the way, Brother Lu, the housekeeper told us just now that there are people living down the **** at the other end. Tell me, when Feng Langjun asked us to live here, did he save it for us to keep an eye on those people? thought?"
At this time someone raised such a question.
The scar-faced veteran didn't answer immediately. He was probably thinking about it. After a while, he said, "I can't say for sure. The man over there seems to be a familiar man. When he entered the village, he was seen following him down to the ground. I guess. He is a slave bought by the master, but since he is a servant, we should pay more attention to him first."
Although autumn has entered, the lingering power of the autumn tiger in Sichuan is still there. The scar-faced veteran and his party washed themselves up and came out. Although they were only wearing the boxer briefs specially sent to them by Feng Zhuang, they did not have to worry about catching cold. This place is behind the village, and the people on the village are busy in the fields. Even if a few people are naked, there is no need to worry about people from outside the village coming to see it. As for the clothes soaked in willow water, let them dry in the sun for half a day. By dusk, they will be almost dry, so you don't have to worry about having no clothes to wear tomorrow.
“This thing is quite novel,” someone pulled up the boxer briefs. “This Jincheng is indeed the capital of the Han Dynasty. Even the shorts are cooler than elsewhere.”
“You put on a raincoat and let the air flow underneath, wouldn’t it be just as cool?” Someone next to me teased.
Everyone laughed and seemed to be in a good mood. Although everyone had to wash themselves and soak everything in willow water just now, and even the hair had to be scattered and washed carefully, no one was dissatisfied. Because the more they go through this, the more they can see how much the owner of the village values them. They are all old people who have been through the struggle between life and death, and their eyesight is still valuable. It seems that the village that settled on the edge of Jincheng is somewhat confident, and naturally I feel happy.
“I’ve just been on the road yesterday and ate some wild vegetable dumplings for breakfast. Now I’m thirsty and hungry, and the village didn’t even ask to bring us some water.” Someone complained slightly.
The scar-faced veteran glared at him and cursed: "Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat! You don't even have to urinate and look at yourself. Do you think you can live by eating three meals a day? Only noble people can eat three meals a day." ! If you, a poor beggar, don't starve to death, thank God. When you are thirsty, go to the field and drink a few sips of water. You have endured it for so long, and now you have reached the field, and you still have half a day to do?"
While they were talking here, they suddenly heard the bell ringing "dang dang dang" from Zhuangzi's side. The farmers in the fields in the distance made a small noise, and then they all put down their work and stood up together. Rush to Zhuangzi.
“What is this for?”
Several people stretched their necks in surprise and looked at the place where Zhuangzi rang the bell, but they couldn't see any clues, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This was Zhuangzi they would rely on in the future, so don't just arrive by yourself. Something happened somewhere. At that time, even if it has nothing to do with any of them, it would be unsightly to be regarded as the bad luck that he and others brought from among the dead.
“How about we go take a look? Maybe we can be of some help?”
"There's no rush." The scar-faced old man was able to keep his composure, "Looking at the way the farmer walked, he didn't appear to be in a hurry, so it shouldn't be a big deal. If we really want to take action, the village will naturally send someone to tell him. Don't forget, when we first entered the village, the two boys who blocked Feng Langjun behind them, if they were to fight **** the battlefield, they would definitely not be able to beat us, but if they were just in terms of skill, they would probably be better than us. "
In fact, the scar veteran who took the lead had a deeper thought in his heart. Even if it was really urgent, if someone came to ask for help, the favor would be different than if he took the initiative to help others. The greater the favor, the less likely outsiders like myself will be bullied in the future.
It is common sense that old villagers have a higher status than outsiders, so I can’t blame this scar-faced veteran for having such an idea.
"This is the Zhongming Ding Food House!" Zhao Guang stood at the highest point of the open space above the village, watching the farmers below holding pottery food bowls, consciously lining up in two rows, stepping forward one by one, starting from the cook He Amei took the steamed buns and soup in his hands and couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Zhuang Shang, even the villagers can be ranked in the military formation. I am really impressed by this."
"Military formations are bullshit! Do you still use military formations for this?" Feng Yongyong glanced at Zhao Guang with disdain and couldn't speak properly, "Whoever doesn't line up will have nothing to eat. Go to your Zhuangzi and try it. , everyone is kept like this, how can anyone dare to be disobedient?"
In fact, the housekeeper was firmly opposed to having lunch from the beginning. Eating three meals a day is a treatment reserved only for nobles. Farmers who dig in the dirt and have a hot meal in the morning and evening are those who have accumulated virtue in their previous lives! But in Feng Yong's view, work efficiency is the first priority. Bankers work all day long. Can breakfast last for a whole day? Can you do a **** job when you're hungry?
Unable to resist Feng Yong's insistence, the housekeeper finally took a step back and gave each person only two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup for lunch - it was said to be hot soup, but actually it just means boiling water, adding a few vegetable leaves and some salt. , the water is so bland that you can’t taste the saltiness at all. In this way, everyone in the villagers was grateful and ate happily.
The housekeeper was worried about the food for several days and said that if the situation continued like this, the government would be defeated. Feng Yong is completely immune to this kind of intimidation. It's not like he has never studied mathematics. The food stored in the house will be enough to last until next summer. In the past two years, Old Demon Zhuge will only let the people of Shu recuperate and recuperate. It is impossible to launch troops. What are you afraid of? Dujiangyan will come into play next year, and there will be no shortage of food. Otherwise, where would Old Demon Zhuge have the confidence to send troops to pacify Nanzhong the next year?
“By the way, Uncle Zhao, don’t forget to send someone to bring some food to those people behind the village.”
Feng Yong looked at the butler not far away, whose mouth was twitching and his face full of distress. He really couldn't bear to let him look at it any more, so he said to the butler.
The steward came over, saluted, and said, "Go back to my lord, my old servant just asked Niu Wa and others to send him there."
"How to do it?" Feng Yong was shocked, "All of those veterans have killed people, and they are full of violence, so don't frighten them."
The housekeeper glanced at Feng Yong with a strange expression. He didn't know what he was thinking: "What the Lord said, who in this world has never seen a dead person? You are not afraid of dead people, but you are afraid of a few living people who have killed people?" That son of a bitch, his father-in-law, sister, and brother all died violently in front of his eyes. Now he is not the good boy of our village? I heard that he and his mother, orphan and widower, buried people in the ground. I'm going." The butler said, and suddenly sighed again, "That's why I met a good person like the master, look!" At this point, he pointed at the farmer below who was eating steamed buns, "Work. They are all enjoying themselves, and even those who have land cannot eat like this..."
After all is said and done, you still feel sorry for food!
(End of this chapter)