Chapter 80 The appearance of the dog
When Feng Yong saw that the housekeeper was nagging again, his forehead hurt, and he quickly interrupted him: "Even so, we can't let the children go. When I saw them for the first time, I felt guilty. I really want to The child is frightened, but what should we do?”
"The master is delicate and the children on the farm are thick-skinned. How can they be compared with the master? Master, please rest assured that nothing will happen to you. Besides, what is the use of adults for such a trivial matter? They have finished eating and must not go down quickly. Do you want to work on the land?" The butler looked matter-of-fact, and what he said was a classic for later generations to describe the darkness of feudal society.
Wang Xun had an expression of approval on his face: "If Aweng could have met a person like my brother back then, why would he have risked his life to go to the battlefield?" But then he had a look of rejoicing, "Fortunately, this is how I met my little brother. Brother."
Looking at the indifferent Zhao Guang again, Feng Yongyou could not help but wonder. Was he the only one who thought the veteran was scary? Do indigenous people really produce some kind of antibodies?
“Then why are you two so nervous when facing them?”
Wang Xun chuckled: "At that time, I felt that they were full of blood and knew that they had killed many people. According to the rules on the battlefield, enemies and friends are not allowed to get close to each other before they argue."
Zhao Guang said "Oh", thought for a while, and said: "I just felt that something was wrong with them. When I saw Zizhi coming up, as a brother, I naturally had to cooperate."
I understand. It seems that the housekeeper is right. It seems that he is still too delicate. There is no way. If you have not experienced the cruelty of this world, you will naturally not understand the indigenous people's thoughts on this kind of thing. Although when he was training in the army, he was kicked into a black hole in the ground by the instructor and picked up human bones, but after all, he had never faced a dead person in person. Moreover, in his own memory, the previous owner of this body basically remembered what happened after entering Shu. He was probably a child before entering Shu, so he didn't leave much memory.
“Hey, someone is coming.”
While the veterans were speculating about what happened in Zhuangzi, someone noticed a few people walking from the place where the bell was ringing.
Could it be that something really happened and you came here to ask me for help? The veterans murmured in their hearts.
When they got closer, they realized that it was the kid who boiled water for them to bathe in front of them, wasn't it? Why are you still carrying something in your hand?
“Boy, what are you doing?” The people who came over were all half-grown boys, and there were a few rough guys who were half-dressed and didn’t need to cover up anything.
The two children walking in the front each held a bamboo cage in their hands, and they could not see what was inside. The two taller men at the back were carrying a small wooden bucket together. You could see that the soup was steaming inside, with a few vegetable leaves floating on it. The child at the end is holding several pottery bowls in his hands.
I was talking about wanting to drink some water, but unexpectedly it was delivered to me.
Gouzi put down the cage in his hand, saluted, and said, "Go back to the elder. I am following the order of my master to bring food to the elder." After saying that, he opened the cage, revealing the white steamed buns inside. , "Elder, please forgive me, this meal has been done in a hurry, and I can only share two for each person. The master said that we will make more for the elders during dinner time."
"Baby, what are you talking about? This...is this for us to eat?" Veteran Scar pointed at the steamed buns and asked smacking his lips. In his opinion, if he could only take a few mouthfuls of hot soup, he would be satisfied. , a miserable person who even eats wild vegetable dumplings for breakfast, how dare he expect to have food when the sun is still high in the sky?
"Yes. It's just that we were a little less prepared. There are only two per person. I hope the elders don't mind." Gouzi said politely with a smile on his face from beginning to end. The children behind him all stood in silence consciously. It's so hard not to talk.
"Don't you dare!" Veteran Scar waved his hands repeatedly, "How could a rough guy like me dare to think about having food in broad daylight? Please go back and tell the master, saying that I and others are really serious I can't afford such courtesy. I just want to be like the farmers on the farm and be able to dig some food under Mr. Feng, and I'll be satisfied."
Gouzi turned his body slightly to show respect, "These food are taken from the food of everyone on the farm. Now is the time to plow the fields, and the master's family has given them to everyone who works in the fields. The two steamed buns are not specially made for the elders. Please don’t misunderstand me. Besides, my mother is also a farmer in the village, so I cannot be called the husband of the elders."
“The son of a banker?!”
This time it was not only Old Man Scar, but there was even a sound of breathing behind him. I originally thought it was shocking enough that the owner of the house allowed the banker to eat such food, but I didn't expect that the young man in front of me, who seemed to come from a wealthy family, turned out to be the son of a banker.
"Could Mr. Xiao Lang be lying to me?" Old Scar glanced at Gouzi suspiciously, and then pointed at the children lined up silently behind Gou Zi, "Don't say he is as polite as Mr. Xiao Lang. , even if these kids behind me are said to be servants trained by wealthy families, I’m afraid some people will believe them, right?”
Gouzi crossed his hands in front of his belly and lowered his head slightly: "I really don't dare to hide it from the elders. The boy and others are all sons of the villagers. I just recognized a few words and learned some etiquette from the master's family, but I didn't dare to let the elders know it." Misunderstand."
"Literacy?" Someone among the veterans cried out, "Young man, please don't lie to me. I and others came from the southern barbarian land. I don't know. This is a family with hundreds of acres of fertile land. They may not dare to say they are literate." ."
"That's Zhuangzi elsewhere, not Fengzhuang." When Gouzi said this, several children involuntarily puffed up their chests, with confidence on their faces, "My master's family is a descendant of an elite. It is different from others, even the Prime Minister has praised it! All children of Feng Zhuang's age must follow the master's family to learn to read. This is the rule."
The old man with Scar had a look of disbelief on his face. His eyes widened and his lips trembled. He grabbed Gouzi's shoulders and asked loudly: "Is this serious?"
The scarred old man's hand was a little too strong, and Gou Zi's face showed a look of pain: "Elder, you hurt me."
"Brother Lu, don't get excited!" Someone rushed out from behind and helped Gouzi to open his hands on his shoulders. "Be careful of hurting Gouzi!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the Scar veteran, who had looked down on life and death, came to his senses, with a look of remorse on his face. He wanted to reach out, but he retracted and asked again and again, "Is the baby okay? Is he hurt? Are you on fire?"
The two people who rushed out carefully opened Gouzi's clothes and saw bruises on both shoulders. They immediately complained: "Why is the eldest brother so strong?"
"It's no use talking about it now!" Veteran Scar was so anxious that he didn't dare to step forward. When he heard the two people say this, he immediately cursed, "It's important to check the baby's injuries first! Are you injured? What's next? All I have to do is kneel down and come to your door to apologize."
(End of this chapter)