"Xiao Zhao, why didn't Xiaoyun come?"
Looking at Zhao Ming, who had changed into regular clothes and came to serve tea alone, Mr. Feng had a strange look on his face.
"Oh, you boy, it's Xiaoyun's first time. You are such an energetic young man and you don't know how to control yourself. Xiaoyun is your mother-in-law now. If you don't treat her well, I won't forgive you!"
Master Feng's expression became solemn.
Zhao Ming was a little embarrassed, but he was a little too complacent last night. Under the stimulation of wine, he was like a pile driver.
Feng Yunyun suffered a lot.
However, although Feng Yunyun is young, she is indeed a beauty, both in figure and voice.
Last night, Zhao Ming saw Feng Yunyun's unique bel canto talent.
"Master, I...I'll pay attention next time."
"You still call me master?"
Master Feng said with a playful look on his face.
"I've met my father-in-law!"
Zhao Ming also rarely showed a smile. In fact, it was a good thing to have such a marriage.
At least he finally had a place to stay.
Since his rebirth, he has been the son of an ordinary farmer.
In fact, the family was quite wealthy originally, and my grandfather’s generation left nearly a dozen acres of land to the family, which was enough for the family to live on.
But the old Zhao family is so fertile, and together with Zhao Ming, the youngest, there are five brothers in total.
Among them, the second and third children were all captured and sent to fight on the front lines. The fourth child died young just after he was born.
Later, when a famine broke out, the family didn't have much food, and most of it was robbed. The family saw more and more people fleeing the famine, and the land could no longer grow any food.
They might as well join the army fleeing from famine. The first month was fine, and the family was still living on each other. Although there were troubles along the way, the three strong laborers did not dare to be coveted by outsiders.
But with so many people, the rations were consumed quickly. In less than a month, Zhao's father and mother Zhao sold Zhao Ming while crying.
Zhao Ming's reaction to this kind of thing was very normal. He was not close to the original parents of this body after he was reborn, so they should be separated.
In the end, half a catty of grain was exchanged, but the merchant was also heartless and did not let Zhao Ming do any dirty work.
Later, Zhao Ming found out that he was going to be sold to some special kilns in the south because of his good looks.
Reluctantly, Zhao Ming ran away, and this was the scene of him escaping alone.
Now that Master Feng is treating him with great courtesy, it would be false to be unmoved.
"Xiao Zhao, you have a bright mind. Can you tell us how long our famine will last?"
"The minimum guarantee is two years, and it may even reach four or even five years!"
Zhao Ming thought for a moment and then replied that he came up with the answer by recalling the memories of his previous life. He remembered that the drought lasted for five years in total.
"Well..." Mr. Feng nodded when he heard this, without saying anything or disapproving.
"Then tell me, what should we do if Fengjiazhuang wants to continue to establish a foothold here? What preparations are needed now?"
"Buy guns, train troops, grab food!"
Zhao Ming's words were concise and concise, but what he said made Master Feng a little surprised.
Most people would not just open their mouths to do this kind of thing.
"Xiao Zhao, our Fengjiazhuang's food rations can only last for two years at most. Is it really going to get to that point?" Mr. Feng was a little embarrassed.
Buying guns and training soldiers is not uncommon in some big villages. Who hasn't ordered a private weapon?
If you just take the initiative to grab food, there will usually be very little.
Rich families usually don't have to worry about food and drink. Even if they misappropriated farmland before, they still have to find a reason. And the most critical point is, whose food is being robbed?
In this year of famine, who has extra food to grab? If this was robbed, more people would starve to death.
"My father-in-law, my son-in-law, to put it bluntly, we still have too many people in Fengjiazhuang!"
"There are quite a lot of people, but most of the people in Zhuangzi are tenants of my Feng family. They have been working with our Feng family for several generations. If we drive them away... I'm afraid it won't be good. !~"
Mr. Feng was even more embarrassed. He felt that the famine would not be just this year, but he didn't believe it would be five years.
Master Feng's answer was as expected, and Zhao Ming nodded. Since it was not feasible to eliminate some redundant people, he could only use other methods.
"Then we can only buy guns, train troops and grab food! Father-in-law, since you don't want to abandon the villagers, then we can only go and rob others ourselves."
"But... this gun is not easy to get, and who should we rob? Rich people have as many guards as us."
"Father-in-law, as long as you want to rob me, my son-in-law has a target now! As long as you can get me fifty cavalry, this may be possible!"
Zhao Ming clasped his fists solemnly as he spoke, obviously having a plan in mind.
"Oh!~"
Mr. Feng became a little more interested.
It seems that there is no shortage of food now, but if we eat too much, it will hit the bottom this year. If we save some food, whether we can last until the end of next year is a question.
"It seems that you have a plan, Xiao Zhao. Please tell me who the target is and how much food can be grabbed. Is there any trouble?"
Who cares about the lack of food these days?
As for fifty horses, Fengjiazhuang can still get them together, and it will be easier to find good horse riders.
"Father-in-law, do you know this Fengxiang?"
"Oh, of course I know, this is an important place!"
"Then you must have heard that Fengxiang is fighting now, right?"
"I heard something. I heard that Mr. Feng sent people to attack Fengxiang some time ago. It seems that the bandit warlords there are entrenched here. They are called kidnappers.
Guaizi was a lame man. He had been a swordsman in the Fuping area in his early years, and later joined the Yingguo Army.
I heard that he was still a high-ranking official, but he later lost the battle and became a deserter. However, this man was determined to be evil and quickly gathered a large group of remnants.
Well...it seems that he has been in Fengxiang for several years, and he calls himself a division commander, but the superiors never recognize him, so everyone also calls him a bandit warlord. "
Speaking of this, Master Feng couldn't help but be speechless.
"Tsk, tsk, I passed by there last year. The city wall was much higher and many trenches were dug. It seems like Fengxiang is being treated as a den of thieves!
Why, your boy is not going to attack Fengxiang with fifty cavalry, is he?"
As he spoke, Master Feng felt something was wrong and his expression became serious.
That night, he felt that Zhao Ming was a boy who was both wise and courageous, but also extremely courageous. There was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.
"How could this happen to my father-in-law? My son-in-law has just gotten married and the baby has not yet given birth. We can't let Xiaoyun remain a widow, right?" Zhao Ming smiled.
These words made Mr. Feng relieved, but he was still quite nervous.
"You really don't want to attack Fengxiang? Then what food are you planning to grab? Whose food?"
"My father-in-law, Fengxiang, is an idiot now. I am passing by him on my way to escape. He looks like a hedgehog. Even if I have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, I won't dare!"
"Then whose food are you planning to rob?" Mr. Feng was even more curious. Since you have no interest in Fengxiang, why do you always mention Fengxiang?
Zhao Ming grinned and uttered a few words, "Grab the army rations!"
