Although it was the autumn harvest season, the sun was still scorching. Feng Yong walked around for a long time holding a torch under the bright sun. He felt that his clothes were almost soaked and his throat was a little smokey. As soon as the ceremony was completed, people were almost exhausted. They rushed to their own exclusive fishing spot, then lay down and pretended to be dead.
Yaomei is a good girl. Although she is not very good at reading and literacy, she is very agile with her hands and feet. I had prepared tea under the shade of the tree early. When I saw Feng Yong coming, I enthusiastically handed over a bowl of tea.
Yes, the water temperature is just right.
After downing two large bowls of tea, I came back to my senses.
"Go and give a bowl of tea to the housekeeper and the grandpa."
He saw the housekeeper standing on the ground talking to an old man. The old man seemed familiar. After thinking about it, he might have met him before, but he hadn't said hello. He should be from the Li family. Feng Yong then said to Yaomei. .
"Eh? Why is Erlang free to come here today?" In the Prime Minister Jincheng's mansion, Huang Yueying was holding a piece of paper and thinking hard. When she saw Zhao Guang walking in, she couldn't help but ask strangely. Under her feet, various parts were scattered on the ground, some made of wood and some made of cast iron.
Not far away, Zhang Xing was holding a small wooden stick, humming and dancing wildly, shouting: "Soldiers, there are many enemies, it is not suitable to fight! Don't panic, follow Yu to break out of the siege!"
Zhao Guang hurriedly saluted: "My aunt may have forgotten that today is the day when Feng Zhuang is sick. My aunt once said that she would go and see it."
"Hey! I almost forgot!" Huang Yueying slapped her forehead, "I have been thinking about the method of making the eight-ox plow these past few days, but I can't remember to go to Fengzhuang today." As she said this, she turned to Zhang Xing next to her He said, "Come here, Fourth Mother. I'll ask someone to escort you back to the house first. My aunt will go out later for something else."
Zhang Xing, who was on the sidelines, had already understood. After hearing the words, he threw away the small wooden stick, ran over and hugged Huang Yueying's legs, raised his head and begged: "Uncle, I also want to go to Fengzhuang. A few days ago I also told my mother that I want to go to Fengzhuang to play!"
Huang Yueying touched her head and said softly: "I have serious business here, not for fun. I will take you there another day."
Zhang Xing pursed his lips: "Auntie, don't try to deceive Siniang. I heard clearly just now that auntie is going to Fengzhuang to watch people harvesting grains. So besides farming, what else can Fengzhuang do?"
Huang Yueying frowned: "Who told you that farming is not a serious matter?"
Zhang Xing was most afraid of seeing Huang Yueying's expression, so he shrank his neck and whispered: "When I went to the palace to play a few days ago, I heard what the emperor's brother-in-law said. He said that handling government affairs is a big deal, compared to Feng Lang Jun is much stronger."
Huang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She thought it was a joke between the emperor and Zhang Xing, and thought to herself: "Although this Adou is still young, he is still an emperor. The world is based on farming, how can he Do you have such thoughts? Even if it’s a joke, you can’t talk nonsense. You have to ask Alangduo to remind the emperor.”
It was not easy to accept Zhang Xing's words at the moment, but when she heard the words "Feng Langjun", her heart moved and she said with a smile, "Since you really want to go, then it's okay to go with you, just be obedient."
"Be obedient, Siniang listens to her aunt the most." Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly.
After getting off work in the evening, I returned to my rented house, opened the refrigerator, took out the watermelon I put in in the morning, dug deeply into the middle of the melon with a spoon, and stuffed it into my mouth. I didn't need to chew it at all, just squeeze it with my mouth. The ice-cold and sweet watermelon juice filled my mouth. I swallowed it down and my whole body shivered with pleasure. Then I turned over and lay down on the sofa. I scooped out half of the watermelon and ate it. Then I turned on the TV to watch the latest news. The stock price, the fatigue of the day is gone. Before I finished eating, my stomach felt full, and I wanted to sleep... Suddenly I smelled a familiar scent of perfume, and at the same time my ears hurt, and I could only hear the voice of the female boss: "You are so sloppy again... "
"It hurts, it hurts..." Feng Yong cried out, "Stop twisting!"
"You know it hurts but you still can't get up?"
Only a scream was heard.
Am I traveling back in time again?
Feng Yong woke up from his sleep. Before his eyes could see his surroundings clearly, such a thought flashed through his mind. My nose felt itchy and I couldn't help but sneeze.
After sneezing, I felt much more awake. It was still the same place, the familiar fishing spot under the willow tree.
When he looked up, he saw a face full of anger looking down at him, while a little loli hid her hands behind her back so that Feng Yong couldn't see what she was holding. Next to him was a female knight who looked like a thousand-year-old iceberg. She looked at him quietly with indifferent eyes.
"It turns out that Madam is here. It's really rude for me not to greet you." Feng Yong was so frightened that he quickly got up and saluted.
"Feng Mingwen, you feel so at ease!" Huang Yueying didn't bother Feng Yong at all, staring with a pair of phoenix eyes, "Everyone is busy, but you are still in the mood to lie down here peacefully?"
I don’t sleep, so what can I do? Feng Yong was at a loss.
"Come with me." Huang Yueying became inexplicably angry when she saw his innocent face, turned around and walked towards the harvesting crop field.
Feng Yong followed behind without knowing why, and touched his ears. He didn't know if it was an illusion, or it still hurt a little. He looked at Huang Yueying walking in front, and looked at Huang Yueying, who was jumping and swaying with the dog's tail grass in his hand. Little Lolita, I looked at Guan Ji, who was still exuding cold air even under the bright sun, and finally looked at Yaomei, who was driven far away. I wondered if someone was screwing me in a dream or was someone really screwing me?
When a few people passed the official road, Feng Yong saw Huang Yueying's bullock cart parked on the side. The driver, who was more beautiful than a woman, smiled brightly at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong mouthed "Go away" at him, traitor! fraud! Mingming had already told Zhao Guang and Wang Xun yesterday that the house would be harvesting millet in the past few days to give them a holiday. Now seeing this guy working as a coachman here again, how could Feng Yong not think that this matter must be related to him?
That night, she even confessed to me affectionately, saying that she would never spy on information again. Unexpectedly, today she turned around and went to Huang Yueying to tell the truth.
Zhao Guang made a gesture to Feng Yong, and then drove the bullock cart towards the village road. Vehicles were not allowed to stop for a long time on the official road.
Several people walked to the edge of the rice field being harvested. Huang Yueying pointed in front and asked: "How big is this valley?"
How would I know? I spread as much farmyard manure as I had at that time. Who would be so idle as to measure it?
"About ten acres, right?" Feng Yong looked at it and said uncertainly.
"Bang!" Huang Yueying glared at him dissatisfied, "Eleven or twelve acres are considered ten acres, and eighty or nine acres can also be called ten acres. How many acres are they?"
I don't know wow!
Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying innocently again.
