"Senior disciples of the mountain sect, isn't this clear to you already?"
"There are so many mountain gates in the world, where does he come from? You have to be clear, right?" Huang Yueying pinched Zhuge Liang and said angrily, "Didn't you once boast that there is no mountain gate in the world that you can't speak to? Why don't you even know that now? You don’t know where the boy’s master is?”
"This matter is a bit difficult." Zhuge Liang rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I have checked everything I can. At least since his family moved to Shu, nothing unusual has been found. The most suspicious thing is the crazy one. It's really weird that after going into the mountains, it's like a different person when you come out."
"Could it be Su Hui?"
Zhuge Liang smiled softly, with a hint of ambiguity in his tone: "Xijun knows that I never believe in those words. If it's Su Hui, it's better to believe that there are experts around him to give him guidance. It's just that No one has ever discovered it.”
"Why didn't he learn it himself?"
"It's not impossible. If he learned it by himself, then there should be an expert who has been teaching him invisibly since he was a child, but not letting him show his knowledge in front of others. It wasn't until the beginning of the year that his family suffered a big change, and then he decided to let him He no longer holds back.”
"But after all, he can be regarded as a disciple of the mountain sect. If there are experts around him all the time, why did he ignore the death of his mother?" Huang Yueying said doubtfully.
"Don't forget that he went crazy and entered the mountain. It is estimated that he suffered from hysteria due to the death of his father-in-law. The people at the mountain gate tried to get him to enter the mountain for treatment."
"In this case, it makes sense. But I didn't expect that his mother would also lose her life because of this. It was really God's will." Huang Yueying sighed.
"Xi Jun, please don't forget that although this son doesn't deal well with me, he is willing to get close to Xi Jun. Xi Jun still remembers that you only went to Fengzhuang once, why did this son keep going to the house to give you Bringing you food? Maybe he has never noticed it himself. In fact, the way he looked at you the last time he came to the house was actually a little bit of admiration. This cannot be concealed by ordinary expressions. "
It has to be said that Old Demon Zhuge’s eyes are still very vicious. Due to some unknown reasons, Feng Tuchel has a natural affinity for Huang Yueying. Although he feels that he hides it well, he is still attracted by Old Demon Zhuge. See through it at a glance.
"Alang is saying that the child acted like this because he felt guilty about his mother?"
"You can't go wrong thinking about it."
Well, the misunderstanding was indeed a bit big, but Feng Yong's special feelings for Huang Yueying were still known. But this misunderstanding may not be a bad thing for Feng Tubie. At least in Huang Yueying's heart, she feels that this child can still be close to her!
A few days later, Zhao Guang came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to tell Huang Yueying something. Fengzhuang's grain output had come out. The "high-yielding field" yields three and a half shi of grain per mu, and the other three shi per mu.
Although she was mentally prepared, Huang Yueying was still shocked. This was millet, not wheat! Besides, even if the wheat is ripe this year, the yield will only be two and a half dan per mu, far from the level of three shi per mu! If, if Fengzhuang's method of growing grain could have been popularized in the Han Dynasty two years earlier, how could Alang be unable to quell the small Nanzhong rebellion? They had already sent troops southward!
At this thought, Huang Yueying trembled with excitement and said repeatedly: "Quick, quick, prepare the car quickly, go to Fengzhuang!"
When the ox cart was about to leave the city gate, Huang Yueying thought of one more thing. Suddenly she opened the curtain and told Zhao Guang: "Go to the Marquis' Mansion in Xixiang first!"
Xixiang Hou Mansion is the residence of the late Chariot and Cavalry General Zhang Fei.
"Why did my sister come to the house today?" Zhang Xiahou felt very strange when she saw Huang Yueying's sudden visit.
"My little sister came here today just to borrow one person." Huang Yueying gave a big salute.
Zhang Xiahou was startled, and quickly helped Huang Yueying up and said: "Between you and me, sisters, why do we need to borrow words? As long as there is something in the house, you can just take it."
Huang Yueying pursed her lips and smiled: "Sister, what I said is true, I'm afraid it's too full."
Zhang Xiahou said displeasedly: "Is it possible that you don't believe what I say?"
"Are you willing to let go of my niece, Si Niang?"
Zhang Xiahou was stunned.
"I dare not hide it from my sister. My little sister is going to Fengzhuang when she goes out this time. Just now, Erlang of the Zhao family came to tell me that Fengzhuang's millet yield this year is three stones per mu, of which eight acres and two are put into the fields. I got three and a half stones worth of the secret secrets made by Master Feng that Mr. Feng ordered to scatter. Therefore, my little sister came here just to find him and get the method to benefit the people."
Zhang Xiahou's eyes widened and he asked in silence: "So Feng Langjun is so powerful? How can he be able to produce three stones and a half of millet in the fields?" He secretly thought to himself, what if Feng Langjun had been born decades earlier? , if you can promote this method to the world, how can the yellow turban thief succeed?
"Then what does A-mei's visit have to do with my four daughters?"
"My little sister is here, determined to win the farming method. I must have known that Feng Langjun loves Siniang very much. Otherwise, why would he ask Zhao Erlang to bring food to Fengzhuang for many days in a row? My little sister is thinking that if I can get Si Niang by my side this time, I can increase my chance of winning by 10% to 20%."
After hearing this, Zhang Xiahou was extremely confused on the spot.
Huang Yueying's words clearly meant that her daughter should be used as a beauty to seduce men - of course, although it may not be that dirty, after all, the fourth mother is still young, but in her opinion, there is no difference in this nature.
Even if the Prime Minister didn't mean this, she didn't believe it. Although he has a daughter who is a queen, who doesn’t know that all government orders now come from the Prime Minister’s Palace? The queen's daughter can't speak ten sentences as well as the prime minister can speak half a sentence. If he agrees to this, the Prime Minister will be equivalent to owing Zhang Mansion a favor, and this favor is huge, but isn't he selling his daughter for glory?
But if she doesn't agree...even though the Prime Minister is fair and strict, he may leave some resentment in his heart. What about the future of her two sons?
well! Or is it your fault for that damn husband? Who made you die so early? There is no pillar of support in the family, so someone is bullying you, right? To say that this Huang A Chou is real, I usually think of her as a close friend, but I didn’t expect that she is such a person!
"Sister, I know it is wrong to do this." Huang Yueying bowed deeply again and said with some excitement, "But sister, I really have no choice! Now this food, for Alang, It is very important to the man and to His Majesty. Sister, we women cannot control these major events in the world. But to put it in a way that outsiders can’t hear, Sister is still His Majesty’s maternal aunt, and Sanniang is also the Queen after all. For the sake of Your Majesty and Sanniang, can you promise me this time?"
Zhang Xiahou gave a long sigh, helped Huang Yueying up, and said: "Amei, I still call you Amei now because I understand that what you said is indeed reasonable, and at the same time I am considerate of your hardship. But I don't dare to do this. I promise you in private. I think it’s better to ask Siniang to ask her and see if she’s happy. If she’s happy, I, as a mother, won’t say a word, but if she’s not happy, don’t blame me for being ruthless. .”
"Yes, yes!" Huang Yueying wiped the tears from her eyes, "I have always regarded Siniang as my own daughter. If she really doesn't want to go, then I will turn around and leave without saying anything."
Mrs. Zhang Xiahou murmured in her heart, is there a mother like you who sells her daughter?
At that moment, he turned around and asked someone to call Zhang Xing.
