Looking at the excited bankers, Feng Yong felt that Huang Yueying could not be allowed to come up this slope. Farmers in the countryside are so hot at work that it is common for them to take off their clothes and continue working, and there are not so many taboos between men and women. Well, in Qianshou, if you have clothes to wear, you have found a good owner. It is common for several people in the family to share the same clothes, and whoever wants to go out will change into them.
But when a person of Huang Yueying's status encounters this kind of situation, it is the most normal thing to accuse you of bumping into a noble person - in broad daylight, if you don't even wear any clothes, what do you want to do?
He waved his hand to stop the group of children, and at the same time shouted to the farmers: "Hurry up and put some clothes on for me! A noble person is coming over."
Then he ran quickly and slowly, Feng Yong trotted down the hillside, rushed to Huang Yueying, and saluted: "Madam came to Fengzhuang suddenly, why didn't you tell me in advance? At least let the boy be prepared."
"I told you in advance, but I won't be able to see such a grand occasion." Huang Yueying motioned for Feng Yong to get out of the way, then raised her chin and nodded at the children who had not yet dispersed on the slope, "It's such a good article, why didn't you tell me?"
Do I even have to report this? Then Zhao Erlang is spying in Fengzhuang every day, shouldn't he be the one to tell you about this?
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang inexplicably again. Could it be that this guy had a conscience and felt that being a spy was wrong, so he didn't say anything?
Zhao Guang laid down his gun for the second time and looked back at Feng Yong blankly: What didn't I do?
"Madam, the farmer is working on the slope here. The scene is a bit chaotic, so why don't you go up? I'm afraid those servants will bump into madam." Seeing Huang Yueying pass him and continue to move forward, Feng Yong quickly spoke to dissuade her.
"When we were harvesting the millet a few days ago, wasn't I also present? Why didn't anyone hit me? Today I caught you hiding something that you usually hide, and you didn't dare to let me see it?" Huang Yueying's phoenix eyes When he picked it up, his tone was a bit unfriendly.
The key is to be close to the official road when harvesting millet. Who dares to take off their clothes there? The slope behind the village is different. They all belong to the Feng family, even the mountain behind is no exception. Isn't it common for villagers to take off their clothes to work without this scruple?
Without Feng Yong's order to disperse, the children still stood there quietly, and no one even moved. Put your hands behind your back, spread your legs, and stand with your chest raised, like a strong and long young green pine.
Huang Yueying came up the slope and saw this scene. She even saw a ten-year-old child with sweat beads almost flowing into his eyes. He didn't even dare to wipe them, but just blinked hard. , trying to push the sweat beads aside.
Looking at the farmers working hard over there and the motionless children here, Huang Yueying took a deep breath and looked at Feng Yong with unconcealable shock.
Feng Yong didn't notice Huang Yueying's gaze. He was now focusing all his attention on the adults working. He searched among the crowd and didn't see anyone shirtless. He thought to himself that our master's family looks pretty good. The authoritative one felt slightly relaxed.
"What's your name?" Huang Yueying walked up to the child who was sweating just now, put an oil umbrella on his head, bent down and asked.
The child didn't expect that the not-so-good-looking lady would actually ask him something. He opened his mouth, then suddenly turned his head, raised his hand outside the umbrella, and shouted: "Report!"
"Huh?" Feng Yong heard the voice and turned around, "What's the matter?"
"Back to the master's house, the noble man asked me something."
"Oh, it's okay. Just tell me. You can answer whatever you ask."
"No!" The child turned around and said to Huang Yueying, "If you please, my name is Gouzi."
Huang Yueying stood up straight in astonishment, looked at Feng Yong, and then at the child.
I saw that the clothes the child was wearing were a little shabby, and his feet were bare and covered with mud. The only thing that was commendable was that his face was relatively clean and his hair was neatly combed. He looked very energetic, but that was all. , which is incomparable to the children of farmers elsewhere.
Gouzi's small move made Guan Ji couldn't help but glance at Feng Yong silently.
There are many people who can teach a group of reading seeds, and there are many people who can bring out the rules and regulations, but she only sees the one who can make the country urchin Mingli literate, teach them to read, and can also make them follow the rules and prohibitions. Passed by such a person.
They don't speak without orders, and they don't move without orders. If we just look at the formation, these children are probably much stronger than most troops.
As the instigator, Feng Tubao had no idea how shocking the behavior of these children was in the eyes of others.
Feng Yong, who has received military training in junior high school, high school and university, believes that it is normal to conduct queue training for students. You can't even maintain classroom discipline well, but you still want to improve teaching efficiency? As for the ancient elite teaching model that teaches students in accordance with their aptitude and praises scholars, Feng Yong said that I just want to cultivate the most basic literate farmers, and I don’t want them to publish books and biographies. Why do I have to spend so much effort?
Assembly line teaching cannot produce high-quality students, but it can produce high-quality students. If you don’t even have the most basic literacy rate, even if you train two or three talented students, how many nails can you make? The people are the creators of history!
Huang Yueying was still wondering why Feng Yong wanted to open up wasteland on the slope, but now she feels that she understands. The Feng family's expenses are a bit high because they have to provide education for these children. In addition, she asked Feng Yong to take over some officials a few days ago, and they also have to open their mouths to eat. Come to think of it, the small Feng Mansion has no foundation in the first place. After such a torment, I am afraid that the house will be empty, right?
Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She only saw that he was a descendant of the mountain sect, but ignored that he was just a child. It was not easy to support such a mansion at such a young age.
In the past, he hid his identity as a disciple of the sect, but now he doesn't mind being known. Maybe this is the critical moment for the sect to test his apprenticeship, but don't let him get involved for his own reasons. Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help but asked with concern: "Is the food in the house still enough?"
"Ah?" Feng Yong was a little surprised why Huang Yueying would ask such a question, and answered honestly, "That's enough for the time being."
"Since there is enough food to eat, why do we need to open up wasteland on the slopes?" Huang Yueying pointed to the villagers who were clearing up wasteland. "If there is really not enough food to eat, just say it directly. There is no shame in it. Who has not passed a few hurdles? when?"
"It's not about growing food." Feng Yong said casually, "It's about growing tea."
"Tea? What tea? Tea leaves for making tea soup?" Huang Yueying asked in surprise, "Can you grow tea?"
"Yes." Feng Yong nodded, "Isn't Nanzhong in chaos? The tea leaves are becoming less and less, so I want to plant them myself. By the way, madam, the government doesn't care about clearing up wasteland to plant trees on this slope, right?"
Huang Yueying didn't know what Feng Tulie meant by asking this question, so she said without much thought: "There is no such rule. The slope was originally wasteland. Even if it was cleared, there was no water and no food could be grown. The government would not care about this. But why? Can't you plant some mulberry and hemp? Tea soup is not a daily requirement and is dispensable. You drink it sometimes. Even if you don't drink it sometimes, nothing will happen. You have worked so hard to clear out this wasteland just to plant this. You are not kidding. ?"
I'm afraid that if I grow the tea and sell it, your good man will be jealous!
