"How many are willing?"
Feng Yong asked, while his heart beat a little faster, thinking that this was the moment when people's hearts turned against him.
"There are three homes with suitable children that no one comes to."
The steward's words were very similar to those of later generations of leaders who were hospitalized and couldn't remember the people who came to visit, but could remember the people who didn't come to visit.
Of those three families, two were naturally the ones whose children fell ill after the autumn rain.
"Don't you have an only son in the village? Are you willing?"
Feng Yong was very surprised.
In ancient times, families with only one male son would not be raped until the last minute. After all, incense was what the ancients valued most.
"I was about to talk to the master about this. The man who is willing to go to the village is an only son, namely Gouzi. His mother also came over today and asked, saying that she was worried about Gouzi going to such a far place. Can it be done? Take her with you too.”
Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had become a class enemy who brutally oppressed his peasant brothers. According to the housekeeper, there is an only son among the three families who are not willing to do so?
But then I thought about it, these days, the whole family is dying everywhere, how can we be so pitiful?
Besides, isn’t it true that I am also an only son, and I can no longer be alone? I can go to my master’s house, but you can’t go?
Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt angry.
"Those three families, let them go when the wheat harvest is finished next year. The chickens they raised..." I originally wanted to be more cruel, but thinking about why the hard-working people should do the hard-working people, it is better to leave some room for them. Feng Yong could only sigh in the end and continued, "Take back half of it and leave the rest to them."
As expected, the housekeeper objected fiercely: "That can't be done! If a white-eyed wolf can be treated like this, what will the loyal people in the village think? This is an unacceptable example, my lord."
"Then what should Uncle Zhao do?"
"Take back all the land and chickens and drive them out of Zhuangzi." The steward said without hesitation.
Sure enough, they are the evil landlord class!
Now that the farming season has passed, driving people out at this time means driving them to a dead end.
Why do textbooks from later generations say that feudal society tied farmers to the land?
Because without land, life and death are controlled by others.
"Isn't that bad?" Feng Yong frowned, "After all, someone else has already planted the land. At any rate, it was a waste of food and seeds and effort..."
"Of course we have to return all the food to them. I would rather give them more food and treat them as hiring people to farm the land than let them stay on the farm any longer." The butler's expression showed a hint of fierce determination.
"If the master doesn't want the people in the village to lose their hearts, this is the only way." Seeing that Feng Yong was still hesitating, the housekeeper persuaded him earnestly, "The old servant also knows that the master is kind-hearted. If it doesn't work, just give him enough food." , so that they can survive this year, but they must not be allowed to stay on Zhuangzi anymore."
"Then...Uncle Zhao, you have to figure it out, don't follow the truth." Feng Yong nodded, agreeing with the butler's words.
"Where is the excuse for what the lord said? Even if they were to be kept, they would definitely be embarrassed. If you really don't believe it, the news spread out in two days. The lord looked at it, and there was no need for the old servant to chase them away, they themselves would We will leave. It is our kindness to give them more food as compensation. Even if we give them less, it is our duty."
Okay, okay, you are right.
Feng Yong let out a breath and said silently three times: This was not done by me, this was done by the housekeeper, and it is none of my business.
Then he nodded and ordered: "If you give me more food, you will not be in vain for working on our farm for so long."
This counts as settling the matter.
"Mountains are stacked on top of each other, and rivers are criss-crossing. The ambition is to go against the wind and against the current..."
The official system in ancient times was really bad, and the carriages in ancient times were really bad too. After driving for six or seven days, Feng Yong felt like his intestines were about to burst out of his stomach.
At this time, he was lying on his back on the bullock cart, looking at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the apes climbing over the steep mountains from time to time. He refused to go to the carriage compartment, and sang feebly. "Camel Bell" that no one can understand.
Guan Ji, who had been riding her horse, looked at Feng Yong who didn't care about his image several times, frowning, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.
However, Li Yi, who was riding in the carriage, got out of the carriage, climbed onto Feng Yong's oxcart, and asked with a smile: "I listened to Brother Feng singing all the way, but I really can't tell where the accent is and where it comes from." The tune?"
Feng Yong, who was all weak, rolled his eyes and stopped singing like a mourner. He thought to himself that this is the Mandarin of later generations. If you can understand it, you will be a ghost. He sighed and said: "This is my teacher." It’s normal that Wenxuan doesn’t understand the language of the gate.”
Li Yi nodded: "I see. Brother Feng and his disciples can actually understand the ancient language? Or is it their own invention?"
"I don't know either." Feng Yong was not in the mood to pay attention to him and made up a sentence casually, "Anyway, it was taught by my master after I entered the school."
"Brother Feng doesn't seem like he often travels far? Is he so unaccustomed to carriages and horses?"
"That's not really true. I just can't get used to riding in a carriage."
Six days? Forget future generations, I'll take a train. Two round trips across the country will be enough!
Even if he doesn't take a car, Feng Yong is not afraid of walking. It's not like he has never marched before.
But now look at this long queue, with nearly a hundred people, including children, so much luggage, walking the woolen road? I had no choice but to take the ox-cart.
"You just can't get used to riding in a carriage?"
"yes."
If you can't make a spring, you won't have a shock absorber. Without a shock absorber, how can you prevent shocks?
Sitting in the car, my butt hurt like needles, my stomach was shaking so much that I could hear the sound of water, and my forehead was shaken to the point of being confused. In addition, the carriage of a horse-drawn carriage is closed, so dizziness will turn into motion sickness. When motion sickness occurs, you will vomit. After vomiting, you will vomit bile after eating. Now I am afraid that even the bile will be vomited, and I will have to lie down in the end. The corpse was stretched out on the bullock cart.
"Then Brother Feng doesn't know how to ride a horse?"
"I haven't learned anything."
I do know how to ride a bull!
Li Yi smiled softly, as if he had gotten some information, pointed forward, and asked, "Brother Feng, do you know where the front is?"
"Big and Small Sword Mountains."
Li Yi was a little surprised: "Brother Feng actually knows?"
Feng Yongqian answered, thinking that when I returned to my hometown from northern Xinjiang, I changed trains from CD two or three times, and even came here to play for two days. How could I not know?
As for why I came here to take a look, of course it was for the Warcraft map "Guarding the Sword Pavilion".
If the people are still here, who is the dead man?
How many young people's passion did these words arouse? Even though Feng Yong traveled through time ten years later, there are still countless people who are silently guarding the faith of his youth.
Li Yi saw the look of nostalgia on Feng Yong's face, and fell silent at the moment. He thought to himself, seeing that Feng Mingwen was not used to traveling far away, he thought his master was near Jincheng. I never thought that I had even been to Jianshan Mountain, and judging from this person's expression, it seemed that there was someone I wanted to miss in this place of Jianshan Mountain?
