These days, anyone who has a cow at home can be considered a village hegemon at least.
As for someone like Feng Tibi, who has two cows at home, he can start a village by himself. If he can find a way to get more land, it will be easy for hundreds of people to follow him and eat.
If we follow the routine of ordinary people, Feng Tubou at that time should have been working hard, thinking of ways to cultivate land, buy and sell, or merge, always thinking about expanding his village and becoming a wealthy landlord.
At the same time, marry a wife who is more energetic, get a few intercourse girls, and have a few babies, and the rest of your life will pass like this.
If you are lucky, maybe in two or three generations, you will have the prototype of a small aristocratic family.
If you are unlucky enough to meet a prodigal son, or suffer from natural or man-made disasters, it is considered bad luck. It is normal for you to become the leader of Guizhou again and then disappear quietly.
The key is that Feng Tuluo's unconventional behavior not only confused the minds of those aristocratic families, but even the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty couldn't understand what he was thinking.
Don’t talk about anything else, just talk about money.
As if he is afraid that others will not know that he will make money, and he is very talkative. As long as he thinks of a way, he will try his best to spread the money and drag others to get rich together.
In the eyes of others, he didn't care at all that his craftsmanship could not be revealed even if he lost his life.
Nowadays, some people may think that they finally understand Feng Tubao's thoughts.
Because this crude and simple method is also an extremely effective method.
In a short period of time, a large interest group quickly gathered around Feng Tubao.
Visible and intangible, if someone wants to trick Feng Tubiao, someone will definitely stand up to block him before he can do it himself.
Even as long as this country brat doesn't commit suicide, the Han Prime Minister will fight to save him - at least, no one will be allowed to touch him until he is completely sure to control the wool spinning.
So having said that, if there are families who have cattle at home and want to come to Hanzhong to reclaim wasteland, they definitely cannot be in Qianshou, and there are even very few ordinary farmers.
Or his family is in decline and he has to find a way to survive to avoid falling into the ranks of Guizhou leaders.
Either a small aristocratic family or a branch of an aristocratic family would give some money and food to the bastard, and then drive the people to Hanzhong to open up new places. If it works well, it will be like getting another place to blossom and bear fruit; if it doesn't work well, it won't hurt, because a bastard has no human rights anyway.
In Feng Yong's opinion, the family in front of him is more like the former.
The stubborn boy's unfamiliar way of digging the ground showed that he had never done farm work before. Looking at the field on the other side, there were two servants working, which further showed that his family was originally from a good background.
Without a certain amount of accumulation over the years, where would such a loyal servant come from?
The most important thing is that although the girl who continued what he said was dressed in plain clothes, she still couldn't hide her beautiful face.
Although the body is wrapped in coarse clothes, it is short and well-fitted. The shoulders are as if they were cut into shape, and the waist is as plain as usual.
People are not coquettish but charming by nature, nothing more than that.
If she changes into good clothes, not to mention the countryside, even a small aristocratic family may not be able to cultivate such a good-looking and temperamental girl.
Therefore, there is a reason why Feng Turtle squats on other people's fields and watches them farm.
"I don't deserve to be called a noble person," Feng Yong saw that the girl was behaving well, so he quickly returned the courtesy, "Just call me Feng Yong, have you asked me your name?"
"I have a lowly name, and it will offend Mr. Feng's ears if I tell you about it, so I don't mind mentioning it. This time, I came to Hanzhong with my younger brother to cultivate land, just to make a living."
However, the girl did not tell her where she came from. She just pointed at the boy who looked over coldly. She was blessed again and turned around. She didn't care about the dirt and leaned down to help clean up the weeds in the ground. and small stones.
Seeing those green, white and tender hands being used for such work, Feng Tubao felt that it was really a waste of natural resources.
Then he sighed and said to the girl's younger brother: "Mr. Sir, your method of digging up the ground is really a waste of time."
After saying that, he took off his boots, lifted up his robe, walked to the Li family husband, and said, "Let me give you an example."
The stubborn boy stood still and said coldly: "You don't need to be so kind."
"Brother, please don't be rude."
As expected, the girl said afterward, "This plow was made by Feng Langjun to benefit the common people of the Han Dynasty. Is there anyone in the world who knows how to use it better than Feng Langjun?"
Then he nodded to Feng Yong, "It's really an honor to be given personal guidance by Feng Langjun."
Feng Yong asked in surprise: "Does this lady know me?"
"This kind of plow is specially made for people who have some acres of land at home. As long as this kind of plow is used, who doesn't think of Feng Langjun?"
What the girl said was very touching, and Feng Tubiao couldn't help but feel a little carried away.
He glanced at the girl thoughtfully, then at the young man, and saw that he had already let go of the plow handle obediently.
He was not polite at the moment. He held the handle of the plow and shouted, urging the cow to move forward slowly.
When he was in Jincheng, in order to make the eight-niu plow, Feng Tubou went to the fields to try it out. This curved shaft plow is naturally used as a reference, so it has been used a few times, so it is not too unfamiliar.
But after all, he is not a person who goes to the fields all year round. He was not sure at the beginning. Although the furrows he made were straighter than that of the boy, they were not straight and good-looking.
At that moment, the young man crossed his arms and sneered. Although he didn't say a word, it was obvious that he was very disdainful.
Obviously, he regarded Feng Tubao as a lecher who came to please his sister.
When Feng Tibi reached the end of the field, he looked back and coughed in embarrassment: "The plow has not been adjusted properly. It has plowed too deep. Let me adjust the depth first."
The girl nodded with a smile, "What Feng Langjun said must be reasonable."
This girl is very good.
Intellectual, polite, good-looking, and considerate.
Feng Tubiao muttered, bent down to adjust it, turned his head again and dug a ditch, this time it was much straighter.
After turning it back and forth several times, Feng Yong let go of the plow handle and said: "Your plow is not good enough. It is too straight. It should be bent more, so that the cattle can save more energy. This is not an easy job to clear the wasteland. The cattle If you are tired, the land will not be easy to plow."
"Also, this land is newly plowed. Don't plow it so deeply in the first few times. Choose to plow it shallower. When it is cleared, plow it deeper, so that you can grow food better."
"Thank you Feng Langjun for your advice." The girl gave another blessing.
"You're welcome. After all, I can be considered a Hanzhong agricultural official. This is my duty."
Feng Yong waved his hand grandly and said: "I live not far over there. If anything happens, just go and find me. Remember to give me my name."
