Having just grown up from a little lolita to a girl, Zhang Ji's cautiousness was not enough in the face of cruel facts, so she felt the deep malice in the world.
I saw her stomping her feet bitterly and shouting: "Go, prepare pen and ink for me."
"Madam, do you want to practice calligraphy?"
The maid said as she spread out the paper.
"What words do you learn?"
Zhang Ji snorted, "I want to write a letter. I don't have enough winter clothes. I want to write to Hanzhong and ask Mr. Feng to make me some more clothes."
As he said this, he looked at his body and regretted that he was not tall enough. Otherwise, how great would it be if he could travel far away like Sister Guan?
The maid was stunned when she heard this, and looked at the bright sun outside.
This is the hottest time in Sichuan, and the lady is thinking about what clothes to wear in winter.
When Jiang Wan arrived in Nanxiang, he felt quite reluctant to miss Shu. Anyway, he stayed there for more than ten days and had no intention of leaving.
Probably when he first came here, the cement road shocked him so much. In the first few days, he spent time at the construction site from morning to night, and even mixed cement and applied mud himself... every day. He came back covered in mud.
One time, Feng Yong went to supervise the work and saw a guy clumsily smearing the cement into uneven spots. He almost would have whipped him - if he hadn't seen that his clothes were different from those of his servants.
Later, rather than working as free labor on Feng Yong's construction site for a few days, Jiang Wan was more likely to make trouble for a few days, until he lost interest and then stopped.
Then he started to run to the textile workshop. He stood behind the woman for most of the day and watched people spinning and weaving. I didn't know what he was looking at - the drawings of the spinning wheel and loom had been sent to Jincheng. Feng Yongke can’t believe that Old Demon Zhuge didn’t do it.
Even during the break, he would not let those poor women go. He would stand on the roadside and block the women, doing things that would last a long time.
At the beginning, he was regarded as a protégé by Deng Si. If he hadn't been met by Lu Laozu, who happened to come to see Deng Si, this guy would have been beaten all over the head by a group of women.
The women in the textile workshops and pastures have already developed a high degree of organizational discipline under Feng Tibi's intentional or unintentional training. As long as there is a leader around, they will be more courageous than the men outside when they shout.
Later, Feng Yong really had no choice but to find Li Mu. He pointed at the curious baby Jiang Wan from a distance and said impatiently, "Look clearly, that guy with the beard, yes, that's the one with the eyebrows and eyes." Yes, he goes around talking to women like a slut, have you seen that?"
"I saw it. It's just..."
Li Mu said hesitantly, "His demeanor is a bit extraordinary, but he is not as ugly as my brother said..."
"I said he's ugly just because he's ugly," Feng Yong glared and said angrily, "Where are you from?"
"Yes, he does look a bit like a deceiver."
Li Mu said quickly.
Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction and continued, "He is a visitor from the imperial court. Please tell those under you to pay attention."
"Brother, do you want to guard against him?"
Li Mu asked understandingly.
"What are you doing to prevent him?"
Feng Yong glanced at Li Mu. This woman had a dark heart and always liked to think the worst of people.
"I asked your men to pay attention to him because I asked you to remind them not to offend others. Just answer whatever he asks. Don't be like Deng Si who almost beat him up."
"Brother, aren't you afraid that he will see everything in the workshop?"
Li Mu asked worriedly.
"What are you afraid of? Just let him see it," Feng Yong chuckled, "Can some things be understood just by looking at them?"
Efficient organization and good promotion channels, coupled with strict discipline, and finally a complete system are the guarantees that Nanxiang is different from other places.
Li Mu understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I understand. I have been watching this angel walking around these past few days, and I thought it was the imperial court..."
At this point, he stopped talking, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.
This woman really fears that the world will not be in chaos.
Feng Yong didn't point it out, "Just understand. Okay, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, just do your thing well, as long as you don't break the rules and keep you comfortable."
Li Mufu turned around and left with a sigh of relief, finally feeling at peace.
I heard that the angel came to announce the decree this time, specifically for Feng Langjun.
Nowadays, no one in the spinning workshop or ranch knows that Feng Langjun has been promoted again. He even holds a few blank official letters in his hand, just waiting to see whose name he fills in.
Although these official positions are not big, but looking at the entire Han Dynasty, besides the prime minister who runs the government and manages affairs, who else has such power?
It's just that Li Mu came from a wealthy family. When he saw Jiang Wan running around and asking people around, he immediately remembered some of the methods of the superiors and thought that the Prime Minister had done something to Feng Langjun. Suspicious, I was so frightened that I almost lost two of my three souls in the past few days.
The Han Dynasty prime minister almost destroyed his family when his palms turned over. As a result, she was sent to Hanzhong as a pawn and suffered all the humiliation. Such methods really left a shadow in her heart.
Deng Si almost led a group of women to beat Jiang Wan, but in fact, she may not have meant it.
Now that I heard what Feng Yong said, I felt relieved and my pace became more relaxed.
Feng Langjun is still the same Feng Langjun who is valued by the prime minister. Even as his official position gets bigger and bigger, his guarantee will become more and more powerful.
As for why Feng Yong didn't like Jiang Wan - what if someone interfered with the normal order in his factory all day long, and even didn't let him go when he came back at night, insisting on asking him questions. Anyone would be annoyed.
I said a few words behind my back because I am not a petty person.
Otherwise, if it were anyone else, who would be willing to let others see their property?
Jiang Wan visited the textile workshop for a few days, and then went to the ranch to see...
In the end, even the servants who took the pig manure for retting had to follow him to see it, because they didn't mind the smell.
Just like that, Jiang Wan was gone in Nanxiang for a long time.
At this time, a little girl who had just grown up officially included him in her prey list.
Of course, he didn't know this.
At this time, he was sitting in his seat, watching helplessly as Jiang Wan picked up the bowl, took a sip of the porridge mixed with millet and rice, and then picked up the cut chicken cake and brought it to his mouth. Chew it carefully.
With such an expression of enjoyment, I thought I was eating some delicacies from the mountains and seas.
"Jincheng once said that Fengzhuang's food is excellent. Now I know that the rumors are true. Madam Amei, could you please give me some more pickled vegetables?"
After hearing this, Amei quickly picked up some pickles from the large basin specially used for pickles and placed them in front of Jiang Wan.
"This morning, drinking porridge and eating some pickled vegetables is really a rare and delicious meal."
Jiang Wan praised, "Feng Langjun is indeed a good eater. Even this pickled cabbage is much more delicious than elsewhere."
Of course, other people's pickles may rot if they don't even follow the most basic hygiene.
What's not like me is the pickled cattail sprouts, which are half-tender and half-old rhizomes that are most suitable for eating. I wash and peel off the skin, then cut them into medium-sized pieces, and finally start pickling them.
Where Feng Yong is, there has never been a rule of eating without speaking.
Jiang Wan adapted quickly, especially during dinner. Feng Yong couldn't talk even if he didn't want to, because Jiang Wan always had many weird questions to ask him.
"Jiang Angel, you have stayed here for so long, when do you plan to return to Jincheng?"
"You've only been here for a few days, and you already want to drive people away?"
Jiang Wan glanced at Feng Yong, "How can you bear to let me rush out on such a hot day? Why are you so heartless? Madam Amei, give me some more pickled cabbage."
"You can't eat too much fermented vegetables, it's better to eat more chicken pancakes..."
Seeing that Jiang Wan, who was already quite old, was having such a good time, Feng Yong quickly tried to dissuade him. However, as soon as he said the words, he suddenly remembered the topic just now. Only then did he realize that he had been diverted by the old man again, and he quickly changed the topic forcibly. Come back.
"No, Jiang Angel, how many days have you stayed? There have been more than twenty days in less than a month. Nanxiang is not the only place in Hanzhong. You see, Hanzhong is not what it used to be. It has changed a lot. You are old You should also look elsewhere.”
"Just eat the vinegar," Jiang Wan didn't even look at Feng Yong. "This mouthful of vinegar will stimulate the spleen and stomach. I don't like eating in this hot weather. Eat more vinegar to eat more."
But there was no mention of Feng Yong asking him to leave Nanxiang and go see other places.
"Okay, you eat."
Feng Yong didn't have any good ideas for a court angel who was old enough to be his father.
"Where are the angels going to see today?"
"Today I went to see Wu Ming castrate a dolphin."
As soon as he mentioned something related to Nanxiang, Jiang Wan replied, "By the way, it's okay for you to ask Wu Ming to operate on a chicken, but now you ask him to practice with a dolphin. This dolphin is a big animal, and more than a dozen dolphins will die." ?You don’t feel bad?”
"Why are you distressed? If you die, throw it into the canteen and use it to make some meat. Consider it a reward for the weavers."
Feng Yong said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of if a dozen dolphins die? I'm already prepared for dozens of dolphins to die."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wan again with a strange look. The angel sent by the imperial court did not do anything serious. He just followed others and watched them work every day. I don't know what he thought.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan also looked at Feng Tubao strangely, "When I came to Nanxiang, I realized that there are some weird things here. Everything is different from other places. As an angel, I have to figure it out, otherwise how can I tell your Majesty and the Prime Minister Repay?"
The two people, who both regarded the other as a weirdo, looked at each other and looked away.
"Doctor Wu, how are the chickens you castrated two days ago?"
Although Dr. Wu's real name is Ming, he is not at all clueless and is rather stupid.
He is one of Fan A's nominal disciples.
I just heard that I don’t have much talent, and I haven’t learned how to heal people after studying for a long time.
However, he has a self-taught trade, which is caponing and caponing pigs.
Yes, self-taught.
He was the jailer who detained Hua Tuo back then, and his surname was Wu.
Before Hua Tuo died, he wrote a book about what he had learned throughout his life and gave it to the jailer named Wu.
Unexpectedly, Jailer Wu's wife burned the medical book and scolded Jailer Wu, saying that Hua Tuo caused great disaster because of his superb medical skills, so this book was also the source of the disaster.
In the end, Jailer Wu snatched out only the last few pages of the medical book from the fire - the medical skills for treating people were burned, leaving only the methods for operating on chickens, pigs and other poultry and livestock.
But I have to say that women can really be prophets sometimes.
After Hua Tuo's death, his disciples fled in all directions. In order to take credit for their merits, Jailer Wu's former colleagues finally revealed that Jailer Wu had secretly hidden Hua Tuo's medical books.
At any rate, Warder Wu took good care of Hua Tuo at that time. Because Li Dangzhi felt that Hua Tuo was kind to his master, he immediately dragged him away - and this time he ran to Nanzhong.
Although Li Dangzhi and Fan A were not interested in these pages of medical books, they were still given to him by their master. At that moment, Fan A gave him a nominal discipleship.
It’s just that he doesn’t have the same foundation as Li Dangzhi and Fan A. Plus he’s old, how can he learn medical skills?
Usually I just read those few pages of medical books and practice with some poultry. I went back and forth. I didn't learn the medical skills, but I was proficient in operating on chickens.
This skill of operating on chickens has become his own family skill...
It's just that pigs are considered large animals, and he rarely has the opportunity to practice, so he is not very skilled.
Fan A sent all his talented and potential disciples back to Nanzhong. Of course, Feng Tubao didn't know.
In order to cope with Feng Tubao's request, Fan A pushed out the stupidest disciple - after all, Wu Ming had also been a jailer, so he might not be able to deal with these official matters.
Unexpectedly, after Feng Tubiao and Wu Ming chatted, they suddenly felt so late for meeting each other!
Capon and pig, that is a good craft!
Feng Yong has long wanted to find someone who knows this craft. Unfortunately, these days, disinfection technology is not good enough. If he castrates chickens and pigs hastily, he will most likely die.
Poultry and livestock are precious resources. Who would be so stupid as to deal with this?
Now that I learned that Wu Ming could do this, I was overjoyed!
Chickens and pigs are castrated, so they can be fattened!
Besides, there are no castrated pigs, so the smell of pig odor is simply overwhelming!
Anyway, Feng Yong rarely eats.
Although it is rare to eat meat these days, no one would dislike it. When Zhao Guang and others saw that Feng Tubou disliked pork, they only thought that he was a picky person from the mountain gate. They did not doubt it, but they did not know that he I can't smell that pig smell.
Now that Feng Tubiao learned that someone under his command knew how to capon and castrate pigs, and he was a big farmer, he couldn't hold himself back, so he immediately asked Wu Ming to take office.
He even patted his chest and promised Wu Ming that as long as he did his job well, he would have his share of the official titles he had!
Wu Ming knew that his medical skills were not good, and he originally thought that he would suffer a small share of the blame for being pushed out as a shield. But God opened his eyes, and those few pages of medical skills turned out to be his life-saving straw!
I was so happy that I almost fainted.
When he came back and said this to his master, Fan A's eyes almost dropped.
Not to mention those senior brothers and nephews, they were so envious that they were drooling with envy.
No matter how small an official is, he is still an official!
From untouchables to officials, if they don't have anyone to support them, they probably won't have a chance to climb up even if they spend two more lifetimes.
This Wu Ming really has great virtues from his ancestors!
