Wei Rong finally scratched his head. This somewhat precocious child finally showed his childish side.
"It seems, something is different."
"Of course it's different. You just wear the same clothes as them, but that doesn't mean you are the same. You are born better than them. If nothing else happens, they will never surpass you even if they work hard all their lives."
From being a humble citizen, or even a barbarian without a household registration, to turning around and becoming a good citizen is already regarded as a tribute to the ancestors.
If you can get Feng Yong's favor and be pushed out to be a small official in the future, it will be like smoke rising from the ancestral grave.
As for Wei Rong and Fu Qian, their starting level is at least a few levels higher than their upper limit.
The classes in semi-slave society were so hierarchical.
It’s not that there are no children who have become slaves of the wild people who want to reach the heights of Wei Rong and Fu Qian, but they are very rare. At least for now, Feng Yong doesn’t dare to expect too much.
"So you shouldn't envy them, but they envy you. They just don't dare to play with you, not that they don't want to play with you. So you have to find a way to get them to come around you."
In this era, we have not completely broken away from the slave society, and even the feudal society is barely enough. Teaching Wei Rong and Fu Qian to wait for others would be harming them.
What Feng Yong wants to teach is to let them learn how to lead others and let others work for them.
"Then sir, what should we do?"
Fu Qian raised his head and asked.
"In this world, everyone has something they want. As long as you have something that others want, others will naturally come to you and ask for it. Think about it, is there anything you have that they want? "
Wei Rong looked at Shaiba below, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said, "I thought of it."
Seeing that Wei Rong wanted to ask again, Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "I have already said a lot, and you need to think about the rest and try it yourself. This is the residence of Mr. Even if half of your family is wrong, it’s okay. At worst, you can just try something else.”
Wei Rong pulled Fu Qian to his feet, bowed, and then ran away with Fu Qian.
Feng Yong got over the addiction of educating children and felt relieved.
He patted the green grass beneath him. No one was here to see him anyway, so he lay down immediately and looked up at the sky as pure as a blue mirror. Feeling the cool spring breeze, his eyelids felt a little astringent.
Although I have slept all day and night, the fatigue has not completely passed. People want to sleep when they are lazy. In addition, with such a good day and such good weather, I feel sleepy in spring and autumn, so I feel sleepy.
Forget it, just sleep for a while...
Just as I closed my eyes, I heard someone say in my ear: "He really is from the mountain gate. It is so natural to teach his disciples how to control the human heart."
Feng Yong was excited and quickly turned over. He didn't even need to look, just by listening to the voice, he knew that Huang Yueying was here.
"Why are you here, Madam?"
"Fengzhuang has been closed for so long. It's hard to open it today. Can't I come over and take a look at Zhuangzi, who has been taking care of it for more than a year?"
Huang Yueying came over slowly, with the smart and pink Zhang Ji on her left hand, and the unparalleled Guan Ji on her right hand, just like Guanyin descending to earth.
"Okay, okay, let's not say it's an open village, it's a closed village. No one else is allowed to enter, so why can't Madam also enter? Speaking of which, I have never thanked Madam for taking care of me."
Feng Yong first looked at Guan Ji, who was wearing women's clothing. She was so beautiful!
Looking at Zhang Ji who has just grown her hair, she really... forget it, she can't make a mistake.
He swallowed quietly and suppressed his restless heart.
Well, spring...has arrived!
Huang Yueying walked up to him and didn't look at Feng Yong. She just looked at the crowds of people below and sighed softly, "I see that you are usually easy-going, but if someone doesn't know you well, I'm afraid they will really be deceived by you." That tone of looking down on all sentient beings just now is what people in the mountain gate have."
Feng Yong didn't care about the meaning of Huang Yueying's words, and he didn't want to explain.
Anyway, the hat of this disciple of Shanmen has been considered dead. Now even if he shouts all over the world that I am not what I am, no one will believe it.
As she said that, she pointed down and said, "When I come back this time, can this place really be called Feng Mansion?"
"So be it."
Although no one said anything about this banquet, everyone tacitly acknowledged the fact that this was a banquet to celebrate Fengzhuang becoming the real "Feng Mansion".
There is a banker to rely on, a department dedicated to guarding, a huge foundation, and the master's family has a great reputation. What is it but a mansion?
Huang Yueying looked at the delicate and handsome young man in front of her, and was filled with emotions.
A sixteen-year-old young man, Lang Jun, spent two years alone to accomplish such a big undertaking. Except for the children from the mountain sect, even the children of the rich family could not do it.
Aren’t the Li and Huang families a wealthy family? They still have to beg the young man in front of them.
Although he has been looking up to this young man, it seems that even his own A Lang underestimates him.
How could this be a disciple of the mountain sect who was thrown into the world? He is basically the core direct disciple, right?
Fortunately, this mountain sect was very kind to the big man.
Not only is he on good terms with Zhao Guang, Li Yi and others, but he is also willing to teach the people inside the sect. Otherwise, Zhao Guang has such a stupid temper and wants to get ahead. It would be a blessing to wait ten or eight years. I guess this is still because of him. My lord is for Zhao Zilong's sake.
And it seems just now that he also taught the two disciples Wei Rong and Fu Qian real things.
Huang Yueying felt Feng Yong's secret glance at this person, put back his thoughts, smiled, and said, "Since it can be called a noble house, then you, the head of the family, are also a man who can take on the responsibility. Tell me, how do you plan to repay what you owe me?"
"Ow? What do you owe?"
Feng Yong was confused and thought that the spicy hair cloth I sent back from Hanzhong was still not enough to satisfy your appetite.
"Mulberry branches!" Huang Yueying pointed to the distance, "The branches of the eight hundred mulberry trees on my village were all broken last year. They were all planted in your village. Don't even think about defaulting. Here, Isn’t it growing in that field?”
In the direction pointed, there was a dense patch of small mulberry trees.
"This is the beginning of spring, and it's almost time to raise silkworms. Only then did I realize that the mulberry trees in my village didn't grow many mulberry leaves at all. What do you think my village will do this year?"
After saying that, Huang Yueying glanced at Feng Yong with a half-smile, and then glanced at Guan Ji, "I remember that you just got the post of Yizhou Diannong School Captain, so you couldn't wait to write a letter, so that you can plant more crops in your own land. Young Master, you even told the Prime Minister that it would be of great use."
"Well, Yizhou Diannong Xiaowei can supervise the agricultural affairs of the whole Yizhou. Even the prime minister will have to seriously think about it if you say it. You are the only one in Jincheng who dares to plant mulberry trees in the ground, and the government will not care about it. After all, when it comes to farming, who dares to compare with Yizhou Diannong Xiaowei?"
"Hehe..." Feng Yong pretended to be stupid and glanced at Guan Ji secretly. He saw that her pretty face was red and she didn't dare to look over.
Well, she is a good wife who takes care of her family, that’s for sure.
For the sake of my husband’s family, I even stripped off all the branches of the mulberry tree at my husband’s house, and I wonder if an ax was used?
