Guan Ji was moved when she saw her Alang was so considerate.
But somehow, seeing that weird (obscene) smile on his face, I always felt like something was wrong.
"Weird! I always feel like you have something else to say."
Guan Ji, who couldn't tell what was wrong, rolled her eyes at Feng Yong, then reached out and took out a letter from her arms, "Siniang gave you a letter."
Feng Yong, who was just glad to have escaped the disaster, trembled when he heard this. Lou Zi's mouth was not aimed at the bucket, and he poured more than a dozen loaches outside in one fell swoop.
"Wha...what letter? Whose letter?"
Feng Yong was not in the mood to care about the loaches jumping around on the ground, and looked at Guan Ji guiltily, "Which fourth lady?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it's the one who sings the loach song."
A naughty smile appeared on Guan Ji's beautiful face, as if she was very interested in the appearance of her Alang.
Feng Yong coughed and forced himself to calm down, but the trembling basket in his hand betrayed his panic.
"Oh, Si Niang went to Nanxiang. She must have encountered some problems, so she wrote to ask."
"Sanniang, you also know that after all, ordinary people can't solve this Nanxiang problem..."
Feng Yong explained nonchalantly, like a garrulous old woman, and put Lou Zi down calmly, "I'm busy now. How about Sanniang help me open it and read it to me?"
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, then stuffed the letter into Feng Yong's arms, "This is a letter written by Siniang to A Lang. What does it mean for me to read it? I believe A Lang."
After saying that, she asked him to kiss his face softly, and whispered, "Although I know that the book says that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, but now that I see A Lang personally cooking for me, I don't know why, I feel really happy. Woolen cloth."
"Alang won't blame me for thinking this way, right?"
During the honeymoon period, Guan Ji became much more clingy than before. Even though there was a faint fishy smell, the relationship between the two felt full of tenderness.
"There is a saying circulated among my disciples, which was said by the founder himself, which is 'do it yourself, and you will have enough food and clothing'. This cooking matter is also among the ranks of do-it-yourselfers."
"So what I did was to follow the teacher's instructions. Why should Xijun feel guilty? Besides, as long as I am with Xijun, I feel full even if I drink water, not to mention such delicious food? I am full of joy. That’s normal.”
Feng Langjun's sweet words immediately enchanted Lady Guan, who had the power of a tiger girl.
But seeing her eyes watering, she just wished she could have sex with this guy. For a moment, she actually forgot to care about what Siniang said in her letter.
"Xijun is tired from running around today, so why not take a bath first and relax. After you wash up, you can taste this delicious food in the world."
After Feng Yong half coaxed and half pushed Guan Ji to take a bath, he squatted down and sadly picked up the dusty loach.
With sugar, braised rice has a real soul.
Braised loach, stewed loach with tofu, and a plate of salt and pepper loach, the aroma filled the room when it was served.
Although Guan Ji asked if such ugly things could be eaten at first, she started to swallow her saliva as soon as she smelled the aroma.
He picked one up with chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth, his eyes brightening.
Guan Ji is the daughter of a monarch, and she should have been educated as a lady.
Sitting there, his posture was upright, looking as demure as water, and he would cover it with his sleeves from time to time, moving his small mouth slightly, not even showing his teeth, let alone making any other movements. After a while, there was a lot less food on the table.
After dinner, the sky started to get dark.
Guan Ji lit a pottery lamp in the room, spread out the map, took out a small notebook and a charcoal pen, and began to write and draw.
Tung oil is abundant in Nanzhong. Although it has a strong smell of fireworks, it is much stronger than butter or other oils. It is also cheap and plentiful, so you don’t have to worry about it.
Nanzhong also produces a kind of rush, which can be used directly as a wick when dried, which is very useful.
Feng Yong lit two more lamps to make the room much brighter, so as not to damage Guan Ji's eyes.
Then he leaned over, put his hands on her shoulders, and massaged her, "Xijun, you've been working hard these days."
When Guan Ji heard this, she raised her head and smiled gently, her face full of brilliance, "It's not hard, I should also thank Alang for giving me the opportunity to do these things."
As he spoke, he clicked on the map again, which showed the terrain near Qiongdu, "Alang, on the mountain here, there is a Yi people's stronghold, which is quite hidden. Not only was it unwilling to come down the mountain, but it also injured the people we sent there. people."
"I feel that we should send troops to persuade others. Otherwise, if others see that this village does not obey the Ghost King's orders, it will be fine. Wouldn't it be that they want to follow suit?"
Send troops to persuade?
If I try to persuade you, wouldn’t it require an extra group of laborers?
Feng Tubiao felt that his mother-in-law's words were really tactful.
Feng Yong nodded, "This kind of thing is arranged by Mr. Xi. You are the postal supervisor, and catching theft is your duty."
"I always have to talk to you, a long-time historian."
After Guan Ji said this, she looked at her notebook again, then picked up the charcoal pen, wrote and drew on the map, and marked some incomprehensible symbols.
At the same time, he exclaimed in admiration, "Alang's ability to draw maps is really amazing. I don't know how much trouble has been saved."
"That is!"
When Feng Tibi heard this, he immediately raised his head and boasted, "In order to learn CA... Well, in order to learn this drawing, I just laid down the basics..."
There is geography in junior high school, geography in high school, and two more years of public courses in college, that is...
"It's eight years. You need to learn the basics for eight years, and then you can finally get started."
"No wonder!"
Guan Ji nodded when she heard this, "No wonder Alang can draw such a detailed map just by observing the terrain."
"What's this?"
When Feng Yong heard his mother-in-law's praise, he couldn't help but pretend to click Guan Jitu's symbol.
"Concubine's defense plan, Alang, look at it. The city wall of Qiongdu is now in ruins. If any tribe that is short-sighted wants to cause trouble, if there is no preparation, wouldn't it be in a hurry?"
"So I patrol around on weekdays, firstly to inquire about the situation of the surrounding Yi people's strongholds, and secondly, to inspect the surrounding terrain and see where the attack point will be if there is an enemy coming to attack."
Guan Ji pointed to another small black spot on the map, "Look, Alang, this is the pasture you planned. If an enemy attacks from outside, this is the best direction..."
His mother-in-law was better at leading troops in battle than he was, and there was indeed a reason why Guan Suo was known as the brave general passed down from generation to generation.
Feng Tubiao felt a little hurt in his self-esteem, "Well, it would be great if I could have Sanniang's leadership ability. It wouldn't be like now, where everyone is busy and I am just wandering around all day long..."
"What are you talking about, Alang?"
However, Guan Ji was not happy to hear this and scolded, "Alang's body of a daughter, as long as he sits in the city, Qiongdu will be as stable as Mount Tai, and the Yuejun barbarians will not dare to cause chaos. This is the talent that can lead the overall situation."
"No matter how powerful I am, I am just an ordinary man. I can only lead a battalion of soldiers at most. How can I compare with Alang?"
"Besides, don't you know a few things that Alang knows? Not to mention this map, this paper, even this charcoal pen, it will be much more convenient than before!"
These words made people feel very comfortable. Feng Tibi grinned and said, "No, Nanxiang's products must be high-quality!"
When I talk about Nanxiang, I think of Siniang who went to Nanxiang. When I think of Siniang, I remember the letter she wrote to me.
I touched my body and found nothing.
He probably put it down when he was taking a shower after eating. Then he walked to the table and flipped through the map on the table.
"What are you looking for, Alang?"
"Oh, Xijun, didn't you give me a letter when you came back? I remembered to put it on the table, but why can't I find it now?"
"I will help you put it on the couch."
"oh."
Feng Yong took it from the couch, sat at the table, and tore it open in front of Guan Ji.
"Why didn't Alang look ahead?"
Guan Ji glanced for a moment, then lowered her head, seemingly unconcerned, and asked casually.
"How can I have time to read it? Besides, it shouldn't be a big deal. It doesn't matter if I read it a little later."
Feng Yong said, and also glanced at Guan Ji secretly.
When I opened the letter paper, I saw the familiar elegant yet strong font. The first sentence on it read: Feng Langjun personally inspected it.
Feng Yongqing "tsk", he used to call me brother of the Feng family, but now he has become Feng Langjun.
Alas, I feel a little disappointed in my heart.
After gathering my thoughts, I read on and found that the tone in Zhang Xingyi's letter was extremely polite.
The loss in my heart is even worse.
It seems that I chose Guan Ji and it hurt her a lot.
"What did Si Niang say in the letter?"
Although Guan Ji said she wouldn't look at it, she was still concerned in her heart. Seeing that Feng Yong's expression was not right, she couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, just asking me if I know who Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng is, and asking me if I want to be alone."
Feng Yong handed the letter over generously and explained.
"who?"
"Li Tong."
"Li Tong? Isn't he the husband of the Li family?"
Guan Ji also kicked Li Tong back then, almost knocking his breath out, and she still has some impressions.
"right."
Feng Yong's face was a little solemn, "Six Niang also praised this person's talent in the letter. This Li Tong is obviously a descendant of a noble family. He has no knowledge and skills. Where did he get his talent?"
"After all, Li Tong is a child of a noble family. It's normal for him to be accustomed to eating high-quality rice. But how can he be regarded as uneducated and incompetent?"
Guan Ji disagreed with Feng Yong's statement, so she picked up the letter and read it carefully.
"I just don't like that guy anyway!"
Feng Yong said angrily.
Damn it, leaving him in Nanxiang would be a disaster. If he had known earlier, he should have asked Old Mrs. Li to bring him back to Jincheng.
"I don't like him either, but Si Niang said in the letter that she thinks this man is still capable and wants to ask him to do something. Why is Alang angry?"
Guan Ji was puzzled.
"How can Si Niang distinguish between good and bad at such a young age? I am afraid that she will be deceived."
Feng Yongqiang explained himself.
There is no doubt that this kid from an aristocratic family is the best at making people happy because of his good skin. A young lady like Siniang is the easiest to be deceived.
"Who in Nanxiang dares to deceive the Zhang family's young lady? Will they risk their lives?"
Guan Ji was a little moved after reading the letter, "The letter said that Li Tong can raise geese, and he can also use goose feathers to make a kind of pen that has the advantages of both a brush and a charcoal pen. He even listed many ways to raise geese. benefit……"
As he said that, he looked at Feng Yong and said, "Siniang's letter reminded me. Since Alang knows the art of blessing chickens and wengs, why didn't he expect to raise geese at first?"
"Who says I didn't expect it? I just don't want to raise it."
Feng Yong said angrily.
Geese are very vicious and will chase people and bite them when they are annoyed.
There are ponds everywhere in the south. When I was a kid, there was a pond near a house on the way to school. They raised a group of geese. One time, for some unknown reason, the leading male goose chased me and bit me for a long distance.
When I went to bed at night, I found that my buttocks and thighs were covered with bruises and they were in constant pain.
From then on, I had a psychological shadow on the goose.
That group of geese is a nuisance. They walk slowly. It's okay if they go into the pond. But if you encounter them standing on the roadside grazing, you have to stand far away. Only when they leave can you dare to continue walking. .
It made me late for school several times, which is not a good thing.
Besides, if you raise chickens and ducks, you can eat meat and collect eggs. How many eggs can you lay in a year if you raise geese?
In the past, raising chickens was most common in rural areas, followed by ducks, and finally geese. It is not unreasonable.
Because this depends on output and comprehensive income, rather than just looking at the advantages of a certain aspect.
At that time, Feng Yong was in urgent need of nutrition to replenish his body, enhance his resistance, and facilitate his survival. Eggs were the most convenient and best source. How could he be in the mood to raise geese?
"Why don't you want to raise it?"
Guan Ji didn't understand the pain in Feng Tubao's heart, and she even poked at the pain point and asked.
"These chickens and ducks not only lay many eggs, but they can also prevent locusts. If you put them in the ground, they can hunt locusts on their own. And our dry food requires a lot of chicken and duck eggs, right? How can this goose get these benefits?"
"I see, I was out of consideration."
Guan Ji did not doubt that he was there, nodded, and said apologetically, "This farming thing is what A Lang learned. How can anyone else compare to A Lang? What A Lang does makes sense."
"Isn't that right?"
Feng Yong came round and immediately started to tremble. He said with a proud voice, "Then Li Tong just picked up a loophole and deceived Siniang."
"Then Alang, do you want to explain this matter to Siniang?"
Guan Ji asked with burning eyes.
"Of course..." Feng Yong was about to blurt out his true thoughts, but as soon as he saw Guan Ji's bright eyes, his words changed to, "No. Raising geese is not as good as raising chickens and ducks." Good, but there are some benefits.”
"If Si Niang wants to give it a try, then let her try it. Then just let people keep an eye on her and don't let Li Tong deceive her."
Later generations of goose down jackets were becoming more expensive. Feng Yong naturally knew this and thought that if he really let his mother raise him, it would be a good thing.
But why did Li Tong suddenly know how to raise geese? And just raising geese is worthy of a letter from Siniang asking for someone?
A certain rustic was puzzled.
It's just that although Zhang Xingyi is young, she is very quirky. She is so angry that she will do something to make a certain country turtle look at her differently.
Thinking that this country bumpkin has the skill of wishing chickens and wengweng, he must have considered raising geese, so this raising of geese may not be taken seriously by him.
But this is not necessarily the case for animal bees. This honey water is a precious thing.
So how could she tell all the reasons for wanting someone?
Feng Yong thought for a long time, but naturally couldn't figure out the real reason, so he had to give up in the end.
When I couldn't figure it out, I tried to figure it out for others, such as Xijun in front of me.
Looking at the beauty under the lamp, the more I look at it, the more my heart becomes moved.
Feng Yong quietly moved over and asked in a gentle voice, "Is Mr. Xi finished?"
"Not yet. How can it be so easy? We have to continue to inspect it tomorrow, and some places still need to be repaired..."
"We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. It's not urgent. There's something I want to ask Mr. Xi for help."
"What's the matter?"
"I want to hand in my homework, please help me revise it carefully."
"What does handing in homework mean?"
"Does Loach know?"
"Didn't you just eat tonight?"
"Yes, eat loaches, big loaches, the boss..."
Feng Yong half coaxed and half pulled Guan Ji towards the couch.
Guan Ji accidentally touched something, and she understood it all at once. Her face was about to bleed, and she cursed in a low voice, "Feng Mingwen, you big hooligan!"
"Hey..." 8)
