MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 67 land reclamation

  Chapter 67 Land reclamation

   "Mum, aunt!"

  The very cheerful little Lolita ran in with her skirts in her hands, bowed to her mother and aunt respectively, then got up and looked around, but she didn't find what she wanted, and her expression was a little disappointed.

  Seeing her daughter's expression, Zhang Xiahou's heart skipped a beat. What is this child looking for?

   "Si Niang, come here, Mom wants to ask you something."

  Zhang Xing leaned over obediently, raised his head and asked, "What does Mom want to ask?"

  Ms. Zhang Xiahou pondered for a long time before asking: "Si Niang, is it more fun in the palace or in Fengzhuang?"

  As soon as Zhang Xing heard this, his eyes lit up: "It's fun in the palace."

  Zhang Xiahou let out a sigh of relief.

   "But Feng Zhuang is more fun, and the emperor's brother-in-law is not as fun as Feng Langjun."

  Zhang Xiahou almost choked in his throat.

  Who did this kid learn to pant from?

  Zhang Xiahou had a polite yet awkward smile on his face: "Don't say that about your emperor's brother-in-law, the emperor is naturally good..."

"But it's not as fun as Feng Langjun." Zhang Xing still insisted on his beliefs, and tried hard to convince his mother, "The emperor's brother-in-law doesn't know how to weave dogs out of weeds, and doesn't know how to make willow whistles out of willow branches. Yes, and I don’t know how to touch fish, let alone…”

"Okay, okay..." Mrs. Zhang Xiahou interrupted her daughter. She didn't know what it was like. She was still struggling with selling her daughter for glory just now, but she didn't expect that her daughter had already sold herself before the sale started. It was sold, really... daughter, you look like this, how can grandma sell you for a good price?

  Huang Yueying could not hide a smile on her face, and said to Zhang Xiahou: "Sister, what do you think...?"

Zhang Xiahou helplessly pushed her daughter towards Huang Yueying, and said with a wry smile: "What else can I say, I can't blame her for not arguing to enter the palace to play like she used to, and always talking about something that makes me laugh." The words that people can't understand have their roots here. That Feng Langjun is strange, he can even coax children!"

   The word "children" has a particularly strong bite.

Huang Yueying nodded understandingly: "Sister, don't worry, my younger sister said that I treat Si Niang as my own daughter, so I won't let her be wronged. Now she is still young and her temperament is not stable. matter, who can say for sure?"

"That's good." The Zhang Xiahou family was relieved after receiving the guarantee, nodded and said, "My husband-in-law, who has been with the late emperor all his life, has just fought for the foundation of the Zhang family. Today's Zhang family is better than the previous one. Insufficient, but more than enough, I dare not ask for more. I have said before, I don’t ask her to be rich and wealthy, but peace and happiness are blessings. Even now, I still Thinking like this. From now on, how she wants to go is up to her pleasure."

   "Sister said yes." Huang Yueying answered with her head bowed.

   "Si Niang, will your aunt take you to Fengzhuang to play?"

   "Really?" Zhang Xing threw himself into Huang Yueying's arms all at once, poked his little head inside a few times, and then raised his head, "Auntie is so kind!"

  Zhang Xiahou's expression was a little helpless. Who was this daughter born to?

  Probably because God saw the big man’s many disasters these years, he sent a rare kindness. This year’s autumn harvest not only did not rain, but also gave many days of sunny days in a row.

  Feng Yong, according to Huang Yueying's instructions, dried and sealed up the grain harvested from the few acres of land sprinkled with farmyard manure, waiting for her to come to inspect and accept it.

  This practice made the farmer a little worried, so he ran to ask the housekeeper what was going on. When the housekeeper yelled, "When will it be your turn to tell the master what the master is going to do? Besides, when did our master let the people in the village suffer? It's all a group of ghosts who have lost their minds." Yes! In the future, I will let the old man hear someone gossip behind your back in the village, carefully I will peel off your skin!"

After scolding people, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "It's not like you didn't miss the day when the scythe was opened. A nobleman came to measure the land. The master is saving the grain from the land for the The nobleman is looking at it. After the nobleman has seen it, it will naturally be shared among you."

   The housekeeper actually hated Feng Yong's behavior of lying under the willow tree fishing all day long. Do you think there is any master in the world who would look like this in front of the dealer? When the farmers in the other village came to their lord, which one was not trembling? As far as his farmer is concerned, although the farmer has no disrespect for the lord, but when it comes to fear, there is not much fear - how does this look like the lord!

  After the autumn harvest, it is reasonable to rest for a few days, and then prepare to plant winter wheat. But Feng Zhuang's master is a troublemaker, so after only two days of rest, he started to do some confusing things again.

  It's not a strange thing to open up wasteland, but the wasteland around here has almost been reclaimed, and the owner's idea is to hit the hillsides behind Zhuangzi. Can food be grown on hillsides? This is the question in the hearts of the farmers, but no one dares to laugh at the owner in private anymore. In addition to being afraid that the housekeeper would hear that he really loosened the skin for himself, Feng Yong had subconsciously convinced the farmers in the village.

  The changes in Zhuangzi are getting bigger and bigger every day, and everyone can see it. According to the steward, the master's family is the son of a high-ranking man, so he dare not gossip anymore and lose his duty. I think there must be a reason for the master to ask us to do this, as long as we do it.

  The Liao people who lived in the cave at the foot of the hill were even more worried: This master will not drive us away, will he?

Feng Yongcai didn't bother to care about the thoughts of those farmers and bureaucrats. He really felt annoyed by the farming policy of the feudal society. You said that you should not only care whether the land is always cultivated, but also what is planted in the land. Is it too much?

   These people don’t understand what a market economy is. In future generations, who cares what you grow in your field? There are many things in the world that use cultivated land to build houses. As long as the "chicken fart" goes up, who cares if you have a food crisis?

   There is no way to communicate with the backward feudal people. Even if you want to use a small piece of land to grow tea seedlings after the autumn harvest, you will be fined. This is completely unreasonable! In the end, there was no other way, so Feng Yong had no choice but to put his idea on the hillside. He chose a small hillside where no one lived, and directly pulled people from the village who could come out to open up wasteland—I planted some tea trees on my own hillside. won't say anything?

At the beginning, Feng Yong thought about collecting tea seeds for planting. Later, he discovered that the tea trees were cross-pollinated. Only six tea trees were found in the mountains behind, and none of them could produce any seeds. hair! Fortunately, cuttings can also be used to reproduce, so that Feng Yong's great planting business will not be aborted.

   But in this way, my own tea leaves have to be saved - almost all the branches that can be cut down from the six tea trees have been cut down. Before the new branches grow, I don't want to pick another piece of tea!

  (end of this chapter)