There are no salty browns, no sweet browns, only white browns.

It's not tasty.

Feng Yong took two bites, and he wanted not to eat it, but he looked at Ah Mei who was standing next to him waiting to serve, and then looked at Guan Ji who was eating with her sleeves covered her face.

"This brown ...... Horn millet, did you make it with Sanniang? ”

Feng Yong asked Xiang Amei.

"Yes, my lord. Guan Niangzi personally picked the wild leaves. ”

Hearing this, Guan Ji glanced up at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong immediately stuffed the remaining brown seeds in his hand into his mouth, nodded and said, "Not bad, it's delicious." ”

After eating one, look at everyone eating the second and third browns, especially Zhao Guang, there is no more on the case.

Feng Yong took a sip of millet porridge, and thought about eating another one, but he couldn't eat it.

The first time he ate the brown seeds of this era, Feng Yong was a little disappointed.

When he returned to his study and sat down, he was about to open the bamboo slips when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

I saw Amei push open the door and walk in with a pot of water and a bowl.

When Feng Yong was in the study, he had to put some water in the study in case he was thirsty, which was his habit.

"What's wrong? Why don't you come and sit down? ”

Feng Yong took a long time before he realized that this girl seemed to be a little abnormal.

When he had free time, he sometimes revised his self-created Three Kingdoms edition of the Xinhua Dictionary in his study.

At this time, he needs Ame to help him.

No way, it's too tedious.

He's been doing it for almost a year, and he's only done half of it at most.

This is still on the basis of copying the interpretation of "Shuowen Jie Zi".

Amei had learned pinyin, which just allowed her to learn while helping.

Feng Yong raised his head, only to see Ah Mei bowing her head in a hurry, as if she had done something wrong.

"Lord...... Is today's breakfast not delicious? ”

Ah Mei plucked up her courage and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Feng Yong thought about it, although he was a little disappointed in the brown of this era, but others couldn't even eat enough, how could he be the kind of person who "why not eat millet"?

Besides, Amei can also make mugwort that is different from others, which is already very careful.

"The Lord is not like this on weekdays."

Ah Mei bit her lip, "The servant has served the lord for so long, and she knows the lord's temperament. If today's breakfast was delicious, I wouldn't have eaten so little. ”

This girl, can't you put this carefulness on your studies?

Feng Yong sighed and said, "Lord, I don't have a good appetite today, okay?" Besides, didn't I eat a bowl of porridge? Less pondering these useless things, you put these thoughts on reading, more than anything else. ”

"But the maid wants to read, just so that he can understand what is written on the book left by the adult, and now the maid already knows that it is a medical book."

Ah Mei whispered again, "Steward Zhao also said that the servant must serve the lord well." ”

"Don't!"

Feng Tuqiu almost jumped up when he heard Amei's words, one of my mother's sisters had already disappointed me, if you also had no motivation to study, then I really wouldn't have time to cry.

"For me, only the most proficient servant girl is a good servant girl. If you want to serve me well, you can't do it without reading, you know? ”

Such a genius, or a genius who can be completely in his own hands, if it is wasted like this, do I want the face of the traverser?

"Sit down! There's so much work to do. ”

Feng Yong really couldn't see this girl's appearance, and immediately scolded, "Am I so busy that I can't see the lord all day long?" Knowing that she is a servant girl, she still doesn't think of a way to share a little, what about you, what are you stunned? ”

Ah Mei was scolded and cringed, and was about to walk up, when she saw another knock outside the door.

"Who?"

Feng Yong asked angrily.

"Brother, it's a little sister."

Guan Ji's cold voice sounded outside the door.

"Ouch," as soon as Feng Tu heard Guan Ji's voice, he hurriedly got up and went to open the door without waiting for Ah Mei to react.

"Sanniang is here, sit down quickly, take advantage of these free days, just catch up with this "Xinhua Dictionary"."

Ah Mei can read and write, but she hasn't learned to write for a long time.

As for Feng Tuqiu, not to mention, he can't even write well with a pen, let alone a brush.

Although I have practiced hard for the past year, I can write something that makes people barely see what the words are, font glyphs or something, and I don't have any.

So at this time, Guan Ji, who can not only carve bamboo slips, but also can draw silver hook calligraphy with one hand, is very important.

Guan Ji didn't sit down, but glanced at Amei who lowered her head, and pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother, is this teaching Amei a lesson again?" ”

"Who called her so stupid?"

Feng Yong didn't give Ah Mei a good face.

He did it on purpose.

As long as she is studying, Feng Yong rarely praises her.

It's stupid anyway.

Since you're stupid, you should study harder, shouldn't you?

"Today is a heavy five festival," Guan Ji said, "Then the wormwood and calamus have not been hung up, why don't you take a day off?" ”

Hey? That's right.

What about the Dragon Boat Festival, why not have a holiday?

In my previous life, I encountered holidays, in addition to overtime or overtime, all kinds of overtime.

Either in the company or in bed, where is there a holiday?

Crossing here, I have to work overtime for Mao?

I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I can't be blamed for this, if you want to blame it, you can blame the evil overtime system in the future.

"Okay, holiday!"

Feng Yong waved his hand, "Everyone has a three-day holiday." The students in the school don't use it for these three days, let them play for three days. ”

"Huh? Brother, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? ”

Guan Ji didn't expect Feng Yong to think of a play, and hurriedly said, "Everyone? The weaving workshop ......"

Oops!

Feng Tujiao was quick for a while, and then he remembered that he was already a boss and gave his employees a holiday, how much loss did he gain that day?

Thinking of this, he began to feel distressed again.

"Then one day, one day for everyone in those textile workshops, those Hu prisoners of war are not counted......"

Feng Yong thought about it, shook his head again, and said, "Ask those female workers, who will make horncorn, pick them out, and let them make more horncorn." Today, Hu prisoners of war were each given an extra horn. ”

Cultivating a sense of cultural identity starts from little by little.

"The people who come to make horncorn today will be paid for two days."

Well, it's already good to be paid twice as much overtime on holidays.

It's like in later generations, when I worked overtime, I never saw anyone raise my salary, so I was a landlord and bourgeoisie with a conscience.

"That's going to cost a lot of millet."

Guan Ji hesitated.

Because she has not been able to find a good professional manager of the textile workshop, Guan Ji has been serving as the factory director now.

At this time, she looks like a budget-conscious housekeeper, which is much more real than the previous appearance of not eating fireworks in the world.