Feng Yong secretly said in his heart, last night, I didn't pay attention to the difference between the knife and pen, and when I go back today, I have to take it out to take a good look.

In fact, the main problem is that even if Feng Yong wants to pay it back now, he can't pay it back.

If you don't take it out last night, you can say that you forgot it, but then someone came to borrow a knife and pen, and it hasn't been returned, how do you explain this to others?

"Why is Feng Langjun here?"

"Oh, before coming to Hanzhong, I entrusted General Wang and found some Qiang people, who just arrived in Guancheng today. Come out at this time, ready to think about doing something. ”

"Looking for a Qiang person to do things?" Guan Jiqi said, "That Qiang people, what else can they do?" ”

"The Qiang people can't do it, I'm going to do it, but they have what I want." Feng Yong smiled mysteriously.

Guan Ji nodded: "What Feng Langjun has learned is broad and far-reaching, and the concubine is also admired. Since Feng Langjun is busy, the concubine will not bother. ”

After saying that, he clasped his fists and saluted and left.

There was no unexpected curiosity to ask, which made Feng Yong feel very defeated.

If the bubble girl is blocked, she will be unhappy in her heart, and she will vent her if she is unhappy.

In addition, the pebbles burned out the next day were simply miserable, which made Feng Yong, who had always prided himself on being erudite and talented, almost annoyed and angry, and couldn't hold back anymore on the spot.

As soon as the "horn" sounded, the poor Qiang man became Feng Yong's target of venting, and Feng Yong also learned from Zhao Guang to whip it, but it was just whipped in the air, and shouted: "Go!" Send some more people to the mountains to look for stones, like this. ”

As he spoke, Feng Yong threw a stone in front of Mu Wuzhe, which was often mined from the mountains in later generations to burn lime.

It has a characteristic, that is, the texture is relatively soft, and when it is scratched on the stone slab, it can draw a relatively clear white mark, which is everywhere in the mountains.

When I was a child, my family built a house with this kind of stone as a foundation.

It's just that at that time, there was no special stone crusher, and it was very hard to manually hold a small hammer to hammer into small pieces. At the end of the day, I feel that my hands are no longer my own, and I can't even hold chopsticks.

Fortunately, Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others didn't know what they were going to do, otherwise Feng Yong's image of Wei Guangzheng would have to be greatly reduced.

As for how to knock the mountain stone into small pieces, that is something that Mu Wuzhe has to consider.

There is no small hammer, take a pebble and tie it to the bamboo piece, the same can be knocked out, if you are lazy and not afraid of hurting your hands, you can just smash it with a pebble!

Anyway, there are mountains all around, and even if you can't smash it out, you can find a lot of broken stones.

Two meals a day, tube full!

But if anyone can't complete the task of collecting broken stones, they will go hungry for Lao Tzu!

So Zhao Guang and Wang Xun found that since their brother came to Yang'an Pass, their temperament suddenly changed a lot.

When he was in the capital, he was gentle and polite, that is, in front of Guan Ji, he would only appear, and in front of those Qiang people, he gradually became hideous, and he could even whip people.

The October CD is getting cooler and cooler.

The capital's magnates now know that a new food called ice cheese has been circulating in the palace.

Those who have eaten it have praised it as a very delicious thing and are proud of it, but those who have never eaten it are turtles.

Originally, this rare summer resort, even in the late autumn, which was already cool, was still very popular with the majority of boudoir women.

No way, these days, there are too few delicious things.

"Little lady, why don't you eat it?"

The maid of Zhang's mansion took the bowl handed over by Zhang Xing, and saw that there was still most of the ice cream in it that had not been eaten, so she couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"If you don't eat it, it's not delicious."

The pink little Lori muttered: "The ice cream sent by the emperor's brother-in-law is not as delicious as the one made by Feng Langjun." ”

Then she lifted her skirt and ran to her aunt with a "plop".

The maid couldn't help but be a little tongue-in-cheek, and listened to others, this kind of food is rare to see even those nobles outside the house, but I didn't expect it to be undelicious in the eyes of the little lady.

"Grandma, can I go to my uncle?"

Zhang Xiahou was weaving, and when he heard his little daughter running over to ask this question, he couldn't help laughing: "Why do you want to go out again?" Didn't you just enter the palace two days ago to play? ”

Zhang Xing pouted: "It's not fun in the palace, I want to go to Fengzhuang to play." ”

"Have you finished memorizing today's article?"

"After reciting it, does my mother want me to recite it to you?"

When Zhang Xing heard this, he nodded again and again: "This thousand-character essay is much easier to memorize than the previous article!" ”

"Let's listen to it."

Hearing Zhang Xing fluently recite today's homework, Zhang Xiahou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this thousand-character essay is indeed a rare child's enlightened good text, just by virtue of this, in the future history, I am afraid that I have to mention this Feng Langjun.

At the same time, he thought of his daughter talking about Fengzhuang just now, so he touched Zhang Xing's head and asked, "These days, you say that you want to go to Fengzhuang from time to time, why?" ”

Zhang Xing took out a ball of shriveled grass from his small sleeve, and he couldn't see what it looked like, and said: "This is the grass dog that Feng Langjun made for me with weed, and now I can't play with it, I want him to make another one for me." ”

"But Feng Langjun has already gone to Hanzhong, and he is no longer in Fengzhuang."

"And when will he be back?" Zhang Xing asked with wide eyes.

"I'll have to ask your uncle about this."

"Then I'm going to find my uncle, okay?"

"What are you looking for your aunt to do?"

"Let her help me get Feng Langjun back."

Eleven-year-old Lori, clenched her fists and said as if she were swearing.

Feng Yong naturally didn't know that in the capital hundreds of miles away, there was a little Lori who had been talking about him.

He's muttering about wool right now.

After tossing for several days, the lime came out, and with lime water, this could start washing the wool.

After degreasing, the wool obtained was not as white as imagined, but white with yellow, yellow with gray, but Feng Yong didn't care.

As for the work of carding, spindle, and paralleling, Feng Yong doesn't understand, the Qiang people understand some, and the Han women don't understand?

Men ploughing and women weaving are the most natural.

If he had made wool that was already equivalent to a silkworm cocoon, and those Han women did not know how to make thread with a spindle and weave it into clothes, then what qualifications did they have to be called an agrarian people? What qualifications do you have to say that Shu Jin is the first in the world?

Those unfilial descendants in later generations are still embarrassed to claim to be the country of silk?

More importantly, the requirements of wool weaving are not as high as those of silk and linen silk, and it does not matter if it is rough, which reduces the intelligence requirements of the operator in disguise.

Those Hu Yi who are nomadic in the north can make clothes from wool, but there is still a reason why the Han people can't?

Feng Yong's decision to come to Hanzhong to graze his cattle naturally took into account the selection of weaving cloth.

The dog's mother took the initiative to ask to come to Hanzhong with her, and Feng Yong also asked her about her weaving skills.

"Lady of the Wei family, come and weave these threads into cloth and see."

The loom is the standard configuration of every woman, otherwise why would the government stipulate that every household must plant a certain amount of mulberry hemp? So in this Guancheng, even if you can't find a loom, just ask someone to make one.