"Mother, uncle!"

The very cheerful little Lori ran in with her skirt and gave a salute to her aunt and uncle, and then got up and looked around, not finding what she wanted, and looking a little disappointed.

Seeing his daughter's expression, Zhang Xiahou's heart "chuckled", what is this child looking for?

"Siniang come here, Grandma has something to ask you."

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

Zhang Xiahou pondered for a while before he asked, "Siniang, is it more fun in the palace or is it more fun in Fengzhuang?" ”

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

Zhang Xiahou breathed 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 in one breath.

Who did this kid learn from?

Zhang Xiahou had a polite but embarrassed smile on his face: "Don't say this 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 will not use weed to weave dogs, and will not use willow branches to make willow whistles, and there are also, and he will not touch fish, let alone ......."

"Okay, okay......" Zhang Xiahou interrupted his daughter's words, he didn't know what it was like, he was still struggling with selling a woman for glory or something just now, but he didn't expect that before he started selling, his daughter had already sold herself by herself, it was really ...... Daughter, you look like this, how can you sell your mother for a good price?

With an unconcealable smile on her face, Huang Yueying said to Zhang Xiahou: "Sister, look...... How is it? ”

Zhang Xiahou reluctantly pushed his daughter to Huang Yueying's side, and said with a wry smile: "What else can I say, I can't complain that she is not as noisy as she used to be in the palace these days, and she is always chanting some words that people can't understand, it turns out that the root is here." That Feng Langjun is unusual, even coaxing children! ”

The three words "child" bite very hard.

Huang Yueying nodded understandingly: "Sister, don't worry, my little sister said, Siniang, this child, I also looked at it as my own daughter, and I won't let her be wronged." Now that she is still young and her heart is not stable, who can say for sure what will happen in the future? ”

"That's fine." Zhang Xiahou got the guarantee, so he put his mind at ease, nodded and said, "My husband-in-law has followed the first emperor all his life, and he has only fought for the foundation of the Zhang family. Today's Zhang Mansion is less than the top, but it is more than the bottom, and I don't dare to ask for more. I have said before, this Siniang, I don't want her to be rich, but it is a blessing to ask for peace and joy, even now, I still think so. How she wants to go from here, and she is happy. ”

"That's what my sister said." Huang Yueying bowed her head in reply.

"Siniang, will your uncle take you to Fengzhuang to play?"

"Really?" Zhang Xing threw himself into Huang Yueying's arms at once, and his little head drilled into it a few times before he raised his head, "Uncle is so good!" ”

Zhang Xiahou's face was a little helpless, who was born to this daughter?

Probably because God saw the many disasters and hardships of the Han over the years, he gave a rare kindness, and this year's autumn harvest not only did not rain, but also gave many days of sunny days.

According to Huang Yueying's instructions, Feng Yong dried and sealed the grain collected from the acres of land sprinkled with farmhouse fertilizer, and waited for her to accept it.

This made the dealer a little worried, so he ran to ask the housekeeper what was going on. was scolded angrily by the housekeeper: "What the master wants to do, when will it be your turn to point fingers?" Not to mention anything else, when did our master make the people in the village suffer? It's all a bunch of ghosts who have lost their minds! In the future, let the old man, I hear someone chewing the root of the tongue behind the back of the village, and carefully I will pick your skin! ”

After scolding the people, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "On the day of the opening of the sickle, you didn't see that a noble person came to measure the land. The lord kept the grain that had been dug down in the land for the nobles to see. After the nobles see it, they will naturally give it to you. ”

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

After the autumn harvest, it is reasonable to rest for a few days before preparing to plant winter wheat. But the owner of Feng Zhuang is a toss-up, so he only rested for two days, and began to do some confusing things again.

It is not a strange thing to open up the wasteland, but the wasteland in the vicinity has almost been cleared, and the master has actually hit the idea on the slopes behind Zhuangzi. Can you grow food on the hillside? This is the question in the hearts of the bankers, but no one dares to laugh at the owner in private. In addition to being afraid that the housekeeper would hear that he really gave himself loose skin, more importantly, unconsciously, Feng Yong had already convinced the dealer on the village.

The changes in this Zhuangzi are getting bigger and bigger day by day, and everyone can see it. Listening to the housekeeper, this master is a son of a master, but he doesn't dare to chew the root of his tongue anymore and lose his duty. I think there must be some reason why the Lord wants us to do this, just do it.

And the bureaucrats who live in the cave at the foot of the hillside have an extra layer of worry: this master family will not drive us away, will he?

Feng Yongcai didn't bother to care what those farmers and bureaucrats thought, he really felt a pain in the arable land policy of feudal society, you said that you not only have to manage the land, but also have to manage what is planted in the field, is it too much?

These people don't understand what a market economy is, and in the next generation, who cares what you plant in the field? There are many things in the world about building houses with arable land. 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, and even if you want to use a small piece of land to cut and cultivate tea seedlings after the autumn harvest, you will be fined, which is completely unreasonable! In the end, there was no way, Feng Yong had no choice but to hit the idea on the hillside, and immediately chose a small hillside where no one lived, and directly pulled the people who could come out of the village to open up the wasteland - Lao Tzu planted some tea trees on the hillside of his house, you wouldn't say anything, right?

At the beginning, Feng Yong was still thinking about collecting tea seeds for planting, but later found out that the tea trees were cross-pollinated, and a total of six tea trees were found on the mountains behind, and they couldn't even produce seeds, and they also collected hair! Fortunately, it can also be propagated by cuttings, so as not to make Feng Yong's planting cause stillborn.

But in this way, you have to save your own tea - almost all the branches that can be cut down by six tea trees are cut down, and you don't want to pick another tea leaf until new branches grow!