"Then the matter is settled." Old man Li hammered the root and added a hammer on it, "A few days ago, the autumn harvest was harvested, and it was inconvenient to replace the fields on the farm. Now that the autumn harvest has arrived, doesn't Feng Langjun think that the new Zhuangzi is far away? It just so happened that the old man and the He family also had some relatives, if Feng Langjun really wanted to change, the old man's old face would still be open. ”

"The kid hasn't thanked the prince for this matter!" Feng Yong saluted again, "Taigong has done the kid a great favor." ”

"They are all close neighbors, and it is also appropriate to help each other." Old man Li said with a smile, "Speaking of which, the He family and the old man took advantage of this matter, and the new village is all the best water to water the ground!" The old man also got 500 acres of land elsewhere. On this Zhuangzi, there is no 500 acres of Shangtian, but I am afraid that Feng Langjun will suffer some losses. Do you want the old man to send you some extra tenant labor? ”

This is said at a high level, and it helps people a lot, but it is said as if it owes others, which makes people feel a little grateful when they hear it.

"No loss, no loss! As long as it can be exchanged, there will be no loss, the Feng family is not prosperous, Xinzhuang can't take care of it, and it is a headache to put it there. Forget about the labor, in a few days, there will be some more people coming over from the village, which should be enough. ”

In these years, labor is in short supply. Although the Xinzhuang side was raided by the government, the tenants in the village were not guilty and had already run away. Of course, it is more likely that the He family directly took over the tenants, so Xinzhuang is an empty Zhuangzi. Under normal circumstances, even if it is replaced, there is no reason to give Feng Yong free labor.

However, I talked to that Li Yi about taking over the veterans earlier, and if I calculate the time, it is almost up, plus those wingman families, I am not afraid that no one will farm.

"It seems that Feng Langjun has a plan, so the old man won't do much. If you are busy first, the old man will not bother. Old man Li got what he wanted, said goodbye to satisfaction and walked briskly.

"That kid won't send it to the princess." Feng Yong returned the salute and said loudly.

Seeing that the old man waved his hand back without looking back, Feng Yong smiled, it seems that it is not bad to be a neighbor with such an old man.

"Don't throw the stones you pick up, just pile them together." Feng Yong, who was in a happy mood, turned around and stood on the highest point of the hillside, with one hand on his waist and the other pointing at a few troublemakers who threw stones at the stream down the slope and scolded, like an evil overseer.

At that moment, two adults rushed out of the crowd, picked one up with their armpits, threw it in front of Feng Yong, "snapped" a few times, each slapped a few butts, and finally gave Feng Yong a smile on his waist: "I'm sorry for the master's house, the little one is not optimistic." ”

Feng Yong waved his hand: "Call all the literate children in the house." ”

I feel that I have miscalculated, there were few people in the village before, and I was used to pulling all the adults and children on the work, and I was not enough to do it. Now that there are more of these wingmen, there are more more people, and there is no need to let children go into battle. This kind of thing is manual work, and children have little strength and too many people, which sometimes gets in the way.

It seems that he is still too inexperienced, and if the housekeeper arranges it, it will not be like this.

In a few days, I will come again to batch the veterans who drag the family, and this matter has already been mentioned to the housekeeper, so the housekeeper went into the city early this morning to buy daily necessities.

"Stand in line."

Found a temporary vacant lot, Feng Yong ordered.

The children of the village had almost formed an instinct for the master's password, and they were soon lined up in two columns as usual.

The noise on the slope suddenly became much quieter.

For the farmers of Fengzhuang, the children's queuing is linked to literacy and reading, which is a very sacred thing. In their eyes, they have never been able to read for generations, just to make their children literate, Fengzhuang is the best place in the world.

Sure enough, I only heard the owner's family open his mouth: "Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate." The sun and the moon are shining, and the Chensu is lined up...... One, two, three, start. ”

So among the immature children's voices, there were also a few male duck voices in the voice-changing period, which sounded on the small hillside of Fengzhuang: "Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is ......desolate."

The sound of the children's recitation seems to inject endless energy into the bodies of the adults at once. The enthusiasm of the farmers for their work immediately rose, and there was even some inexplicable uncontrollable madness.

It was obvious that it was a stone that could only be lifted by two people, but a woman picked it up directly, and still had the strength to walk a few steps quickly, threw it into a fixed pile of stones, and then looked back at the child not far away, with a satisfied smile on her face.

One of the few men in the village, hearing the sound of the child reading, took off his upper clothes directly, bent down, and used his hands to pick at the big stone hidden in the soil, roaring like a reckless ox, the green tendons on his arm burst out, and turned out the stone that could only be pried up with a pickaxe......

Although he knew that the farmers admired literacy and reading, Feng Yong still underestimated how much the children's reading sound stimulated them. Feng Yong didn't know what the villagers were thinking, but he felt the excitement of the villagers, turned his head to look, and couldn't see anything unusual for a while.

But when he saw the wingman on the other side, the difference suddenly became apparent. The two groups of people who were obviously working at similar speeds in front of them were now suddenly much faster, and many of them were still carrying soil or holding stones for a while.

In contrast, the wingman was much more silent. The little ones looked at their peers with envy and stared at their peers who were endorsing. Adults, on the other hand, have a little inferiority complex and try to control themselves from looking over there, but they can't help but sneak a glance or two out of the corner of their eyes.

In terms of human nature, Feng Yong believes in the theory that human nature is inherently evil. If he throws away the morality that man has bound himself, and then annihilates the spirit as a primate, then he will think that there is no difference between man and animal.

In this barbaric era, even the Han people, as representatives of the highest civilization, had their morality directed only at the Han themselves, and the dividing line between races was so obvious. As a traverser, Feng Yong didn't have any other prejudices against his wingmen, but his surroundings were like this, and he had to be careful to hide his differences.

If the bureaucrats arrive in Fengzhuang, they will immediately be treated the same as everyone else, which will not only make the original villagers in Fengzhuang feel uncomfortable, but also make the bureaucrats not cherish the hard-won life.

Ascend Mien, fight Mi Qiu, the old saying is generally very reasonable.

Feng Yong had a supervisor in his previous life, he was a good man, his subordinates were late, he helped to ask for leave, his subordinates made mistakes, he helped cover up, and the year-end summary showed that his team members were the laziest and had the worst business.

Later, he was criticized, he wanted to strictly grasp the system, and reminded his subordinates many times that whoever was late would be deducted from his salary. How do you know that it has only been carried out for a month, and all the people under your hands have been blown up, there was no such thing before, how can this be done now? In the end, the matter got big, and I actually stabbed the boss, and the boss finally made a decision, and I was all fired! One didn't fall well.

Therefore, rotten good people should not be. Because people's hearts are always insufficient, some things come too easily, and they will not be cherished.

Up to now, except for the housekeeper who recruited a wingman girl into the mansion to help, the bureaucrats still had to abide by the unwritten rule that they should not approach the Feng Mansion if they had nothing to do, not to mention that their children could read and write like the children of the village.