Although it was said that it was the autumn harvest season, the sun was still scorching, and Feng Yong held a torch around for a long time under the sun, feeling that his clothes were almost soaked, and his throat was a little smoking. As soon as the ritual was completed, everyone was about to collapse, rushed to their own exclusive fishing treasure spot, and then directly lay down and pretended to be dead.

My sister is a good girl, although she is not very good at reading and writing, but her hands and feet are very sharp. I had prepared tea under the shade of the tree early in the morning, and when I saw Feng Yong coming, I politely handed over a bowl of tea.

Yes, the water temperature is just right.

Poured two large bowls of tea, and then came back to his soul.

"Go, send a bowl of tea to the butler and the princess."

Seeing that the housekeeper was standing on the ground talking to an old man, the old man seemed to be a little familiar, and after thinking about it, he may have taken a face-to-face meeting, but he didn't say hello, it should be someone from the Li family, Feng Yong said to the younger sister.

"Huh? How did Jiro have time to come here today? In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Yueying was holding a piece of paper and meditating, and when she saw Zhao Guang walking in, she couldn't help but ask strangely. At her feet, all sorts of parts were scattered all over the ground, both of wood and of pig iron.

Zhang Xing, who was not far away, was dancing with a small wooden stick humming and shouting: "Soldiers, there are many enemy troops, and it is not suitable to fight!" Don't panic, go out of the encirclement with Yu! ”

Zhao Guang hurriedly saluted: "Uncle and aunt, don't you forget, today is the day when Feng Zhuang opens the sickle." My aunt had said I was going to see it. ”

"Yikes! I almost forgot! Huang Yueying patted her forehead, "These days, just thinking about the preparation method of these eight oxen plows, I can't remember that I want to go to Fengzhuang today." As he spoke, he turned his head to Zhang Xing next to him and said, "Siniang come here, I'll ask someone to escort you back to the house first." Wait a minute, my aunt has something to do. ”

Zhang Xing had already heard it on the side, and when he heard this, he threw away the small wooden stick, ran over and hugged Huang Yueying's legs, tilted his head and begged: "Uncle, I also want to go to that Fengzhuang." I told my mother a few days ago that I want to go to Fengzhuang to play! ”

Huang Yueying touched her head and said softly: "I'm going here for business, not to play, I'll take you there another day." ”

Zhang Xing pursed his mouth: "Uncle don't want to coax Siniang, I heard it clearly just now, my uncle is going to Fengzhuang to see people cut grain." So what else can Feng Zhuang do in addition to farming? ”

Huang Yueying frowned: "Who told you that farming is not the right thing?" ”

Zhang Xing was most afraid of seeing Huang Yueying's expression, shrunk his neck, and whispered: "When I went to the palace a few days ago, I listened to what the emperor's brother-in-law said. said that he was a big deal about dealing with government affairs, and he was much better than Feng Langjun. ”

When Huang Yueying heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, only thinking that it was a joke between the emperor and Zhang Xing, she secretly said in her heart: "Although this Adou is still young, he is also an emperor, and the world is based on farming, how can he have such thoughts?" It's a joke, and you can't talk nonsense. I have to ask Alang to remind the emperor more. ”

It's not easy to answer Zhang Xing's words at the moment, but when I heard her say the word "Feng Langjun", my heart moved, and I said with a smile, "Since you really want to go, then go with you, just be obedient." ”

"Obedient and obedient, Siniang listens to her uncle the most." Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly.

I went back to my rented house after work in the evening, opened the refrigerator, took out the watermelon that I had put in in advance in the morning, dug deep into the middle of the melon with a spoon, stuffed it into my mouth, didn't have to chew it at all, squeezed it with my mouth, and the icy and sweet watermelon juice overflowed my mouth, and then swallowed it again, so cool that I shivered, and then turned over and lay down on the sofa, holding most of the watermelon while digging and eating, and then turned on the TV to see the latest stock price, and the fatigue of the day was all gone. Before I finished eating, my stomach stood up, and then I wanted to sleep...... Suddenly, I smelled a familiar smell of perfume, and at the same time, my ears ached, and I only heard the voice of the female boss: "Give me such a sloppy ...... again"

"It hurts, it hurts......" Feng Yong shouted, "Don't screw it!" ”

"Do you know it hurts?"

I only heard a coquettish shout.

Am I, and have I traveled back in time?

Feng Yong woke up from his sleep, and before his eyes could see his surroundings clearly, such a thought flashed in his heart. I felt my nose itch and couldn't help but sneeze again.

After a sneeze, I was much more sober, still the same place, still the familiar fishing treasure under the willow tree.

When I looked up, I saw a face full of anger looking at her condescendingly, and a little Lori hid her hands behind her, so that Feng Yong couldn't see what she was holding in her hand. There was also a female knight next to him who was like an iceberg for ten thousand years, looking at him quietly with indifferent eyes.

"It turned out that the lady came, and the kid failed to greet him, which is really rude." Feng Yong was frightened, and hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Feng Mingwen, you are so comfortable!" Huang Yueying didn't take Feng Yong's stubble at all, staring at a pair of phoenix eyes, "Everyone is busy, are you still in the mood to lie down here safely?" ”

I don't sleep, so what can I do? Feng Yong was at a loss.

"Come with me." Huang Yueying was inexplicably angry when she saw his innocent face, and turned around and walked towards the harvesting crops.

Feng Yong followed behind for some reason, touched his ears, I don't know if it was an illusion, or it hurt a little, look at Huang Yueying walking in front, look at the little Lori who jumped and jumped with a dog's tail grass in her hand and flicked it, and then looked at Guan Ji, who exuded cold air even under the big sun, and finally looked at the younger sister who was driven away, thinking if someone was screwing me in a dream or someone really screwing me?

When a few people passed by the official road, Feng Yong saw Huang Yueying's ox cart parked on the side, and the coachman, who was more beautiful than a woman, smiled brightly at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong made a "roll" pronunciation at him with his mouth, traitor! Swindler! Obviously, he had already told Zhao Guang and Wang Xun yesterday that the government was going to harvest grain and give them a holiday. Now that he sees this guy working as a coachman here, why didn't Feng Yong think that this matter must have something to do with him?

That night, he also confessed to Lao Tzu affectionately, saying that he would not spy on intelligence in the future, but he didn't expect to turn around and go to Huang Yueying to tell him again today.

Zhao Guang gestured to Feng Yong, and then drove the ox cart towards the road in Zhuangshang, where vehicles are not allowed to stop for a long time.

Several people walked to the edge of the rice field that was being harvested, and Huang Yueying pointed to the front and asked, "How big is this valley?" ”

How do I know? At that time, I sprinkled as much farm manure as I could, and who was so idle that they still measured it?

"About, about ten acres, right?" Feng Yong looked at it and said uncertainly.

"Shh Huang Yueying glared at him dissatisfied, "Eleven or twelve acres is considered ten acres, and eight or nine acres can also be called ten acres, how many acres are they?" ”

I don't know wow!

Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying innocently again.