Looking at the excited villagers, Feng Yong felt that he couldn't let Huang Yueying come up this slope. It is not uncommon for the farmers in the countryside to work too hot, and it is common to take off their clothes and do it again, and there are not so many taboos between men and women. Qianshou, if you have clothes to wear, you have met a good master's house. Several people in the family share a piece of clothing, and it is common for them to change out when they are going out.

But Huang Yueying, a person with status, encountered this situation, and it is the most normal thing to give you a charge of colliding with a nobleman - in broad daylight, you don't wear any clothes, what do you want to do?

With a wave of his hand, the children stopped, and shouted to the farmers, "Hurry up and put my clothes on!" A noble person is coming. ”

Then he ran slowly, Feng Yong trotted all the way down the hill, rushed to Huang Yueying, and saluted: "Madam suddenly came to Fengzhuang, why didn't you say it in advance?" Anyway, let the kid be prepared. ”

"I told you in advance, but I won't see such a grand occasion." Huang Yueying motioned for Feng Yong to get out of the way, raised her chin again, and nodded at the children on the slope who had not yet disbanded, "Such a good article, why didn't you tell me?" ”

I'm going to report on this, huh? That Zhao Erlang spies in Fengzhuang every day, shouldn't he tell you about this?

Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang inexplicably, could it be that this thing found out in conscience and felt that it was wrong to be a spy, so he didn't say it?

Zhao Guang lay down for the second time and looked back at Feng Yong blankly: I didn't do anything?

"Madam, the farmer is working on this slope. The scene is a little chaotic, so don't go up, right? I'm afraid that those subordinates will collide with Madame. Seeing that Huang Yueying crossed over to him and continued to walk forward, Feng Yong hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him.

"Wasn't I also present some time ago when I was harvesting? Why didn't anyone rush into it? I was caught today with something hidden on weekdays, so you don't dare to let me see it? Huang Yueying's phoenix eyes were raised, and her tone was a little unfriendly.

The key is to get close to the official road when harvesting grain, who dares to take off their clothes there? The slope behind this village is different, all belong to the Feng family, even the mountain behind is no exception, the village has no scruples, isn't it common to take off clothes and work?

Without Feng Yong's order to disband, the children still stood there quietly, not even a person who moved around. With his hands behind his back, his legs apart, and his chest upright, like a strong and long little green pine.

Huang Yueying went up the slope and saw such a scene, she even saw a teenage child, the beads of sweat were about to flow into her eyes, she didn't dare to wipe it, she just blinked hard, trying to squeeze the beads of sweat aside.

Looking at the hard-working farmers over there, and then at the motionless children here, Huang Yueying took a deep breath and looked at Feng Yong's gaze with a shock that could not be concealed.

Feng Yong didn't notice Huang Yueying's gaze, his attention was now all focused on the adults who were working, looking in the crowd, he didn't see the shirtless people, thinking that our master family still seemed to be quite prestigious, and his mood relaxed slightly.

"What's your name?" Huang Yueying walked up to the child who was squeezing the beads of sweat just now, put the oil umbrella on his head, and bent down to ask.

The child didn't expect this noblewoman who didn't look good to ask him, opened his mouth, suddenly turned his head again, raised his hand outside the umbrella, and shouted: "Report!" ”

"Huh?" Feng Yong heard the voice and turned around, "What's wrong?" ”

"When I go back to the Lord's house, the noble man has asked me."

"Oh, it's okay, just say it, you can reply whatever the noble person asks."

"No!" The child turned around and said to Huang Yueying, "If you go back to your nobles, my name is Gouzi." ”

Huang Yueying stood up straight in amazement, looked at Feng Yong, and then at the child.

I saw that the clothes on the child's body were a little shabby, barefoot, and his feet were covered with mud, and the only thing that was commendable was that his face was still clean, and his hair was neatly combed, and he looked very energetic, but this alone was incomparable to the children of the bankers elsewhere.

The dog's small gesture made Guan Ji couldn't help but glance at Feng Yong silently.

There are many people who can teach a group of reading seeds, and there are many people who can bring out the forbidden parts, but she has only seen such a person who can make the rural urchins Mingli read and write, teach them to be reading seeds, and make them ban them.

If you don't say anything without an order, if you don't move without an order, if you just look at the queue, these children are afraid that they are already much stronger than most of the army.

As the initiator, Feng Tujiao had no idea how shocking the behavior of these children was in the eyes of others.

In the opinion of Feng Yong, who has had military training in junior high school, high school and college, it is normal to train students in queues. Can't even maintain classroom discipline well, and still want to improve teaching efficiency? As for the ancient elite teaching model that teaches students according to their aptitude and holds scholars high, Feng Yong said that I just want to cultivate the most basic literate peasants, and I don't want him to publish books and pass them on, so why bother so much?

Assembly line teaching can't produce high-quality students, but it can produce high-quality, and even the most basic literacy rate is not there, even if you cultivate two or three high-talent students, how many nails can you make? The masses of the people are the creators of history!

Huang Yueying was still wondering why Feng Yong was opening up the wasteland on the slope, but now she felt that she understood. This Feng family, isn't it because these children want to study, so the expenses are a little big, plus a few days ago she asked Feng Yong to take over some wingmen, and she also has to open her mouth to eat. If you want to come to a small Feng Mansion, you have no foundation in the first place, so after tossing it like this, I'm afraid that the mansion will be hollowed out, right?

Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart, only seeing that he was a disciple of Shanmen, but ignoring that he was just a child, and it was not easy to support such a house at a young age.

In the past, he hid his identity as a disciple of the mountain gate, but now he doesn't mind being known, maybe this is the critical juncture when the master tests him out of the school, but don't bother him because of his own reasons. Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help but ask with concern: "Is there enough food in the house?" ”

"Huh?" Feng Yong was a little curious as to why Huang Yueying would ask such a question, and replied honestly, "It's enough for the time being." ”

"If there is enough food to eat, why do you have to open up land on the slopes?" Huang Yueying pointed to the farmer who was clearing the wasteland, "If the food is really not enough to eat, just say it directly, there is no shame." Who hasn't passed a few hurdles? ”

"It's not about growing food." Feng Yong said casually, "It's tea planting." ”

"Tea? What tea? Tea leaves for tea soup? Huang Yueying was surprised and asked, "Do you know how to grow tea?" ”

"yes." Feng Yong nodded, "Isn't Nanzhong in chaos, there are fewer and fewer tea leaves, so the kid wants to grow it himself." By the way, madam, the government doesn't care about planting trees on this slope, right? ”

Huang Yueying didn't know what Feng Tu Turtle meant by asking this, so she said without much thought: "There is no such rule. The slope was originally a wasteland, but it was opened, and there was no water and no food could be grown, and the government would not take care of this. But why can't you grow some mulberry hemp? Tea soup is not a daily need, dispensable, sometimes you drink it, even if you don't drink it all the time, it won't happen, you have worked hard to open up this wasteland, just to plant this, aren't you messing around? ”

I'm afraid that when I grow it, your good Ah Lang will be red when I sell the tea!