"How many willing?"

Feng Yong asked, and at the same time, his heart beat a little faster, thinking that the heart of the heart was at this moment.

"There are three families with suitable babies who have no one to come."

The housekeeper's words are very similar to the style of later generations of leaders who were hospitalized - I can't remember the people who came to visit, but I can remember the people who didn't come to visit.

Of those three, two are naturally the two that the children get sick when it rains in the autumn.

"Doesn't Zhuang have an only son in the family? Would you like to do the same? ”

Feng Yong was surprised.

In ancient times, until the last moment, it was not possible to smoke those families with only one man. After all, incense is what the ancients valued the most.

"I was about to tell the lord about this. Zhuang Shang is willing to go, and the only son is the dog, and his mother also came to ask today, saying that she is not worried about the dog going to such a far place, can you also take her. ”

Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had become a class enemy who brutally oppressed his peasant brothers. Listen to the housekeeper's meaning, those three families who are unwilling also have only children?

But after thinking about it, these days, the whole family is dying everywhere, can you be pitiful?

Besides, isn't Lao Tzu also an only son, and he can't be alone anymore, the main family can go, you can't go?

Thinking like this, my heart suddenly became angry.

"The three families, when the wheat harvest is finished next year, let them go. The chicken ...... "originally wanted to be ruthless, but if you think about it, why be embarrassed and hard, let's leave a little leeway for others." Feng Yong could only sigh in the end and continued, "Take back half of it, and leave the rest to them." ”

The butler unsurprisingly objected: "That can't be done!" If the white-eyed wolf can be treated like this, what should the loyal people in the village think? This example can't be opened, my lord. ”

"Then what did Uncle Zhao say?"

"The land and the chickens were all taken back and driven out of the Zhuangzi directly." The butler said without hesitation.

Sure enough, it is the true character of the evil landlord class!

Now that the planting season is over, driving people out at this time means driving them to a dead end.

Why did the textbooks of later generations say that feudal society tied the peasants to the land?

Because there is no land, life and death are in the hands of others.

"Isn't that okay?" Feng Yong frowned, "After all, people have already planted the land, so they have spent money on grain and made efforts......

"This is naturally to return all the grain to them, and I would rather give them more grain, so I think I hired someone to farm the land, and I can't let them stay in the farm anymore." The butler's expression was fiercely resolute.

"If the lord doesn't want the hearts of the people in the village to be scattered, he can only do this." Seeing that Feng Yong was still hesitating, the housekeeper persuaded him bitterly, "The old servant also knows that the lord is kind-hearted, and he really can't do it, so he will give enough food so that they can survive this year, but he must not let them stay in the Zhuangzi anymore." ”

"That'...... Uncle Zhao, look at it, don't tell the truth. Feng Yong nodded, agreeing with the housekeeper's words.

"Where did the Lord come from when he said this? Even if they were to keep them, they would definitely have no face. If you really don't believe it, the news got out two days later. The lord watched, and there was no need for the old servants to drive people away, they would leave on their own. It is our kindness to give them a little more food compensation, even if it is less, it is also our duty. ”

Okay, good, you're reasonable.

Feng Yong exhaled a breath and recited silently three times: This is not what I did, this is what the housekeeper did, and it is none of my business.

Then he nodded and ordered: "Give more food, it's not in vain to work on our village for so long." ”

This is considered to have settled the matter.

"Mountains and waters. Against the wind and against the water, ambition is in the ......"

The official roads in ancient times were really bad, and the horse-drawn carriages in ancient times were really bad. After six or seven days of driving, Feng Yong felt that his intestines were about to come out of his stomach.

At this time, he was lying on the ox cart on all fours, looking at the blue sky, looking at the white clouds, looking at the apes that climbed over the steep mountains from time to time, and no longer went to the carriage of the carriage, singing "Camel Bells" with a weak mouth that no one could understand.

Guan Ji, who had been riding a horse, looked at Feng Yong, who didn't care about his image at all, several times, frowning, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

Li Yi, who was in the carriage, got out of the car, climbed onto Feng Yong's ox cart, and asked with a smile: "I listened to Brother Feng sing all the way, but I really can't hear where the accent is and where the tune is?" ”

Feng Yong, whose whole body was weak, rolled his eyes, stopped singing like crying and mourning, and said in his heart This is the Mandarin of the later generations, if you can understand it, there will be ghosts, sighed, and said: "This is the language of my master, and it is normal for Wen Xuan not to understand." ”

Li Yi nodded: "I see." Brother Feng can understand the ancient language? Or is it your own? ”

"I don't know." Feng Yong was in no mood to pay attention to him, so he casually made up a sentence, "Anyway, after I entered the master's sect, the master taught me." ”

"Brother Feng doesn't seem to go out often? So unaccustomed to carriages and horses? ”

"Not really, it's just that I'm not used to riding in a carriage."

Six days? Let go of the future generations, Lao Tzu will take a train, and it will be enough for two round-trips across the country!

Even if he doesn't take a car, Feng Yong is not afraid of walking, and he hasn't marched.

But now look at this long queue, nearly 100 people, among them there are children, so much luggage, walking the road of wool? I had to take a cow and horse cart.

"Just can't get used to riding in a carriage?"

"yes."

If you can't make a spring, you won't have a shock absorber, and if you don't have a shock absorber, how can you prevent shocks?

Sitting in the car, my butt hurt like a pinprick in my head, my stomach shook so much that I could hear the sound of water, and my head was shaken. In addition, the carriage of the carriage is closed, and it becomes motion sickness when you are dizzy, and you will vomit when you get sick, and you will vomit bile after spitting out food, and now I am afraid that even the bile is about to vomit out, and finally I have to lie flat on the ox cart and stand up.

"Then Brother Feng doesn't know how to ride a horse?"

"I haven't learned."

I'll be able to ride a bull!

Li Yi smiled lightly, as if he had received some information, pointed to the front, and asked, "Brother Feng, do you know where the front is?" ”

"Big and Small Sword Mountain."

Li Yi was a little surprised: "Brother Feng actually knows? ”

Feng Yong replied disdainfully, thinking that when Lao Tzu returned to his hometown from Northern Xinjiang, he transferred from CD two or three times, and he came here to play for two days, how could he not know?

As for why I came here to take a look, of course, it was for the Warcraft map "Guarding the Sword Pavilion".

If the people are here, who Yunhan is dead!

How many teenagers did these words arouse the blood of teenagers back then? Even after Feng Yong crossed over ten years later, there are still countless people silently guarding their youth beliefs.

Li Yi saw the look of remembrance on Feng Yong's face, and he fell silent at the moment, and secretly thought in his heart, seeing that Feng Mingwen was not used to going far away, and thought that his master was near the CD. I never thought that I had even been to Sword Mountain, and looking at this person's expression, it seems that there are still people in this land of Sword Mountain?