Unbeknownst to her, her aunt couldn't stand the life of the Hu people, and died within a few years, and her status fell to the bottom all of a sudden. On several occasions, she almost starved to death.

When Mu Wuzhe took over the position of patriarch, life was a little better, after all, she was just not treated by the old patriarch, and she had little to do with Mu Wuzhe.

Later, all the people in the clan took refuge in Feng Langjun, and she lived a little differently. It was in these days that her life suddenly became better, and she could even compare with the patriarch, oh, now she can't be called the patriarch, she can only be called the captain.

The reason is simple, because she learns to weave faster than others.

As for the clansmen who looked down on her before, they could only watch with envy and drooling in their mouths as she could eat a steamed bun with white flour every day.

Feng Yong's statement is that he can't even learn how to spin and weave, and he deserves to starve to death!

"Misiko, sit down on this loom."

Feng Yong commanded Mei Sizi to sit on a loom in the open space of the camp, and there were several spindles next to the loom.

This is a slightly different loom from the past, inspired by the improvement of the spinning wheel, Feng Yong also made some improvements to the loom, and the effect is not bad, at least from the effect of the Wei family's lady before leaving, it is very good.

Misiko sat on the loom as instructed, feeling a little nervous.

Because she knows that whether she can live a good life in the future depends on her performance today.

In the past, in her eyes now, life is worse than death, if she is really allowed to go back to the past, it is better to kill her directly.

Behind her, there were ten spinning wheels, each with some wool next to it.

"Sit down, too."

The ten selected Qiang girls also sat in front of the spinning wheel as instructed.

Spinning is much simpler than weaving, and in Feng Yong's view, even if Zhao Guang goes to school, he can also learn to spin.

It's a pity that only the farming people point out this talent.

In Qiangnu's view, spinning thread is far more difficult than herding sheep.

There is only one shuttle hanging on the spinning wheel, there is no way, at present, they can only spin one spindle at a time, and only a skilled hand like Wei Jianiang can use three at a time, as for Amei, she can barely use two.

"You learned it the other day, right?" Feng Yong clapped his hands and attracted their attention, "Look at it! Seeing that there is no house over there, if anyone can do this job well, who can live in it and eat steamed buns every day. Otherwise, go back and sleep with the sheep and oxen, and eat millet and rice. ”

This time, not only the Hu girls, but also Zhao Guang and others, who were watching the popular ones on the sidelines, were taken aback.

What was built there was a house built with earthen walls, which, to put it mildly, was better than the thatched house where Feng Yong and others live today.

Feng Yong ignored the surprised expressions of Zhao Guang and the others, and said directly: "Okay, let's start." ”

Then the spinning wheels and looms began to hum and turn, and the Qiang girls all stepped on the pedals with some nervousness, and their hands began to move according to the usual exercises.

This is the first batch of shaping equipment made after the improvement of the loom spinning wheel, and today is the first large-scale official demonstration.

In order to make it clear to everyone, Feng Yong decided to let these Qiang girls operate in the open space of the camp.

"Brother, do you really let them live in such a good house?"

While waiting for their final results, Zhao Guang couldn't help but come up and asked.

"Okay? How can I not feel how good it is? ”

Feng Yong said casually.

"It didn't seem to be much better in the past, but brother, at this time, I still live in these houses, but let them live better than us, isn't it too much?"

Zhao Guang pointed to the thatched house.

"What's there? We don't live in it all the time. ”

Remembering that his brother said that he was going to move to the city this winter, Zhao Guang asked bitterly with a bitter face: "These days are getting colder and colder, and the younger brother thinks that the leakage of this grass house is getting worse and worse, brother, when will we move to the city?" ”

"I'm not going to the city anymore." Feng Yong said without looking back.

After Wei Yan's incident, how could Feng Yong still be in the mood to go to the city? Look at the old horseman's face every day?

"Where am I going to stay in the winter?"

Zhao Guang seemed to have expected Feng Yong's words, and pointed to the busy outside of the camp, with a happy look on his face.

There are people constantly moving bricks and tiles out of the kilns, people building walls, and Han craftsmen pointing at them.

A few days after General Wei sent hundreds of people over, he also rushed back from Yang'an Pass with his craftsmen, and his brother began to be very busy, instructing the craftsmen to do the work every day.

Later, the elder brother asked people to dig a ditch outside the camp, and the kiln where the bricks and tiles burned was changed from the previous appearance of intermittent fire, and it was actually smoking every day.

Later, there were gradually some houses there, and Zhao Guang knew what his brother wanted to do.

It's just that my brother has been busy, and sometimes he is not in a good mood, and he doesn't have a chance to ask for an understanding, but now he can finally ask for an understanding by taking this opportunity.

"Yes," Feng Yong nodded, "Make a big yard, and everyone can live in it together, so it's so close." ”

Anyway, they are all their own brothers, that is, Li Yi, after the incident of standing behind him under the pressure of Wei Yan, Feng Yong also regarded him as his own.

As for Guan Ji, cough cough, it's a big deal, it's not a big deal to separate a small courtyard in it.

"That's a rare good house!" Zhao Guang's eyes lit up, "All bricks and tiles?" That's a lot of work. Couldn't that be like a city wall? ”

Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said nothing.

This turtle has not seen the world!

What kind of work is it to build a large courtyard with a dozen or so rooms?

What about the hundreds of Hu prisoners of war, are they all eating white rice?

Originally, when Feng Yong first came, he had already asked people to build several kilns, except for one that burned lime, the rest were all bricks and tiles, and a lot of bricks and tiles were stored intermittently.

Originally, the plan was to build a house in the spring, but suddenly there were so many more people, consuming food every day, Feng Yong was also distressed, and he didn't want to get too close to the old man Wei, so he directly asked someone to dig the foundation and build a house.

Anyway, there are craftsmen brought back by Zhao Guang, who can be regarded as senior technicians in this era, and everything is very logical.

At this time, it is not impossible to build a house with bricks and tiles, but the mainstream is still wood.

Although the history of bricks and tiles is very long, building a house with bricks and tiles can be regarded as a big deal.

But I can't stand the people under Feng Yong!

Although there is not much work at this time, there is no work to do, and people have to eat, right? It really hurt Feng Yong's flesh.

Why was it common to kill prisoners in ancient times? Isn't it because the prisoners not only have to send people to watch, but also consume food in vain?

At first, these Di people still had some different thoughts, but after a few days, they found that as long as they worked hard, they could eat every day, which was even better than when they were not prisoners!

Why do they like to go out and grab a handful before winter? Isn't it just to get something for the New Year?

If you don't prepare enough supplies, you will pass through the ghost gate for the winter, freeze to death a group of people, and then starve to death a group of people.

But here, it's completely different, although you eat millet every day, sometimes mixed with some bran, but you can fill your stomach and have a place to sleep.

The only disadvantage is that there is no freedom, and I am forced to work every day.

But for being able to eat, without being frozen to death, the shortcomings can be tolerated.

Of course, not everyone thinks this way, and those noble heads certainly don't think so, so they die, either being pumped to death or hacked to death.

It doesn't matter if they die, if they die, no one will let them go against the will of the Han people anymore.

Feng Tu naturally didn't understand the minds of these Hu people, all he wanted was for these Hu people to be obedient.