"Madame just asked if there was enough food in the house, and I guessed some reasons. It is not easy for these children to teach them to read and write. Although Feng Fu can still afford it now, the more time passes, the greater the expenses, so the kid is just taking precautions. ”

Although she knew that the kid in front of her was not telling the truth, Huang Yueying was not in the mood to delve into it, it was normal to be a little careful, as long as she didn't make a mistake in major matters.

"You want to sell tea?"

"yes."

"No. The business of business is not the right way after all. Cultivating and reading heirlooms is a hundred-year plan, and you can't rush it and take it slowly. You're too young to ruin your reputation for a little money, you know? Huang Yueying is really thinking about Feng Yong, and in her mind, Feng Yong's approach is also to accumulate some foundation for herself, which is the most normal thing.

Her Ah Lang really doesn't like the family, because the family will not only hide the population, but also hide the actual acres, so that the court can't collect the grain tax. As for the Feng family, who is barely even a poor family, on the contrary, it is the most supported by Ah Lang, and only those who have constant production have perseverance, and they don't have to worry about being as big as the big family.

Of course, if Feng Yong knew Huang Yueying's thoughts, he would sum up: The stability of the feudal dynasty should still be based on the sufficiency of homesteaders. If we have to explain it in the words of later generations, it is that social stability must be based on a large enough number of middle classes.

But I'm really afraid that your Ah Lang will rob my tea when he sees it in the future!

Feng Yong sighed and said, "Kid understands. Madame, don't worry, the boy won't joke with his reputation. ”

Seeing this kid's perfunctory appearance, Huang Yueying felt angry, and she kindly reminded her, but in exchange for his appearance? But after thinking about it, maybe this is exactly what the master behind him meant. Alas, before I figured out the details of this kid, I really can't say anything.

"Forget it, you're also an assertive person, so I won't say more. The day is so big, these children have stood for a long time, aren't they afraid of shaping? ”

Hair sha is heat stroke.

So the so-called ploughing in Nanyang is simply an artistic statement, right? If you really go to the ground, how can you not know that the real farmer's child will not be afraid of the sun? It would be an exaggeration to say that you can still be alive and kick in the sun for a day, but it's okay to bask for an hour or two.

But Huang Yueying said so, Feng Yong still had to give some face, and immediately said to the child: "Disband!" ”

When the children heard this, they immediately lowered their arms, folded their legs, and shouted in unison, "No! ”

At this moment, even Zhao Guang, who was familiar with Feng Zhuang, changed color slightly, and looked at Feng Yong with admiration: My brother, is really a person with a strategy. Some time ago, I was already amazed to see these children in the ranks, but I didn't expect that my brother had trained them like an arm and finger these days. Thinking about it like this, my brother must be able to form a military formation, right? Well, it must be, otherwise where did the thirty-six strategies of the art of war come from?

Huang Yueying originally heard that Feng Yong led the farmers to open up the wasteland on the hillside, and the first thing that came to mind was the lower field that had more grain than the upper field, and thought that this kid was going to use the secret technique of the master to make the slope also grow food, but he didn't expect to go uphill to know that it was not used to grow food, and he was a little disappointed. turned to laugh at himself: he is still a little greedy, and it is a blessing to be able to make Shimoda become Shangtian. No matter how powerful his master is, he is not an immortal, how can he be so capable? So that you can grow food on the slopes without water?

"I want to meet the kid."

Just when Feng Yong and Huang Yueying were arguing, in the CD Zhang Mansion, Zhang Xiahou was sitting in the pavilion in the backyard, and said to the young woman who was sitting opposite her, slightly puffing her stomach, and was holding a fan gently.

When the pregnant young woman heard this, she smiled quietly: "Don't worry, mother, this matter, that Feng Langjun is still in the dark." If you suddenly want to see him at this time, you may be noticed by him, and if he is not happy about it, he will cause trouble. ”

The young woman was dressed in a phoenix shirt, with smooth green silk hanging down to her waist, and a double-knotted crested crested white jade Huasheng inserted in her temples, looking extremely graceful, she was the current queen and the eldest daughter of Zhang Xiahou's family.

"I thought it was the prime minister who made the decision on this matter, and I thought that my Zhang family had fallen to such a point, but I didn't expect that you were the first to bring it up, why didn't you tell me? Isn't I Siniang's mother? Zhang Xiahou's tone was a little excited, and his expression couldn't hide his anger, but when he saw his eldest daughter's belly, he had to suppress his emotions. As a person who has come before, she needs peace of mind when she is pregnant, and of course she knows it.

Empress Zhang's face was a little unhealthy pale, coughed lightly, and said apologetically to her mother: "I was going to say it to my mother from the beginning, but some time ago, I was happy, my body was a little unwell, the weather was hot, and the palace was still a little cold, and the emperor was reluctant to let his daughter come out, so as not to get sha." In addition to the little sister, even the elder brother is rare to see, and the mother is reluctant to leave the house, and the daughter only has some thoughts about this matter, and feels that there is no need to be too anxious, so she has never found a chance to tell her mother about it. ”

"Bad again?" When Zhang Xiahou heard this, he immediately forgot about blaming his daughter, and asked with concern, "Is it bad?" ”

"It's better now, and I can eat something, otherwise how can my daughter come out of the palace?" The queen comforted Zhang Xiahou, "It's not easy for others to tell your mother about the little sister, so it's more appropriate for your daughter to talk about it herself." Originally, I thought that this matter was urgent, even if it was not too late to inform my mother after the first emperor's Zigong was buried. How do you know that Feng Langjun is so good, and even the matter of producing three stones of millet per mu in the field has come out, which is really unexpected by his daughter. ”

"You've always been assertive." Zhang Xiahou sighed, "The first emperor praised you back then, saying that it is a pity that you are a daughter, if you are a man, how can it be the turn of that Ma Youchang to be the prime minister's student?" Although this matter was decided by you, I am Siniang's aunt after all, I just want to ask, that Feng Langjun, is it really worth your doing? ”

"Auntie, don't worry, my little sister is my own sister, I'm a sister, how can I hurt her?" The queen's tone of voice was calm and gentle, but her eyes shone with wisdom, "This matter is actually a bit of a coincidence. Did my mother remember that before the first emperor attacked Wu, he asked Li Shenxian, a hermit in Qingcheng Mountain? ”

"Naturally remember. But what does that have to do with that? ”

At the beginning, Liu Bei wanted to raise a national army to attack Wu, and sent someone to invite Li Yi, a hermit of Qingcheng Mountain, to come to the army to make a divination. Li Yi asked someone to take out more than 40 pieces of paper, which were full of soldiers and horses, and all of them were torn apart after painting, and a person was drawn lying on his back on the ground, and there was a person next to him who was digging and burying people, and a white character was written on it. It wasn't until Liu Bei's soldiers were defeated and died of illness in the White Emperor City that those who knew about it suddenly realized. Li Yi has become synonymous with living immortals.