In these years, if you can have a cow at home, you can be regarded as a village tyrant at least.

As for a turtle like Feng Tu, if there are two cows at home, then you can directly start a Zhuangzi by yourself, if you have a way to get more land, it will be easy for a hundred and ten people to eat behind the buttocks.

If it was according to the routine of ordinary people, Feng Tujiao at that time should have been immersed in hard work, whether it was reclamation, trading, or merger, he always wanted to expand his Zhuangzi and then become a landlord.

At the same time, marry a wife, be energetic, engage in a few more girls, give birth to a few babies, and this life has passed.

If you're lucky, maybe two or three generations later, there will be a prototype of a small family.

If you are unlucky and encounter a loser, or a natural or man-made disaster, it is normal to fall into blood mold, become the head of the Qianqian again, and then disappear quietly.

The key is that Feng Tuqiu's non-routine play cards not only makes those families confused, but even the prime minister of the Han Dynasty can't understand what he is thinking.

If nothing else, just the money.

As if he was afraid that others would not know that he would make money, he was very talkative, as long as he thought of a way, he would desperately scatter his wealth, and he had to pull others to get rich together.

In the eyes of others, even if he loses his life, he can't reveal the craftsmanship, he doesn't care at all.

Now, some people may think that they have finally understood Feng Tuqiu's thoughts.

Because this crude and simple method is also extremely effective.

In a short period of time, Feng Tujiao quickly gathered a large interest group around him.

Tangible and intangible, if someone wants to use their brains against Feng Tuqiu, without waiting for him to do it himself, someone will definitely automatically stand up and block him from the arrow.

Even as long as this turtle does not die on its own, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty will desperately protect him - at least no one will be allowed to touch him until he is completely sure that he can control the wool weaving.

So to put it again, if there are cattle at home and they still have to come to Hanzhong to reclaim the wasteland, it is definitely impossible to be Qianshou, and there are even very few ordinary homesteaders.

Either they are in the middle of the road, and they have to think of ways to maintain their lives, so as not to fall into the ranks of the Qiantou.

Either it is a small family or a side branch of the family, and a little money and grain are allocated to the concubines, and then people are driven to Hanzhong to open up new places. If you get it right, then you will have another place to blossom and bear fruit; If you can't get it, it won't be distressing, anyway, the concubine has no human rights.

In Feng Yong's view, the family in front of him is more like the former.

This stubborn boy's unfamiliar ploughing technique shows that he has never done farm work before, and then look at the land on the other side, there are two servants working, which shows that the original family is good.

If there is no accumulation of a certain number of years, how can such a faithful servant come from?

The most important thing is that the girl who followed her own words, although she was dressed plainly, still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Although it is a coarse coat wrapping, it is trimmed and fitted, and the shoulders are shaved and the waist is like a plain.

People are not coquettish and flattering, nothing more than that.

If you change into good clothes, don't say that the head of the countryside and the village, even a small family, may not be able to cultivate such a high-value and high-temperament girl.

Therefore, there is a reason why Feng Tu turtle squatted on other people's fields and watched people farm.

"I can't afford to be called a nobleman," Feng Yong saw that the girl's demeanor was modest, and hurriedly returned the salute, "Just call me Feng Yong, haven't you asked the lady's name yet?" ”

"The concubine has a cheap name, and it will stain Feng Langjun's ears when she says it, so don't mention it. This time, he and his younger brother came to Hanzhong to reclaim land, just to make a living. ”

The girl didn't tell where she came from, but just pointed to the kid who looked at her coldly, and was blessed again, and turned around, but she didn't care about the dirt, and leaned down to help clean up the weeds and small stones in the field.

Looking at those white and jade hands, which were actually used to do this kind of work, Feng Tujiao felt that it was really a tyrannical thing.

sighed at the moment, and said to the girl's little brother: "This Langjun, your method of turning the ground is really wrong time." ”

As he spoke, he took off his boots, lifted his robe, walked next to Li Jialangjun, and said, "Let me give you a demonstration." ”

The stubborn boy stood still and said coldly, "You don't need to be so kind. ”

"Brother must not be rude."

Sure enough, the girl said in the back, "This plow was made by Feng Langjun to benefit the people of the Han Dynasty, is there anyone in the world who knows how to use it better than Feng Langjun?" ”

As he spoke, he nodded at Feng Yong again, "It's really an honor to have Feng Langjun's personal guidance." ”

Feng Yong asked in surprise, "This lady knows me?" ”

"This kind of plow is specially made for people who have some acres of land at home, as long as this kind of plow is used, who doesn't think about Feng Langjun's goodness?"

What the girl said was very ear-catching, which made Feng Tujiao feel a little fluttery.

He glanced thoughtfully at the girl, and then at the little gentleman, and saw that he had obediently let go of the plow.

At that moment, he was not polite, but he held the handle of the plough and shouted, so that the ox slowly walked forward.

When he was in Jincheng, in order to make a plough of eight oxen and a plow, Feng Tu turtle also tried it out a lot. This curved plough is naturally also used as a reference, so it has been used a few times, and it is not too rusty.

But after all, he was not a perennial person who went to the ground, and he didn't grasp it at first, and although the furrow turned out was straighter than that of the boy, it was not straight and beautiful.

At that moment, the young man crossed his arms and sneered, although he was silent, he could see that he was very disdainful.

Obviously, he regarded Feng Tujiao as a womanizer who came to curry favor with his sister.

Feng Tu Turtle reached the ground, looked back, and coughed a little embarrassed at the moment: "This plow has not been adjusted well, it has turned deep, let me adjust the depth first." ”

The girl nodded with a smile, "What Feng Langjun said must make sense." ”

This girl is very good.

Intellectual, polite, good-looking, and considerate.

Feng Tu muttered, bent down to adjust it, turned his head again and turned over a ditch, this time it was much straighter.

After turning back and forth a few times, Feng Yong let go of the plow handle and said, "Your plow is not good enough, it is too straight, you should bend it a little more, so that the ox can save some effort." This reclamation is not an easy task, and if the cattle are tired, the land will not be easy to cultivate. ”

"Also, this land is newly turned out, don't turn it so deep in the first few times, choose to turn it shallower, and when it is cleared, then turn it deeper, so that you can grow food better."

"Thank you Feng Langjun for your advice." The girl was blessed again.

"You're welcome, I'm also a farmer in Hanzhong, this is within my bounds."

Feng Yong waved his hand magnificently and said, "I live not far from there, if there is anything, go directly to me, remember to report my name." ”