Divide the field? It turns out that people from the government are here to divide the fields today.

Ay! Chen Fei sighed, not understanding where the group of laughing villagers around him, including his father, were hilarious.

Isn't it just a field division? As for being happy like this?

After all, Chen Fei and the village names around him are more than a thousand years apart, and it is normal for the two sides to have differences in values.

Chen Fei has lived a lifetime and is deeply influenced by his previous life. The idea that "rich is the uncle, and other gods and horses are floating clouds" has taken root in his heart.

So divide the field? I'm sorry, it's really not Chen Fei's high point.

Besides, Chen Fei can't get a piece of land now, and it will be a few more years, so Chen Fei is the only one in the crowd who didn't laugh.

In fact, the ancient people's love for the field is roughly equivalent to the modern people's love for the house, and it is easy to understand the mentality of the villagers when thinking about it.

Imagine, if one day the government suddenly comes to you and says, I want to divide a house for your family, 100 houses, 20 sets will be yours permanently, and you can rent the remaining 80 houses as you like, and I will lose the rent, will you be happy? I guess it's almost somersaults on the ground, right?

Chen Fei understood the values of the villagers after a little thought, and then, he saw the middle-aged men in linen clothes and linen walk out of a leader, arch his hand towards the villagers, and take out a small notebook to read the names on it aloud.

The people whose names were called jumped out of the crowd almost excitedly.

Chen Fei looked at it for a long time and understood that the middle-aged men in linen were people from the government, and now the people who were called were people who were over eighteen years old and met the criteria for dividing fields.

It is unimaginable that the officials of this era seem to be so easy-going, without any arrogance.

Chen Fei was an official in his last life, and compared with these people, he was ashamed and ashamed.

These officials really did not look like officials, they were approachable, they did not have a temper, and they all smiled when they saw the people.

It's like Chen Fei in his previous life, he was almost poked in the backbone by the people, so he ended up with a tragedy.

In fact, there are few men who meet the requirements in a village, and there are only three boys when the government calls them down.

The three boys followed the officials behind them to measure the land, and the next thing was for the leading officials to chat with the villagers.

To put it simply, it is to ask the people about the situation and see what difficulties everyone has, we are not afraid of difficulties, but we are afraid that there are difficulties, and you hide them and don't say anything.

After chatting for a while, the leading official suddenly stared at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei's scalp exploded, although these officials look approachable, but the officials are all in front of the person and behind the other, who knows what he thinks in his heart, so he is targeted, Chen Fei can't help but feel a little worried.

"Tsk, Lao Chen, your baby looks handsome, not like a child from a peasant family, but like the son of a big family."

Chen Daomai had already smiled from ear to ear, and waved his hand again and again: "Where, where, the child is with his mother..."

The official looked Chen Fei up and down and said with a smile: "How old is the baby this year?" Have you ever decided on a family? ”

Depend on! You're a matchmaker! Why do you ask if you are married? Decide your sister! Lao Tzu doesn't want to get married yet!

Chen Fei greeted his female ancestor eighteen times in his heart, and finally had to smile at all.

"This adult, what, I'm still young, I'll talk about marriage later, hahaha! Hey, it's getting late, and the work in the fields isn't finished yet..."

"Coward! What to run! I don't know any etiquette! The father grabbed Chen Fei and smiled at the official: "See the smile, see the smile, the baby has never seen the market, he is not sensible, don't be surprised." ”

The official was very easy-going, staring at Chen Fei and laughing: "Don't worry about it, Lao Chen, you should consider your baby's relatives, if you haven't decided on your in-laws next year to talk to the government, we will help you find it." Such a handsome baby, your family background is not bad, and you don't have to worry about finding your aunt. ”

While... The official is still a part-time matchmaker? It simply refreshed Chen Fei's perception of the government.

The rulers of these years are wide enough!

But Chen Daomai's smile never stopped.

"Good, good! When the time comes, we have to entrust the government to find us a girl's house that looks like a punctual girl... In fact, the appearance is secondary, the important thing is that the butt is big, so that it is easy to give birth to ......"

Chen Daomai and the official actually talked about the size of the girl's ass in broad daylight, which ...... Chen Fei was a little stunned, are people in this era so hooligan?

Even in the previous life, there was not much such an old pervert, right?

Chen Daomai seems to be chatting more and more speculatively with this official, from the girl's ass to the calf's ass... I'm sorry, the taste is not so heavy, it's a calf, the two have been chatting for half an hour, spitting everywhere, and they don't seem to stop at all.

The other villagers also dispersed in twos and threes, and now only Chen Fei, Dad, and this unknown official are left in the east of the village.

Chen Fei yawned boredly and quietly pulled the corner of his father's clothes. "Dad, it's not too early, we still have a lot of work to do."

The father was very upset that his son interrupted him, and he was chatting with the officials at this time.

"Coward, don't be noisy! I'm talking to Mr. Zheng about business, and whether I can buy good calves this year depends on Mr. Zheng's help. ”

Okay, okay! You're the biggest, you love to talk about anything! Chen Fei continued to yawn boredly.

After another half an hour, Chen Fei was really bored standing there, and looked at the sky...

If we continue to talk like this, we will delay dinner... Anyway, lunch has just been eaten... No matter, I said to delay it!

Thinking of this, Chen Fei said unceremoniously: "Dad, it's time for us to go to work on the ground, every inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time, can you not talk about the future with such a precious time in the spring?" It's a waste of money, you know? ”

"Hey! Little Bunny! Lord Zheng is still here, how did you speak? As he spoke, Chen Daomai slapped Chen Fei and wanted to slap him.

"Huh! Wait! What did the little baby just say? An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time? This... This... Hiss! What a poem! Little baby, where do you think of this poem? Master Zheng read the poem Chen Fei just said twice, and looked at him with a shocked expression.

Lord Zheng's name is Zheng An, and he is the county leader of Zhaoying County under Wannian County of Chang'an City, and he is the second-in-command of Zhaoying County, and his cultural level is naturally a little bit.

Chen Daomai is a farmer, and he doesn't know a few big characters, so naturally he can't hear the beauty of the poem Chen Fei just read.

But Zheng Ancan! He was born in a serious class, and as soon as he pondered this poem, he felt that this poem was extraordinary.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time?

Seconds! This poem is wonderful! It seems simple, but when you think about it carefully, the meaning in the verse is thought-provoking.

Reducing cherishing time to a simple, catchy poem in a metaphorical way is a literary foundation......

Zheng An smiled bitterly and shook his head, this literary foundation is much stronger than him, at least he can't write such poems.

"This poem... I made this poem myself! Chen Fei blinked his eyes, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating and he took this poem as his own.

Zheng An's eyes widened in disbelief, and he lost his voice: "Since... Do it yourself? Did you go to school? ”

Chen Fei showed a mouthful of white teeth, puffed up his chest and said arrogantly: "I haven't gone to school, but I did it myself!" ”