On a hillside in the east of Chang'an, nearly 50 acres of wasteland has now been turned into a breeding farm, and dozens of Qiang female slaves are sweeping the open space and roads near the chicken coop in the heavy snow. As the steward on duty, Aunt Wang carefully patrolled to make sure that all the weeds, leaves, feathers and feces were cleared.

The drainage canal that had just been cleared in the morning was now starting to freeze again, and Aunt Wang hurriedly summoned a few female slaves to break up the black-brown ice with an ice chisel to ensure that the continuous flow of sewage could be discharged smoothly.

"Baba, go and have someone take the warm caustic soda water and sprinkle it carefully." After the vicinity of the chicken coop was cleaned up, Aunt Wang summoned a Qiang girl and commanded.

He worked diligently and was also clever, and when he was working in the textile workshop, he was very fond of the female stewards. After being sent to the farm, the female stewards also said a few kind words to the head of the farm on her behalf, and now she is a small supervisor.

He responded crisply, hurriedly beckoned people, and ordered to go down. Since becoming an overseer, he has become more and more lively, there are no fierce slave hunters, no bloody scenes, although the work of the tribesmen is very heavy, but it is much luckier than the Han female slaves who were taken captive to the grassland. As long as they are willing to do things seriously, the Han people are still very kind.

Since becoming an overseer, the little man of Nabazi has lived very well. Not only did he have a small house of his own, but a few days ago, he also wore the coveted woolen sweater, which was exactly the same as the Han stewards were wearing. The meal was also eaten with the stewards, not with the slave girls.

followed Aunt Wang into the chicken coop, and she only felt the warm breeze blowing on her face, which instantly dispelled the cold outside. She stepped aside and looked at the waterline in the thermometer, which was exactly twenty-four.

"Don't close the doors and windows too tightly, make sure that the ventilation is made." Feeling a little stuffy in the chicken coop, Nakazako instructed the slave girl who was adding fuelwood to the fireplace.

Aunt Wang checked the chicken pen, hundreds of fat chickens had just been fed and eaten, and they were all resting quietly, only a few restless, occasionally screaming a few times, not caring at all about the slave girls who were busy in front of them.

There are ten similar chicken coops in the farm, and a large number of hens, plus dozens of baskets of eggs per day, are all taken care of by three hundred Qiang female slaves, which are obviously a little too busy. The head of the farm once asked the owner for help, hoping to send more female slaves, but the owner was ruthlessly counted, saying that he wanted to engage in intensive farming of Laoshzi, and these manpower were enough.

As a result, a total of thirty stewards, with their female slaves, worked hard for more than half a month without night, until they gradually became familiar with various regulations, and then they were a little more relaxed.

"Aunt Wang, are there any dead chickens today?" Another housekeeper walked in, found Aunt Wang, and asked.

"Yo, Steward Li, why are you here?" When Aunt Wang saw the visitor, she greeted her affectionately, and then frowned and said helplessly: "Three more died, all according to the rules, let people throw them outside into the big furnace and burn them, but it's a pity that it's tight." ”

"There's no way to do it, in case you get chicken plague, the harm is too great." Steward Li nodded in agreement, "But in the future, you don't need to burn it, send it all to me and concoct it." ”

"What?" Aunt Wang was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly shook her head: "No! The dead rule set by the owner is that dead chickens must be burned quickly, not edible, and not sold, don't harm me! ”

Steward Li smiled casually: "Are you stupid? My eldest brother is now the head of the construction company, can I still look down on this money? Besides, I'm afraid that my family will be affected, right? ”

Aunt Wang thought for a moment, but this is also the case. Steward Li's brother is Steward Li in Uncle Guo's mansion, and now he is in charge of a construction company and is the top boss of his old man. It is said that a few days ago, he gave out a bonus of hundreds of thousands of dollars, if he knew that his sister dared to break the rules of the owner for a little money, he would not have to beat her to death? !

"Then why do you want these dead chickens?" Aunt Wang was still a little uneasy and asked.

"That's not what I meant, it's the steward's orders, but I can guess a few points." Steward Li looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Do you think, this sick chicken, we Han people don't eat it, but we can't waste it in vain, you can sell it farther." I heard my brother say, aren't the Qiang people making a famine? ……”

Aunt Wang is a clever person, so she naturally understands what she means, and her eyes can't help but widen.

Steward Li's face was full of pride, and the woman was so persistent in gossip, and continued to chatter: "Hehe, understand, right? The general manager let me make a small yard three miles away, and passed down some methods, specializing in making some grilled chickens or something, now it is a heavy snowy day, and it will not be bad for a few months, and if you save enough money, the owner will send special people to transport it to the Qiang people, which is a big entry! ”

"Done! However, the accounts of each day still have to be handed over clearly. Aunt Wang nodded in agreement.

"It's nature. By the way, I heard that the chicks have hatched in the hatchery, and it seems that you have to be busy again. ”

"Yikes! If you don't mention it, I forgot, I have to hurry up and get the chicks, lest someone preempt them! Aunt Wang patted her head, hurriedly asked Jia Bazi to take a few female slaves, and hurriedly ran to the hatchery with her. The stewards of the farm have their own mess of affairs, and Aunt Wang is in charge of two of the chicken coops, and there is a heavy reward for doing a good job, that is, the performance appraisal of Rausch. Seeing that the beginning of the year is approaching, Aunt Wang is still looking forward to getting more rewards.

When Aunt Wang and the others came to the hatchery, they found that it was already overcrowded, and it was obvious that they were the last to arrive. After greeting several other stewards, Aunt Wang's face was full of depression. There are many rules in the farm, and the most helpless one is to queue up! First come, first served, whoever registers first will be able to grab the first incense.

Na Bazi didn't know how to comfort Aunt Wang, but looked around curiously. This hatchery room is also her first time, and it is much cleaner and more delicate than the chicken coop. Countless eggs were placed on a large kang, and from time to time there was a sound of tuk-tuk, obviously the chick in the egg was pecking at the shell, which made Na Bazi feel very novel.

Since arriving in the realm of the Han people, a large number of new and wonderful things have made Nakabazi envious. The wisdom of the Han people, seemingly endless, always comes up with some magical way to make what was otherwise difficult easier. The Han people do not seem to be the cowardly sheep in the mouth of Abba, nor the cunning demons in the mouth of Grandma, they are industrious and intelligent. Even if she is illiterate, Aunt Wang will seriously bring home the various regulations of the farm, saying that she will let her son read it countless times for her every day, until she can keep it firmly in her heart, and she has never made the slightest mistake in doing things.

The fireplace in the hatchery was burning brightly, and the thermometer in the corner of the wall had a waterline of nearly forty squares. After staying for a while, he was so hot that he was sweating, but he couldn't take off his big jacket, and his little face gradually turned slightly red.

"After the registration, hurry away, now the chickens are still in the brooding room, even if you take it back, you can't raise it!" The steward of the hatchery saw that the room was getting more and more stuffy, and it was still a lot hotter, so he impatiently began to drive people out.

According to the farm's regulations, the hatchery has high requirements for heat and cold, and the winter is too dry, and some water has to be sprinkled on the ground from time to time, so there is really no room for such people to stay inside. Aunt Wang hurriedly stepped forward and asked the steward of the hatchery to record the number of chickens she needed, and then returned to the chicken coop with her helplessness.

Winter nights always come very quickly, and by the time the twilight drums of Chang'an City sounded, it was already dark. After the handover between Aunt Wang and the steward of the night watch, she put on a big coat and was about to go home, but she saw that Yang Bazi was still carefully checking the thermometer, and her heart couldn't help but overflow with maternal love.

Since Aunt Wang entered this farm, she followed her before and after the saddle, sensible, diligent, and sweet. Aunt Wang has always wanted to give birth to such a caring girl, but unfortunately her stomach is not angry, and she has been married to Wang Laoshi for more than ten years, and she gave birth to a little rabbit cub called Goudan. The twelve-year-old girl was taken captive to be a slave, working all night, and I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to see my father and mother at home in this life.

As a Han woman in Gyeonggi, Aunt Wang really didn't have much ill feeling towards the Qiang people, after all, they were not as fierce as the Huns. In the hearts of the Han people, the Han is far stronger than the Xiqiang. Aunt Wang has the instinct to sympathize with the weak psychologically, and it is only a matter of men to defend the family and defend the country and resist foreigners, and it is not the turn of women to come forward. Therefore, the identity of the Qiang people does not prevent Aunt Wang from having pity for him.

Aunt Wang walked over and touched her little head, and asked lovingly, "Na Bazi, don't you have to work?" ”

He grinned, revealing a small dimple, and said happily: "Yes! Tomorrow it will be my turn to rest. ”

"Well, it just so happened that my aunt was also resting. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, Ming said that my aunt will take you to Dongshi to pull some materials and make new clothes, I think you haven't been to Chang'an City yet, right? ”

When he heard this, his nose was sore, his eyes instantly turned red, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. The management of Qiang female slaves in the farm is very strict, and they are not allowed to step out of the courtyard door for half a step. Although a Qiang supervisor like Yang Bazi can take turns off three days a month, he is not allowed to go out. Unless a steward wishes to vouch for it, it must be returned before nightfall. If the Qiang overseers escaped, the steward who was the guarantor for them would be dismissed.

The Han stewards naturally did not want to make trouble for themselves, and since the farm was built, there has never been a record of the Qiang overseers going out. Aunt Wang proposed that she would take Yang Bazi to Dongshi, and the friendship in this was as heavy as Mount Tai, how could she not be moved?

"Alright! Silly child, what should you be happy about, what are you crying about? Aunt Wang took her in her arms, gently stroked her back, distressed, and comforted: "Mingyu get up early, don't lie in bed, as soon as the morning bell rings, my aunt will come to pick you up." ”

Luo Bazi hugged Aunt Wang's waist tightly, buried her head in the crook of her arm, choked and whispered, feeling the warmth that she had not seen for a long time, which made people's hearts warm and comfortable.

(Huhu, maybe some brothers don't like to read such chapters, but the role of Nakabazi is a line, and the younger brother must properly explain some of her mental journey, and everyone will understand soon.) ）

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