Farmer of Shu Han

Guan Ji came back soon, Huang Yueying looked up at the sun, then at Zhang Xing, then at Feng Yong, her eyes flickered, she thought of something, and said to Feng Yong: "The sun is too big, You are here to help me look after Si Niang, don't let her run around in the sun. I'll ask them to measure the land." After speaking, he squatted down and said to Zhang Xing, "Si Niang, have a good time with Feng Lang. You stay here, you know?" After speaking, she greeted Zhao Guang and Guan Ji and left in a hurry, and it seemed that she was going to measure the ground herself.

At this time, food is the top priority. Even the emperor wants to stop the court. Officials at all levels have stepped out of the official office to urge the autumn harvest. Therefore, Huang Yueying's resignation as the prime minister's wife is definitely not a disgraceful thing, but a commendable thing. Especially in the Han and Tang Dynasties, the atmosphere was open, and it was most normal for women to show their heads in public. Unlike some self-castration dynasties in later generations, when men failed, they suppressed women to the point of deformity.

The more confident the dynasty, the more free women are.

In future generations, Huang Yueying will definitely be the kind of strong woman who can go up to the hall, go down to the kitchen, and be the CEO outside, it's perfect.

This Zhuge old demon, this life is worth it!

Feng Yong was very envious and jealous.

Finally able to sit down, Feng Yong pulled Zhang Xing to his side, carefully looked at the pink and jade-carved female doll in front of him, didn't he think that Zhang Fei was a big man with a black face? How could such a beautiful daughter be born? Could it be that some people in later generations are right to say that Zhang Fei is actually a white-faced scholar? I wanted to ask Zhang Xing what her father looked like, but thinking about the sadness that this might cause the little girl, I decided to forget it.

"When I was sleeping just now, did you use something to tickle it?" Feng Yong pulled the dog's tail grass casually, and turned around in front of the girl's eyes.

Little Zhang Xing rolled his big eyes, and said crisply: "I didn't wake up Feng Langjun."

"Oh? Then who woke me up?" Feng Yong thought of the ear being pinched in his sleep just now, and thought to himself, could it be that someone really pinched my ear?

"I can't tell." Zhang Xing smiled, clapped his hands and said, "It's not me anyway."

whispering sound!

Feng Yong pulled a few stalks of dog's tail grass, folded them a few times, and a puppy appeared in his hand, shook it, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were bright, and his eyeballs turned left and right following the movement of the grass dog. He nodded repeatedly: "I want it, Feng Langjun, do you want to give it to me?"

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but you have to tell me what happened just now. Did someone twist my ears while I was sleeping?" Feng Yong said seductively with the expression of me being a good uncle. .

"yes……"

Just as Zhang Xing said a word, he stopped immediately, and looked at the grass dog reluctantly, as if he had made up his mind, he turned his head away, "I can't say it. This dog made of weeds doesn't look good. I don't want it anymore."

Feng Yong gave another "tsk", thinking that I can't deal with a little girl like you?

Thinking about it, I got up and broke a thin willow branch, twisted it left and right, pulled out the middle branch, leaving only the bark, then pinched it into a finger-length section, squeezed it flat, put it in my mouth and blew it, and the whistle sounded .

Nodding in satisfaction, it seems that the craftsmanship I had when I was a child has not been lost. He squatted down again, shook the willow whistle, and said seductively, "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were full of longing, and he nodded vigorously: "I want to."

Feng Yong stretched out his hand and handed it over: "Here."

Zhang Xing's eyes immediately narrowed into crescents, took it and blew it happily, then turned his head and said: "Thank you Mr. Zhang!"

The cry of "concubine" made Feng Yong's heart itch, and he asked, "Then can you tell me now if someone twisted my ears?"

Zhang Xing blew a few more times, then reluctantly returned the whistle to Feng Yong, shook his head and said, "No."

Fuck! I feel like my IQ has been crushed by a little girl!

Feng Yong looked at the whistle, there was still a layer of bright water color on it, he smacked his mouth: "Forget it, give it to you, I don't want it anymore."

"Then I can't say it." Zhang Xing immediately retracted the whistle and looked at Feng Yong warily.

"Don't tell me."

Feng Yong thought this is really Zhang Fei's seed? What about the reckless guy? Or is it because of the good Xiahou gene?

"You really don't want me to tell you?"

"I really don't want to."

"Then Feng Langjun, can you give me that dog made of weeds?"

"Didn't you say it's ugly? I've already thrown it away."

"Then can we make another one? Make a nice one."

Two voices, one big and one small, sounded under the willow tree.

...

When Huang Yueying came back from work, what she saw was Feng Yong and Zhang Xing sitting side by side by the river, the two of them were singing a strange and unknown slang song: "...Big Brother, okay, let's go catch loach..."

"Feng Langjun, what does big brother mean?"

"That's what the barbarians in the west call it, which means elder brother."

"What about the loach? What is it?"

"It's the squid that grows in the mud."

"Is catching eel fun?"

"It's very fun, just like catching fish. But it's much more difficult than catching fish, because the headfish is hidden in the mud, and you have to scrape the mud carefully to find it."

"Then can you take me to catch eelfish?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting dirty? It's all mud."

"I'm not afraid. When it rained last year, I secretly built a house with mud, and then I was beaten up by my mother. Now my mother wants me to read and practice martial arts every day, and I have to be a female celebrity at night. I can't play anymore." Zhang Xing put his hands on his cheeks and stared at the distance dreamily. The little person still misses it, "I can only go to see my aunt when I have time every few days."

Poor child, it seems that parents all over the world have the same heart, and it has never changed for thousands of years.

Feng Yonggang wanted to reach out and touch Zhang Xing's small head, but suddenly there was a cough behind him, which made him shrink back immediately in shock, and turned his head to look, it turned out that Huang Yueying was already standing behind the two of them.

Feng Yong's old face turned red rarely, he stood up and greeted Huang Yueying: "Ma'am, are you done?"

Huang Yueying's expression was as usual, as if she didn't notice Feng Tubie's wretched mentality just now, she nodded: "The measurement is over, after the piece of millet is harvested and dried, don't forget to weigh it all."

"Ma'am, please don't worry, I will never forget this." Feng Yong patted his chest as a guarantee, seeing that Huang Yueying didn't say anything else, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. At the same time, it was strange: No, why did I suddenly feel guilty just now?

Feng Zhuang's grain harvest this year must be a bumper harvest, the only concern is how much more grain can be harvested? In particular, the piece of lower field that the host personally selected was even better than the upper field. The master's family had learned the art of immortality from an expert, and this news was widely spread among Zhuanghu's mouths. So at the beginning of the year, the people in Xiali Village said that the master's family had developed hysteria and ran into the deep mountains. In fact, they went to learn the magic of the gods.

Huang Yueying looked at the inside and outside of the village, and after eating another meal, before leaving, she told Feng Yong not to forget what she told her, and then she took the reluctant little loli into the ox cart and rushed back in town.