Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 10 Contract of Selling

Feng Yong looked at the girl, her hair was a little yellow, and some parts were even knotted together. Occasionally, lice crawled in and out, her face was dark, she was obviously malnourished, she was wearing clothes that didn't fit well, and she was too fat Not to mention, it was still tattered, with bare feet, and the original skin color could no longer be seen.

  The only bright spot in the whole body is the pair of eyes. I don't know whether they are big or protruding because the face is too thin. They are big and dark, and they are looking at Feng Yong with horror.

   This is called good looking? Feng Yong felt sad for a while.

The butler leaned close to Feng Yong's ear and whispered: "My lord raises chickens. If you want to find someone to help, this girl is good, better than a boy. Don't worry about the secrets in this mansion being leaked out. The old servant has inquired about this girl. I usually work hard, and I'm not too old, so it's just a good time to train me when I enter the mansion."

   Am I understanding something wrong? Or did the housekeeper understand something wrong? Why is it better for girls to enter the house than boys? There is also the word training, are you sure you said it correctly? I originally meant that I wanted a few big boys to come into the mansion to help out.

   It’s hard to refute the housekeeper’s words. More importantly, Feng Yong has no idea of ​​the various rules of this era. He finally managed to be regarded as a normal person. He doesn’t want to be thought to be crazy again.

  So under normal circumstances, the opinion of the housekeeper is very important. Feng Yong also felt that there is not much difference between girls and boys. Although he was a little confused, he nodded to signal the housekeeper to make the decision.

   Facts have proved that there is indeed a huge difference in thinking between Feng Yong and the ancients.

"The deed of sale?!" Feng Yong widened his eyes, looked at the ugly toothman in front of him, then at the smiling butler with a natural expression, and finally at Ding Er who was bending over, looking at him with trepidation for fear that he would go back on his word. This world is too crazy.

   "What do you mean, you want to sell your daughter?" Feng Yong pointed at Ding Er and asked through gritted teeth.

"Master...if the master's family is not willing, then...the long contract is also possible." Ding Er shrank his head, whispered, looked at Feng Yong's eyes that wanted to eat people, and took another step back, "The short contract ?”

"What are you talking about? What is a long contract and a short contract? If you really want to sign this, why bother the Yaman?" The butler smiled, but his tone was unquestionable. He refuted Ding Er's sentence and looked at Feng. Yong, I am very puzzled, could the Lord be going into hysteria again at this time?

Feng Yong opened his mouth and was about to speak when he saw the worried look in the housekeeper's eyes. He suddenly thought that this was a semi-slave era, and finally closed his eyes and waved his hands weakly, "I'm a little tired, we'll talk about this later. "

  Nervous people have no human rights. Although Feng Yong said to wait until later, the housekeeper still bought Ding Er's daughter on his own initiative.

Looking at the little girl pitifully pulling the corner of her father's clothes, her eyes were full of begging and fear, but the father could only bend down to hug the child, comforting the girl while telling her to listen to the master's words , Feng Yong only felt that he had committed a heinous crime, because he was the beast that separated the flesh and blood of others.

  In this era of continuous wars and countless lives lost, Ding Er's family is considered lucky. At least they can rent and plant the land of the landlord's family, and the whole family can barely have a meal. As for the children in their family, the youngest sister in their family is even more lucky, she was able to work in a rich family, and she will not worry about food and clothing from now on. This is what most people think.

  The housekeeper’s idea is even simpler. It is impossible to spread the secret art of wishing the chicken man to the outside world. If the lord wants someone to help, it can only be someone from the mansion, and it must be a complete man from the mansion.

When a boy enters the mansion to do work, the family usually signs a long-term deed, and will not sign the deed of sale unless it is absolutely necessary. At that time, I wish that once the secret technique of the rooster is leaked, in the view of the housekeeper, it will definitely be ruined for the Feng family. **** blow.

  But girls are different. Most families let girls work in rich families. As long as the price is right, they can sign a contract of sale. From then on, they are members of the rich family. Life and death are decided by the master, and there is no worry of leaking secrets.

Feng Yong's nerves are very tenacious, otherwise he would not have managed to survive after being reincarnated into this completely strange era, and even after being treated as a psychopath by the people around him, he would even try to reverse the attitude of others towards him under tremendous pressure. impression.

  However, no matter how tough his nerves were, he couldn't stand this kind of distorted impact that was completely opposite to the later generations. So Feng Yong was a little bit shocked by this matter, and he felt that he needed to take it easy, so he lay on the bed the next day and didn't want to get up.

  After the housekeeper invited the medical worker, the medical worker only said that he was overwhelmed, and everything else was fine, he just needed to rest in peace.

   This reassured the housekeeper, and he ordered Yaomei, who had just arrived in Feng's residence, the youngest daughter of the Dinger family, to serve the master's family well, and then turned around and went out to work. The wheat has been harvested, but the rent has to be collected for the next few days, and rice will be planted later. This can be regarded as the busiest time of the year.

   "What's your name?" Feng Yong lay on the bed and looked at the little girl who had been re-dressed up, and asked a little weakly.

"My... my name is... oh, no, back to the master's house, the servant girl is called Yaomei, that's what everyone calls me at home." The little girl looked very nervous and hurried, with her head lowered, and her skinny hands were twisting all the time. Dress corner.

   "Bewitching?" Feng Yong asked strangely.

  The butler knows that his master has some unusual habits, such as being extremely clean, the whole house must be clean, washing hands before eating, taking a bath when getting dirty, etc. So the little girl was washed several times before being sent to Feng Yong's bedside.

  Her head was re-braided into a double-ringed bun, and her clothes were new and fit well. She probably wasn't used to wearing shoes, and her feet still kept the habit of being barefoot, constantly rubbing against each other. Compared with the sloppy appearance a few days ago, she is said to be completely two people now, or she has the appearance of a human being. Even so, Feng Yong couldn't see anything seductive about her.

   "After entering the mansion, do you still want to go home?"

  Yaomei raised her head to look at Feng Yong, then hurriedly lowered her head in a panic, and said softly: "There is enough food in the house, but there is not enough food in the house. The clothes are nice, but I still miss home."

  Can speak, she is indeed a clever girl, this may be the housekeeper taught her how to speak.

  Maybe they are all right, she entered the mansion because she is luckier than others, at least she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. As for involuntary life and death, is it possible that in this world, people outside can live and die by themselves?

  Feng Yong smiled to himself, he was still too naive. History is rolling forward, what is it if you are under the wheel of history? Self-pity and self-sigh, in the eyes of others, is no different from a lunatic.

  Thinking of this, he consciously regained some strength, Feng Yong half lay up, and asked, "Do you dare to catch flies?"

"Ah?" Yaomei raised her head, obviously not following Feng Yong's way of thinking, and murmured, "My maid has never caught flies, only grasshoppers, crickets, birds, fish and shrimps. I also touched it...the flies were killed directly."

   Can't tell that this is still a little girl.

  Feng Yong couldn't help laughing, "Are you afraid of flies?"

  Yaomei shook her head: "My servant is not afraid. I even fed flies to ants when I was at home."

   "That's good, you go ask the cook for a bowl of bran, mix some flour in it, mix well with water, I'm very useful, understand?"

   "Yes, the servant girl wrote it down."

  Yaomei turned around to go out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around in a panic and performed a very irregular maid salute, and then hurried out again.

   To raise maggots, there must be flies. Without fly eggs, where do maggots come from?

  Of course Feng Yong knows that his body is not sick. With his appearance, it is a heart disease to say that he is literary, and to put it harshly, it is actually his hypocritical disease. I couldn't get over the hurdle in my heart for a while, and I committed hypocrisy.

  Since I am not sick, lying in bed and pretending to be sick is actually very tiring. These days, there is no air conditioner, and the room is stuffy and hot.

Use bait to lure flies to lay eggs. The first generation of maggots produced is not clean. The first generation of flies that have been transformed must be strictly controlled, and then the second generation of maggots will be produced. This continues until three or four generations. Feel free to use it. In this production process, the most important thing is to have a room where flies cannot freely enter and exit.

  There are not many other buildings in Feng's mansion, but there are many houses.

  (end of this chapter)