Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 35 You also came from time travel?

"Zhao Erlang, you're really an idiot! If you don't point it out, I'll take it as if I don't know about it. But now that you make it so obvious, I'm afraid I'll lose a good friend!" Feng Yong sighed , It feels good to get along with Zhao Guang. A second-generation official, he is handsome and has no temper, and his temperament is compatible. It is a pity to lose this friend. "Why do you have to tell me about this tonight?"

   "Because starting tomorrow, I won't be using it to test Dalang anymore."

   "Oh? Isn't that a good thing?"

"It's a good thing." Zhao Guang sighed, "Whether Dalang believes it or not, I have no intention of being sorry to Dalang except that the elder's order must not be violated. After leaving tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have the face to see Dalang again. First of all, I would like to thank Da Lang for his hospitality these days."

   "You mean, you won't come to the door again from now on?"

   "I feel ashamed, what face do I have to come to the door?"

Feng Yong sighed: "This is not very good. You just said that you want to order some chairs for General Zhao. If you don't come, why don't you let me send them over? The last time I met General Zhao, he told me It seems very unpleasant, so I don't dare to meet the old general."

   "Da Lang doesn't blame me?" Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Feng Yong in disbelief.

"What's so strange. You didn't mean any harm to me, and you didn't do anything wrong to Feng's family. On the contrary, you helped a lot. If you didn't help those mountains behind Feng's house, I'm afraid I There is no way to include it under the name, and I haven’t thanked you for this matter.”

   "Da Lang shamed me too! What are the barren hills worth mentioning?"

   "There are treasures on that mountain," Feng Yong winked, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

   "Really? Didn't Dalang come to cheat on me just to ease my heart?"

   "Tch! What did I tell you to do?" Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang with dissatisfaction, put on his clothes again, called Yaomei, and told her to drink a pot of strong tea.

   "Isn't this just tea soup?" Zhao Guang picked up the tea bowl, looked at it, and denied it himself, "It's not like it. There is no ginger, no garlic, and no meat oil. It's not like tea soup."

  Who the **** puts so many things in while drinking tea? I'm not cooking soup.

  "The tea leaves are indeed tea leaves, but the tea soup is not the tea soup that other people usually drink. This tea is refined by my master's secret technique, and it is not comparable to ordinary tea soup. It is suitable for sipping tea slowly, not for drinking."

  Niuyin is not impossible, anyway, Feng Tubie is not an elegant person. In summer, take a pot of tea and put it on the table until it cools down. When you are thirsty, pour a large bowl and drink it in one gulp.

   But you can’t say that to others. How can you pretend to be aggressive if you don’t improve your style?

  The slightly astringent tea rolled around the tongue, and then slid down the throat, followed by a faint sweet taste, and the tea fragrance lingered in the mouth.

   "Wonderful!" Zhao Guang squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "The taste is not as deep as tea soup, but it has a mellow aroma. It's really wonderful!"

  Damn it! This is not true, is it? Is this guy really drinking tea for the first time? This is full of force!

  Feng Tubie stared straight, could it be said that in these days, acting aggressively requires talent?

   "Da Lang, why didn't you share it with me earlier?" Zhao Guang stretched out his hand to hold the teapot, and moved it towards him inadvertently, "Why doesn't Da Lang eat it?"

   Neuropathy, drink tea at night? Or is it a specially made tea that is so strong?

   "I don't like tea before bed."

   Zhao Guangda was overjoyed, and directly hugged the teapot into his arms: "So, I can enjoy this tea soup tonight?"

"what ever."

"Thank you so much, Da Lang." Zhao Guang got the benefit, and finally stepped out. When he reached the door, he remembered that he seemed to have something to say, so he turned his head and reminded Feng Yong, "By the way, Da Lang, I almost I forgot one thing. My aunt is coming to your house tomorrow, and I hope Da Lang can make preparations as soon as possible."

  Feng Yong was taken aback: "Who?"

   "My aunt, the prime minister's wife..."

  I have a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not? Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang, wanting to spray him with MMP.

  So this is the main reason for your excuse to live in Feng's residence tonight, right? No wonder he went around the inside and outside of Feng's residence at night.

  The chief's wife also needs to be safe.

"okay, I get it."

  Finally, Feng Yong nodded expressionlessly.

   "Da Lang has a great skill in nourishing Qi!" Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's expression of no surprise, praised him, and turned to go out.

   "Eating more tea at night is good for your health." Feng Yong's emotionless voice sounded behind him.

   "Thank you Dalang for that."

   Nothing to say all night.

  The cyan oilcloth ox cart was walking unsteadily on the official road. The old ox pulling the cart shook his head from time to time, seeing the tall grass growing by the roadside, he rolled his tongue and ate it. The driver on the cart didn't care about the old cow's inattentive attitude in pulling the cart, but just shook the cow rope from time to time to remind the old cow not to deviate from the official path. Next to the car was a cold-faced female knight who was dressed as a samurai, but at a glance she was a woman disguised as a man.

  Looking at all this from a distance, Feng Yong inexplicably had an idea in his mind: Maybe the Wei and Jin romantics of later generations are nothing more than this?

  Looking at Zhao Guang next to him, the dark circles under his eyes yawned profusely, his handsome face also lost its former radiance, the appearance of a full-fledged descendant after a night of high drug use.

  Feng Yong smiled secretly, and asked, "Erlang, who is the driver?"

   "Oh, that's Zhang Jia Erlang Zhang Shao Zhang Gaoyuan."

   So Zhang Bao hasn’t hung up yet? Remember that he and Guan Xing died in the past few years, right? Otherwise, if Zhang Shao became the head of the Guan family, he would definitely not be able to be the coachman. After all, as a prince of the court, if he were to work as a coachman for a woman, he would be sprayed to death by the officials in the court.

   By the way, what is Huang Yueying's weird habit of using juniors as coachmen?

  The bullock cart stopped in front of Feng Yong and Zhao Guang. The driver jumped out of the cart and lifted the curtain, only to see a woman in her thirties getting out of the cart.

  Feng Yong's eyes straightened when he saw the person coming, this damn! Zhuge old demon's Yanfu is too good, right? The slightly yellowish long hair is as if carefully dyed, and it is **** like a cloud in a high bun. The healthy wheat-colored skin and the most important thing is the high breasts. Although the clothes are plain, a purple belt outlines the graceful grip Her slender waist and extremely tall figure gave her a high-pressure aura.

   This is a **** hot top goddess for future generations.

   Didn’t you say Zhuge Lao Yao’s wife is an ugly monster? Could this young woman have traveled through time like him? Otherwise, this yellow hair, this skin, how to explain? It feels very close, isn't it?

  Should I go up and give her an internationally popular hug? Feng Yong hesitated.

   "Cough!" Zhao Guang coughed dryly, reminded Feng Yong vaguely, and then stepped forward to salute, "My nephew has seen my aunt."

  Huang Yueying frowned, glanced at Feng Yong who was in a daze, her gaze shifted, and then she saw Zhao Guang who was overindulgent, her displeasure was even worse: "Why is your face so haggard?"

   "It's good to teach my aunt to know that my nephew was so excited last night for some reason, and couldn't sleep at night, so he is so tired today."

"Back when General Zhao was fighting in the battlefield, he could sleep peacefully even with his head resting on a corpse. I never thought that you would be so delicate, but you could only sleep in another place occasionally, but you couldn't fall asleep. It's really disappointing." Huang Yueying scolded, " After returning home, I will exercise my muscles and bones to get rid of the problems on my body."

   "Aunt taught me." Zhao Guang answered honestly.

  (end of this chapter)