Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 69 Racial Segregation

"Then this matter is settled like this." Old man Li finalized the root and foot, and added a hammer to it, "A few days ago, the autumn harvest was inconvenient for the village to replace the fields. Now that the autumn harvest is over, Feng Langjun doesn't think so. Is Xinzhuang far away? Just right, the old man has some relatives with the He family, if Feng Langjun really wants to change, the old face of the old man will make me laugh."

   "The kid hasn't thanked the grandpa for this matter yet!" Feng Yong saluted again, "The grandpa has helped the kid a lot."

"They are all close neighbors, and they should help each other." Old man Li said with a smile, "Speaking of which, the He family and the old man took advantage of this matter, and Xinzhuang is all good water! The old man is elsewhere, I also got 500 acres of farmland. There is no such thing as 500 acres of farmland in this village, I’m afraid Feng Langjun will suffer a bit. Would you like me to give you some extra tenant labor?"

   This is said with a level, and it has helped people a lot, but it is as if they owed others, and people can't help but feel a little grateful after hearing it.

"No loss, no loss! As long as it can be exchanged, it will be no loss. Feng's family is not prosperous, and Xinzhuang can't take care of it. It's a headache to put it there. Forget about labor. After a while, there will be some more in the village." It should be enough for people to come over."

   These days, there is a shortage of labor. Although Xinzhuang's house was ransacked by the government, the tenants in the village were innocent and had already run away. Of course, it is more likely that the He family directly took over the tenants, so Xinzhuang is an empty village. Under normal circumstances, even if it is a replacement, there is no reason to give Feng Yong free labor.

  But I talked to Li Yi earlier about taking over the veterans, so I calculated the time, it was almost here, and with those Liao families, I was not afraid that no one would farm.

   "It seems that Feng Langjun has a plan, so I won't bother you. You get busy first, and I won't bother you." Old man Li got what he wanted, said goodbye contentedly, and walked away briskly.

   "The boy won't send his grandpa off." Feng Yong returned the gift and said loudly.

  Seeing the old man waving his hands back without looking back, Feng Yong chuckled, it seemed pretty good to be a neighbor with such an old man.

"Don't throw the stones you pick up, pile them up together." Feng Yong, in a good mood, turned around and stood on the highest point of the hillside, with one hand on his hips, and the other pointing at the troublemakers who threw stones into the creek down the slope. Scolding, like an evil overseer.

Immediately, two grown-ups rushed out from the crowd, picked one up with one side of their armpits, threw it in front of Feng Yong, "slapped" a few times, each spanked a few times, and finally bowed to Feng Yong to apologize for smiling : "I'm sorry for the master, the little one didn't like it."

  Feng Yong waved his hand: "Call all the literate children in the house."

  I feel that I have miscalculated. In the past, there were few people in the village, and I was used to pulling all adults and children to work, so I thought there were not enough people. Now that there are more of these bureaucrats, the manpower is sufficient, and there is no need to send children into battle. Land reclamation is physical work, children have little strength, and there are too many people, sometimes it will get in the way.

  It seems that I am still too inexperienced. If the housekeeper arranges it, it will not be like this.

   In a few days, there will be another batch of veterans with their families. This matter has been mentioned to the housekeeper, so the housekeeper went to the city early this morning to buy daily necessities.

   "Stand up and line up."

  Find a temporary open space, Feng Yong gave the order.

   Regarding the password of the master's house, the children on the village have almost formed an instinct, and they quickly lined up in two rows as usual.

  The noisy voices on the **** suddenly became much quieter.

  For the farmers in Fengzhuang, the queuing of children is connected with literacy and reading, which is a very sacred thing. For generations of ancestors who have never produced scholars, Fengzhuang is the best place in the world just to teach their children to read.

   Sure enough, the master said: "The heaven and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations... One, two, three, let's begin."

  Therefore, amidst the immature child's voice, there are also a few voice-changing male duck voices, mixed together on the small hillside of Feng Zhuang: "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric..."

  The children's reciting sounds seemed to inject endless energy into the adults' bodies at once. The farmers' enthusiasm for work immediately increased, and they even became inexplicably uncontrollable.

It was a stone that could only be lifted by two people, but a woman immediately picked it up, walked a few steps quickly with enough energy, threw it into a fixed pile of stones, and then looked back at the child not far away, with a satisfied look on her face. smile.

The few men in the village, when they heard the sound of the child reading, took off their upper body clothes, bent down, grabbed the big rock hidden in the soil with both hands, and growled like a bull. , the veins on his arm popped out, and he turned out the stone that can usually be pried up with a pickaxe...

  Although he knew that farmers admired literacy and reading, Feng Yong still underestimated how stimulating the children's reading sound was to them. Feng Yong didn't know what the farmers were thinking, but felt the excitement of the farmers, turned his head to look, and couldn't see anything unusual for a while.

  But when he saw the Liaoren on the other side, the difference suddenly appeared. The two groups of people who were obviously working at the same speed in front of them, now the footsteps of the Han farmers suddenly became much faster, and many of them were still carrying soil or carrying stones while trotting for a while.

   In contrast, the Liao people were much more silent. The children looked enviously at those peers who were reciting books. The grown-up, on the other hand, has a little inferiority complex, and tried his best not to look over there, but couldn't help but take a sneak peek once or twice out of the corner of his eye.

  From the perspective of human nature, Feng Yong believes in the theory that human nature is inherently evil. Throw away the morality that human beings bind themselves, and then annihilate the intelligence as a primate, then he will think that there is no difference between human beings and animals.

  In this barbaric era, even the Han Chinese, who are the representatives of the highest civilization, have morals that are only aimed at the Han Chinese themselves, and the dividing line between races is so obvious. As a time traveler, Feng Yong didn't have any other prejudices against Liaoren, but because of the surrounding environment, he had to carefully conceal his difference.

  If the Liao people get the same treatment as other people as soon as they arrive in Fengzhuang, this will not only make the original households in Fengzhuang feel uncomfortable, but also make the Liao people not cherish the hard-won life.

  Promoting Mi En, fighting Mi Qiu, the old saying is generally very reasonable.

   In Feng Yong’s previous life, there was a supervisor under Feng Yong. He was a nice guy. When his subordinates were late, he helped to ask for leave. When his subordinates made mistakes, he helped to cover them up. In the year-end summary, his team members were the laziest and the business was the worst.

   Later, he was criticized. He wanted to strictly enforce the system and reminded his subordinates many times that anyone who was late would be deducted from his salary. Who knew that it had only been implemented for a month, and all the people under him were blown up. It didn't happen before, how can it be like this now? In the end, things got serious, and I got stabbed at the boss. The boss made the final decision and fired me! One didn't fall well.

  So, a bad person should not be a good person. Because people's hearts are always insufficient, some things come too easily, and they will not be cherished.

   Until now, apart from the fact that the housekeeper recruited a girl from the Liao family to help the mansion, the Liao people still have to abide by the unwritten rule of not getting close to Feng's mansion without incident, not to mention that their children can read and read like the children of the peasant household.

  (end of this chapter)