Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 71 Different Reading Seeds

  Looking at the group of excited farmers, Feng Yong felt that Huang Yueying could not be allowed to come up this slope. Farmers in the countryside are too hot to work, and it is common to take off their clothes and continue working, and there are not so many taboos between men and women. Qianshou, if you have clothes to wear, you have met a good owner. It is common for several people in the family to share a piece of clothing, and whoever wants to go out changes into it.

  But for a person of status like Huang Yueying, when encountering such a situation, it is the most normal thing for you to be accused of assaulting a nobleman - in broad daylight, you don't wear any clothes, what do you want to do?

  Waved his hands to stop the group of children, and at the same time shouted loudly to the farmers: "Hurry up and put on the clothes for me! A nobleman is coming."

  Then ran quickly, Feng Yong trotted all the way down the hillside, rushed to Huang Yueying, and saluted: "Madam suddenly came to Fengzhuang, why didn't you say something in advance? At least let the boy be prepared."

   "I told you in advance, but I won't be able to see such a grand occasion." Huang Yueying signaled Feng Yong to get out of the way, raised her chin again, and nodded to the children who had not been dismissed on the slope, "Such a good article, why didn't you tell me?"

  I have to report even this? Then Zhao Erlang spies in Fengzhuang every day, shouldn't he tell you about this?

  Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang inexplicably again. Could it be that this guy's conscience found out that it was wrong to be a spy, so he didn't say anything?

  Zhao Guang lay down on the gun for the second time, and looked back at Feng Yong blankly: I didn't do anything?

   "Madam, the farmer on this **** is working. The scene is a bit chaotic, so don't go up? I'm afraid those servants will bump into Madam." Seeing Huang Yueying pass him and continue walking forward, Feng Yong hurriedly spoke to dissuade her.

"A few days ago when the millet was harvested, wasn't I also there? Why didn't anyone bump into it? Today I caught something that I usually hide, so you dare not let me see it?" Huang Yueying's phoenix eyes When I picked it up, the tone was a little unfriendly.

  The key is to be close to the official road when harvesting millet, who dares to take off their clothes there? The **** behind the village is different. They all belong to the Feng family, even the mountains behind. The village households have no such scruples. Isn't it common to take off their clothes and work?

   Without Feng Yong's order to disband, the children still stood there quietly, and no one even moved. Stand with your hands behind your back, legs apart, and chest out, like that strong and long little green pine.

When Huang Yueying came up to the slope, what she saw was just like this. She even saw a ten-year-old child with beads of sweat running down his eyes, and he didn't even dare to wipe it off. , trying to squeeze the sweat to the side.

  Looking at the farmers working hard over there, and at the motionless children here, Huang Yueying took a deep breath and looked at Feng Yong with unconcealable shock.

Feng Yong didn't notice Huang Yueying's gaze, he was focusing all his attention on the working adults, he searched in the crowd, but he didn't see any shirtless people, thinking that our master seems to be pretty good. Prestige, the mood is slightly relaxed.

   "What's your name?" Huang Yueying walked up to the sweaty child just now, covered his head with an oil umbrella, and bent down to ask.

  The child didn't expect that the not-so-good-looking lady would ask him something, opened his mouth, then suddenly turned his head away, raised his hand out of the umbrella, and shouted: "Report!"

   "Huh?" Feng Yong heard the voice and turned around, "What's the matter?"

   "Going back to the master's house, the nobleman asked me something."

   "Oh, it's okay, let's talk, you can answer whatever you ask."

   "No!" The child turned around and said to Huang Yueying, "If you are a nobleman, I will call you Gouzi."

  Huang Yueying stood up straight in astonishment, looked at Feng Yong, and then at the child.

I saw that the clothes on this child were a bit worn out, his feet were bare, and his feet were covered with mud. The only commendable thing was that his face was clean, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked very energetic, but that was all. , which is incomparable to the children of farmers elsewhere.

  Gouzi's small move made Guan Ji couldn't help but glance at Feng Yong silently.

There are many people who can teach a batch of reading seeds, and there are many people who can bring out orders and prohibitions, but those who can make rural urchins literate, teach them to be reading seeds, and make them prohibit them, she only saw Pass such a person.

   Don't speak without orders, don't move without orders. If you just look at the formation, these children are probably much stronger than most of the army.

  As the instigator, Feng Tubie, didn't know how shocking the behavior of these children was in the eyes of others.

   According to Feng Yong, who has had military training in junior high school, high school and university, it is quite normal to train students in a queue. You can't even maintain classroom discipline well, and you still want to improve teaching efficiency? As for the ancient elite teaching model of teaching students according to their aptitude and praising scholars, Feng Yong said that I just want to cultivate the most basic literate peasants, and I don’t want him to publish books and biographies. Why bother?

  Assembly-line teaching can’t produce high-quality students, but it can produce high-quality students. You don’t even have the most basic literacy rate. Even if you train two or three talented students, how many nails can you make? The people are the creators of history!

  Huang Yueying was still wondering why Feng Yong wanted to open up wasteland on the slope, but now she thinks she understands. The Feng family, could it be that the expenses are a bit high because they need to provide for these children to study, and in addition, she asked Feng Yong to take over some bureaucrats a few days ago, so they also have to open their mouths to eat. Thinking about coming to a small Feng's mansion, there is no foundation in the first place, after such a toss, I'm afraid the whole mansion will be hollowed out, right?

  Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She only saw that he was a disciple of the Shanmen, but ignored that he was just a child. It was not easy to think about supporting such a mansion at such a young age.

  In the past, he hid his identity as a disciple of the mountain sect, but now he doesn't mind being known. Maybe this is the critical moment for the sect to test him to become a master, so don't get him involved because of his own reasons. Thinking of this, Huang Yueying couldn't help asking with concern: "Is the food in the house still enough?"

   "Ah?" Feng Yong wondered why Huang Yueying would ask such a question, and answered honestly, "It's enough for now."

"Since there is enough food, why do we still need to open up wasteland on the slope?" Huang Yueying pointed to the farmer who was opening up wasteland, "If the food is really not enough, just say it directly, there is no shame. No one has passed a few hurdles when?"

   "It's not about growing food." Feng Yong said casually, "It's about growing tea."

   "Tea? What kind of tea? Tea leaves for making tea soup?" Huang Yueying asked in surprise, "You know how to grow tea?"

   "Yes." Feng Yong nodded, "Isn't Nanzhong in chaos, the tea leaves are getting less and less, so I want to plant them myself. By the way, madam, the government doesn't care about opening up wasteland and planting trees on this slope, right?"

Huang Yueying didn't know the meaning of Feng Tubie's question, and said without much thought: "There is no such rule. The **** was originally a wasteland, even if it was opened, there is no water, and no food can be grown. The government will not care about this. But why? Can’t grow some mulberry? Tea soup is not a daily requirement. It’s optional. I drink it sometimes, and even if I don’t drink it sometimes, nothing will happen. I’ve worked so hard to open up this wasteland just to grow this. You are not fooling around ?"

  I'm afraid that if I plant it, you will be jealous when you sell the tea leaves!

  (end of this chapter)