Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 90 I'm already sixteen years old!

  Feng Yong slammed his mouth, thinking that I finally understood, I guess my lifelong event is being targeted by someone, and that person is most likely the old demon Zhuge who didn't run away.

   Thinking up to this point, Feng Yong couldn't help but feel pain. This Zhuge old demon's desire to control is really too strong, right? In order to hold himself in his hands, he did everything he could!

  In the previous life, I was disliked by others, and then I had to serve the female boss. This life is good, I haven't thought about it yet, someone can't wait to put a warm couch for me, life...

   But thinking about it, I am already sixteen, and after two years of exhaustion, my body will almost grow into a "perfect body". Of course, if you're in a hurry, it's not like you can't...

Thinking like this, a wretched smile appeared on his face involuntarily. Feng Yong salivated and said to Huang Yueying: "Madam said yes. It's just that the boy really can't think of a suitable candidate. Speaking of which, the boy also regards the lady as an elder." Yes, if Ma'am is willing..."

   Speaking of this, his tongue suddenly became knotted, and he couldn't say the next sentence, "The boy listens to his wife's arrangement".

   Thinking of Zhang Xiahou who left in a hurry just now, according to the rules of this era, if she came in by herself, she should at least avoid it. It feels very strange to sit here so abruptly and listen to the conversation between myself and Huang Yueying. Zhang Xiahou is a lady who came out of everyone, so it is impossible for her to not even understand this bit of common sense.

   Zhang Xiahou only has two daughters, right? right? One is the current queen, and the other is the little loli Zhang Xing.

there is only one truth!

  Fortunately, I stopped talking in time, and didn't get bald all of a sudden.

  I'm already sixteen! Barely considered a complete body, right?

  That little loli is only in her teens. Could it be that uncle wants me to wait for her for another six or seven years?

  Huang Yueying nodded in satisfaction and said, "Are you really willing to listen to my arrangement?"

   I didn't say that!

  I didn’t say that!

"You regard me as an elder, but in fact, why don't I regard you as a junior?" Huang Yueying didn't give Feng Yong a chance to speak, and looked at him lovingly, "You child, you have a good temper. Don't worry. Well, if there is a family with a good girl, I will pay attention to you."

  Feng Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it’s not enough to decide on the spot, it shows that there is still room for change in the matter, it shows that Zhang Xiahou just now is just for the sake of a possible future son-in-law, and everything is undecided.

   "Ma'am, the boy went north to Hanzhong, in fact, it was for the army rations. Although it can be made with just some salt grains, it is not as good as adding chicken and cheese after all. Now the chicken..."

   "Wait, what did you just say?" Huang Yueying suddenly interrupted Feng Yong's words, "Go north to Hanzhong?" At the same time, she touched the rolled up painting with her hand, and her eyes fell on the scroll involuntarily.

   "Uh, yes, isn't Hanzhong just to the north of the capital? In fact, the boy went to Hanzhong..."

   "His Majesty has newly installed Hanzhongye, and there is no suitable candidate yet. If you don't want to stay in Zhuye prison and want to go to Hanzhong, why not try this Hanzhongye?"

  Huang Yueying interrupted Feng Yong again.

what's the situation?

  Feng Yong opened his mouth, but found that he seemed to have nothing to say.

   So... agreed?

  The turning point is a bit big.

   "What? Don't want to?"

   "Will Will!"

   Wearing the tiger skin of the royal family to make troubles, Hanzhong must be walking sideways! When you see where it fits, you can just point to it and say, "I, Hanzhong Metallurgical Supervision Order, circled it!"

  It makes sense to think about it.

  If that Guan Ji is by your side, then say to her affectionately: "I contracted this land for you."

  I'm already sixteen years old!

   "That kid, Zhuangshang..."

Huang Yueying cast a glance at Feng Yong, opened the picture scroll just now, and said lightly: "You are a small Zhuangzi, are you afraid that someone will dare to take it away? Is it possible that I have been to Fengzhuang so many times? Are you blind? Besides, your Zhuangzi and those people in the mansion were rewarded by the late emperor. As long as you are not confused, who would dare to mess around? Give him ten guts!"

  Feng Yong was stunned.

   Is there such an operation?

  Ganqing’s previous words are all lying to me?

  Look at Huang Yueying, she has stood up, and started to pick up the pen to draw on the painting again, as if she was writing.

   Isn’t this painting already destroyed? What else do you want to inscribe on it? What a waste.

  Feng Yong stretched his neck hard, trying to see what was written on it. Unexpectedly, Huang Yueying noticed his actions, turned her head, and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

   "Oh, one more question."

"explain."

   "The Han Zhongye, did you refer to the old regulations of the Zhuye Supervisor..."

Before finishing speaking, Huang Yueying suddenly turned her head again, stared at him for a while, and then slowly said: "Zhuye Supervisor is at the foot of the emperor, but Hanzhongye is far away from the capital, how can the two be confused. Well, at least Zhuye Supervisor came up with a plow, but Han Zhongye is going to help Huangzhuang reclaim wasteland for the royal family, how can you let you do something foolish?"

  Before Zhu Yejian came out of the eight ox plow, I was also fooling around.

  However, Feng Yong has no temper. Since he was able to go to Hanzhong under the skin of the royal family, it was considered a pleasant surprise. Judging from the meaning of the words just now, it is estimated that the Hanzhong Yeli should not be an empty shell in name like Zhu Yejian, and the royal family must put some people in it.

   After Feng Yong left, Mrs. Zhang Xiahou came out from the gate of the courtyard. Zhang Xing, who was originally with her, was nowhere to be seen. It is estimated that she was sent to play elsewhere.

   "What do you think, sister?"

  After Zhang Xiahou sat down, Huang Yueying raised her head and asked with a smile.

  Ms. Zhang Xiahou frowned and thought for a while, then shook her head lightly, and said with a smile: "I can't tell the feeling. It seems that my temper is a bit jumpy, but sometimes it seems to have a deep meaning, and I won't be able to see it for a while."

"Hanzhongye is new, and there will be no suitable manpower for a while. The kid claims to have learned the art of farming, and putting him there can be regarded as a person who can make the best of his talents. It's just that he would rather not join the army before, but he was willing to go there. From this, it can be seen that Zhuye Jian, who was originally useless, must be born to dislike being restrained by others. I hope my sister will explain this to the queen and queen mother, so that the people who go to Hanzhongye should not restrict him more. "

   "Why do you want me to explain again? You know that I don't like to go out. If it wasn't because of Siniang this time, I still wouldn't want to come here."

Huang Yueying picked up the scroll, blew it softly, and said with a smile: "The matter of the young mansion is after all a royal family affair, so how can I, an outsider, intervene? Last time I just took Zhuye Supervisor to coax him I came in to do things, anyway, it was just an empty name at the time, but I didn’t expect it to cause such a situation. Then Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation is really going to reclaim wasteland, how can I not know what is good or bad?”

"You!" Mrs. Zhang Xiahou shook her head helplessly, "You look like your husband-in-law, but you are too cautious. Now that you have already thought of this, why don't you persuade your husband-in-law to get rid of Zhuye as soon as possible?" Released to the Shaofu?"

  Huang Yueying didn't answer, but just stared at the painting for a while, and then sighed softly after a while: "The treasury is empty, what can I do?"

  (end of this chapter)