Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 96 Talk about Hanzhong (Part 2)

"Give it off? That sounds good! The eldest daughter is the first wife, so isn't my sixth wife the first wife?" The impatient Li Liulang spoke first, and said angrily, "It is said to be a gift, but I want to take it. My six-bedroom concubine is going to change it, is this plow made of gold?"

  The one who was chosen by the big house to marry into the Liao family this time was Li Liulang's sister, so I can't blame him for being so anxious.

"I don't know if the plow is made of gold, but if it is true as the father said, plowing in one day is better than hundreds of experienced farmers, then it is not an exaggeration to call this plow a golden plow." Grandson of Li Taigong, Li Dalang took the conversation and said calmly.

Taigong Li nodded approvingly, stretched out his hand to stop the crowd, and said, "That's right. Dalang's words are very good at plowing and reading family heirlooms. We are plowing the land and reading books. To put it vulgarly, it is really nothing more than money and food." Two words. But where does the money and food come from? In the final analysis, it is all on the land. Only when you have land can you be confident. Otherwise, how could the big house be so eager after hearing what Liao Gongyuan said?"

   "The big house also listened to other people's words in the past few months, followed by driving up the price of grain, but in the end it suffered a big loss. Now it is only listening to Liao Gongyuan's one-sided words, will it be deceitful?"

"It was because of the big loss that I was anxious to get back my capital. This Hanzhong used to be mostly cultivated land. Now as long as I can find a way to cultivate it, I can invest a year's worth of money and food at most, and I can start to get back my capital in the second year. This is such a good thing. , naturally rushing to ask for it.”

   "But those Ba Niuli only heard about it, but haven't seen the real thing, how do they know if it's true or not?"

   "If it's fake, it's okay to say, just reply directly. But if it's true? So what?"

   "If it's true, it's not impossible to consider..."

   "It's not your daughter who dares to ask for love?"

   "Hey, why do you say that? Isn't this daughter's family going to marry sooner or later? Then Liao Gongyuan has some status, so it can't be said to be humiliating..."

  As everyone was talking, they changed the topic.

  Women from aristocratic families, although they sound noble, in fact, many of them are sold as goods, it just depends on whether the goods given by the owner are worth the price.

In the eyes of most of the Li family, if Ba Niuli is really as powerful as the news from the big house, then it is not wrong to be a little reserved, and finally make some gestures to choose a prostitute daughter to marry into the Liao family. Can.

   After all, Liao Li is also considered a character, with the title of Captain Changshui on him! Marrying with the Liao family, Liufang can gain momentum no matter what. More importantly, judging from what the Zhuge villager did in the past, it is almost impossible for the aristocratic family to go to Hanzhong to cultivate fields safely. Liufang and Liao Hanyuan are related by marriage, so they can use his identity to cultivate in Hanzhong without any scruples.

   It doesn’t need to be like other houses. It is estimated that some serfs will have to be released. Using the name of those people to reclaim wasteland will definitely be timid, and it is not as convenient as it is at home. Thinking about it this way, it's not all bad.

  The sum of all the above is the price of the prostitute daughter proposed by the Liao family.

  Thinking of this, everyone's voices became lower and lower, and they couldn't help but look at Li Taigong who was on the main seat.

  Finally, the white-haired old man spoke: "Patriarch, can this be confirmed?"

Taigong Li's expression was a little complicated, his eyes were a little wandering, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally nodded: "It shouldn't be wrong. A few days ago, the steward of the house heard from the steward of the Feng family next door. The family is going to Hanzhong. According to Liao Gongyuan, Ba Niuli still has some relationship with Feng Dazi."

  When everyone heard this, their expressions became a little complicated.

  When Feng Duzi first moved here, he was still a small village with 500 mu. If it is said that Zhuangzi was not rewarded by Liu Bei, it makes people feel a little scruples, I am afraid that my family would have swallowed up that Feng epilepsy before he woke up.

Later, the housekeeper found his family and said that he wanted to replace the land, thinking that after the limelight passed, the village would fall into his family's hands sooner or later, so he happily exchanged the 100 mu of land in Xiali Village from his family. .

   Unexpectedly, it has only been a few months, and the small villager not only still has the surname Feng, but even bought hundreds of acres of land from his own village. Now let alone take that Zhuangzi over, I dare not even think about it.

   "Mom, I'm back."

In the evening, Gouzi took the first place as a rule when he was endorsing books in the open space above the village. He bounced back to the small thatched hut where he and his mother were. : "Mum, are you starting a fire? Didn't the child say that the host will reward you today? Look, this is a steamed bun."

   As he spoke, Gouzi took out two steamed buns from his arms and handed them over.

  Aunt Gouzi raised her head and looked at her son with eyes filled with relief: "My son is back? You take it into the house first, and I will cook it for you. I will give you something delicious."

   "What did Grandma cook?"

  Gouzi obediently took the steamed bun back into the room, then came out and asked again.

"It's chickens. The housekeeper said, because the owner used the land rented by our family to plant next year's grain, and our family has made a contribution to Zhuangzi, so this month, the chickens produced by our hens can be kept. Eat for yourself. No, today is the first one, and I will give you some strength later, and going to the Lord’s house every day, you have to work and study, it’s too hard.”

  Aunt Gouzi said happily with her face flushed.

Because Gouzi studied well and was very popular with the host family, when Gouzi's family was picking up chickens, the housekeeper gave an extra half-sized pullet, which had already started laying eggs a month ago, but All the eggs are handed over to the owner.

  Most of the ancients valued credit, and the farmers were grateful to Feng Yong, the master, so the housekeeper didn't need to urge, and the mother of the dog took the initiative to hand over the eggs laid.

   Gouzi sat at the door of the thatched hut, put his hands on his cheeks, and said, "Mum, I can often eat chicken at the master's house, you should eat it."

   "Nonsense! This chicken, even the nobles dare not say that they can be eaten often, even if you coax me, you can't coax me like this."

  Gouzi’s mother glared at Gouzi.

  Gouzi didn't refute, but his eyes were a little erratic, as if he had something on his mind.

  Gou Zi's mother didn't pay attention, and squatted down to blow on the fire again.

   "Mom, I want to tell you something."

   "What is it?"

   "The master's family is going to Hanzhong in a while."

  Aunt Gouzi nodded when she heard this, and said, "I heard this from the housekeeper two days ago. I heard that he made a great contribution, so the emperor asked him to manage Hanzhong."

   "It's not in charge of Hanzhong, but in charge of farming in Hanzhong. Someone else is in charge of Hanzhong."

"Oh, you son, after studying for a few days, you still tell me the truth? Didn't the emperor say it all? Farming is the biggest serious thing in the world, and the master can take care of the biggest serious thing in Hanzhong. What's the difference between Guan Hanzhong?"

  Gouzi:…

Aunt Gouzi thought of something when she said this, she turned around and asked, "I remember now that you said that. The master is gone. Doesn't it mean that no one teaches you to read? What's the matter?" good?"

  (end of this chapter)