Farmer of Shu Han

These days, anyone who can have a cow at home can be regarded as a village tyrant at least.

As for people like Feng Tubie, who have two cows at home, they can start a farm by themselves. If there is a way to get more land, it will be easy for a hundred people to follow behind to eat.

According to the routine of ordinary people, Feng Tubie at that time should have been working hard, thinking of land reclamation, business, or mergers, always thinking of expanding his own village and becoming a rich landlord.

At the same time, marry a wife, who is more energetic, and get a few housekeepers, and have a few children, and this is how a lifetime will pass.

With a little luck, maybe after two or three generations, there will be the embryonic form of a small family.

If you are unlucky and encounter a prodigal son, or natural disasters and man-made disasters, it will be considered a bad luck. It is very normal to become the head of Guizhou again, and then disappear quietly.

The key point is that Feng Tubie's unconventional playing of cards not only confuses those aristocratic families, but even the prime minister of the big man can't figure out what he is thinking.

Don't talk about anything else, just talk about money.

As if he was afraid that others would not know that he would make money, he was very talkative, as long as he thought of a way, he would desperately spread his wealth, insisting on pulling others to get rich together.

In the eyes of others, he didn't care about the craftsmanship that could not be revealed even if he lost his life.

Now, some people may think that they have finally understood Feng Tubie's thinking.

Because this crude and simple method is also extremely effective.

In a short period of time, a large interest group quickly gathered around Feng Tubie.

Visible and intangible, if someone wants to make a fool of Feng Tubie, before he does it himself, someone will definitely stand up and block him.

Even as long as the soil turtle doesn't commit suicide, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty will try his best to keep him—at least, no one will be allowed to touch him until he is completely sure to control the wool spinning.

So to put it another way, if there are cattle at home and people who come to Hanzhong to reclaim wasteland, it must not be Guishou, and there are even very few ordinary self-cultivating farmers.

Or the family is in decline, and they have to find ways to make ends meet, so as not to fall into the ranks of the heads of Guizhou.

Either it is a small family or a branch of the family, which distributes a little money and food to the concubine, and then drives them to Hanzhong to open up new places. If it is done well, it will be regarded as another place where it will blossom and bear fruit; if it is not done well, it will not feel bad, anyway, bastards have no human rights.

In Feng Yong's view, the family in front of him is more like the former.

The stubborn boy's strange way of digging the ground shows that he has never done farm work before, and looking at the other side of the field, there are two servants working, which shows that his family was originally from a good background.

If there is no accumulation of years, where can such a loyal servant come from?

The most important thing is that the girl who continued her Huatou, although she was dressed in plain clothes, she still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Although the body is wrapped in coarse clothes, it is short and fit, the shoulders are shaved, and the waist is as plain as usual.

People are not coquettish, but they are naturally charming, that's all.

If he had changed into good clothes, not to mention the head of the village, even a small family might not be able to cultivate such a girl with good looks and high temperament.

So there is a reason for Feng Tubie to squat on other people's fields and watch them cultivate.

"You can't afford to be called a nobleman," Feng Yong saw that the girl behaved well, and quickly returned a salute, "Just call me Feng Yong, haven't you asked the lady's name?"

"My concubine's name is low, and it's worth noting to mention it to Feng Langjun's ears. This time I came to Hanzhong with my younger brother to cultivate land, just to make ends meet."

But the girl didn't tell her background, she just pointed at the kid who looked at him coldly, she gave another blessing, turned around, and bent down to help clean up the weeds in the ground, regardless of the dirt and small stones.

Looking at those green and tender hands being used for this kind of work, Feng Tubie felt that it was a waste of money.

Immediately he sighed, and said to the girl's younger brother: "My lord, your method of turning the ground is really a waste of time."

Saying that, he took off his boots, lifted up his robe, walked to Mr. Li's family, and said, "Let me show you a demonstration."

The stubborn boy stood still and said coldly: "You don't need to be so kind."

"Brother, don't be rude."

Sure enough, the girl said later, "This plow was made by Feng Langjun to benefit the people of the great man. Is there anyone in the world who knows how to use it better than Feng Langjun?"

As he spoke, he nodded to Feng Yong, "It's really an honor to have Feng Langjun personally give advice."

Feng Yong asked in surprise: "This lady knows me?"

"This kind of plow is specially made for families with some acres of land. As long as this kind of plow is used, who doesn't think of Feng Langjun?"

What the girl said was so pleasant to my ears that Feng Tubie couldn't help feeling a little elated.

He glanced thoughtfully at the girl, then at the young gentleman, and saw that he had obediently let go of the plow handle.

He was not polite at the moment, he held the plow handle and yelled, ordering the ox to move forward slowly.

When he was in Jincheng, Feng Tubie did a lot of experimenting in order to make a plow. Naturally, this Quyuanli is also used as a reference, so I have used it a few times, so it is not too unfamiliar.

But after all, he is not a person who has been in the field all year round. He didn't grasp it at the beginning. Although the furrow dug out was straighter than that of the boy, it was not straight and beautiful.

At that moment, the young man crossed his arms and sneered. Although he didn't say anything, he could see that he was very disdainful.

Obviously, he regarded Feng Tubie as a womanizer who came to curry favor with his sister.

Feng Tubie reached the edge of the field, looked back, and coughed dryly in embarrassment: "This plow has not been adjusted properly, and it has been plowed deeply. Let me adjust the depth first."

The girl nodded with a smile, "What Feng Langjun said must make sense."

This girl is very nice.

Intellectual, polite, good-looking, and understanding.

Feng Tubie muttered, bent down to adjust it, turned his head again and turned a ditch, this time it was much straighter.

After flipping back and forth several times, Feng Yong let go of the plow handle and said, "Your plow is not good enough. It is too straight. It should be bent a little more so that the ox can save some effort. This is not an easy job for the ox. If you are exhausted, the land will not be easy to plow.”

"Also, this land is newly dug. Don't dig so deep in the first few times, choose to dig shallower. After cleaning, dig deeper, so that you can grow food better."

"Thank you Feng Langjun for your guidance." The girl gave another blessing.

"You're welcome. Speaking of which, I'm also a Diannong official in Hanzhong. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Feng Yong waved his hand grandly and said, "I live not far from there. If you need anything, just go to me and remember to report my name."

Chapter 2 may come later.