Guan Ji came back soon. Huang Yueying looked up at the sun, then looked at Zhang Xing, and then Feng Yong. Her eyes flashed. She didn't know what she thought of, and said to Feng Yong: "The sun is too big. You are here to help me watch Si Niang. Don't let her run around and bask in the sun. I'll ask them to measure the land." After that, she squatted down and said to Zhang Xing, "Si Niang, stay here with Feng Langjun, do you know?" After that, she called Zhao Guang and Guan Ji to leave in a blink of an eye. It seemed that she was going to go down to measure the land in person.

At this time, food is the first priority. Even the emperor is about to dismiss the court. Officials at all levels have gone out of the government office to supervise the autumn harvest. Therefore, it is definitely not a shameful thing to go to the land as the Prime Minister's wife, but rather a commendable thing. Especially the open style of the Han and Tang dynasties, and it is normal for women to show up in public. Unlike some self-castrated dynasties in later generations, men can no longer do it, and they suppress women to a deformity.

The more confident the dynasty, the more free the woman is.

When Huang Yueying was released in later generations, she would definitely be the kind of strong woman who could be a good place to go to the hall, a kitchen, and a president outside. It was simply perfect.

This old Zhuge demon is worth this life!

Feng Yong was very envious and jealous.

Finally, Feng Yong pulled Zhang Xing to his side and carefully looked at the girl in front of him. He thought to himself that Zhang Fei was a black-faced man? How could he give birth to such a beautiful daughter? Is it right for someone in later generations to say that Zhang Fei is actually a white-faced scholar? I wanted to ask Zhang Xing what her father looked like, but when he thought that this might cause the little girl's sadness, he should forget it.

"When I was sleeping just now, were you using something to itch?" Feng Yong pulled the dog tail grass casually and turned around in front of the girl's eyes.

Xiao Zhang Xing's big eyes rolled and said with a crisp voice: "I didn't wake up Feng Langjun."

"Oh? Who made me scream?" Feng Yong remembered the fact that his ear was twisted in his sleep just now, and thought to himself, someone really twisted my ear?

"Can't say it." Zhang Xing laughed and clapped his hands, "It's not me anyway."

whispering sound!

Feng Yong pulled a few more dog tail grass, folded it a few times, and a puppy appeared in his hand, shook it, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were bright, and his eyes turned left and right as the grass dog moved, and he nodded repeatedly: "Do you want to give it to me?"

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but you want to tell me what happened just now. Did someone twist my ear while I was sleeping?" Feng Yong said seducingly with the expression of being a good uncle on his face.

"yes……"

Zhang Xing had just said a word and stopped immediately. He looked at the grass dog reluctantly, as if he had made a great decision, and turned his head, "I can't say it. This weedy dog ​​is not good-looking, I don't want it."

Feng Yong said "tsk" again, thinking to himself that I can't deal with you, a little girl?

Thinking of this, I got up and broke a thin willow branch, twisted it left and right, pulled off the middle branch, leaving only the bark, then pinched it into a piece of finger-long, pinched it flat, put it in my mouth and blew it, and the whistle sounded.

He nodded with satisfaction, it seemed that his skills had not been lost when he was a child. He squatted down again, shook the willow branch whistle, and tempted: "Do you want it?"

Zhang Xing's eyes were full of desire, and he nodded vigorously: "I want to."

Feng Yong reached out and handed over: "For you."

Zhang Xing's eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons, took them over and blew them happily, turned his head and said, "I thanked Mr. Zhang!"

The "concubine" sounded so hard that Feng Yong felt itchy and asked, "Then can you tell me if someone has twisted my ear?"

Zhang Xing blew hard a few more times before he reluctantly returned the whistle to Feng Yong, shook his head and said, "No."

Damn it! I feel like my IQ has been crushed by a little girl!

Feng Yong looked at the whistle, and there was a layer of shiny water on it, and he smashed his mouth: "Forget it, let it go, I don't want it."

"Then I can't say it." Zhang Xing immediately took back the whistle and looked at Feng Yong vigilantly.

"Don't want you to say it."

Feng Yong thought to himself that this is really Zhang Fei's species? What about the reckless man who was promised? Or is it because the Xiahou family's genes are good?

"Do you really want me to say it?"

"I really don't want it."

"Can Langjun Feng give me the dog woven weave?"

"Didn't you say it's ugly, did you? I've thrown it away."

"Can you make another one? Make one look good."

Two voices, one big and one small, sounded under the willow tree.

...

Huang Yueying came back after work and saw that Feng Yong and Zhang Xing were sitting side by side by the river, and the two were singing strange and unknown slang: "...Big brother, okay, let's go catch loach..."

"Feng Langjun, what does Big Brother mean?"

"That's what the Hu people in the west call, which means brother."

"What about the loach? What is it?"

"It's that pine, growing in the mud."

"Is it fun to catch a snail?"

"It's fun, just like catching fish. But it's much harder than catching fish, because chubs are hidden in the mud, and you have to dig the mud open to find it."

"Can you take me to catch the snail?"

"Aren't you afraid of dirt? That's all mud."

"Not afraid. When it rained last year, I secretly pinched the house with mud, but later I was beaten by my mother. Now my mother wants me to read and practice martial arts every day, and I have to be a girl at night, so I can't play anymore." Zhang Xing held up his cheek with both hands and looked at the distance. The little man would even miss it. "Only after a few days, I can go to my uncle's place to take a look."

Poor children, it seems that parents in the world are the same, and have never changed for thousands of years.

Feng Yong was about to reach out to touch Zhang Xing's little head, but a cough suddenly sounded behind him, which was so shocked that he immediately shrank back and turned to look. It turned out that Huang Yueying was already standing behind the two of them.

Feng Yong's old face turned red with a rare moment. He stood up and greeted Huang Yueying: "Madam, is this done?"

Huang Yueying looked as usual, as if she hadn't noticed Feng Tubi's vulgarity just now, and nodded: "It's over, and after the millet is harvested and dried, don't forget to weigh it all."

"Madam, please rest assured, this will definitely not be forgotten." Feng Yong patted his chest to make a promise. Seeing that Huang Yueying didn't say anything else, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was wondering: It's not right, why did I suddenly feel guilty just now?

Fengzhuang's grain this year must have a bumper harvest. The only thing that makes people worry is how much more food can they get? Especially the piece of grassland that the master ordered in person actually looked better than the grassland. The master learned the art of immortals from his master, and this news was widely circulated in the Zhuanghu. So at the beginning of the year, the people in Xiali Village said that the master had hysteria and ran into the mountains. In fact, they were learning magic of immortals. The ridiculous people in Xiali Village were filled with chicken shit and were talking nonsense.
Chapter completed!