Farmer of Shu Han

"How does this happen?" Mrs. Zhang Xiahou objected as expected, "Although I have never seen any cattle and sheep pastures, just by the name, I know that they raise cattle and sheep, and their output will not be small. Four At such a young age, Niang has never done anything to Feng Langjun, so getting such a big benefit for no reason is to provoke gossip?"

"What can I gossip about?" Guan Ji smiled indifferently, and pointed to herself, "Not only Si Niang, but also my niece. There is also the daughter of the Huang family, General Ma of Yang'an Pass, the prime minister's family is far away in Hanzhong. Elder brother, Erlang of the Zhao family, all have a share."

"Imitate the old things?" Zhang Xiahou frowned, but felt that something was different.

"Auntie can look at it this way, but it's different." Guan Ji explained, "However, the share of the ranch is only counted on the person's head, not the clan."

"Why is that?" Zhang Xiahou felt that she had seen the world before. The biggest traitor of the big man can be regarded as her clan brother, and the current emperor of the big man can be regarded as her nephew and son-in-law. What monsters and ghosts have you never seen?

But now, she suddenly realized that she had never seen Feng Langjun acting so weirdly.

This matter, not to mention Guan Ji, even the old demon Zhuge only temporarily thought of a part of it. As for the deeper reasons, I never thought about it.

Only people like Li Yi who have a dark mind and always think about Feng Yong's behavior can guess so little.

"How does my niece know?" Guan Ji shook her head, and then moved the contract on the case table forward, "Every family counts as a family, and someone will get a share. Auntie, really don't think about it for Siniang?"

Holding the woolen sweater in his arms, Zhang Xing looked at his mother, and then at Guan Ji. Naturally, his little head couldn't figure out why Feng Langjun wanted to give her something, but his mother didn't want it.

"Sister, what is the use of this contract?"

Zhang Xing asked crisply.

"Naturally, it is useful. For example, if the pasture has production in the future, you can get a lot of expenses."

Zhang Xing's eyes brightened: "Is it more than what my mother gives every month?"

Guan Ji held back her smile and looked at Zhang Xiahou, who turned her head away in embarrassment.

"This big man, in terms of earning expenses, there are really not many people who can compare with Feng Langjun." Guan Ji said vaguely, "Feng Langjun's expenses for Si Niang are naturally quite a lot."

Isn't it? A well-known money-making expert!

Zhang Xiahou muttered inwardly, now the family has a lot of money, what is it relying on? It was not because of Feng Langjun's affection for bestowing the secret technique.

Besides, the Ba Niuli, which is now in the limelight in Jincheng, is rumored to be made by His Majesty's supervisor Zhuye, and everyone says it is His Majesty's kindness. But Zhang Xiahou, who is an insider, knew that it was also a gift from Feng Langjun to the big man.

The things that Feng Langjun gave to others have never been stingy, and in the eyes of the world, they are all big gains.

Even someone like the prime minister was unwilling to let go of the money he got from selling eight ox plows.

Thinking of this, I felt a sudden shock in my heart. Could this so-called cattle and sheep pasture also have such benefits?

Looking at his fourth wife, and then at Guan Ji, Zhang Xiahou's heart was full of unknown thoughts.

It would be fine if Feng Langjun didn't give it to Siniang for the share of the ranch, but now that it has been delivered to her door, Guan Ji got a share, even if she thinks it is inappropriate to accept it, but for Siniang's sake, she can't push it out. Otherwise, wouldn't Siniang be at a disadvantage in front of Guan Ji in the future?

"What are you doing brother?"

After Zhao Guang came back to the camp from Nanzheng City, he asked Ah Mei, who was squatting on the door of the house, scribbling and muttering to himself. After learning that Feng Yong was in the house, he went in and saw his elder brother writing with a pen. What is it, can't help but ask curiously.

"Ah, oh, goose, yi, crow, fish..." Feng Yong raised his head and glanced at Zhao Guang, a few strange voices suddenly came out of his mouth that had been chanting.

"Ah? What? What is brother talking about?" Zhao Guang was taken aback.

"Ah, Erlang is back?" Feng Yong stammered before returning to normal, "Hanyu Pinyin, you don't understand. How are things going?"

"Oh, I got it clear. My sister said that a few days ago, the spies suddenly sent news that the Di people in the north and west seemed to be uneasy. General Wei planned to go and see for himself, so he didn't have time to pay attention to me."

Zhao Guang was talking, but his eyes were curiously looking at what Feng Yong wrote. He saw that the words on it were the unique symbols of his elder brother's sect. He had seen his elder brother use them to mark words, but he didn't know What exactly does it mean, my brother has never told others what it means.

"I see."

Feng Yong nodded, not surprised.

Ma Dai had also sent news before, and he wanted to use this excuse to gain a group of people, but Feng Yong dissuaded him, and it was too early to startle the snake, which was not conducive to subsequent actions.

In addition, knowing that the Qiang people under him were also cornered by the Di people from the north, they took refuge in themselves.

The combination of information from several parties can be matched.

"Is there a lot of noise over there?"

Feng Yong pondered for a moment and asked.

"I heard that there is quite a lot of momentum, but my sister said that this is also a common practice, and I will come here every year before winter to make a scene."

"Fighting Grass Valley." Feng Yong smiled, and then cursed again: "It's all the fault of the ball that my own people are used to! The wild dogs outside are used to eating human flesh, and they will become addicted, let alone wolves?"

"What is Dacaogu?" Zhao Guang couldn't understand what Feng Yong said, let alone what he suddenly scolded.

"You don't need to know."

Feng Yong waved his hand, what do you say about this kind of thing? Nowadays, everyone thinks that the barbarian is just a dog held by him. Those who watch the door put them at the door, and those who help bite people let them out and bark twice. How can it be believed that dogs can also change Become a wolf?

Zhao Guang heard the words, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. Anyway, after following his brother these days, he finally figured it out.

There must be rules for elder brother to do things. If he can't understand it, it's because he is too stupid to figure it out for a while, so he just needs to follow along.

As for often saying something that people don't understand, that's more common.

Looking at the case table, there are ghost symbols written on it that I haven't understood for several months.

"Have you inquired? The Di people are making such a fuss, is General Wei going to take action?"

Zhao Guang scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "It's not very clear."

Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang, thinking that in future generations, this frankly is a low-level employee who only deserves a guaranteed salary.

If Li Yi was replaced, he would have captured as many Di people as possible prisoners—that is, senior employees.

"Brother, why do you ask this?" Zhao Guang was still rambling in his ear, "Even if General Wei made a move, it doesn't have much to do with us, does it?"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Feng Yong said impatiently, "The Qiang people can herd cattle and sheep, but the Di people can't? They both have one mouth and two eyes."

Zhao Guang finally understood now, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Believe me, 10,000 words a day is really the limit. I sat in front of the computer for eighteen hours and only slept six hours. I... I... can I go to sleep for a while?