MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 70 Is it similar to the Zheng family style?

  Chapter 70 Is it similar to the Zheng family?

   This rule was not set by Feng Yong, but by the tacit understanding of everyone in the village, consciously or unconsciously. The Liao people also know that they are outsiders, and they themselves have a sense of inferiority towards the Han people, so they silently abide by this rule, and naturally dare not go beyond it.

  A society with fixed classes is never a dynamic society, and a society with blocked upward channels is a society that will have problems sooner or later.

  It is also universal to make this principle smaller and put it on a small Zhuangzi. So although Feng Yong didn't intend to challenge the custom, he secretly mixed some of his own private goods into it. For example, on the pretext that there are too few people in the mansion, the housekeeper is asked to pick one of the Liao people to work in the mansion. Such a statement will at least give the Liao people a little bit of hope: this master should not treat the Liao people as human beings like other Han people. And maybe, what if he is the next lucky one?

   A bowl of poisonous chicken soup was brought over by Feng Yong from later generations, and poured into these bureaucrats.

  Yaomei, as Feng Yong's personal maid, usually follows the lord and serves at any time. It's just that the housekeeper went to the city today, and as the third person in the mansion, she had to stay in the mansion. Looking at the sun outside, he was thinking about whether he had finished drinking the tea on the slope, and whether he should send some more to the lord, but at this time Huang Yueying had already arrived at Feng's residence.

   Fortunately, she also met Huang Yueying a few times. Although she didn't know her identity, she knew that she was a nobleman in the city, so she immediately told her master to take the people from the village uphill to open up wasteland today. Huang Yueying changed her mind on the spot and asked Yaomei to lead the way and rush to the hillside behind the village.

  Haven’t gone yet, I saw a group of people working in full swing on the **** from a distance, and the sound of reading books was even more clear to my ears.

  Huang Yueying was taken aback for a moment, and thought to herself, who actually opened a school here in the countryside?

   When I got closer, I realized that it was actually a group of children lined up on the **** who were reciting. Standing in front of those children, walking around with hands behind their backs, who wasn't Feng Yong?

  Although Zhao Guang also told her about Feng Yong teaching children in the village to read, in her mind, enlightening the children was not an easy task, let alone enlightening the children in the village? It is estimated that it is just to teach a few words in leisure time. I didn't expect to see it today, but it was beyond my expectation.

The scorching sun shone on a group of village children who were in the army and recited the enlightenment text together. From a distance, it seemed that there were colorful lights. Even if he was holding an oil umbrella, he would feel dizzy Dazzling.

  This **** boy, how many things are still in his stomach that haven't shaken out?

   "What article are you reading over there? Have you never heard of it?" Huang Yueying stopped and listened quietly for a while before asking.

She originally meant to ask Zhao Guang, but Yaomei, who was leading the way, thought she was asking her, so she stopped and turned her head to salute: "Return to Madam, that is the thousand-character script that the Lord made up for the enlightenment of the children in the village." arts."

"That's a thousand-character prose?" Huang Yueying listened for a while, and praised, "It's as plain as words, easy to recite and easy to remember, and it's really a masterpiece of enlightenment." After speaking, she glanced at Yaomei again and asked, " You also know this article?"

  Yaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "Mrs. Hui, when my lord compiled this article, the servant girl was still watching. Speaking of which, the slave girl was the first to learn the thousand-character prose in this village."

   "You have also learned this article?" Huang Yueying felt a little unbelievable, "Then you can also recite what those children recited above?"

Yaomei nodded, a little embarrassed: "Listen to the master, this thousand-character essay is just like its name, with a total of one thousand characters, and the characters are different. It is divided into four sections, one is about heaven and earth, the second is about personnel, and the third is about world. , four lectures on the pastoral, the end is exquisite. It's just that the slaves are clumsy and don't learn very well. After studying for a long time, they only learned half of it. For this matter, the lord scolded the slaves several times, saying that the slaves are not suitable for studying. .”

Seeing that a servant girl in Feng's mansion could say such words, Huang Yueying, who had always felt that she knew Feng Yong to a certain extent, looked at the figure walking up and down the **** without a proper posture. , suddenly felt so strange.

"I heard in the past that there are maidservants in Zheng Gong's house, and they are also elegant. I never expected to see such a strange thing in Fengzhuang today." Guan Ji, who had always seldom opened her mouth, suddenly spoke, her eyes straightened. Looking up at the slope, I don't know what I'm thinking.

   She has seen how Feng Yong taught those children in the open space of Fengzhuang several times. It's just that Feng Tubie's rural education business had just started at that time, Feng Yong only taught a few words each time, and the children could only memorize the first few sentences of the Thousand Characters Classic, so it seemed that they were far less neat than they are now. Qi recited the long article aloud, which was shocking.

  In the past, all the servants and servants in Zheng Xuan's family knew "Mao Poetry". A servant girl jokingly said: "Hu is in the mud?" The servant girl responded, "If you talk lightly, you will be angry."

  The conversations between the two servant girls are all from the "Book of Songs", so elegant. Zheng Xuan is good at teaching, which is well known to the world.

   What Guan Ji said was such a story.

   "The book of enlightenment is not comparable to Mao's poems."

  Huang Yueying didn't agree with this, she turned her head and gave Zhao Guang a hard look. This is also a foolish boy, such an important matter, he just mentioned it to her, and didn't even tell her the outline.

  Zhao Guang was stared at inexplicably, very confused—this is me, what did I do wrong?

  The sun was getting darker, and Feng Yonglai turned around on the **** a few times, but he felt a little unbearable, and he couldn't help but sigh that he had lost his true qualities of a farmer after all. Think about the previous life, when I was a child, I was under the sun, enduring the sweltering heat, working in the fields with adults, working in the high temperature for a whole day, and there was no discomfort, but now, I have already lost the spirit of despising the sun father-in-law.

  A Mei, a girl from Liao who was pulled out as a temporary maid, handed over a bowl of tea with a wink. Feng Yong looked at the dark-skinned girl with admiration, took the bowl and drank it down.

   "My lord, Miss Yaomei has brought someone over."

  A Mei, a Liao girl, is seventeen years old this year. She speaks Chinese fluently. I heard that her A Weng is a Han. He taught Ah Mei to speak Chinese since she was a child, but she died of illness when she was twelve. Ah Mui's mother dragged her to the age of fifteen alone, and she passed away two years ago. Of course, these were all the butler told Feng Yong after inquiring about them.

   I have to say that Feng Yong has such a housekeeper, which really saves a lot of worry. As long as it is the people and things in the village, he will try his best to control them in his hands, so as not to let accidents disturb Feng Zhuang's peace.

  Hearing Amei's words, Feng Yong turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw Yaomei leading Huang Yueying coming down the hillside. As for why Feng Yong knew it was Huang Yueying at a glance? Just look at the iceberg beauty next to the guy holding the umbrella.

   Alas, love at first sight!

   Will be updated later on weekends.

  (end of this chapter)