Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 287 Dragon Boat Festival Holiday

There are no salty rice dumplings, let alone sweet rice dumplings, only white rice dumplings.

Unappetizing.

Feng Yong ate two mouthfuls and wanted to stop, but he looked at A Mei who was standing beside her waiting to be served, and then at Guan Ji who was covering her face with her sleeves and eating.

"This zongzi... was it made by you and Sanniang together?"

Feng Yong asked Amei.

"Yes, my lord. Mrs. Guan picked the wild rice leaves herself."

Guan Ji heard this and raised her head to look at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong immediately stuffed the remaining rice dumplings into his mouth, nodded and said, "Yes, it's delicious."

After eating one, everyone is eating the second and third dumplings, especially Zhao Guang, there are no more on the table.

Feng Yong took a sip of the millet porridge, and wanted to eat another one, but he couldn't eat any more.

Feng Yong was a little disappointed when he ate Zongzi from this era for the first time.

When he returned to his study and sat down, he was about to open the bamboo slips when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Amei pushed open the door and came in with a pot of water and a bowl.

When Feng Yong was in the study, he always put some water in the study to drink when he was thirsty. This was his habit.

"What's the matter? Why don't you come and sit down?"

After a while, Feng Yong realized that this girl seemed to be a little abnormal.

When he is free, he sometimes revises the Three Kingdoms version of "Xinhua Dictionary" he created in his study.

At this time, he needed Amei to help him.

No way, this work is too cumbersome.

He has been working on it for almost a year, and he has only done half of it at most.

This is still on the basis of copying the interpretation of "Shuowen Jiezi".

Ah Mui has learned pinyin, so it happened to let her learn while helping out.

Feng Yong raised his head, only to see Amei hastily lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.

"My lord... is it because today's breakfast is not delicious?"

Amei summoned up her courage and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Feng Yong thought for a while, although he was a little disappointed with the zongzi of this era, but others can't even eat enough, how could he be the kind of person who "why not eat chyme"?
Besides, Amei can still make aixiang corner millet that is different from others, which is already very hard work.

"My lord is not like this on weekdays."

Amei bit her lip, "The servant girl has served the lord for so long, and she knows the lord's temperament. If the breakfast today is delicious, I won't eat so little."

This girl, can't you put this carefulness in your studies?

Feng Yong clicked his tongue and said, "My lord, I don't have a good appetite today, can I? Besides, didn't I eat a bowl of porridge? It's useless to think less about these things. It's better than anything else if you put all your thoughts on studying." .”

"But the servant girl wants to read, just to understand what is written in the book left by the adults. Now the servant girl already knows that it is a medical book."

Ah Mei said again in a low voice, "Steward Zhao also said that the servant girl must serve the lord well."

"Don't!"

When Feng Tubie heard Amei's words, he almost jumped up. My mother's younger sister has already disappointed me. If you also lose the motivation to study, then I really don't have time to cry.

"For me, only the maid who can read the most is a good maid. If you want to serve me well, you can't do without reading, understand?"

Such a genius is still a genius that can be completely controlled in his own hands. If it is just wasted like this, will I still have the face of a time traveler?

"Sit down! There's so much work to do."

Feng Yong really couldn't see this girl's appearance, and immediately shouted, "I can't see the lord all day long, am I so busy? Knowing that I am a maidservant, I don't want to find a way to share it. What about you, why are you so stunned?" ?”

Amei flinched from being scolded, and was about to walk up, when there was another knock on the door.

"Who?"

Feng Yong asked angrily.

"Brother, it's my younger sister."

Guan Ji's cold voice sounded outside the door.

"Ouch," as soon as Feng Tubie heard Guan Ji's voice, before Amei could react, he quickly got up and went to open the door.

"San Niang is here, sit down quickly, and take advantage of the free time these days to catch up with this "Xinhua Dictionary."

Amei can read and write, but she hasn't learned to write for a long time.

As for Feng Tubie, not to mention, he can't even write pen characters well, let alone brush characters.

Although I have practiced hard for the past year, I can barely read the characters, fonts, fonts, and so on.

So at this time, Guan Ji, who can not only carve bamboo slips, but also draw calligraphy with silver hooks with one hand, is very important.

Guan Ji didn't sit down, instead she glanced at Amei who lowered her head, and smiled, "Brother, are you teaching Amei a lesson again?"

"Who told her to be so stupid?"

Feng Yong didn't give Amei a good face.

He did it on purpose.

As long as it is in studies, Feng Yong rarely praises her.

Anyway, it's stupid.

Since you are stupid, you should study harder, right?

"Today is the fifth day," Guan Ji said, "The wormwood and calamus have not been hung yet, why don't you take a day off, brother?"

Huh?Yup.

Dragon Boat Festival, why not have a holiday?

When encountering holidays in the previous life, in addition to working overtime, I still worked overtime, all kinds of overtime.

Either in the company, or in bed, where is there a holiday?
After traveling here, why do I have to work overtime?
I'm used to it, I'm used to being oppressed, I can't blame me for this, if I want to blame it, I can blame the evil overtime system of later generations.

"Okay, vacation!"

Feng Yong waved his hand, "Everyone has three days off. The students in the school don't come for these three days, let them play for three days."

"Ah? Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Guan Ji didn't expect Feng Yong to think that one thing is one thing, so she said quickly, "Everyone? The weaving workshop..."

Whoops!

Feng Tubie was talking fast for a while, and then he remembered that he was already a boss, and he gave his employees a holiday. How much loss did they get that day?

Thinking of this, he began to feel distressed again.

"That day, give it to everyone in those textile workshops, not counting those barbarian prisoners of war..."

Feng Yong thought for a while, then shook his head, and said, "Ask the female workers, who can make horn millet, pick them out, and let them make more horn millet. Today, the Hu prisoners of war will be given an extra horn millet."

To cultivate a sense of cultural identity, we must start from the little things.

"The people who come to make horn millet today will be paid two days' wages per person."

Well, double the salary for working overtime on holidays is already pretty good.

It's not like I work overtime in later generations, and I have never seen anyone give me an increase in wages, so I am a landlord and bourgeoisie with a conscience.

"That would cost a lot of millet."

Guan Ji hesitated.

Because she has not been able to find a good professional manager of the textile workshop, Guan Ji is still serving as the factory manager.

At this time, she looked like a careful housekeeper, but it was much more real than the previous appearance of not eating fireworks.

(End of this chapter)