"This is too much!"
"This is really too much!"
As soon as Zhao Feng's subordinates approached the tent, they heard their general muttering something inside. Although the words were angry, there was no anger in his tone. He calmed down and was about to report it when Zhao Feng's dissatisfied voice came from inside the tent. . .
"Come in! Why are you standing outside in the cold?"
The trusted official lifted the curtain with amusement.
He jokingly said, "Just now I heard the general talking about 'going too far', but has Mr. Shen given you another problem?"
The cold wind was howling outside.
It was warm inside the tent.
Zhao Feng was even more carefree, with his shirt off - a brave warrior is just so willful, with first-rate resistance to cold - sitting on a makeshift spacious bed, with mist rising from the wooden tub for foot soaking, and a half-opened scroll of a book next to him.
When Zhao Feng saw him coming, he pointed to the mat on the side.
Said: "I have never made any trouble, but..."
Zhao Feng’s expression is hard to describe.
After all, he was one of the six brave generals under the command of his lord Wu Xian. He was a brave warrior who made a name for himself when he was young and was a good fighter. In order to repay Shen Tang for saving his life in the battle, he brought a thousand private followers with him to Heyin County.
"It may be a wrong decision for this general to come here to repay a favor!" He wrung out the hot cloth with both hands and complained while wiping his feet, "I only killed a few bandits at the beginning. These days, they are either demolishing houses or driving chariots to move wreckage. Now they are asking people to plow the fields! This is too much! This is really too much! I am also a dignified 12th-rank Zuo Geng..."
I have never suffered such injustice!
Trusted subordinate: “…”
He lowered his eyelids and took a look at the basin of water used by his general to wash his feet - the bottom of the water was turbid, full of mud and sand.
The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.
Although his general Zhao said he was very resistant, he was very cooperative in his actions. Zhao Feng noticed the gaze of his trusted subordinate, and his old face turned red. He said, "What are you looking at? Can your general refuse? Hateful! That uncle Gong didn't refuse at all! He doesn't have the pride that a brave warrior should have..."
Plowing the fields, isn’t that the job of oxen
The warriors are really being treated like slaves...
Zhao Feng muttered to himself.
The trusted subordinate shook his head helplessly. Gong Shuwu was loyal to Lord Shen, so he could not disobey Lord Shen's orders. His general was here to repay his gratitude and was a "distinguished guest". If the general refused firmly, Lord Shen would not force him to plow the land.
After all, the general is too easy to talk to.
The trusted subordinate was curious: "How many acres did the general plow?"
Zhao Feng answered subconsciously: "Not much, about fifty acres."
There was a hint of pride in his tone.
Of course!
He competed with Gong Shuwu.
In the end, he defeated Gong Shuwu and won the first place.
Upon hearing this, the trusted subordinate gasped.
Zhao Feng said quickly: "..."
However, his trusted subordinates did not notice the stiffness on his face - after all, there was nothing to be proud of when a tenth-rank Zuo Shuzhang competed with a twelfth-rank Zuo Geng in plowing the field.
What are you proud of
What can you do if you are proud of yourself, which is better than a plowing ox
Where does this put the dignity and faith of brave warriors!
The trusted subordinate was so shocked that he cried out: "About fifty acres?"
Zhao Feng said: "Yes."
This is only half a day's work.
Plowing a field requires a lot.
The depth cannot be less than ten inches, and the operation standard is "thorough, fine, and level", and there is also a straw crushing business. There are special people to clean up the weeds and branches on the field. In order to ensure the quality of plowing, he and Gong Shuwu also need to pay attention to the direction of the force, ensure good turning, straight plowing, and flat surface, and strive to not miss an inch of land...
The fields are neat and the ground is well plowed.
In order to achieve this, they practiced all kinds of skills in the fields, which was both physically and mentally tiring.
Zhao Feng has almost summed up a set of experience in farming.
He twisted the towel viciously.
I was so angry that my teeth were itching.
The trusted official said: "This, this is really shocking."
In his memory, it was usually the oxen that pulled the heavy straight-beam wooden plow, slowly swinging their tails, and helping farmers plow the land without hurrying. In addition, the straight-beam wooden plow was heavy and difficult to turn, so it was easy to imagine how low the efficiency of plowing the land was.
Not every household has a working ox.
It is usually shared by several households.
After plowing the land for a while, you need to rest for a few days.
During the peak farming season, even if the common people used human labor to carry the plow, they could not let the oxen work overtime, because their lives were more valuable than the common people. The farming efficiency was very low, and the common people would still go hungry after working for a whole year.
His own general had only been out for most of the day, and when he came back he told him that he had plowed more than 50 acres
Is it really about fifty acres, not about fifty points
He confirmed with Zhao Feng again and again.
Zhao Feng also answered affirmatively again and again with good temper.
Seeing the expression of his trusted subordinate, he guessed something and muttered, "Even if he has the ability, so what? To do this, he must be at least a tenth-rank Zuo Shuzhang. With a slightly lower strength, he can't do so much work..."
Even though the labor time was not long, it required a lot of work. In such a short time, his Danfu martial energy was exhausted twice. If Chu Yao had not helped him recover, he would not have come back on horseback today but on someone else's back.
Who could ask a tenth-rank Zuo Shuchang and a second-rank upper-level scholar to help cultivate fifty acres of land
That is to say, he came to repay his gratitude (to walk into a trap), Gong Shuwu could not refuse his lord, and Chu Wuhui let Shen Jun do whatever he wanted - only then there was a scene of two brave warriors plowing the land.
How much profit can fifty acres of land produce
The trusted subordinate didn't think so. He said, "Other warriors can't cultivate so much land in a short time like the general, but they can divide it into several days, or send more warriors, such as the lower-ranking officials and the second-rank senior officials..."
Zhao Feng sneered when he heard this.
He threw the wrung-out towel aside and stood up.
"It's not that simple. How many brave warriors practice to become superior? To find a decent job, without having to work hard? Who would be willing to devote their entire family to years of hard training, only to end up rolling in the mud?"
Zhao Feng saw this very clearly.
He was trying to repay a favor and couldn't refuse.
In addition, Shen Tang asked for his help instead of deliberately humiliating him, nor did he intend to let him work in the fields often.
Zhao Feng was willing to do it out of a "game" mentality, purely to compete with Gong Shuwu and pass the time.
What about other brave warriors
There are very few who are willing.
Lack of food
Just attack where there is food.
Robbing is more efficient than honest farming.
In the past, it was not that there had never been monarchs who had the crazy idea of letting Wudan warriors do this, but the result was either that the high-level Wudan warriors were alienated and rebelled, or that they were too diligent in farming and neglected cultivation, and were eventually destroyed by neighboring countries. In this world, strength is the root of everything!
Furthermore—
Due to the frequent natural and man-made disasters, it is extremely rare to have three years of good harvests in ten years, and the rest are mostly disaster years... The output of one acre of land is really too little, and that little value is not worthy of the "condescension" of a brave warrior.
Upon hearing this, the trusted officials said no more.
Zhao Feng asked again: "What are you doing here?"
Skip previous topic.
The trusted official then remembered what he was doing.
"I sent wine to the general."
Zhao Feng said: "Wine?"
Wine is brewed from grains.
That is a "luxury product". There is no place to buy it in such a poor place like Fugu City. Only Shen Jun has a lot of fine wine.
When Zhao Feng wanted to drink, he went to ask for it.
However, considering Mr. Shen's financial constraints, he also tried to control his drinking. If he counted carefully, he hadn't had a good drink for several days. The jars brought by his trusted subordinates were actually filled with wine? Then he would not be polite.
"Why does this wine look like Mr. Shen's?"
Zhao Feng found the problem as soon as he tasted it.
Alcohol is hard to come by, and good wine is even rarer.
Since he left his master Wu Xian, he had only tasted such excellent quality wine from Shen Jun. These wines were either the treasures of the wine cellars of several local snakes in Fu Gu or Shen Jun's.
I guess the latter is more likely.
Unexpectedly, the trusted subordinate answered no. He said, "No, I bought it at the Fugu Department Store with 'wine sticks'."
Zhao Feng was surprised: "Fugu Department Store?"
Just by understanding it literally, Zhao Feng knew what this was, but according to his understanding, there seemed to be no such place in Fugu City.
The trusted subordinate smiled and said, "After work these past two days, Mr. Shen settled a lot of strange bills. After I went to investigate, I gathered enough 'wine bills' with a group of brothers and went to Fugu Department Store to exchange for a few jars of fine wine for you."
Fu Gu Department Store was under the jurisdiction of the government office.
Although the shop is simple, it sells a lot of things.
Except for a few items, most of them are in limited supply every day, and can only be purchased with the "tickets" settled at the end of the day. Every day, there will be a sign in front of the store, saying that the products are discounted today, and the prices are very affordable.
Shen Tang was responsible for taking care of the meals for the one thousand people brought by Zhao Feng, and also gave them a certain amount of wages for their daily work.
The soldiers had no place to spend the money and had a lot of notes in their hands.
The trusted subordinate accidentally entered the makeshift "Fugu Department Store" and saw a lot of good things inside, especially the price of fine wine, which made him even more excited. He snatched it away in the past two days and shared it with a group of brothers. It was great!
There are two jars left to share with General Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng muttered, "It's quite novel."
It is indeed very novel.
No one was interested in Fu Gu's department store at first.
Even if someone came to exchange, they would only exchange for biscuits and take them home to eat with their family. Later, someone bravely went in and found that there were really a lot of items inside. The key point is that the price is 10% cheaper than other places, so even if you want to buy more, you can't buy more.
It is said that the interests of other merchants should not be affected.
Limited supply per day.
And you have to bring the corresponding "ticket" to exchange it.
Not only that, there are also "special offers" every day.
Someone counted on his fingers—
After doing the math, I was completely moved.
If you don’t buy it, you will lose money!
Especially for items like "cloth" and "salt", they were must-buys, and it was a good deal to buy them during the promotion. In addition, with the promotion of petty officials going from street to street and beating drums and gongs, other commodities gradually caught the attention of the common people, and the flow of customers in the shops increased visibly. Every day after work, common people holding various slips of paper came in to exchange for the items they needed...
There were even common people who used their own belongings to exchange with other workers for notes of equivalent value, so that each could get what they needed.
The most difficult item to buy in Fugu Department Store, or the one with the highest price, is the “house” at the top of the shelf!
There are too many "room rules" required!
But when it comes down to it, this is the most cost-effective.
The location is from the southwest corner to the northeast corner of Fugu City, and the area ranges from three people to three or five courtyards. They are displayed in the most conspicuous place in Fugu Department Store. Almost every customer who comes in through the door can see them...
"Three pancakes..."
"A piece of coarse cloth..."
"Any more salt?"
"Three ounces of oil."
"Where are the shoes? Are they sold out?"
Outside Fu Gu department store.
The common people who had just finished work had already lined up in long queues.
One exit, one entrance.
There were young and strong guards on both sides of the store who looked tough. Behind the counter was a burly middle-aged man. His hair was gray, but he looked in good spirits. Although he was dressed simply, he looked tougher than the two young men at the door. Zhao Feng was stunned when he saw this man.
He called out in astonishment, "Why is Mr. Yang here?"
Yes, the middle-aged man behind the counter is Captain Yang.
Although his injuries have been completely healed, his vitality has been severely damaged after all. Now he has no martial energy to protect his body. In addition, the weather is cold, so he gets sick every once in a while. Zhao Feng hasn't seen him for several days, and he didn't expect to see him here again.
Captain Yang raised his eyes with a calm expression.
Asked: "What do you want to buy?"
The next sentence is the answer to Zhao Feng’s question.
"Find something to do. You can't just be an idler."
Every time he was sick, he had to spend a lot of money on medicine.
He couldn't just rely on Shen Jun to take care of him, nor could he cause trouble to his former subordinates. Captain Yang felt that he was almost going crazy. He also heard that Shen Tang had opened a Fugu department store, so he volunteered to help, which made him feel better.
Captain Yang did not feel ashamed of himself.
When a man reaches this stage in his middle age, there is nothing he can't let go of. The work is not very busy, so it suits him.
When the weather gets a little warmer, I will help Shen Tang train the troops - he can no longer fight, but his training experience is still in his mind, so it is not completely useless - now I will do some work here first, so that I won’t have time to think about other things when I am idle.
Zhao Feng felt uncomfortable when he saw Captain Yang, who had a calm expression and a sense of returning to nature.
Although Captain Yang's courage was ruined, his martial spirit had increased a lot. If his foundation had not been destroyed, his strength would have improved greatly... Alas, what a pity. Zhao Feng restrained the emotions in his eyes and said calmly, "I came to exchange wine. Am I not late?"
It is said that each type is in limited supply, and if you arrive late, it will be replaced by your group of brothers.
Captain Yang took a look at the inventory of books.
He said, "There are two jars of Du Kang."
He paused and said, "It is said to be eighteen years."
That's good stuff.
It has a rich flavor and is aged well.
Zhao Feng naturally would not miss it.
He immediately took out enough "wine bars".
Captain Yang teased, "Where did you get it from?"
Zhao Fenghu refuted with a frown, "Nonsense! All of this was donated by my brothers, how can it be called plunder?"
Besides, half of it was earned by his hard work in farming. Captain Yang’s words were clearly a false accusation!
Captain Yang smiled but said nothing. He brought it to him and asked casually, "There will be an event in ten days. Do you want to go and see it?"
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