Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 277 Mating Right

Old soldier Lu was almost forty, and looked at the shy woman in front of him, with a smirk on his face, as if the young man had met his sweetheart.

"Sister Si Niang, the lord went outside a few days ago and bought back a lot of cattle and sheep. Some of them were injured and they couldn't be saved, so they simply slaughtered them for meat."

"I shared two rougamo here, thinking that you haven't eaten mutton for a long time, so I asked the cook to bring a mutton stuffed one for you to try."

As he spoke, Lu Laozu handed over the Rougamo in his hand.

"Lu Lang, I'm eating well. You were injured on the battlefield before and lost a lot of vitality. You should eat more meat to replenish your body."

Deng Si didn't take Lu Laozu's Roujiamo and pushed it back.

"What's the benefit of eating that millet every day?"

Old soldier Lu grabbed Deng Si's hand and directly stuffed the Roujiamo into her hand.

"My body is fine, so I don't need to mend it."

Seeing that all the weavers on the road had already entered the cafeteria, Old Man Lu took Deng Si's hand and refused to let go. He rubbed it a few times, winked and said in a low voice, "You will understand in the future."

Deng Si's face was slightly red, but after all, she grew up among the barbarians, and she was not as shy as a Han woman, but she widened her watery eyes and asked, "Lu Lang, our Have you told your lord about it?"

Only then did Old Lu let go of his hand, touched his head, and said, "Not yet. The master just came back yesterday and said he was going to rest for a few days. But don't worry, Sister Si Niang, the master is kind and will agree with us Family."

"The lord is naturally kind-hearted, but even though the concubine has registered household registration, she has signed a five-year contract, and after all, she is born as a bearded woman. I don't know if the lord will let you marry me."

Whenever this matter is mentioned, Deng Si always has a worried face.

She has been used to being discriminated against since she was a child. Although she has been regarded as an envied figure in front of Hu Nu recently, she still has some inferiority complex in her heart.

"Don't talk nonsense. Once you get the household registration, you are a Han family member. How can you still be a beard girl?"

Old man Lu retorted, "Don't say this again. If someone hears it, they will laugh at you. The lord has already said that you are from the Han family. Who dares to say that you are a Hu girl? Anyone who dares to say that, directly put him Twist in front of the lord, see if you can't beat him to death."

"No one said that, it's just my concubine's thoughts."

Deng Si hurriedly coaxed, "You still found an opportunity to talk to the master. Otherwise, if the master doesn't nod for a day, the concubine will feel worried for a day."

"Success." Lu Laozu nodded, "Go in quickly. Just eat this with broomcorn millet. It's delicious."

"The concubine knows."

Deng Si nodded, walked to the door of the cafeteria, and looked back again.

Seeing that Lu Laozu was salivating at her, his face turned red again, and he turned around and disappeared into the cafeteria.

Only then did Lu Laozu slap his mouth in disappointment, thinking to himself, in the future, he still has to find a chance to let Si Niang eat more meat and get fatter, otherwise look at that ass, how many babies can he have?
While thinking in his heart, he walked back, not wanting to turn a corner, and saw his lord squatting on the side of the road looking at him without any image.

"The villain has seen the lord, why is the lord here?"

Old soldier Lu hurried forward to salute.

Feng Yong was expressionless, staring at Lu Laozu for a long time, and then asked, "How long?"

"How long has it been?"

Lu Laozu was a little confused.

"Hey," Feng Yong raised his chin, and nodded to the cafeteria, "How long have you been with that Si Niang sister of yours?"

Lao Lu looked at Feng Yong cautiously, and asked, "Master, do you know everything?"

"I've been squatting here for almost half an hour, what do you think?"

Feng Yong looked around at old soldier Lu, and couldn't hide the curious expression on his face, "You two really see each other right?"

Should not be!

This young Deng Si in his prime... well, how could a young woman like such a veteran ruffian?

Lao Lu was a little embarrassed, "It's really right."

As he said that, he took another careful look at Feng Yong, "The villain was thinking of finding an opportunity to tell the lord, but he never thought that the lord would see it first, and he didn't intend to hide it from the lord."

Feng Yong waved his hand, "I don't care about this kind of thing, as long as the two people see it right. But there is one condition, don't force it. Those female weavers are poor people."

"If anyone dares to use shady methods, break three legs and throw them out of Nanxiang County, do you understand?"

If there are too many people, security problems will definitely arise.

Feng Yong was not in the mood to formulate any security regulations. Those female weavers were the support of the textile workshop. If anyone made them feel uncomfortable, it would prevent them from making money. Such people should be beaten to death.

"Understand, understand. The Lord is kind, who doesn't know?"

Lao Lu grinned, "Master, don't worry, Si Niang and I just looked at each other right. The villain has already told Si Niang that there is nothing shameful about it, but she is just worried, so she has been urging Si Niang People will report to the lord."

Well, this Deng Si, I have set her up as a model in vain, and her ideological awareness is high.

"Tell me," Feng Tubie gossiped with great interest, "Who will fall in love with whom first?"

"Naturally, the villain fell in love with her first. Besides, if the villain didn't fall in love with her first, how dare Si Niang befriend the villain?"

The old man who was almost 40 years old had killed countless people on the battlefield, but at this moment he scratched his head honestly, "It's not that the villain is bragging. In this textile workshop, there are many women who want to befriend the villain." .”

"Stop bragging!"

Feng Tubie burst out laughing, "How old are you? How old are you? I'd be thankful to get one of them. How many more do you want?"

Lao Lu blushed, "My lord, what the villain said is not a lie. There are so many women and girls in this textile workshop. Although they rely on the lord's kindness, they can survive without men. But There is a man in the family, there is always someone to rely on, isn't it?"

"That's it."

Feng Yong nodded, "You old soldiers are mostly alone. If there is a woman in the family, there will be no one burning the stove all day long. But what does this have to do with whether others think of you? "

"How is it okay?"

Old Lu chuckled, "Women in textile workshops want to marry, and a man like the master doesn't dare to expect extravagant expectations. Apart from me and these old soldiers, are there other men?"

Of course there are, and those captured barbarians...

However, how can it be so easy for those barbarians who want the right to mate?
Unless they can get household registration.

In terms of class, the female weavers under Feng Yong can already be regarded as the white-collar workers of this era.

Those veterans are their first choice target group.

Although they are generally older than them, they have experienced hunger and cold, poor clothing, and even worse than death, and they know what they want most.

(End of this chapter)