Training Tai Sui

Wei Zheng nodded. In fact, he really wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of panting.With a pale face, he slowly started to walk in the direction of Zhuangzi. He had to prepare textbooks, and after breakfast, he would teach those young and strong to read.

"You bastards, no matter who told you to stop, move for this young master!"

Qin Feng felt that he had the potential to become Zhou Papier, and the group of servants, including Yang Ying, were all chased by him like a group of wild dogs running wild.

Finally, after the sky was completely bright, a group of people sticking out their tongues, like dogs, finally completed the task and returned to the main house.

"Don't sit down, everyone should move and take a walk in the yard slowly!"

What?Why don't you take a break after running?

My young master, even the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, so you have to take a break from drills, don't you?

These young and strong feel that their young master is too cruel, but for them, Qin Feng is their emperor. Although everyone is helpless, no one dares to disobey, so they can only follow Qin Feng's order, a group of people in the yard Turn around slowly.

Yang Ying didn't understand, so she slowly stepped in front of Qin Feng and asked, "Brother Ziyu, even if it's a drill in the army, you still have to give the soldiers time to rest, are you... a little cruel?" ?”

"What do you know, kid?" Qin Feng has been riding his mule. Although he is not tired, his legs are worn out. At this moment, he can only separate his legs and stand on the spot in a rather weird position for Yang Ying. He explained: "You have been running for so long just now, and your legs are used to running. If you stop suddenly, your legs must not be able to bear it, so I let them take a walk slowly."

Seeing Yang Ying's expression of disbelief, Qin Feng suddenly became a little angry. You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my determination to train them!

"If you don't believe me, you can try it. If you rest now and you can still get up tomorrow, you can decide what to practice in the future."

Yang Ying was a little hesitant. Qin Feng offered good conditions. He actually wanted to train a team by himself. Although Qin Jiazhuang only had ten people, it was enough to satisfy his dream, but he was a bit afraid to gamble. After all, Qin Feng When Feng taught them things before, what he said can basically be verified. If it is true this time...he doesn't want to be laughed at by others.

After the walk, everyone washes up and then eats breakfast.

Qin Feng did not lie, the breakfast was rich, one egg per person, large pieces of fat meat, and there was no limit to the supply of snow-white steamed buns.

"Brother Ziyu, what kind of meat is this that is fat but so delicious?"

Yang Ying was like a curious baby, her mouth was full, but she still tried to ask questions.

"pork."

Qin Feng wasn't tired, so he ate very elegantly, as if he was not in the same world as those starving ghosts.

"Pig..." Yang Ying was a little stunned, not daring to answer the question: "Can pork be eaten?"

This sentence stunned Qin Feng, are all the children of the aristocratic family so valiant these days?

"Why can't you eat it? Didn't you still say it was delicious?"

"But...but..." But after a long time, Yang Ying lowered her head to study the meat in her bowl carefully, and then said: "But my former husband said that pork has a foul smell, even if The common people don't eat it either, but this meat..."

After savoring the taste in his mouth, Yang Ying continued: "Fat but not greasy, and without any fishy smell, is this really pork?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Qin Feng said angrily: "If you don't believe me, you can go to the village to have a look. Nowadays, almost every family is raising pigs. By this time next year, those piglets should have grown up. Each pig should be able to have more than a hundred catties of meat, and if those pigs are counted, farmers will no longer have to worry about running out of meat."

"How many?"

Yang Ying put down her job, stepped forward and grabbed Qin Feng, and asked with wide eyes, "How much meat can each pig have?"

One must know that a full-grown sheep weighs about a hundred catties at most. If it is just meat, half of it is not bad, but Qin Feng actually said that a pig can produce a hundred catties of meat?

"A hundred...a hundred catties, what's the matter?"

Qin Feng was taken aback, and said in a bad mood: "This is still skinny. If the pig is raised well, it is not impossible for the pig to grow to three hundred catties. What are you doing so suddenly, I have never seen the world."

Yang Ying didn't care about Qin Feng's contempt, but said very excitedly: "Brother Ziyu, if you can let the people of the Sui Dynasty learn your method of raising pigs, then the people of the Sui Dynasty will no longer have to worry about not being able to eat meat." !"

"Who will listen to us?"

Qin Feng said unhappily: "Eat your meal with peace of mind, don't say that we won't see those high-ranking officials at all, even if we do, how can those high-ranking officials listen to us?"

"Furthermore, what I said must be right? When those piglets grow up next year, you can see for yourself."

"Brother Ziyu's words, I can still trust you." Yang Ying's excited expression softened slightly, but she still said with emotion: "Meat, if every common people can eat it, how good it would be?"

Qin Feng looked at Yang Ying with strange eyes, and shook his head helplessly.

What a good boy, what a pity he is a fool.

Chapter 52 Pretentious

After breakfast, the servants cannot be idle. Of course, after running for such a long distance, Qin Feng does not intend to let them continue to practice. The reason why too much is too late is not so difficult to understand.

Therefore, this period of time is the time of study, and the teacher is the favorite student of Prince Qin, Wei Zheng.

Qin Feng moved a reclining chair that he ordered someone to make, and was lazily basking in the sun in the yard.Yang Ying didn't need to read, let alone listen to Wei Zheng's lectures, so he imitated the example and brought a recliner beside Qin Feng. The two guys who had exercised and had enough food and drink never felt like life so cozy.

"Brother Ziyu, what are you training these servants for?"

It's nothing more than running, it can be said that it is to exercise the ability to catch thieves, even practicing martial arts Yang Ying can understand it, but can read and write... Is this something a servant should do?

"The nursing home."

This answer is quite satisfactory, and no matter who asks, Qin Feng will also give this answer.

After all, you are going to say that in order to prevent things after the demise of the Sui Dynasty, I am afraid that Ying Yangwei will come to invite you to drink tea tomorrow, and it will still be the kind that will never return.

Yang Ying was bored and didn't ask any more questions. The two of them just lazily felt the breeze of early autumn and the warmth of the sun under the sun, feeling the beauty of life.

However, Yang Ying kept observing the servants. After the culture class, Qin Lang led them to practice martial arts, grasping fighting, long and short weapons. It can be said that Qin Lang knows everything and has no intention of hiding anything.

However, in Qin Feng's view, these are still appetizers. The bodies of these farmers are not considered strong, so the training can only be done step by step. Wait until they adapt to the current intensity before increasing the intensity, otherwise it will cause harm to the body. It's not Qin Feng's purpose.

Yang Ying stayed very comfortably in Qinjiazhuang, running exercises every morning, and after Wei Zheng finished teaching the servants, he and Wei Zheng would listen to Qin Feng to teach various knowledge.

But what puzzled him the most was that Wei Zheng only taught the servants at the beginning, but after many farmers and children who had nothing to do in the village came to attend the lectures, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"Brother Ziyu, it's fine if you let Professor Wei Zheng take care of the ten servants, why don't you forbid those farm households to attend the lecture?"

Qin Feng looked at Yang Ying in surprise, and asked in puzzlement, "Why should it be banned?"

Yang Ying was a little speechless, so she could only explain in detail: "Don't you be afraid that after these village households become wise, they will treat Qinjiazhuang..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Qin Feng understood what he meant.

It's nothing more than fooling the people. In the eyes of the feudal rulers and nobles, the more stupid the people, the better, so that the people will believe what they say.They are afraid that the people will become smart after reading and writing, will lose their respect for them, and will have some bad thoughts.

Qin Feng shook his head, and said with some disdain: "Those who treat the people of the world as idiots are really stupid. Are the people in the Han Dynasty stupid? At that time, there was no paper suitable for writing, so they could only use bamboo slips, let alone ordinary people. Reading and writing, I am afraid that I will never see a book once in my life. But who is responsible for the Yellow Turban Rebellion, isn’t it the common people?”

"Go back and look at the history books, which dynasty and generation did not fool the people, and what was the final result?"

Yang Ying was a little dazed. What he learned in the past was just what others told him to do, instead of asking him to think about why he did it. Although he also had his own ideas as he grew older, compared with those inertias, his own Thoughts are trivial.

Looking at Yang Ying's silly look, Qin Feng smiled and said: "Do you think that as long as the people in the world are so stupid, it's best not to think about anything, and obediently remain at the mercy of the court, that's the best?"