Royal Road

After only doing so few things in the morning, Liang Feng felt exhausted, not only physical fatigue, but also a kind of irritability from the heart, like something scratching his chest. After having used Chaoshi hastily, he sent Yiyan away to receive the remaining weapons in the warehouse. He wanted to write a few Diamond Sutras silently and went to rest. Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked up the pen, there was a general sound outside the door.

Liang Feng frowned and said, "Go and see who it is?"

Lu Zhu hurriedly walked to the door and turned back with a slightly weird look: "Lang Jun, it is Xiao Lang Jun who came to visit you. He had been here yesterday, and you had already taken medicine to sleep. It's down."

"Oh?" Liang Feng was taken aback, then he remembered that he still had a cheap son. It is probably the rule of this era to please an every day. The little guy was crying with red eyes, and he nodded and said, "Call him in."

Lu Zhu owed her body and went out to pass on. After a while, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside.

"My father." Still dressed as a small adult, Liang Rong walked in from outside, lifted his robe with his short hands, and knelt in front of Liang Feng.

"Come on, sit here." It was shameless to kneel, let alone such a tender little doll. Liang Feng called the little guy to get up, sat beside him, and asked, "Lv Zhu said , Have you been here yesterday?"

Liang Rong's little face was a little nervous, and he replied earnestly: "Enjoy my father, the child came too late yesterday and failed to show his filial piety before his father's bed..."

"Okay." Liang Feng smiled and stopped the little guy's self-blame. The milk cavity hasn't disappeared yet. Why do you have to look so sternly, "For the father's illness, you don't have to come every day to avoid getting sick. ."

He is too weak now, and if there is a headache and brain fever, it will be bad if it is transmitted to Liang Rong. The mortality rate of young children has been high this year, and he cannot afford this risk.

Unexpectedly, this sentence made Liang Rong's eyes wide open. After a long while, he bit his lip and whispered: "Is your father very sick? The child is not afraid of getting sick, and he is willing to serve the decoction for his father..."

Can someone like you hold the medicine bowl steady? Liang Feng was a little bit dumbfounded: "Rong Er don't want to think about it. It's not a joke to get sick while serving the soup.

"But if you have children and grandchildren waiting on the couch, you can get better. Rong'er was too young to serve his grandmother. Now Rong'er has grown up and is willing to do his filial piety for his father." As he said, the little guy's voice choked up. Tears filled his eyes, and he looked terribly serious.

Where did you hear this, isn't it a strange story like Wo Bingqiu carp? Liang Feng was speechless, turning his head to look at the nurse behind Liang Rong.

Chao Yu replied softly: "The servant girl told Xiao Lang Jun that the old mistress’s illness was not Xiao Lang Jun’s fault. The Lang master was only angry for a while and did not mean to accuse him of being unfilial. But Xiao Lang Jun has a stubborn temper and doesn’t believe him. ..."

Liang Feng: "..."

What did the original owner say to his son? ! Looking at the little crying packet in front of him, Liang Feng sighed, and touched Liang Rongfa's top with his hand, "Don't be afraid of Rong'er, birth, aging, sickness and death are common sense, and it is useless to wait for anyone. Back then, being a father was just... I was so sad that I said nonsense. Naturally, these are not Rong'er's faults."

"Father." The teardrops in Liang Rong's eyes could no longer hold back, and they dripped. "Rong'er is afraid that Father will not want Rong'er. Can't Father's illness get better soon?"

"It will be fine. I have seen a good doctor and will recover soon. Rong Er is not afraid." The sleeve was grasped by the little hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away, clenched tightly. Liang Feng couldn't help but feel soft. He took the veil from Green Bamboo, carefully wiped Liang Rong's face, and rubbed the other's head: "Rong'er just wants to be happy, because of his father's illness. It will be better soon. If you cry and cry all day, wouldn't you worry more about your father?"

The effect of this was almost immediate. Liang Rong held back the tears in his eyes and nodded vigorously: "Rong'er will be obedient!"

"That's right." Liang Feng exhaled softly, turning his head to face Yudao, "How about Rong'er's diet and daily life?"

When Chao Yu heard the Patriarch ask about this for the first time, her eyes were slightly happy, and she replied politely: "Xiao Langjun sleeps a little bit, but he is in good spirits, and he eats and uses according to the rules of the house."

"From now on, add some goat milk and eggs every day, take him out for more walks, don't stay in the house all the time." Liang Feng ordered.

With the physique of the original owner, I'm afraid the Liang family's method of raising children is not very healthy. He has seen too many bear children from his relatives, who can run, jump, and toss, no matter how well-behaved is like Liang Rong, he is a little bored. It's better to go out and play more.

"The slave girl understands!" Chao Yu immediately leaned over and replied.

Liang Rong naturally understood these words, his little fists were clenched, and he looked at his father with a look of admiration. I just hate myself for not being able to grow up quickly, so that my father doesn't need to worry about it.

With no experience in raising children, Liang Feng had no choice but to comfort the little guy with a few words. Seeing Yu's eyes that the owner was overwhelmed, he took Liang Rong away with a wink. Looking at the little guy who turned his head step by step, Liang Feng rubbed his aching forehead. The cheap father was really not that good. But such a little guy, no one can bear to leave it alone.

"Langjun, let's take a break first." Lu Zhu said with a heartache, seeing Liang Feng's slightly exhausted expression.

This time, Liang Feng did not refuse, obediently drank the medicine and went to bed to rest. The sky was dim and dark after a night's sleep. When he woke up again, Yi Yan had already returned from the warehouse. He also brought back seven or eight swords and a few long bows.

"It's really unusable." Liang Feng shook his head after looking at the rusty ironwork on the ground. "Can the bow still be used?"

Yi Yan picked up a hand, drew a bow and set an arrow, and shot it out with a swish. The branches outside the courtyard crashed and dropped a lot of leaves. He pulled the string again, and said, "I'm a little tired, but repairing can still be used."

Liang Feng used to be an expert with guns, and he could naturally see the power of Yi Yan's arrow, both in accuracy and strength. However, no matter how much he wanted to learn, he couldn't pull the bow now. After looking at Yi Yan's movements, Liang Feng suddenly said, "If both left and right hands are proficient in martial arts, wouldn't they be left with a killer move? When confronting the enemy, it takes a big advantage."

Liang Feng was not on a whim, but there was such a precedent in the police station. While apprehending the criminal, a police officer's right hand was seriously injured. When the other party relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly changed his left hand gun and shot the criminal. That's how it is when you are in battle. One more skill to defend yourself will give you one more chance to survive. Not to mention that when marching in line, most people use their right hands. If there is a left-handed player in the team suddenly, the formation will be disordered. It doesn't matter in the army. Now that there are so many people, it is better to unify.

Yi Yan nodded vigorously, then picked up a long knife: "Master, what should I do with this knife?"

"You still don't need a sword. I have arranged for Mufang to build a gun. When the spear is built, it's time to practice the formation." Liang Feng replied.

"Can a wooden spear work?" Yi Yan has seen a lot of pawns, all with knives, and he has never seen a long spear.

Liang Feng smiled and said, "Why not? That is the King of Ten Thousand Soldiers, the overlord at the time of battle. When I get it, I will teach you slowly. As for tomorrow's drills, you have to start like this..."

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Before the sun was over, the wine and food were ready, and the two who came to the banquet were amazed.

"It's wine and meat again. I don't know what Brother Tian invites today. What's the point of doing it?" Mr. Wu picked up the jug on his head and sniffed it presumptuously. "Lao Jiang, this is the thin snow of the county." Drink, drink two more cups quickly!"

The man known as Lao Jiang happily, twisted a salt to boil the beans, put them in his mouth, and chewed them with relish: "I'm afraid it's the lord's return, someone can't sit still, right?"

After being run by the two craftsmen in this way, Tian Chang's expression on his face remained unchanged, and he poured himself a glass of wine: "The two are the principals of the workshop, I am afraid that I have not heard the news from Tianzhuang. This time, the owner has come to the real estate. No reward, no rewards, great trilogy. He also asked me to hand over the account books, ready to check the accounts!"

In the first half of the sentence, the two craftsmen have heard about it, but no one cares about it if they don't do their own business. However, the second half of the sentence is different. Check the accounts? The two houses of weaving and pottery are important industries in the village, with nearly 100,000 yuan in flow every year. Especially in the weaving workshop, a few weavers have good craftsmanship, and they can also buy some flowers in the county town. Taofang’s income has been much lower than before due to years of wars, but he has not done much in private. If you really want to check the accounts, I am afraid that no one will be clean.

Wu Jiang's head couldn't help but his face changed color, and he asked: "Did you really pay the Zhuang's account books?"

"What if you don't pay? That's the Patriarch of the Liang Family." Tian Chang said coldly.

"Fuzzy! Isn't it just handing over the handle now. What if the master punishes him?" Jiang Jiangtou was also a little flustered.

Seeing the anxious expressions of the two, Tian Chang raised his wine bottle and drank the rice-white muddy wine without hesitation. He smiled faintly: "It's just an account book and it doesn't matter. Now the owner is probably scared by the bandit. If you have the courage, you want to build a trilogy arbitrarily. How much this cost, everyone naturally knows. Ten thousand family owners can't think of it, shut down the pottery workshop, or let the weaving workshop make a few clothes... Hehe, I'm afraid it's not beautiful. "

No matter which workshop, the main task is to provide daily needs for Liang Mansion. If you really want to reduce expenditure, Taofang and Zhifang may indeed face the dilemma of reducing output and controlling input. This stuck the main income of the craftsmen. Want to live a comfortable life like in previous years, I'm afraid it won't work.

Jiang Jiang's face sank, and he put down the wine cup in his hand: "Is there no way for Tian Binke? Yan Sheng has just died, such a good opportunity, you will become the lord and be instigated by those Ji Nuo?"

"Yan Sheng was killed by the head of the house." Tian Chang smiled coldly, "It is said that it was because Yan Sheng took advantage of his serious illness and was greedy for money. Do you think he still believes in us servants now?"

Indeed, once bitten by a snake for ten years, I was afraid of well ropes. With the precedent of Yansheng, who knows if that nobleman would treat their servants like a snake or scorpion. You must know that Tian Chang is just a guest, and he can go if he wants to go. The two of them are real yihus. As long as the Patriarch finds something wrong, they can go on with the order and immediately take away their craftsmanship. At that time, let alone money, I am afraid that life will be lost.

Wu Jiangtou also heard the overtones: "What does Tian Binke mean? Is it possible to use our Erfang Liwei?!"

"How dare you!" Tian Chang waved his sleeves and replied arrogantly, "I invite two people to come, just to discuss how to deal with it. The so-called prosperous and glorious, everything is damaged. We are all more than ten years of old friendship, how can we Seeing Zhuangzi being turned upside down?"

Not sure how true he was in his words, as the craftsmen in Zhuangzi, the two of them really didn't have the ability to control the inner courtyard. The two of Wu Jiang glanced at each other, and Wu Jiangtou smiled and said, "Then you don't know what method Brother Tian thought of?"

"Simple. Today, the lord has summoned Liu Jiantou. If you turn around and call you two, you can explain to the landlord what the difficulties are. For example, with Brother Wu, this year's drought, the mulberry may fail. If you go out to collect silk, that is A lot of money. But Brother Jiang said that the year is not good, and the pottery in the county is not selling well, and the store has not accepted the goods. This is not a lie. This is the same way, two months of hard life, Patriarch Naturally, I changed my mind."

"But the previous year's output on the shop is also recorded in the account book. Wouldn't it be bad if the head of the family really wants to check it?" Wu Jiangtou asked.

"Haha, Brother Wu can rest assured that the old man has already buried his hands and feet on the account in advance. Not only can he not find out, but he can also prove the difficulties of Liangfang. Is it possible that he can still calculate the number?" Tian Chang laughed and said nonchalantly.

The children of these gentry tribes can't bear to be poor the most. He said that if there is no money, the owner of the family may not be willing to believe it. But if the artisans in the two workshops say that money and food are tight, and there are account books to testify, Liang Feng's kid is afraid that he can't sit still. And this is not a lie, it's just that the private income of the shop has been reduced, and the work is slowing down. Cruel, it's not impossible.

Tian Chang really guessed the bottom line of Wu and Jiang's endurance. Seeing that the two winked at each other, Mr. Wu smiled and raised his wine glass: "Brother Tian said to the heart of our brothers. It's really not a good year for this year. The landlord asks, and we shall report the truth. ."

Jiang Jiangtou also smiled and said, "It's just that if Brother Tian is the manager again, don't forget the benefits of my brothers. The things on the shop are complicated, and we need a lot of support from the inner courtyard."

This is naturally a condition for the two craftsmen. Tian Chang laughed and said: "You two are polite! Tian is not talented, but he is still thinking about the mansion. I only hope that the Patriarch can quickly get lost and know how to return, so that you and my brother will be loyal."

The three of them laughed at each other, and Tian Chang raised the wine cup in his hand: "Drink and drink, don't waste this good wine..."