"Back to Feng Langjun, exactly."

The little kid below answered loudly.

When the country was being destroyed and most of the people in the city were infected with the plague, how could this tough man with thousands of people beat Soochow until he called him daddy?

Did he look like this when he was a child?

The original color of his clothes could not be seen in the dirt all over his body, and even his face was covered with dust, making him look like a little mud monkey.

He was also held up and beaten by his father with one hand, and his buttocks are probably red and swollen by now.

Thinking about how awesome he will be in the future, and then looking at his pitiful appearance now, Feng Yong almost couldn't help laughing.

"Cheng Luo County, I'm afraid your son is not suitable for setting off in this state."

Feng Yong turned his head and looked at Luo Meng and said, "How about going in to clean it first and talk about it tomorrow?"

"Isn't this...perhaps inappropriate?"

Luo Meng said hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I will send someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to tell Xiang Changshi that I want to talk to Luo County Prime Minister about Nanxiang, so I will stay with Luo County Prime Minister for one more day."

Feng Yong smiled slightly and glanced at the little clay monkey next to him inadvertently.

Luo Meng looked at his son and finally sighed, "Thank you so much Mr. Feng."

"It should be. After all, this matter is also related to me."

Feng Yong said, then looked at Fu Qian, who was also covered in mud, "After returning home and cleaning up, I went to do the horse riding for half an hour."

"Yes, sir."

Fu Qian grimaced and bowed his head to answer honestly.

I took the two little clay babies back to my house and asked them to take them down to clean them.

Feng Yong and Luo Meng returned to the living room and sat down. Luo Meng said a little embarrassedly, "Feng Langjun, before the official came to visit, he ordered the servants to pack their things and wait at the intersection of Guizhuang. I don't know if they have arrived yet.

, I wonder if you can send someone to take a look?"

"This is an easy matter." Feng Yong nodded and asked, "But I don't know how many servants you have?"

"Not many, just two people."

After Feng Yong gave the order, he asked, "It's difficult to go from Jincheng to Hanzhong, after passing through Jianshan Mountain. Prime Minister Luo County still has his son with him and only has two servants. Isn't it a bit lacking?"

Luo Meng smiled bitterly, "The mansion is a bit shabby, with only two servants, which made Feng Langjun laugh."

Only then did Feng Yong remember Luo Meng's situation. He was a foreigner with little foundation, and because he was implicated in the Hanzhong War, life in the past few years was probably not easy.

That is to say, Liu Bei died, and the old demon Zhuge remembered the old feelings of the people in Jingzhou, so he reactivated him.

"What's so funny about it?"

Feng Yong smiled calmly, "I was still alone at the beginning, didn't I come here the same way? Now the Prime Minister asked Prime Minister Luo County to go to Nanxiang with the intention of re-employing him. How can he be so contemptuous of himself?"

"Yes, the official made a mistake."

"I think your master is quite clever. I wonder if you are enlightened?"

Feng Yong asked pretending to be casual.

"It's considered open. When the official has nothing to do at home, he does some teaching on weekdays."

Speaking of this, Luo Meng remembered something again, glanced at Feng Yong, and asked hesitantly, "I have a private matter, I want to ask Feng Langjun, is it okay?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"That's right. Last year, there was a book called "The Thousand-Character Classic" published in Jincheng. It was said to be a book specially designed for children to learn enlightenment. The text is easy to understand and the words are not repetitive. It is better than other enlightenment books. It's much better. I heard it was written by Feng Langjun, but I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Ahem, that's right, uh... I wrote it when I had nothing to do."

Feng Yong coughed dryly and said.

Seeing the hesitant Luo Meng unable to open his mouth, Feng Yong asked curiously, "Why does Luo County Cheng ask this?"

"That's right."

Luo Meng stood up and saluted, "That scoundrel Xiaguan is at the beginning of his enlightenment. I wonder if Feng Langjun can lend this precious book to Xiaguan for a look?"

"So that's what happened."

Feng Yong laughed, "It's such a small matter."

As he said that, he shouted to the outside, "Here comes someone. Go, call Amei over."

Amei came over quickly, bowed and said, "Master, your name is maid?"

"Yes. Go to my study and get the Thousand-Character Classic on mulberry paper."

As Nanxiang's papermaking industry got on track, although Feng Yong didn't have much paper on hand, he could still get his hands on a few copies of "The Thousand-Character Classic".

Cutted mulberry trees take shape quickly, and if enough base fertilizer is applied, they will be barely usable in one and a half years.

If you don't use it urgently, it will only take two years at most.

In other words, Nanxiang's high-quality paper will be mass-produced by the end of next year at the latest.

By that time, the turtle hatching pond will take initial shape.

If printing technology could keep up, it would be foreseeable to overthrow the intellectual monopoly of the Shu family.

But nowadays, a good book printed on good paper is extremely precious.

So when Luo Meng took this "Thousand Character Essay" with the scent of ink from Feng Yong's hand, he looked a little excited, as if he was holding a treasure.

He couldn't wait to open the first few pages, and the words that came into view made him a little shocked.

Because every word in the book is basically the same size, the font is a little different from what I have seen before. It is square and square, and the strokes are much straighter.

It always seems a little weird, but I can't put it into words.

Feng Yong originally wanted to tell Luo Meng that there was a school in Nanxiang, and the things taught there were probably better than what he taught Luo Xian himself.

But when he thought that he might not be willing to let Luo Xian mix with the children of workers in workshops, ranches and mines, he secretly had to give up.

"This book will be given to Luo County Cheng."

Feng Yong said generously.

"I dare not accept this great gift."

Luo Meng quickly declined and said, "I will send it back personally after the official has finished copying it."

"It's not really a big gift. Besides, I'm pretty impressed by the young master. My disciple is called Hutou, and the young master is called Hu'er. Isn't this a fate? Just think of it as a meeting gift from me to the young master."

Feng Yong waved his hand, not allowing Luo Meng to refuse, "That's it."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

Luo Meng quickly bowed deeply and thanked him.

"It's such a small thing, why thank you. Seeing that it's lunch time, I asked the cook to prepare two more dishes. If Luo County Cheng doesn't mind it, how about trying Feng Mansion's dishes?"

Feng Yong greeted warmly.

"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful to subordinates."

The Feng Mansion is famous for its delicious food. Luo Xianduan, who had already washed himself, sat upright in front of the table, watching the unknown dishes being served one after another, and swallowed his saliva countless times.

Sitting opposite him, Fu Qian raised his head with contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.

Although Luo Xian really wanted to have some backbone, the food was so fragrant and delicious.

Therefore, he had no ability to resist at all. He was still reserved at the beginning, but the more he ate, the more he couldn't help it.

This one is delicious, that one is also delicious, and I can’t stop holding the chopsticks in my hands.

Wei Rong, Fu Qian, and Luo Xian were not yet grown up, so they placed a table in a corner and sent servants to serve them. They were not allowed to be with the adults.

Romon, who was sitting on top, turned his head from time to time and sighed when he saw that his son didn't care at all that he was in someone else's house and just gobbled it up. This time he was really embarrassed.

First there was a fight in someone else's house, and now he is acting like this. The old Luo family has been completely disgraced by this traitor.

You have to hang him up and give him a good beating when he goes back, otherwise he won't remember it long.

"Cheng Luo County, the children are over there, and they will be cared for by themselves. Don't worry about them. It's a blessing to be able to eat."

Feng Yong could probably guess what Luo Meng was thinking, and he persuaded with a smile, "Come, let me introduce two people to you. This is the son of the governor of Nanzhong, Li Langjun..."

Luo Meng's family knew about his family affairs, but just because he was like this, it would be a compliment for Feng Langjun to treat him to a meal, let alone having Governor Li's son with him during the meal.

So although the dishes on the table were delicious, he didn't know how to taste them, and was even a little frightened, because he didn't know why Feng Yong was so enthusiastic about him.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something. He still knows what this sentence means.

Coupled with the title of "Smart Feng Langjun, cruel and ruthless Xiao Wenhe", and he went to the territory managed by Feng Yong, how is it possible to say that Luo Meng didn't have any murmurs in his heart?

However, no matter how cautious Luo Meng was, Feng Yong didn't show any other signs until he left Feng Mansion the next day, which made him feel relieved.

"Are you full?"

Before Luo Meng left, Feng Yong touched Luo Xian's little head and asked with a smile.
To be continued...