This cheapskate father was still doing his own thing. It was common for him to not come home for two or three days.
Xiao Fan felt that it was a little strange, but he did not know where to start.
The small-flower plague had passed, and the cold winter had quietly flown away.
The spring planting quietly began, and every household began to plow the new fields.
The Xiao family was a branch of the Xiao family of Lanling. It was considered a declining family. There was a group of tenants in the village who were planting and cultivating for the Xiao family.
"You said that the land is difficult to cultivate?"
Xiao Fan looked at the dark-faced and uneasy old farmer and asked indifferently.
The old Li Zheng was clearly a little ashamed and nervous. He had not seen much of the world in his life. Xiao Fan was already a dignitary in his eyes, and now he had been promoted by the imperial court.
In short, Xiao Fan's words could determine the life and death of the old Li Zheng and even the entire village's tenants.
Old Li Zheng was naturally worried.
He stammered," Yes…Yes, the ice on the land hasn't melted yet. It's very troublesome to dig it up, so…so…it might take some time. Ah Lang, don't worry. Once the ice melts, we'll dig it up as soon as possible."”
Xiao Fan seemed to understand what was going on and said in confusion,"What do you use to cultivate the land now?"
"Awesome." Old Li said.
"I asked what kind of tools to use."
"Li."
"I said what plow."
Old Village Chief was speechless.
"Tie Li."
F * ck!
Xiao Fan waved his hand impatiently and said to Old Li Zheng,"You can go back first."
Seeing Xiao Fan's unhappy expression, Old Li Zheng immediately knelt down and said in horror,"Ah Lang, don't be angry. This old man will explain in detail.”
" This plow is made of iron…Oh, it's tied to the cow…Oh, oh, the bottom of the plow is very sharp…"
Xiao Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry as he covered his forehead."I know. Go back first. This has nothing to do with you. I'm not angry. Go."”
The so-called feudal society was probably like this. This was the taste of power. A word or a look could make others feel terrified and suspicious.
When Old Li Zheng heard Xiao Fan's words, he left with ease.
……
On the ridge.
Xiao Fan held the foxtail grass in his mouth and looked at the endless Yongye Field in front of him. He sighed faintly.
This piece of land was given to him by His Majesty Li Er. It could be passed down from generation to generation.
A moment later, he muttered,"The straight plow is ultimately not presentable."”
Xiao Fan rarely paid attention to farming. He silently flipped through the books of the Tang Dynasty in his mind and found out that the Quyuan plow was invented in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.
There seemed to be a blueprint of Qu Yuanli in Heavenly Crafts?
Xiao Fan nodded to himself and prepared to leave with the foxtail grass in his mouth.
When they arrived at the Jing River, the green grass was lush and the flowers were blooming shyly.
On the grass not far away, a woman looked left and right. After making sure that there was no one around, she squatted down like a cat and took off her shoes.
The girl seemed to be in a much better mood now that her legs were free.
Wearing white socks, stepping on the soft grass was extremely comfortable.
Not long after, she giggled a few times, her mischievous toes tightening and stretching in her socks.
After laughing a few more times, she hooked her embroidered shoes with her fair fingers and ran on the grass with her feet in socks.
A string of bell-like laughter happened to enter Xiao Fan's ears from time to time.
Xiao Fan looked at the girl not far away with interest and quietly approached her.
She was like a bird that had escaped from its cage, and everything in the outside world was so novel to her.
Spring breeze, green mountains, fragrant grass, flowing water, weeping willows, warm sun, beautiful women like poetry, picturesque scenery.
A young girl walked into the beautiful painting and blended into it.
"March 3rd, the weather is new. There are many beautiful women by the water in Chang 'an. The posture is strong, the meaning is far away, the beauty is sincere, the texture is delicate, the flesh and blood are even.”Xiao Fan recited.
There wasn't a trace of profanity. It was the purest appreciation of beautiful scenery, beauty, and beauty.
His admiring gaze gradually moved downwards, from her face to her thin shoulders, her slightly plump breasts, her slender waist that could be held with one hand, her long and straight legs…Everything was so perfect that it was suffocating.
The other party seemed to be frightened and cried out in surprise. Only then did she turn around shyly and see Xiao Fan with a smile on his face.
Under Xiao Fan's self-righteous gaze, the girl's face gradually turned red like the setting sun in the sky.
Like a frightened rabbit, she hurriedly put on her shoes in a mess.
"Wrong." Xiao Fan reminded with a smile.
The young girl widened her eyes and tried her best to pretend to be calm. She still looked very flustered as she said,"What?"
"You're wearing your shoes inside out." Xiao Fan reminded again.
The young girl hurriedly lowered her head, her face reddening even more." Ah? Thank you."
She quickly lowered her head and prepared to change her shoes. She thought for a moment and said," You…turn around.”
In ancient times, a woman's feet were the most secretive place. Even if she wore socks, it would be blasphemy if Langjun saw it.
Xiao Fan actually did not know these things, but the other party clearly understood.
Xiao Fan turned his head helplessly.
A rustling sound came from behind him. Then, he heard her say,"Alright, alright."
Xiao Fan turned around.
The young girl's face slowly calmed down. She tried her best to keep a straight face and questioned Xiao Fan,"You…who are you?"
Even though she was strong and calm, Xiao Fan could still see worry in her flickering eyes.
F * ck!
Do I look like a rapist? Or perhaps a bandit of the century?
Xiao Fan was still very confident in his appearance. He said as if he had been humiliated,"My name is Red Scarf!"
"What a strange name." The woman murmured and then thought of something." Was that poem written by you?”
"I guess so." Xiao Fan said.
"Why do you say it counts?" The young girl asked in confusion.”
Xiao Fan spread out his hands,"Because I copied it."”
The girl rolled her eyes. How could he copy so calmly?
"Whose copy?" she asked softly out of curiosity.”
Xiao Fan shrugged.”
The young girl was stunned for a moment, then she staggered and covered her mouth as she giggled. Her pretty face was quickly dyed with a bright and moving blush.
Then, he pulled a long face and rolled his eyes at Xiao Fan fiercely,"You... What you did is what you did. You're panting!"”
Uh.
I'm not pretending.
What I said was clearly the truth.
Xiao Fan had a helpless expression, but there was nothing he could do.
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