Chương 14: Chapter 14 Wait for me, Brother Ye_1
"Liu Erneng's family of six, four over six years old, two under, must submit twenty dou of grain!"
"Jin Gui's family of eight, seven over six years old, must submit thirty-five dou of grain!"
"..."
In front of the line, Sima's sister-in-law's loud voice kept shouting.
Nan Feng couldn't help but mutter: "Even those over six years old have to submit grain. It seems that in this era, you must start working at six years old!"
Six years old, in their previous life, they just graduated from kindergarten and could only wash dishes at most.
The fellow in front seemed to have heard her muttering and couldn't help but look back at her.
But Nan Feng's gaze was on Mo Wenxuan in front of her.
Not many villagers can read. Mo Wenxuan had attended a private school, so he was in charge of the record keeping.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager, with a writing brush in hand, was seriously recording. He radiated a certain scholar-like demeanor.
Nan Feng had no other intentions, just a simple glance. But the fellow in front seemed to be deep in thought.
He quickly withdrew his gaze.
Now it was the fellow's turn to submit his grain. He was representing Uncle Zhou's family in submitting the grain, but the situation was a bit awkward.
"Uncle Zhou's family..." Aunt Sima paused, not knowing how to report.
Uncle Zhou originally had three sons, but now all three sons were not willing to provide for him. Uncle Zhou recently adopted the fellow. So was it one person or two to report?
But the fellow calmly replied, "A family of two."
His low and firm voice had a powerful deterrent effect.
Nan Feng's attention was immediately drawn to him.
Aunt Sima paused for a moment, then resumed her loud voice, "Uncle Zhou's family, two people, submit ten dou."
The fellow effortlessly placed ten dou of rice on the weighing stand, weighed it and then poured it into the granary.
As he was about to leave, Nan Feng suddenly called him, "Wait a moment, I need to speak with you."
As soon as Nan Feng finished speaking, two sharp sets of eyes swept over her, but she didn't care at all.
The person in charge of the record, Mo Wenxuan, frowned.
And now it was Nan Feng's turn to submit the grain.
"Aunt Sima, here are my ten dou," Nan Feng's voice was quite clear. She was speaking and looking at the fellow until he nodded. Then she focused on submitting her grain.
"Nan Quanyou's family of two, submit ten dou of grain," Sima's sister-in-law reported and Mo Wenxuan recorded.
Ten dou of grain is equivalent to a hundred jin. As Nan Feng was struggling to put the grain on the scale, the weight on her shoulder suddenly lightened.
She turned her head and saw that the fellow had silently taken the sack from her.
After weighing, the fellow helped Nan Feng pour the rice into the granary, and finally returned the sack to her.
"Thank you," Nan Feng said with a smile.
"Didn't you say you had something to talk to me about? What is it?" asked the fellow.
"Oh, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's walk and talk," Nan Feng moved first, and the fellow followed immediately.
Behind them, a lot of discussion started.
"Those two really seem close."
"The foolish girl finally wised up."
"Anyway, her marriage is already canceled, the foolish girl can follow whoever she wants."
"..."
Mo Wenxuan watched as Nan Feng and the fellow walked further and further away. Her small figure walking side by side with the fellow, chatting as they went.
If he was not mistaken, Nan Feng did not spare him a second glance from beginning to end.
Well, wasn't this what he had wanted? She used to hang around him all the time, and now she finally stopped. She had changed her focus.
As Mo Wenxuan was thinking about other things, he forgot to balance the ink when writing. A drop of ink fell, spreading over a large area on the rice paper.
...
"I've heard that you often go hunting in the mountains. So, I'd like to borrow your hunting tools to examine them and ask for some hunting tips," Nan Feng said as they walked.
The fellow paused, a bit taken aback, "Hunting, you?"
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