"Mother, it's the son who is not filial. However, the son brought good news this time, the war in the north is over, and my father will return tomorrow, and our family will be reunited again by this time tomorrow. ”

"Really? Bodhisattva bless. Bodhisattva bless. Mrs. Feng said happily. Feng Delin's departure made her always fearful, and now when he heard the news of Feng Delin's departure, he was completely relieved. As the head mother of a traditional feudal family, Mrs. Feng is undoubtedly most concerned about her husband and son. Whether it is Feng Yong's expedition or Feng Delin's expedition, Mrs. Feng will pray for blessings in the Buddhist hall. This is also a characteristic of this era. A small Buddhist hall will be built in the backyard of each big family, so that everyone in the backyard can pray for the safety and prosperity of the family.

Mrs. Feng and her son talked about some homely things, and at this time, the kitchen had already prepared the food and quickly served it. With Feng Yong's current status, he can't eat any delicacies from the mountains and seas. The table made by Mrs. Feng was not a very precious thing. It's something very homely. This made Feng Yong feel more at home. Coupled with the end of the war in the north, the strategy of annexing the Mongolian steppes has been basically realized. All that remains is to develop the power and accumulate strength.

At present, the military industrial enterprises in the northeast are developing very well, the second and third arsenals have been put into operation, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth arsenals are already under construction. The Zhonghua Type 16 rifle is also ready for mass production. Before there is no breakthrough in the Northeast rifle technology, the Type 16 rifle will become the standard rifle in the Northeast for a period of time in the future. Of course, Feng Yong, who understands that science and technology is the primary productive force, attaches great importance to technology, which can be seen from Feng Yong's opening up of a large area of land in the suburbs of Changchun and the establishment of a high-tech research and development zone. Of course, the current technology research and development zone has not yet completed the infrastructure, let alone has technological achievements. But Feng Yong believes that with the development of Northeast China, this area will definitely become the engine of economic development in Northeast China.

Of course, in successive major battles, the loss of troops is also very serious, especially in the northern and Mongolian battlefields, which have high requirements for weapons and ammunition. As for food, the Northeast is not worried. The reason why Northeast China has the courage to go to war with the foreign powers is because the Northeast has completely controlled the ownership of land in Northeast China in the hands of the government by virtue of its land policy. In addition, the autumn harvest has just ended, and there is enough grain in the treasury in the northeast, enough for hundreds of thousands of troops to eat for several years. This is the advantage of all the land being owned by the government, and although the peasants each own five acres of land, compared with the vast and flat Northeast Plain, the land occupied by the peasants is only a part, and the rest of the vast land can be produced in the name of military farms. Now the first tractor in the Northeast has been finalized, and now it is being processed for mass production, and there have been research on fertilizers, pesticides, seeds, etc. Feng Yong believes that once tractors are mass-produced to replace ploughing cattle, the agricultural production capacity of Northeast China will be even stronger. In this era of war, food is the hard currency. Feng Yong believed that with sufficient food, the Northeast would be able to absorb a large number of people from the Central Plains. So, everything in the Northeast is moving towards the best. Of course, Feng Yong was in a relaxed mood.

As soon as he was in a good mood, Feng Yong's appetite was great, and although the food was not rare, the workmanship was extremely exquisite. Coupled with a few jars of old wine buried in the ground for at least ten years, Feng Yong poured himself a drink and ate happily. Mrs. Feng sat in the main seat with a smile all the time, and from time to time she sandwiched some of his favorite dishes for Feng Yong. Feng Yong's two siblings are now attending evening classes in the school. None of them have come back now. So he and his mother were the only ones to eat.

"Come, Yong'er, my mother has made a nourishing medicinal meal for you. This is made of the finest pheasant, boiled for seven or eight hours. It's good for the body, so drink it! Mrs. Feng personally took the pheasant soup from the maid.

"Thank you, mother! Besides, there is no need to be so troublesome, my son's body is as strong as an ox. There is no need to eat such a big tonic at all. Feng Yong said helplessly. He knew his mother's thoughts, and he didn't hope that he could work harder at night and give birth to a big fat boy as soon as possible. But this kind of thing is not just something to think about. Feng Yong himself has no bottom in his heart, he is not a stallion, and the kind of things between husband and wife also pay attention to blending, to his current height, the women around him are extraordinary, and it is not interesting to go to bed simply for sex.

"Be obedient, drink it quickly, this is a piece of my mother's heart." Mrs. Feng insisted. Feng Yong reluctantly took the bowl and drank it all.

After all, it is something cooked with heart, although it has a herbal smell, but it is not bitter at all, but has a faint fragrance, it seems that the kitchen has put a lot of thought into it.

"I'm drinking a bowl!" As she spoke, Mrs. Feng brought another bowl. Feng Yong didn't say anything, this kind of thing, one bowl is also drunk, and two bowls are also drunk. There's nothing to be particular about in front of your mother. Feng Yong took it and drank it all.

"Mother, this old wine is a little strong, I'm a little dizzy, I want to sleep for a while! Eat it yourself! Feng Yong got up. He didn't drink much, the alcohol content of these old wines was not low, and the taste was mellow, Feng Yong unconsciously drank two more glasses.

"Xuemei, help the young master to the side room to rest. Then he informed the young marshal's mansion and said that the young master was tired and rested here. A flash of joy flashed in Mrs. Feng's eyes. It was as if she saw her big fat grandson waving to her.

In the middle of the night, Feng Yong felt an evil fire rising in his lower abdomen, and his mind was full of **. The internal qi in the dantian flowed by itself, producing a coolness, which made Feng Yong's wine wake up a little for a while.

"Whew!" Beside Feng Yong, a woman's unconscious moaning suddenly sounded. Feng Yong was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that there was still a woman lying in his bed, and only the woman's violent wheezing sound was in the whole room. A very seductive aura permeated his heart.

"Whew!" The writhing body actually took the initiative to stick to Feng Yong's arms. A fragrant fragrance spread to Feng Yong's heart.

"Woman? What's going on? Despite the surprise in his mind, the body instinctively pressed the woman under him. Climbed two peaks with both hands. As the body became hotter and hotter, the cool feeling in the lower abdomen disappeared, and the originally suppressed alcohol strength came up again.

"Damn, drunk and sexual!" This was Feng Yong's last thought, and then his entire body was completely dominated by instinct.

The deep gasps of a man and a woman could be heard in the room.

The sky was bright, Feng Yong slowly regained consciousness, and the crazy move of last night appeared in his mind, and he quickly looked at the woman who had endured his endless whipping.

What catches your eye is a delicate face. Yes, it is delicate, although the appearance of the simple face is also good, but it is slightly inferior to Zhao Ya and Zhang Shouying. But there seems to be a quiet temperament in her body. It's just that at this time, this temperament is destroyed by the bite marks and scratches on the dense body. The woman's delicate face had two lines of clear tears, and her face was deeply tired. The frown tightened as if he was having some kind of nightmare, which made people feel pitiful to see. The towering crisp chest was tightly attached to his chest, and the jade arm was undoubtedly entangled with himself. The source of the pain she had brought her last night was still in her. Because of the early morning, it is quietly rising.

"Uh-huh......!" The woman groaned in pain, her hands undoubtedly tightened. and Feng Yong are more tightly attached.

Feng Yong secretly smiled bitterly. Thinking carefully about everything last night and the woman in front of him, Feng Yong couldn't help but have a hint of realization in his heart. Then a wave of anger rose in my heart. All this must have been arranged, and the culprit must be the mother who was in a hurry to hold her grandson. Mother has always wanted to let herself take a concubine, but she has never paid attention to it, but she didn't expect such a thing to happen now.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Feng Yong still gave up complaining about his mother. For he saw the bloody red of the messy bed. It is a symbol of a woman's chastity. And although the woman in front of him is not a natural beauty, she doesn't look annoying to him. If you take it, you will receive it. If you don't like it, it's a big deal not to go to her room. This is also the prerogative of men in this era. As for being unfair to women, Feng Yong never thought about it. He wasn't in the mood to think about it. Coming to this world, Feng Yong grew not only ambition, but also the machismo hidden deep in his bones. Whether you like it or not, a woman you have touched is never allowed to be touched by others. Whether it's said that Feng Yong is domineering, or what to say, Feng Yong is now such an idea. The woman in front of her is different from Han Xiangling, after all, it is just a non-binding marriage contract. Feng Yong can do it without caring about it, but the woman in front of him is married to him. Feng Yong can't be indifferent.

Although he was vague about what happened last night, Feng Yong remembered it clearly. The woman groaned in pain as she leaned towards her. From that painful moan, it was proved that she did not do it voluntarily. It's just that at that time, Feng Yong also lost his mind under the dual effects of medicinal food and old wine. The more painful the woman, the more excited he becomes. This may also be a perverted desire for conquest hidden in his bones.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong extinguished the ** in his heart. Then gently took the woman's jade arm away. And carefully covered the quilt for the woman, and stood up naked. Looking at the neat clothes next to him, Feng Yong knew that someone must have come in before he woke up. It's a pity that I and this woman slept too heavily because of fatigue at that time. He's okay, after all, he is strong and strong, except for some backache, his spirit is still good, but looking at the appearance of the woman in the bed, he doesn't want to get out of bed for three days. Thinking of this, Feng Yong felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

Dressed neatly, Feng Yong looked at the woman on the bed with a complicated expression. He whispered, "I don't know who you are, but since it happened." I, Feng Yong, will be responsible to the end. Rest well! Feng Yong gently covered her with the quilt. Then he turned and went out. Although I don't hate my mother in my heart, I should ask my mother for an explanation. And such a thing, Feng Yong definitely doesn't want to happen a second time.

(To be continued)