Farmer of Shu Han

Not to mention before the Three Kingdoms era, even if you look at the entire ancient Chinese history, organized and premeditated dumping activities against enemy countries rarely occurred.

On the contrary, the currency war appeared very early-for example, the Hengshan conspiracy, the Yinli conspiracy, and the Jingmao conspiracy played by the patriarch Guan Zhong.

the reason is simple.

Because dumping requires a large amount of materials as a basis, and it needs to last for a long time until the industrial chain of the opponent's related parties is completely defeated.

In the case of the ancient small-scale peasant economy, it was already a prosperous age when most of the common people had enough food and clothing. How could there be any surplus materials to sell to opponents at low prices?

Ji Han is a strange thing now.

It has a farming technology that is ahead of the Wei and Wu countries.

In terms of organizational ability and local control, it is also far superior to Wei and Wu.

At the same time, there is also a xinghan society that is extremely eager for labor, raw materials, and markets.

Hua Niangzi got Linyi rice seeds and successfully planted them around Jincheng, which acted as a catalyst.

With the huge resources controlled by the Xinghan Club, in the next few years, wherever Linyi rice is suitable for planting, it will definitely be rapidly promoted on a large scale.

The court may be more cautious, but as long as the government sees the real output of Linyi rice planted by Xinghan.

With Ji Han's organizational ability and local control ability, I believe he will soon follow.

In addition, many pastures have been opened in recent years, which can provide enough cattle.

Cooperating with the improvement of farming tools, this has led to the continuous expansion of cultivated land.

In addition, it has two lands of abundance.

It is foreseeable that Jihan has continued to grow for more than ten years, and the grain production curve that has just begun to become flat in the past two years may usher in another wave of steep rise in the next few years.

This is Feng Junhou's confidence in dumping grains in Jingzhou, the state of Wu.

After all... cheap food hurts farmers!

Whether it is the court or the people, there is a strong demand for external expansion (unification).

Compared with using dumping to control the enemy's food supply, currency wars are easier.

Because the ticket is jointly endorsed by Ji Han and Xing Hanhui.

As long as the tickets can be exchanged from Ji Han for brown sugar, wine, wool, and even food, a series of luxury and livelihood materials.

The face value of that note will always be strong—at least it will be stronger than the big iron coins cast by Emperor Wu.

Currencies issued by other countries can circulate freely within a country, and their reputation and purchasing power far exceed those of coins minted in the country. What does this mean?

It means that the country has completely lost its monetary sovereignty.

Just look at the late Qing Dynasty to see how miserable the consequences were.

At that time, the domestic wealth will be plundered by other countries at will, and the country will eventually be completely reduced to the economic vassal of other countries.

Of course, this is just Feng Junhou's assumption about the future of Wu.

Whether it can be done depends on luck.

But Jingzhou must have been put in the pot, as long as it is cooked slowly, it can be eaten in the stomach.

But these things are for the future.

The most important thing right now is for the emperor of the Han Dynasty to visit Chang'an in person.

In Guanzhong at the end of June, the vegetation was lush and the crops growing in the fields made the boundless land dark green.

Wild deer, wild boar, fox... Unwilling to retreat to remote areas, they are nostalgic for the original barrenness, and often sneak into the crop fields in search of food.

On the surface, it looks very peaceful in Wo Ye, and pheasants, ducks, or other water birds show up from time to time.

It's a pity that all of this, because of the half-empty sun, makes people lose their appreciation.

There was no cloud in the sky, even if Feng Junhou was sitting in the post pavilion, he could still feel the sun scorching the ground outside.

A gust of hot wind blew up, rolling up a wave of heat from the ground, burning and suffocating people.

The weeds couldn't stand the sun, and the leaves were curled into thin strips.

Under the shade of the trees around the post pavilion, there were many officials and soldiers who came to welcome the emperor, and most of them were like the leaves of the tree, shriveled by the sun.

Feng Junhou sat in the post pavilion, drinking tea one after another.

There was obviously the sound of water splashing in his stomach, but his mouth always felt thirsty.

The most unbearable thing is that in this hot season, you still have to wear thick Chinese clothes. If you move a little, the underwear will be sticky and sweaty.

Wearing a big military crown with a golden pen on it, with a cicada as a text and a sable tail as a decoration, you can tell the difference from other military officer's military crowns at a glance.

For example, Wei Yan's martial arts crown, the general of Zhendong, has no cicadas and no sable tails.

As for the others, they don't even have gold pendants.

Feng Junhou's Wuguan, this is a special gift from the emperor of the Han family to show his favor.

However, Feng Junhou wanted to change it with others, because this hat, worn in this kind of weather, felt a bit heavier than others.

On the already thick and heavy Chinese clothes, there was a pair of jade seals hanging from the waist, measuring two centimeters long and six centimeters square.

In addition to the jade seal, there is also a purple ribbon representing the status of a prince.

The bits and pieces on her body are simply designed to suffer.

"Where did the emperor's car go?"

Feng Junhou looked at the soldiers outside the station sheltering from the sun, then looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and asked a question.

"My lord, it's already ten miles away."

Feng Junhou reached out his hand to untie his fancy clothes, but was glared at by General Guan who was standing aside, so he had to put down his hand resentfully, and took another sip of tea.

In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, groggy and do not want to move.

It is impolite to doze off when welcoming the emperor. Although Feng Junhou drank tea, although he didn't doze off, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Closing his eyes and resting his mind, Wei Yan seemed to feel Feng Junhou's discomfort, opened his eyes and glanced at him, sneered, and closed his eyes again.

It seems that he is extremely disdainful of Feng's impetuousness.

Seeing Wei Yan's appearance, Feng Junhou immediately became angry.

On a hot day, it is easy to get angry.

In addition, he left the city before dawn and rushed to the post thirty miles away to wait for the emperor. He couldn't eat or sleep well, so it's no wonder Feng Junhou felt better.

It's just that at this time, if you quarreled with Wei Yan, it would be rude to Junqian.

If it wasn't for this post pavilion, he wouldn't be sitting under the same roof as Mr. Wei.

When the Son of Heaven came to Chang'an in person, Zhendong General and Zhendong Great General, one was the actual power holder in Guanzhong, and the other had the title of the highest general, so naturally they all came to greet him.

After all, no matter how important the Shangdang was, it was far from being able to keep the Great Han's General Zhendong guarding it all the time.

General Zhendong and Great General Zhendong were at odds, and they kept their eyes on each other. Of the few people who were eligible to stay in the post booth, no one stood up to ease the atmosphere.

Although Feng Junhou might sell face, but with the temperament of old general Wei, he would stand up at this time, most likely because he wanted to make fun of himself.

As long as the two of you don't quarrel, let's be dull.

The dullness in the post pavilion made the sound of cicadas outside appear louder.

Wei Yan turned Feng Junhou's face off, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

Hearing the sound of cicadas outside, he rolled his eyes, suddenly took off his big hat, held it up with both hands, looked left and right, and said to himself:

"This cicada is really beautiful..."

Wei Yan's face was expressionless, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Feng Junhou turned the hat in his hand again, and raised his voice:

"This sable tail is also good..."

Wei Yan twitched his face, but still didn't say a word.

Feng Junhou sighed:

"It's a pity that there is only one such beautiful crown hat. Some people want to wear it, but they are not qualified to wear it..."

As soon as these words came out, the two brother-in-laws, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, couldn't help but clenched the scabbard around their waists.

This is no longer rhetoric, but overturning a boatload of people with one blow!

It was Wei Yan who was more obvious than the two brother-in-laws.

But when he finally opened his eyes, he stood up abruptly, pressed his right hand on the handle of the black saber at his waist, and glared at Feng Junhou:

"Little Dare!"

Maybe it was too much movement, General Guan subconsciously dodged to stand in front of Feng Junhou.

I saw that her right hand was also pressed on the handle of the same black knife, staring at Wei Yan, with a stern face, and said in a deep voice:

"What does General Wei want to do?"

There was a slight commotion in the post pavilion.

Wei Yan looked around, but when he saw Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, Zhao Guang, Yang Wanwan and others, they all reacted.

Everyone put their hands on the handles of their knives, their expressions solemn, and there was a faint tendency to surround Feng Junhou in the middle.

Each of them had exactly the same pure black saber around their waists, this was the special saber used by Gongqing and generals when welcoming the emperor.

Wei Yan glared at Feng Junhou who was behind Guan Xiaojunhou, and finally groaned angrily, turned and walked out of the post pavilion.

Wei Yan's departure made everyone secretly relieved.

General Guan turned around and said to Feng Junhou slightly dissatisfied:

"Well, it's okay, what do you have to do to provoke him?"

Anyway, there are no outsiders here, and General Guan has no need to hide himself.

Feng Junhou pouted:

"Nonsense, I didn't provoke him, obviously he provoked me first."

General Guan was still dissatisfied:

"He dared to draw his sword against Yang Yi in front of the prime minister, but now no one here can hold him down, what if something really happens?"

As soon as Wei Yan left, the atmosphere relaxed inexplicably, and Guan Xing also persuaded from the side:

"Siniang is right, Mingwen, Old General Wei is the Great General of Zhendong, and his qualifications are older than yours. If you bear with it, no one will think that you are afraid of him." It is a rare move to give in to you, so you should avoid messing with Old General Wei in the future."

"That's right, that's right." Zhang Bao also said something, and then touched his chin, "An Guo's words, with the old General Wei's previous style of doing things, are really surprising."

Feng Junhou snorted and said nothing.

What's so unexpected about this?

If you took the engineering battalion from me, and then I gave you a piece of credit for attacking the Shangdang, you wouldn't get into trouble with me here.

Although Mrs. Wei has a bad temper, he still has to be cheeky, and he doesn't hide things when he does things—to put it bluntly, his EQ is too low.

Sitting upright like a clay bodhisattva on a hot day is really uncomfortable.

At this time, as soon as the old man Wei left, Feng Junhou immediately relaxed, leaning against the pillar of the post pavilion without image, let out a long breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep:

"I don't know why, anyway, I just feel upset when he dangles in front of me."

As brother-in-law Guan said, Mr. Wei is the oldest, most experienced, and has the highest status in name, but it's really nothing.

If it was someone else, talking to everyone as an elder, time would pass.

However, this person doesn't even have a single person to talk to. He is stuck here, and the entire post pavilion is a high-pressure zone.

Not to mention that there are all juniors here, if he doesn't speak, who would dare to speak casually except Feng Junhou?

But seeing Feng Junhou yawned:

"Now that he's gone, I feel relieved."

Seeing his brother-in-law's appearance, Guan Xing felt a little helpless, and tried to persuade him:

"What will happen if you endure for a while? Your status is different now, so you should pay more attention to your words and deeds."

Zhao Guang, on the other hand, agreed with his elder brother's words:

"Brother is right. For some reason, my younger brother feels much more at ease once Old General Wei leaves."

"What do you know! Go away!" Guan Xiaojun scolded, "You don't think it's messy enough?"

It was nothing before, can it be the same now?

The emperor has come to Chang'an in person.

With his current status as Alang, how can he still act as he did before?

Feng Junhou waved his hand:

"Forget it, people are gone anyway, so it's meaningless to say these things. Brothers, this time, the Northern and Southern Army you lead are in charge of welcoming the emperor."

"The Son of Heaven is coming soon, you should drink some tea and check how the soldiers outside are getting ready."

The North and South Army is the Forbidden Army rebuilt by the Adou couple with their own small treasury.

Following the prime minister's northern expedition to Guanzhong this time, the first battle was a head-to-head confrontation with the Wei Guozhong army led by Qin Lang.

It can be said that this is a duel between the imperial guards of Wei and Han.

Wei Guoxin's Fifth Army is mostly elite soldiers and veterans, and logically speaking, its combat effectiveness must be stronger than that of the North and South Army newly built by the little fat man.

It's a pity that this imperial army of the Wei State was used by Sima Yi to cut off the tail to survive, and the luck was not good.

After the battle in Guanzhong, the northern and southern armies were bloody and began to really grow.

Barely achieved the prime minister's intention:

After he left, the emperor could immediately control a guard army that was capable of actual combat and was completely loyal to the emperor.

The little fat man has mastered both the Shangshutai and such a guard army, so he can smoothly carry out the transition of power.

Today is the day when the northern and southern armies are truly under the control of the emperor.

"The Son of Heaven is here!"

After the news came from the last cavalry carrying the order flag, not far away, densely packed chariots and horses began to appear.

"The Son of Heaven is here, hurry up, clean up!"

The soldiers who had been sticking out their tongues and gasping for breath after being exposed to the sun, seemed to regain their vitality in an instant after receiving the news, and began to neigh.

"That is how the matter?"

Feng Junhou suddenly pointed to the front and shouted.

But I saw someone riding a horse and leaving the team to meet the emperor's chariot who was approaching.

Guan Xiaojunhou raised his binoculars to look at it, and his tone became cold: "It's Wei Wenchang, he passed by himself."

"Old man!"

Feng Junhou's face suddenly turned livid.

damn it!

I was thinking too much, I overestimated Wei old man's big picture!

I thought he took the initiative to take a step back, but it turned out that he wanted to give me this.

To welcome the emperor, there are rules of who goes first.

Wei Yan is the general of Zhendong, and Feng Junhou is the one who takes over from the prime minister to guard Guanzhong.

So logically speaking, the two should take the lead to greet them together.

Obviously, Wei Yan didn't think so at all, maybe he thought he wanted to be ahead of Feng Junhou, so he took the lead.

"Let all the generals and officials follow up."

Feng Junhou gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

At the same time, someone fetched the horse, turned on the horse, and had to follow Wei Yan to meet the emperor's chariot.

The little fat man had already received the report. He poked his head out of the parked car, his eyes widened, trying to find the person he wanted to see in the crowd.

Unexpectedly, before he could see clearly, someone shouted loudly in front of him:

"Chen Wei Yan, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Um?

The little fat man stretched his neck involuntarily, trying to see what was going on ahead.

Why is there only one Wei Yan as the leader?

Where is my brother-in-law?

"Where is Feng Qing?"