Farmer of Shu Han

When Sima Zhao came to Chang'an, he did not take the best path.

That is to return from Yecheng to Luoyang, and then from Luoyang to Chang'an.

Instead, go to Jingxing from Yecheng to Taiyuan, then go south from Taiyuan to Hedong, and finally cross the river to Chang'an.

Not only is the road difficult to walk, but the journey is also farther away.

And what people didn't expect was that he was two days faster than expected.

Not only that, but after taking a bath in the building, he immediately visited Feng Da Sima, which shows his eagerness.

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"Son, we've been apart for several years, I never thought we'd meet again, are you safe?"

Sima Zhao, who was waiting in the living room, heard these words in the nightmare, looked up again, and saw Feng with a warm smile coming in from the door.

He was so startled that his body trembled.

Subconsciously looked behind, but did not see the murderous cavalry.

Fortunately, this is not a dream.

This is Chang'an, not Luoyang.

"Zhao, I met Jun Feng."

Sima Zhao got up quickly and bowed to Sima Feng.

Although there is a similar age difference, Feng Da Sima is by no means comparable to Sima Zhao in terms of reputation or status.

In addition, the situation in the Han and Wei Dynasties was easy to change.

Sima Zhao knew very well that this time he came here was quite different from the last time.

The last time we came here, we exchanged captives with equal identities.

But this time, they came to send Luoyang off—this is a nice way of saying it.

To put it bluntly, it is to cut the city for peace.

This made Sima Zhao, who already had a psychological burden, even more stressed.

"Son, what do you mean? You don't need to be so polite, haha, hahaha!"

Looking at Sima Zhao whose head was about to drop to the ground, Da Sima Feng laughed loudly, stepped forward to help him up, and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Sit, sit down."

Sima Zhao said in a low voice, "Thank you Feng Jun."

"Come here, bring me my Dianchi tea, let me have a taste."

After so many years of growing tea, making tea and selling tea, plus Feng has a little knowledge of tea - after all, he is a person who has been tricked by profiteers into his whole family.

Therefore, the tea industry in Nanzhong is booming.

There are not only large tea bricks exclusively sold to the grassland tribes, but also high-grade tea exclusively supplied to the Han region, and even special-grade tea exclusively supplied internally.

For example, the Dianchi tea in Feng's mouth.

Good tea naturally needs to be accompanied by tea ceremony.

The tea lady quickly came up with the tea set, cleaned her hands, rewarded the utensils, washed the pot, brewed, sealed the pot...

Full sense of ceremony.

The hands of the tea lady were as white as jade, slender and slender, and her face was gentle and quiet.

Coupled with the special porcelain tea set that is very precious at first glance.

The steam is lingering, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Sima Zhao couldn't help holding his breath, a little dazed.

I have heard before that Empress Dowager Yu once showed such skills in front of the late emperor.

From today's perspective, most of the rumors are not false.

"In the past, when people mentioned Nanzhong, they only said that it was a barbaric land full of plagues and insects and beasts."

"Who would have expected that not only brown sugar but also tea can be produced there now!"

Speaking, Feng Da Sima pointed to the Dianchi tea brought up by the maid, and motioned Sima Zhao to have a taste:

"Take a good taste of this tea. This tea is only supplied to the Xinghan Association internally, and it is rarely seen outside."

"I don't know how many rich and noble families there are in Chang'an City. They want to ask for a lot of money, but they can't get it!"

Sima Zhao didn't expect that Feng would let him drink tea as soon as he came up.

How could he do this?

Although I drank tea before, it was mostly ginger tea, and I seldom drank this kind of clear tea.

First of all, as Feng Da Sima said, good tea is rarely spread outside, and it is already rare to supply the Han Kingdom.

Secondly, although clear tea has become popular among the upper class in various countries, there are still many people who are more accustomed to the stronger ginger tea.

Sima Zhao is one of them.

But at this moment, the scene made him raise his glass and sip it involuntarily.

After taking a sip of the good tea that Feng Da Sima said, he immediately felt his eloquence linger on, and his lips and tongue returned sweetness. He couldn't help admiring: "Good tea!"

Feng Da Sima looked at him with a smile:

"Is it? Is it good tea? This Dianchi tea is exactly as its name suggests, it is produced in Nanzhong Dianchi."

"Dianchi Lake is the largest lake in South China. It is surrounded by many streams of water, and there are many high mountains. It is often surrounded by clouds and mists. It is a good place for tea production."

Hearing what Feng Da Sima said, Sima Zhao's eyes became extremely complicated:

"Da Sima really has extraordinary insight."

Then he was afraid that the other person would see his thoughts, so he lowered his head and took a sip of tea in a concealed manner.

That's right, Qin Huang opened the five-foot way, Han Wu pursued the way and was poisoned, and the world talks a lot about wasting people and money.

Today Zhuge pacifies Nanzhong, Feng Mingwen grows tea and sugar cane, so what?

I heard that the northern prairie tribes regard tea as a life-saving thing.

How many tribes are willing to be dogs to someone Feng for that piece of tea brick?

In order to win over that Tuoba tribe in Youzhou, my lord even specially collected a lot of tea.

It can be seen the importance of tea to grassland tribes.

But such an important thing is in the hands of Han Guo, and it is still in the so-called wild land of Nanzhong.

If Wei could also produce tea and brown sugar...

This thought flashed through Sima Zhao's mind, and he quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

The habit of drinking tea has been spread for a long time, but it is only Feng Da Sima who can make this kind of clear tea.

Not to mention being able to take out tea leaves to lure the barbarians.

If Feng Da Sima was born in the Later Han Dynasty, why did the Later Han Dynasty cause Liangzhou to be in turmoil for more than a hundred years?

As for brown sugar, let alone.

Zhejiang, stone honey and other things have long existed in the south of the Yangtze River.

But for hundreds of years, who can make brown sugar?

Just as Sima Zhao was having mixed thoughts, he heard Feng Da Sima ask again:

"Shaking his head like this, do you think there is something wrong with this tea?"

Sima Zhao was startled, he quickly raised his head to look at Feng Da Sima, and shook his head at the same time:

"No no!"

Sensing Feng Da Sima's inquiring gaze, Sima Zhao explained:

"Zhao is just lamenting that Da Sima is really a pedantic celestial being, and he can make such a wild place like Nanzhong produce such good things as tea and brown sugar. Zhao really admires it, so he sighs."

When Feng Da Sima heard this, he laughed and pointed at Sima Zhao:

"I can't tell, Zishang is so good at talking."

"Big Sima has won the prize."

"It's not a compliment," Feng Da Sima looked at Sima Zhao meaningfully, "I'm afraid it's because you are so good at talking that Sima Gong asked you to come to Chang'an twice in a row, right?"

When Sima Zhao heard this, he smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Da Sima didn't continue to embarrass him, but asked:

"But I don't know why I came here this time?"

Hearing that Feng Da Sima finally brought up the topic, Sima Zhao immediately lifted his spirits, and was about to speak, then looked around again.

Feng looked at him with a half-smile, and then waved his hand, motioning both sides to go down.

In fact, Sima Zhao originally wanted to talk in a more private place, but when he saw Feng Da Sima Da Ma Jindao sitting there motionless, and he didn't seem to move at all, he could only sigh secretly in his heart.

The power is not as good as others, and there is no right to make more demands, so what can I do?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Sima Zhao seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he raised his cup and took another sip of tea, and then said:

"Actually, my lord asked me to come here, just to bring a word to Feng Jun."

"Oh?" Da Sima Feng raised his glass and took a sip, then put the teacup on the table and asked calmly, "What are you talking about?"

"Do you want to take Luoyang?"

Feng Da Sima narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his hand on the table slightly, touching the teacup at hand.

After staring at Sima Zhao for a while, Sima Zhao felt a little uneasy, so Feng Da Sima said:

"Is this what Sima Gong meant?"

Sima Zhao smiled wryly:

"Naturally. If not, would Zhao still dare to say this to Feng Jun in private?"

Feng Da Sima didn't speak, but just looked at Sima Zhao quietly, and there was a sudden silence between the two.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Da Sima suddenly burst out laughing, almost to the point of tears:

"As expected, Sima Zhongda is worthy!"

It is exactly the same as Sima Yi in history.

Know the current affairs, be able to endure, and be ruthless.

Cao Cao pretended to be sick when he didn't want to be an official at first, and he took office as soon as he heard that he was about to go to prison.

If you can beat it, you can rush 1,200 miles in eight days, if you can't beat it, you can dress up as a woman and ask for a fight.

Even in the face of Cao Shuang, a pig, he could hide and wait for the opportunity.

In this plane, Sima Yi still has the same style.

Knowing that they can't fight, even if they have an army of 200,000, they can abandon the pass in spite of the urging of the puppet emperor Wei in Luoyang.

Now that he knows that he can't keep Luoyang, he simply surrenders.

If you despise this person because of this, you will pay the price if you are not careful.

Cao Shuang from the original history and Wei Yan from this plane are role models.

Seeing Feng Da Sima laughing so loudly, Sima Zhao was a little confused, and he didn't know why Feng Da Sima said this:

"Why is Feng Jun laughing?"

"Nothing." Da Sima Feng wiped the corners of his eyes, rubbed his cheeks, and tried hard to get himself back to normal. "I'm afraid Mr. Sima won't just give up Luoyang so easily, right? I don't know what you want? Please tell me." No problem."

Sima Zhao's expression was a little aggressive:

"As Da Sima said, Your Excellency wants to exchange Luoyang for a road."

When Feng Da Sima heard it, he was a little curious: "The way? What kind of way?"

"The business route from Taiyuan to Yecheng."

"The commercial route from Taiyuan to Yecheng?" Feng Da Sima repeated, and immediately understood, "Sima Gong wants us to let go of Jingxing and let the caravan travel?"

"Exactly."

Among the eight Xings in Taihang, the best one to go is Jingxing.

This road is also an important road for merging the two states of Hebei.

Qin destroyed Zhao and followed this path.

After the death of Qin Shihuang, Li Si, Zhao Gao and others also took this road to transport the corpse back to Xianyang.

Han Xin defeated Zhao Miedai, and he still walked this way...

The last stand refers to this battle.

There are rumors in the world that the "Wu'an Jun Art of War" in Feng's hands was given to Han Xin by Li Zuoche after this battle.

"I don't understand. Now Luoyang is still in the hands of Sima Gong. Chang'an's caravan is going to Luoyang openly and secretly. I don't know how much."

Feng Da Sima asked with some doubts, "You know, the caravan is willing to go from Chang'an to Luoyang, but not necessarily willing to detour to Taiyuan."

In the past, when Hangu Pass was still in the hands of Wei, both Han and Wei scrutinized the caravans traveling on the Weihan Ancient Road.

As a result, many caravans smuggled and smuggled goods from Maojin Gudu and other places in order to avoid inspection.

That's why it happened that the Tiger Guards smuggled into Maojin, and Mi Langjun came to meet him at night.

Now that Hangu Pass is lost, for Wei Guo, Luoyang has almost become an undefended city.

Who to let go, how much to let go, and when to let go are all decided by the big man.

Under the deliberate indulgence of the big man, the caravans that come and go are also growing day by day.

Under such circumstances, Sima Yi actually wanted to open another business channel, which really surprised Feng Da Sima.

Isn't he afraid of another Maojindu incident?

Even if lessons have been learned and strict precautions are taken, the risks will increase as soon as the gate is opened.

With Sima Yi's old tortoise temperament, it is impossible not to see this.

Picture what?

Could it be that the matter of Xu Chang was leaked, or was it spread to Sima Yi's ears so quickly?

It shouldn't be!

Only Sima Zhao replied:

"Based on the current situation, Luoyang seems to be in Wei, but in fact it is in Han. Don't you know Feng Jun?"

Rather than waiting to lose Luoyang and lose the initiative of the commercial road with Chang'an, it is better to take the initiative to establish another commercial road that belongs exclusively to Yecheng, so as to be prepared.

Feng Da Sima vaguely guessed something, and unconsciously turned the teacup in his hand.

Luoyang is also the old capital of the Han Dynasty.

If a complete Luoyang can be won without casualties, it will be a very big temptation for the big man.

Especially for Adou, this is definitely something worth going to the ancestral temple to offer sacrifices to and inform Liu's ancestors.

But things in Xuchang have not been arranged yet.

The timing of Sima Yi sending such a big gift is very coincidental, and it is also worth pondering.

It made Feng feel a little hesitant.

If you don't agree, you will definitely be criticized.

It will even provide evidence for the rumors that the bandits are self-respecting and deliberately not taking Luoyang for the sake of business.

But if he agrees, it will inevitably affect the affairs of Xuchang.

And it may affect the penetration of operations in Nanyang, Xuchang and other places.

Taking Luoyang, which is already in the bag of a big man, in exchange for the risk of not knowing Sima Yi's final plan, and Xuchang's plan has to be changed.

This made Feng Da Sima feel unwilling.

As expected, this old Sima thief can always step on the key points.

After thinking about it, Feng Da Sima finally said to Sima Zhao:

"This matter is of great importance. I am afraid that I alone cannot make a hasty decision. Please go back first, and allow me to report to the Son of Heaven for a discussion."

When Sima Zhao heard this, he became anxious immediately, and quickly reminded:

"Da Sima, this matter is a secret matter. It will not be written down, and it must not be leaked, otherwise..."

Halfway through the speech, Sima Zhao didn't seem to know what to say later.

To put it lightly, the other party will not pay attention to it at all.

To put it seriously, the other party will not pay attention to it at all.

Feng Da Sima seemed to see Sima Zhao's embarrassment, and asked with a half-smile: "Otherwise, would Sima Gong want to defend Luoyang to the death?"

Sima Zhao was embarrassed.

"Don't worry, sir, the last time the prisoners were exchanged, Sima Gong didn't make a big deal of it. I accept his favor. This time, I won't be a villain either."

Although Feng Da Sima is already laying out the layout of Wu, the big man is not yet ready to go east.

There is not enough money and food.

Reserve officials are not enough.

Most of the New Deal has been implemented, and it is not yet finished.

Still need to wait.

Most importantly, with the prudence of Sima Old Turtle, it is absolutely impossible to leave obvious clues in this matter.

Even if Luoyang is handed over, it is estimated that he will have to play a play with him.

Forcing him to do the fake show for real would not be beautiful—of course, if the fake show is actually profitable, Feng Da Sima wouldn't mind doing it with real swords and guns.