Farmer of Shu Han

I have long had the idea of ​​using Amei's identity to make a fuss, but Amei's background is indeed somewhat difficult to use in this era.

At least in the eyes of a wealthy family, it would be a big joke for a Yi girl to want to become a daughter of a wealthy family.

So we can only slowly raise Amei's reputation and clear her identity.

This is a delicate job, but also a slow job, and there is no need to rush.

Moreover, Nanyang was considered the hinterland of Wei at that time, so it was useless to be anxious.

It's different now.

Nanyang was surrounded on three sides.

Xuchang, the only escape route, was also frightened three times a day, fearing that Luoyang's army would suddenly appear below the city.

Once Xuchang is in danger, Nanyang's army will be like a rat in a cage.

It can be said that when Luoyang fell into the hands of the Han Dynasty, the situation in the world changed beyond everyone's expectation.

Even Feng Da Sima and Sima Taifu, who led this incident, did not expect all the changes.

I don’t know if Taifu Sima regretted it.

But I guess there is no use regretting it.

No matter how hard it seemed, Luoyang couldn't hold on.

On Feng Da Sima's side, he began to urgently formulate new plans.

Amei's identity soon came in handy.

Mrs. Mei, Mr. Mei, everyone Mei, there is always a title you like.

Barbarian girl?

What barbarian girl?

You must be joking!

Barbarians are ignorant, let alone barbarian women. How can they achieve such achievements?

This is the bloodline of the Nanyang Zhang family living abroad, and she is also the legitimate daughter of Mengchen!

I was fortunate enough to receive generous support from Feng Da Sima, a disciple of the mountain sect—a generous support in every sense of the word.

This is what led to today's achievements.

With Nanyang facing a precarious situation, it is worth looking forward to how Zhang of Nanyang will react when he suddenly learns that he still has such a life-saving straw.

Seeing the playful smile on Uncle Feng's face, Cao Miao felt a little sweaty.

At a certain moment, he even had a feeling:

Look at Cao Rui's actions, and then look at the auxiliary ministers he chose, especially General Cao.

Facing such an opponent, Wei turned into what he is now. In fact... it is not too unfair.

Don't talk about General Cao. Even if the late emperor is reborn, he probably doesn't know when and where his opponent will start to make plans.

Even if you know that the other party is planning, you have no idea what the other party is planning or how.

Just like Cao Miao at this time, even after hearing Uncle Feng's true purpose, he was still a little confused:

"But uncle and nephew have no contact with Nanyang Zhang family, and they are not familiar with her."

"What if Mr. Zhang really comes looking for me? How will my nephew deal with it without showing any signs of cowardice?"

As if he had expected Cao Miao to ask such a question, Feng Dashima comforted him:

"Don't worry, since I asked you to pretend to be the Zhang family of Nanyang, you have naturally been prepared for it. Let me ask you, do you know Zhang Ji and Zhang Zhongjing?"

"But the satrap who was once the governor of Changsha?"

Feng Dashima nodded: "It's him."

"My nephew has heard of this person."

For Cao Miao, Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills were far less famous than what he did.

As a son of a noble family, he was even promoted to be filial and honest. After he became the governor of Changsha, he actually fell down and did that despicable thing.

Sitting in the court, he did not ask about political affairs, but instead diagnosed diseases for Cangtou Guizhou, turning the government office into a medical clinic.

This incident became a joke among the wealthy families at the time.

Seemingly sensing Cao Miao's thoughts, Feng Da Sima smiled calmly:

"Then do you know where Zhang Zhongjing went later?"

"My nephew doesn't know."

"Went to Lingnan." Feng Dasima didn't show off, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and continued:

"The world was in chaos at that time, so Governor Zhang took his family to Lingnan to escape the chaos."

"At the same time, he also summarized his medical skills. After ten years, he finally wrote a book."

Feng Da Sima put down his tea cup and looked at Cao Miao:

"Everyone knows that Dahan Medical College can compete with the Ghost Emperor for lives, but do you know who wrote the first medical books taught in the medical school?"

Cao Miao tentatively asked in disbelief:

"Could it be Zhang Zhongjing?"

"That's half right," Feng Da Sima put down his teacup and smiled. "The other half is Hua Yuanhua's disciple's summary of his master's medical skills."

Huayuanhua?

Hua Tuo?

Is it the famous doctor who was killed by Emperor Wu?

Cao Miao felt enlightened.

No wonder.

No wonder medical schools are so capable.

"So you understand now, right? Your Aunt Mei comes from Zhang Zhongjing's bloodline. Zhang Zhongjing's descendants inherited the ambition of their ancestors and collected herbs and practiced medicine in the Lingnan area."

"Later, someone entered Nanzhong from Lingnan, and that's how you got your Aunt Mei. It's because of your Aunt Mei that this Zhongjing's medical book was published to the world. Do you understand?"

After hearing this, Cao Miao couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Is this okay?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems to work.

Otherwise, how can we explain Zhang Zhongjing’s medical books?

"My nephew understands."

After quitting, Cao Miao looked up at the sky.

The dusk sky in Chang'an is an unpredictable picture.

The cloud was like a piece of silver, torn and crushed, scattered randomly on the light blue sky, emitting floating light.

Like pieces of broken ice, pieces floated on the water. After a while, they rolled up waves, majestic and majestic, as if they were about to pour down from the nine heavens.

The ever-changing clouds in the sky are just like Uncle Feng's thoughts, which are unpredictable.

Until now, he was still full of doubts about Aunt Mei's true identity, or in other words, about Aunt Mei's real surname.

Is Aunt Mei really named Zhang?

Or was it a scam carefully concocted by his uncle?

I originally thought that my uncle wanted me to remain anonymous, so I casually said my last name was Zhang.

Later I found out that this was to use Aunt Mei's name to deceive the barbarians.

When I came back after deceiving the foreigners, I realized that the deception was just a matter of convenience.

The real target is the seemingly unrelated Zhang family of Nanyang.

No, Nanyang Zhang's is not the final destination either.

The final goal is Nanyang County and the Wei army there!

Even Cao Miao suspected that Nanyang was just the beginning.

Considering Nanyang's geographical advantage over Jingzhou, it is not surprising that a certain uncle would like to take advantage of this to do something against Jingzhou.

Thinking of this, Cao's nephew couldn't help but shudder.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is just the origin and surname of a concubine.

If it had been anyone else, this kind of thing would never have spread beyond the backyard.

But such a trivial matter was played out by one of his uncles.

Think again about General Cao of the Wei Dynasty. He also knew how to play, but he played with women.

And the person he was playing with was the late emperor’s woman.

But there is a huge difference between playing and playing.

The uncle played with his concubine and came up with a strategy to conquer the country, General Cao played with the late emperor's talented people and came up with a strategy to move the capital in embarrassment...

well!

But it's useless to think about this now.

Because the moment he saw Uncle Feng, there was no way out.

Of course, for Cao Miao, he did not need a retreat.

I'm just afraid that when the time comes, the Cao family of Wei Dynasty will use themselves as a retreat.

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The summer of Yanxi's seventh year was a bit hot.

Especially Nanjun in Jingzhou.

Since ancient times, Nanjun has been the center of Jingzhou.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Ying, the capital of Chu State, fell within the scope of Nanjun.

Later, when the Qin Dynasty unified the world, Jingzhou ruled Jiangling in Nanjun, so Nanjun was often referred to as Jingzhou.

Later, the Former Han Dynasty established the Jingzhou Prefectural History Department, all of which belonged to Nanjun.

It can be said that although Liu Biao later moved the state government of Jingzhou to Xiangyang, firstly to guard against the north, and secondly because of Liu Biao's power, he could only control the central and northern areas centered on Xiangyang at first.

And Nanjun is the veritable center of Jingzhou.

After Wu broke the alliance and took Jingzhou, it also took Nanjun as its base.

Now even if the Wu Kingdom captured Xiangyang, Nanjun's status was still unshakable.

Because Xiangyang is on the front line, it can only serve as a barrier for Jingzhou.

Over the years, Nanjun has become the most important transit point between Han and Wu.

Whether traveling from the State of Wu to the State of Han, or from the State of Han to the State of Wu, business envoys must pass through here.

In particular, the various materials shipped from Han not only brought an abnormal commercial prosperity to Nanjun, but also met Jingzhou's food needs.

Over the years, the price of food in Nanjun has been hovering around more than 300 yuan, which is comparable to the price of food in Shu, the land of abundance.

Compared with the price of food in Jiangdong, which is thousands or even thousands of dollars, Nanjun is really the most peaceful place to live and work in Wu Kingdom.

But this situation changed after the summer grain was put into storage this year.

"What? Six hundred dollars! Why did it go up so much?"

In a large grain store in Jiangling City, a man with a cloth bag on his shoulders was shouting excitedly to the store clerk:

"The summer grain has just come down. If you don't lower the price, just raise it. What's the point?"

It stands to reason that every time summer and autumn grains arrive in the warehouse, grain stores will lower their prices to clear out the warehouses, just to sell the old grains as soon as possible so that the warehouses can be emptied to receive new grains.

This man came over happily, intending to buy three to five more bushels of grain.

Unexpectedly, this time, instead of lowering the price, it actually increased.

And this increase has almost doubled.

The waiter's face was full of helplessness, but he patiently explained:

"This guest, we subordinates can't decide what the price of food is. It's all the price set by the employer."

"My boss? Where's your boss? Why don't you come out? Why don't you go and grab the food prices you set at such a high price?"

The boss inside had long heard the commotion outside. He lifted the curtain and although there was a smile on his face, his tone did not mean to apologize at all:

"Guest, guest, don't be so loud. You don't know something. Now the price of food in the entire Jiangling City is this."

"If you don't believe it, why don't you go and find out? This is really not our intention to raise prices, because this year, there isn't much new grain coming at all!"

"Most of what I sell in my store now are locally produced grains, which I personally brought with others and spent a lot of money to collect. You think it's expensive, but I still think it's expensive!"

Not to mention Jiangling, even the entire Nanjun County has people growing food.

But those are all grown by the big family’s manors for their own food, and they don’t grow much, most of them are only enough for themselves.

What fool is still growing food these days?

Especially after the change from rice to mulberry in the past two years.

Large tracts of fertile land in Nanjun are either planted with sugar cane or mulberry trees.

Two years ago, I heard that a secret method was passed down from the Shu Kingdom, which not only allowed the silkworms raised by everyone to spin more silk.

The most important thing is that it allows everyone to raise silkworms for two seasons in a year.

As long as a document is signed with the Shu people, the Shu people will not only recycle the raw silk produced in the future at a high price, but will even give them a certain share of low-priced Shu brocade.

This is a big deal.

Isn't it exactly the same as that kind of sugar cane?

I missed the opportunity to make a fortune growing sugar cane, so I couldn’t miss the opportunity to grow mulberry and raise silkworms this time.

Not to mention whether recycling raw silk is expensive or not, just having a certain share of low-priced Sichuan brocade is enough to make people excited.

I heard that there is a kind of Plum Blossom Machine over there in Shu. The jacquard silk brocade weaved has unique patterns and varied patterns. It is the best among Shu brocades.

Once the Shu brocade is taken out, I don’t know how many people want to grab it.

Therefore, the wealthy families in Jingzhou went crazy and wanted to sign contracts with the Shu people.

How much money can you make selling jaggery and raw silk?

The grain shipped from Shu is abundant and cheap.

I spent half of the money I earned on food, but I couldn’t even finish it.

Growing food, what is that but a fool?

But as ordinary people, how can a man who comes to buy food know so many secrets?

He just wanted to take advantage of the rare price drop in food during the year to buy more for his father and husband to take home to feed his wife and children.

"Why isn't this expensive?"

The man's face turned red with anger, "The price of food has not changed for so many years. Why did it suddenly rise so much this year? What are you doing, robbing us?"

Seeing how entangled the other party was, the boss clicked his tongue, feeling a little impatient and waved his hand:

"Didn't you tell me? There will be no grain harvest this year, and the grain stores all over the city don't have much grain left in stock. They are all at this price. This guest, let me ask, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the store darken and several more people walked into the store.

After seeing the person clearly, the man who originally asked his employer couldn't help but quietly retreated to a corner.

Without it.

Because the person who came was not only aggressive, but also wearing weapons.

These days, those who can wear weapons while walking outside must either have a good family background or not be kind.

No matter what it is, ordinary people cannot afford it.

Shopkeepers are much more discerning than men.

He even saw that the weapons worn by several people were military-standard weapons.

"Yes, yes! How many captains do you want to buy?"

The boss personally greeted him with an apologetic smile, bowed and nodded and asked.

"We need as much as you have."

Great tone.

The store owner was not surprised.

Over the years, it has become common for the military to come to purchase food.

It's just that this year's situation was special, which made the store owner a little uneasy, so he explained a little carefully:

"Commanders, there is less food this year, and the price of food is no higher than in previous years..."

"Bah!"

A stack of bills hit the desk.

"This is a deposit. We want all the food in your store, as well as the food in the warehouse in the back yard. We are not allowed to sell it to anyone else."

Don't ask about the price of food, just throw money at it.

The store owner was knocked unconscious on the spot and bent even lower:

"Okay, okay! No problem, no problem! The captain is awesome!"

"It's settled. You are not allowed to sell it to anyone else. You will take stock today. We will bring people over tomorrow to move the food."

Without saying much, they hurried out without even looking at the man in the corner, apparently heading to the next house.

The man who seemed to be frightened was immediately excited after a few people went out. He seemed to have reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the store owner's sleeve, and said urgently:

"Master, food! Food, I want to buy food!"

The shopkeeper, who was happily counting the tickets, only looked at the tickets without even looking at the man. His tone was impatient:

"Don't you think it's expensive?"

"Buy, buy, buy! I want to buy!"

How many years ago was the last time that the army forcibly confiscated food from people's homes because of the lack of food in the army, and even allowed soldiers to break into people's homes and rob them?

ten years?

Twenty years?

Can not remember.

But he remembered clearly that his parents starved to death at that time.

Over the years, there has been so much food in Nanjun that everyone seems to think that the world is peaceful.

But seeing the soldiers acting like this suddenly reminded the man of the unbearable past.

"there is none left!"

After counting the tickets, the store owner raised his head and said, "It's not like you haven't seen it. They were all decided by those captains."

"Boss, boss, you can't do this, I was here first!"

The man pulled the store owner's clothes tighter, his expression was extremely nervous, and there was even a bit of pleading in his tone, "I was here first, you have to sell me my share!"

As he spoke, he turned over the cloth bag he was carrying, and heard a faint clattering sound.

It turned out to be a big piece of iron money.

There are five hundred springs and two thousand springs, but the most abundant one is one thousand springs.

When the store owner saw it, his face was filled with disgust:

"Whoever wants you to ask for this kind of big money can ask for it. I don't want it here!"

"Why don't you want it?" The man's voice became sharp, almost screaming, "This is money from the imperial court, why don't you want it?"

Is the money minted by the imperial court inferior to the paper used by Shu?

"Who still needs this kind of money nowadays?" The store owner pushed the man away, "You can just bring me a hundred dollars, and I will sell you a share for the sake of your being here first."

As he said that, he kicked the big iron coin on the ground and said, "Is this also called money? Don't you even have a hundred baht coins, not to mention five baht coins?"

The man lost his balance and was pushed to the ground. He watched helplessly as several of them were kicked into the corner. He quickly crawled over and grabbed them all in his hands.

"Why not call it money? This is money minted by the imperial court!"

This is the hard-earned money that he worked hard to earn.