Farmer of Shu Han

"The chief of the mountain, Zhuge, the chief of Zhuge wants to see you."

The staff officer who was on duty today came in to report and took a sip.

Feng Da Sima glanced at the young staff officer and nodded:

"Invite him in."

"Here."

Soon, Zhuge Changshi, who was full of expectations from the Taiyuan officials, walked in with a cheerful face under the leadership of the young counselor.

As soon as the person crossed the threshold, Zhuge Qiao couldn't wait to say:

"Brother, it's as you expected. Those powerful families are all willing to pay and provide food. They all want to keep those 50,000, labor, er, prisoners of war in Taiyuan."

"Oh? It seems that brother has already settled the matter. Let's sit down and talk about it in detail first?"

Zhuge Qiao sat down as he said and was about to speak when he saw Feng Da Sima glance at the young staff officer who had been standing still and frown slightly:

"What are you doing standing still? You don't know how to serve tea? Do you want me to give you my seat and serve you tea?"

"Ah?" Zhuge Zhan was stunned, glanced at Zhuge Qiao subconsciously, and quickly turned around to pour tea.

Zhuge Qiao coughed and looked at Zhuge Zhan's back, hesitating to speak.

Feng Da Sima didn't seem to notice Zhuge Qiao's expression and just urged:

"Brother, please tell me about the banquet yesterday."

Zhuge Qiao's mind was pulled back. Thinking of yesterday's banquet, his energy was lifted again, and he quickly elaborated.

Finally, Zhuge Changshi couldn't help but say one more sentence with admiration:

"My brother knows everything right. He is indeed a man of foresight, ahem..."

Feng Da Sima glanced at Brother Zhuge.

Tsk!

Brother, actually you don’t need to say the last half of the sentence.

As Feng Da Sima became the most important minister of the Han Dynasty, especially after the Shangdang battle, no one dared to mention anything about foresight or ghost king in front of Feng Da Sima for a long time.

At most, they just talk behind their backs.

Anyway, Feng couldn't hear it, so he just pretended that he didn't know.

If the elder brother in front of him was not the son of the prime minister, he would be reminded of the fear of being dominated by the cruel and ruthless Xiao Wen.

"Chief Shan, Chang Shi, please have some tea."

Zhuge Zhan interrupted the conversation between the two.

Feng Da Sima didn't look at him, just waved his hand, and then continued to Zhuge Qiao:

"Those people's appetites have always been bottomless."

It seemed that he was not surprised by the result at all, "That's good. They took the initiative to take over the matter, which saved me a lot of effort."

In fact, Feng Dasima originally intended to stay in Taiyuan for these prisoners of war.

The large army stationed in Taiyuan is a big burden for Taiyuan.

Taiyuan, which still has influence on local powerful people, can only allow them to work better by giving them such benefits.

Zhuge Qiao also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Yes, with these 50,000 laborers, the rest of the work will be much easier."

There are many people who have received benefits but still don’t want to do anything.

But there should be no one in the Han Dynasty who has the courage to take advantage of King Feng Gui and still dare to do nothing.

"In this way, after this battle, my brother's political performance evaluation will probably be rated as the best. I would like to congratulate my brother in advance."

Zhuge Qiao waved his hands quickly and said with a wry smile:

"Brother, please don't make fun of me. This is not my ability, I just borrowed your strength."

As long as they can spend 50,000 yuan in labor, even if they are just a dog, these local village sages will work hard to provide the local chief officials with the best performance evaluation.

"Brother, don't belittle yourself. Even if you have connections, it is still a kind of ability."

"Besides, if it were someone else who brought in these 50,000 laborers, no matter how capable they were, I wouldn't necessarily give them."

"After all, not everyone can make me feel at ease. It's only gentlemen like Brother who I will be lenient to."

Feng Dashima said something meaningful.

Then he glanced at Zhuge Zhan, who was standing aside.

Finally, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and continued:

"They have such a big appetite that 50,000 people can actually eat it in one bite. This is a solid foundation! If it were Hedong, they might be full."

"But this is fine. Eating these 50,000 people will not only shut them up, but also make them vomit out some more."

As the most populous county after the war, Hedong is also the heart of the Central Plains and the place where aristocratic families are most numerous.

Now his strength is actually not comparable to that of Taiyuan, so one can imagine the heavy blow he received.

Obviously, after the Hedong family was ravaged by someone named Feng, this person's claws were ready to reach out to the powerful Taiyuan people again.

The honest gentleman Zhuge Changshi couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart when he heard Feng said that Rao was the half-brother of Ghost King Feng:

"Brother, do you have any other plans?"

Feng Da Sima nodded and said with a smile:

"If you want to help my brother achieve political achievements, why should I spend so much money? That's 50,000 laborers!"

"As for blocking the mouths of people like Taiyuan, there is no need to work so hard. They don't have such a big reputation here."

Again, these powerful people in Taiyuan have not been cleaned like Hedong.

In addition, he was very quick to see an opportunity. As soon as Master Wang arrived, he immediately knelt down, leaving the court with no good opportunity to take action against them.

But this does not mean that Feng Dashima will let them go.

Feng Da Sima’s ancestor once concluded that the landlord class has limitations.

This limitation limits their decision-making and behavior.

For example, they are heavily dependent on land.

Dependence on land means that they will try every means to annex land and fix the population on the land.

In the long run, these people not only control a large amount of land, but also a large number of people.

It is more uncomfortable for them to take the population and land away from them than to cut their flesh.

But unfortunately, Mr. Feng wants their land and their people.

"They can't take out all the money and grain to cash it out. Nine out of ten are preparing to borrow money from the Reserve Bureau for turnover."

The surviving big families in Taiyuan are basically in the process of transforming from old-style tyrants.

When it comes to land, they have a lot.

When it comes to food, they can also take out a lot.

But when it comes to gold, silver, copper, iron and other things that represent "cash flow", Xinghanhui can beat them by eighteen streets.

Even the most basic and primitive industrial joint workshops, factories and mines are many times stronger than their small peasant economy.

In the past, food was also a hard currency that could not be harder.

However, a certain country bumpkin had some ulterior motives, and from the beginning of the illegal crossing, he began to vigorously develop the primary industry.

Over the years, the grain output of the Han Dynasty has been higher year by year.

Although it is a time of war and continuous fighting, the price of grain will definitely not make farmers suffer.

But if you really want to hoard grain and sell it at a high price like before, after tasting the iron fist of the Han imperialism, you will soon hang yourself on the southeast tree and go to the Qingchi.

So grain cannot be exchanged for so much labor.

Moreover, the court sells labor, in addition to enriching the treasury, but also to reward the soldiers at the front.

The soldiers fight hard on the front line, not just for those few grains of food.

How much is food?

Even if you reward me with a room full of food, I can't take it home!

If you reward me with a hundred or eighty bills, I can put it directly in my arms.

It's okay not to give money, and everyone can accept the division of land. After all, it is a family business that can be passed down to future generations.

Isn't it for this reason that we pick up swords and fight the thieves?

So the question is back:

If the local sages want to take over this batch of laborers, they must either have enough cash flow or exchange them for land.

Because of class limitations, the landlord class in Taiyuan will definitely not take the initiative to give up their land to the soldiers.

But they don't have enough cash flow.

The reason why they dare to have such a big appetite is that the representatives of the Taiyuan nobles, Wang and Guo, have seats in the Han United Reserve Bureau.

Although they don't have much say, they have the right to borrow money from the United Reserve Bureau at a low interest rate.

But the problem is that even if the interest rate is low, there must be enough collateral.

The most important thing is that most of this money is provided by the Xinghan Society and the Royal Palace.

In the Han United Reserve Bureau, the top three with the greatest say are the Xinghan Society, the Royal Palace, and the Imperial Treasury.

The ranking is in order - it's hard to say what it will be like in the future, but this is the ranking now.

The reason why the Imperial Treasury is only ranked third is because it never pays money.

Not only did they not pay, but they also had to collect coinage tax on behalf of the court.

They even had to use the outlets of the Han United Reserve Bureau to integrate taxes from various states and counties.

Of course, it was not just eating and not spitting out:

Endorsing the bills issued by the United Reserve Bureau.

The bills printed by the Han United Reserve Bureau were able to become popular so quickly everywhere, partly because they were endorsed by the Han court.

"In Bingzhou, the most fertile land is Taiyuan. The many factories and mines in Yanmen rely on this for most of the food sources."

Sima Feng said slowly, "Although we are not afraid that they will cut off the food in Yanmen, it is not reassuring to let the food be in the hands of others."

Even the most basic prototype of the industrial base has a large number of non-agricultural personnel.

In an era when transportation is far less convenient than in later generations, the food supply base is particularly important.

In particular, these non-agricultural personnel are naturally more disciplined and organized than the small peasant class.

Take the transportation of materials out of the Great Wall this time as an example. The efficiency of Pingcheng is higher than that of Taiyuan, and it is not a little bit higher.

Once Pingcheng's food supply is not in place and the proletariat goes wild, even in Yanmen County, the destructive power is probably much greater than the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

After all, in addition to discipline and organization, there are workshops and factories and even mines and iron smelting sites in the north of Yanmen Great Wall...

No matter how far-sighted Mr. Feng is, his current class is naturally weak.

But for high profits, Mr. Feng believes that this destructive power can be prevented and controlled.

The Zhang's hemp rope produced in Nanxiang is strong and durable, and has a good reputation. It was originally made by Mr. Feng.

It sells very well!

Just the military procurement is a big deal.

Knowing the amazing destructive power, Mr. Feng personally proposed to the prime minister from the beginning when he was conducting a pilot project in Nanxiang to let the nearby Chenggu County be the food supply base.

Even in Nanzhong, the Xinghan Society has spent a lot of effort to build a large number of terraces.

This work has not stopped until now.

And the grain supply base of the Yanmen factory base is Taiyuan.

Besides, growing grain is hard work and you can't make a lot of money, so let me do it.

And you, my dear friends, bring labor to open a factory and make a lot of money, isn't it wonderful?

To take a step back, there is no doubt that Feng, who is naturally weak in order to be preventable and controllable, takes the food supply into his own hands.

After all, no one can guarantee that someday a clever and observant person will not discover this destructive power and try to exploit it.

Then one day, someone invented another use of Zhang’s hemp rope:

Hang the owners, owners, mine owners, etc. from the trees on the roadside.

…

Therefore, if you want Xinghanhui to pay this money, you must satisfy Mr. Feng’s wish.

The imperial court also had the need to take the opportunity to rectify the local area and promote the New Deal.

As for the royal family, the transfer of imperial power to the countryside is a tireless pursuit.

Everything else is just incidental.

It is convenient for the local sages in Taiyuan to work hard, and it is also convenient for Zhuge Qiao to achieve political achievements.

If the sages of Taiyuan want to borrow such a sum of money from the Reserve Bureau, the representatives of the Wang and Guo families in Taiyuan must find a way to show enough sincerity.

For Feng, of course, there is also a secret purpose that is not shared by outsiders:

If we cannot directly transform the body and spirit of the landlord class in Taiyuan, then we must change their class.

From being unwilling to make progress and having short-sighted limitations to being born with the same weakness as yourself, that is also a kind of progress.

The Patriarch also said that friends should be many and enemies should be few.

Fifty thousand laborers were the bait given by Mr. Feng, which was already a considerable investment.

After hearing Feng Adi's plan, the gentleman Zhuge Changshi had a very complicated expression.

He originally thought that before the war, Adi would be working hard and thinking about how to open the Taihang Mountain Pass and regain Hebei.

Unexpectedly, when the war was making no progress, he still had the intention to rectify Taiyuan?

Or should I say...

Zhuge Changshi suddenly had a thought in his heart:

"Brother, it's possible that this is the Eastern Expedition. In fact,"

As he said that, he looked at the door to make sure that no one was there. The only person standing in the room was his own brother. Then he turned his body as far as possible towards Feng Da Sima, and at the same time lowered his voice:

"Actually, is it intended for Taiyuan? Or should we say Bingzhou?"

The world's evaluation of Zhuge Qiao is that "Qiao is not as talented as his brother".

But compared to Zhuge Zhan, who was too young, Zhuge Qiao had the opportunity to be taught by Zhuge Liang himself in his early years.

Moreover, he was first arranged by the Prime Minister to be transferred to various places in Hanzhong, and then was sent to Nanzhong. Even after the Prime Minister died, he could not come back in time.

Not to mention what kind of place Nanzhong is, Hanzhong was not a good place before Feng came up with his poison plan.

In the battle of Hanzhong, it seemed that the late emperor had won and captured Hanzhong, but in fact, Cao Cao did not lose much - Cao Cao had forcibly moved the people of Hanzhong away.

At that time, apart from the garrison, ordinary people were rarely seen in Hanzhong, which shows how desolate it was.

Zhuge Qiao was able to stay in Hanzhong and Nanzhong for so many years, and he was exposed to practical work at the grassroots level. It was really hard for him.

Even if his abilities are not outstanding, his political experience among his peers is something that few can compare with.

What's more, he just can't compare with Zhuge Ke, not compared with ordinary people.

Therefore, after so many years of working step by step from the grassroots level, it is not surprising that he can think of this.

As soon as these words came out, even Zhuge Zhan, who was standing and listening, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Feng Da Sima in disbelief.

"Brother, are you...thinking a little too little?"

Feng Da Sima seemed a little bit dumbfounded.

"I am not Yu Wenshu, and your Majesty is not Yang...cough, I mean, even if I intend to merge with the state, do I still need to mobilize troops like this and lead a large army to station in Taiyuan?"

"Who is Yu Wenshu?"

Zhuge Qiao didn't turn around for a moment and asked subconsciously.

I felt like something was wrong.

Seeing that his brother was too sincere, Zhuge Zhan finally couldn't help but remind him:

"What the chief means is that brother thinks too little?"

Only then did Zhuge Qiao react suddenly:

"Brother, are you really interested in Bingzhou?"

"My intention is Hebei, followed by Bingzhou," Feng Dasima replied matter-of-factly, "otherwise why would I choose Taiyuan to station the army?"

"Also, brother, when you go back, tell those people that I will agree to this matter, and then you and them will finalize the contract early to make this matter a foregone conclusion."

Feng Dasima knocked on the table gently, as if saying something ordinary:

"In this way, if they dare to regret it in the future, I will teach them how to behave."

Zhuge Changshi looked at Feng Da Sima and murmured:

"Brother, I really did choose the wrong name, but I didn't choose the wrong name..."

That's enough, brother!

This is already the second time. If it weren’t for the sake of calling you brother, believe it or not, I would show you what it means to be ruthless right now?