Farmer of Shu Han

"How can it be done?" Feng Yong expressed reluctance, "Wenxuan called me brother, why can't I call brother Bosong?"

"Good brother!" Zhuge Qiao grabbed Feng Yong's hand overjoyed when he heard it, and said happily, "Although I don't know the details of the Jincheng incident, my mother wrote to me in the past, and I didn't mention it in the letter." How many times have you read Mingwen. In a recent letter from home, my mother specially reminded my brother that if it is convenient, remember to take care of Mingwen."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Qiao exerted more force on his hands, "It can be seen that my mother really loves Mingwen, I never thought that Mingwen would have such a heart. I called my brother today, and when I reply to my next letter, I will mention this I think Grandma must be happy."

Oh shit! Isn't this Zhuge Qiao's character too straightforward? This is called by the way?

It seems to be playing big.

But when I heard that Huang Yueying actually asked Zhuge Qiao to take care of her in the letter, I was a little moved.

Xin Dao himself had often sent things to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the past, all in the name of showing filial piety to Huang Yueying, it seemed that it was finally in vain.

"Brother... Brother, why don't you go inside and talk first?"

Feng Yong said bravely.

I thought this is all retribution, I used to be called my elder brother by others, I never thought that I would be scared when I saw someone surnamed Zhuge. Sure enough, Zhuge and I didn't get along with each other.

"Okay." Zhuge Qiao said yes, but Feng Yong's hand was still tightly held in his hand and would not let go.

Feng Yong secretly smoked it a few times, but he couldn't get it out. In desperation, he had no choice but to turn to Amei and say, "Go, go and bring some soup to quench my brother's thirst."

In the big room for discussion, after the hard work of the people in the past few days - it is still so simple, just a few more desks that were simply pieced together.

As for the chair, don't even think about it, or use a log as a stool.

Zhuge Qiao wondered why there was a log at the back of the case table, but when he saw Feng Yong and Li Yi sitting on the log naturally, he finally understood.

Hesitantly asked: "Could it be that Mingwen and Wenxuan also sit like this in normal times?"

"That's right," Feng Yong nodded, "This way of sitting is much more comfortable than kneeling before. You might as well try it, brother."

"Won't that look bad?"

Zhuge Qiao frowned.

"Hey, Bo Song is too worried."

This time it was Li Yi who spoke, and said with a smile, "Bo Song hasn't been back to Jincheng for a long time, I'm afraid he didn't know that the popular way of sitting in Jincheng nowadays is to sit on a kind of object called a chair, but compared to this The log is much taller, but it looks quite majestic. Even the prime minister once said that sitting on a chair is much more comfortable than kneeling, and it is also much more convenient."

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Yong.

"Is there such a thing?" Zhuge Qiao couldn't believe it, "Your Excellency is the most respectful of rules, and you would say something like this?"

After finishing speaking, he took another look at the two people who had already sat down, and hesitated for a while, "Since the two virtuous brothers both sit in this way, and the adults also say this way, then it is not pretentious to be a brother."

This Zhuge Qiao is a bit rigid.

This is what Feng Yong thinks in his heart.

Unexpectedly, such an evil character as the old demon Zhuge would have such a son. I don't know if he taught it or Zhuge Jin taught it.

"I knew the news of Mingwen's arrival in Hanzhong earlier, but at that time, a batch of grain and grass happened to be transported from Jincheng to distribute grain and grass for my brother every day. I was really busy. So I have never been free. Come to see brother early, you really have betrayed my mother's entrustment!"

After Zhuge Qiao sat down, he said apologetically.

"It's my younger brother's fault, I couldn't meet my elder brother sooner even when I came to Hanzhong."

Feng Yong said in his mouth, but he said in his heart, if I had known that the prime minister's wife had sent a letter in advance and asked you to take care of me, I would have been eager to find you.

Unexpectedly, a person like Huang Yueying would open the back door for others.

Sitting tiger Wei Yan seems to have little hope, but he never thought that he would take the initiative to send a local snake to his door. Life is full of surprises.

"I just heard what my brother said, saying that the grain and grass were sent from Jincheng, why do you have to distribute it yourself?"

Feng Yong asked a little strangely.

"Brother doesn't know something," Zhuge Qiao smiled wryly, "The rations for soldiers in Hanzhong all depend on Jincheng. My brother is the ration officer in Hanzhong, and all matters related to rations and logistics are under my brother's management. Those military men, who can’t even write their own names, can you expect them to know how to do arithmetic? Every time food is distributed, it’s the hardest time for my brother.”

Feng Yong's eyes widened: "There is such a shortage of people who can do arithmetic in the army? Brother, do you remember that there is a special doctor of Confucianism in the court? Why don't you send some disciples of the doctor of Confucianism?"

It's good that Feng Yong didn't mention this, but when he mentioned this, Zhuge Qiao's face showed a little helplessness, "The doctors of Confucian classics in the court are mostly boasting, and their eyes are higher than those of the top. How can they be willing to go to Hanzhong to suffer? What's more, you have to commit yourself to the army? If you are so desperate, you might even resign."

How awesome is this Doctor of Confucianism?

Feng Yong was even more surprised now.

Li Yi has followed Feng Yong for a long time, but he knows that he doesn't know much about the affairs of the court.

Immediately he explained from the side: "I don't know, there are not many people in the imperial court who are doctors of Confucian classics. Most of the people who are in office today came here when the late emperor issued the order to recruit talents in Sichuan. The current situation in the court is not the same as the late emperor. Now it’s very different.”

Although Li Yi's words were somewhat cryptic, Feng Yong still understood.

Most of the doctors of Confucian classics were recruited by Liu Bei in order to win over the big families in Shu when he first entered Shu. Think about it, too, apart from aristocratic families, where else can intellectuals be produced in batches?

Later, Liu Bei gained a firm foothold, and immediately turned his face and raided the big clans in central Shu, and then lost Jingzhou. The living space of the Shu Han regime was greatly reduced.

The cake has become smaller, but there are still so many people eating the cake, so some people must eat less or not be able to eat it.

The aristocratic families in central Shu originally welcomed Liu Bei to enter Shu, just to try to make a contribution from the dragon, and they made so much effort, but now they can't even drink soup.

Up to now, Zhuge old demon's attitude of oppressing the big clans in central Shu has become increasingly obvious, and those big clansmen who are mixed in the court are probably not having a good time.

So, either, like Li Hui, he simply came back to seek refuge with all his heart, or a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water and resigned directly.

It might be difficult to get them to work sincerely, and Zhuge Old Demon may not be at ease.

It's fine if you don't get the benefits, but you are forced to spit out your original benefits. It is only natural that the aristocratic families are increasingly forced to stand on the opposite side of the Shu Han regime.

Feng Yong rolled his eyes and thought of something, but he didn't speak again.

"By the way, didn't Zhao Erlang say he was here too? Why didn't he see anyone right now? Speaking of which, when we were in Jincheng, I also saw him from time to time."