Farmer of Shu Han

Feng Yong straightened his clothes, and rushed over at a trot. Before the person came to him, he bowed his hands and saluted from a distance: "I am Feng Yong, I don't know where the distinguished guest is here?"

"You are Feng Yong?"

After the leader got off his horse, he waved his hand, and the cavalry behind him got off their horses at the same time. Except for the sound of weapons bumping and horses neighing, there was no other movement, showing extremely high discipline.

"I am Wei Wenchang, the prefect of Hanzhong."

The visitor approached, and Feng Yong finally got a clear view of the other person's face, about forty or so, with a face like a jujube, with high cheekbones, exactly the face of Wei Yan recorded in the book.

It's just that I don't know whether it's because I'm used to it or it's just innate. His chin is slightly raised and his eyes are slightly narrowed.

Seeing him beside him was Li Yi with an apologetic and wry smile, as if talking to Feng Yong about his helplessness.

"It turns out that it was General Wei who came to welcome us. General Wanwang forgives us for being far away."

"Okay, don't act like this in front of this old man, what I hate the most in my life are those polite and hypocritical people." Wei Yan said with a look of disgust, "I don't know who taught me to be so smooth at such a young age. "

Feng Yong stopped there awkwardly with his hands raised, the smile on his face froze.

This Wei Yan, this temper, really stinks! You can just scold me, even my teacher's door is scolded, don't you know that my teacher's door is the hidden world mountain gate?

How many people did Feng Yong scare with the tiger skin of Shimen? Unexpectedly, Wei Yan ran into a wall here.

"I heard from Li Xiaozi, you accept people here?"

Wei Yan didn't care whether Feng Yong felt ashamed or not, he just said it for himself.

"Acceptance? What are you accepting..."

Before Feng Yong could react, he was about to ask subconsciously, but when he saw Li Yi winking at him, he immediately reacted.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak again, Wei Yan said impatiently: "Of course they are slaves, Hu people, Qiang people, and Di people. Didn't you say you want to accept them?"

"Take it, take it! Take it all."

Feng Yong hastily responded repeatedly.

"That's good, let's go out and inspect the goods."

Inspection?

Didn't you mean income? Why did it become an inspection again?

Feng Yong followed Wei Yan to the outside of the camp in a daze, only to realize that a group of people had gathered outside at some point, divided into two groups, inside and outside.

Most of the people inside have disheveled hair, and their clothes are different from those of the Han people. All of them are downcast, but only shrunk. The people outside are wearing armor, and the weapons in their hands are shining. The group of people inside are being strictly guarded. , galloping forward and backward, constantly shouting and cursing.

"Look at these people?" Wei Yan took Feng Yong to the front of the group of people, pointed to the group of people inside and said, "These are all high-quality goods, they are all strong and strong, you can set a price."

They were treated as goods, but those people dared not speak out. When they saw Wei Yan approaching, those who were in front of Wei Yan shrunk their heads, with a look of fear in their eyes, and involuntarily took a few steps back. .

"Is this the Qiang people?"

Feng Yong asked with some uncertainty.

"Di people! Anyway, they are Hu people. Don't worry, I asked, they are all good at herding. Those who don't know how to herd will be buried."

Wei Yanman said indifferently, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

As soon as these words were said, the captured Di people seemed to think of something again, and the fear in their eyes became stronger.

Not only them, even Feng Yongguang suddenly felt that the surroundings were a little gloomy.

"Buried? Dead?"

Feng Yong only felt that his throat was dry, so he asked in a shy voice.

"If you bury it, you will die naturally. Is it possible that there are still people in this world who can live underground?"

Wei Yan glanced at Feng Yong strangely.

This is a butcher!

Feng Yong quietly moved to this side, not daring to get too close to Wei Yan.

"Okay, stop dawdling, take a look, does it meet your requirements? If you think it's suitable, quickly make an offer."

Wei Yan pointed impatiently at the group of barbarians in front of him.

"It's suitable, it's all good labor, it's the most suitable. How much is the price, the general thinks it's suitable?"

Feng Yong trembled a little. This is really treating people like goods.

No matter how inappropriate it was, Feng Yong would admit it through gritted teeth, for fear that the old butcher would be done if he heard that what he said was inappropriate.

What's more, Wei Yan didn't know where Wei Yan had taken the prisoners of war in front of him. They were all strong and strong, and they were the most suitable for labor.

"Hey, you kid, how can you do business like this? You are like you, so you can't pay for it?"

Wei Yan was overjoyed immediately, seeing Feng Yong as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"How can this be considered a business?"

Feng Yong immediately retorted, what business do you do? How could I do such a lowly business as doing business? I am the Hanzhong Diannong official of the Han Dynasty.

"This is the majesty of the general that I admire. Besides, a high-ranking and powerful person like the general will not embarrass the boy, right?"

"Slippery! It's really slick, and I don't know what the prime minister is looking for in you." Wei Yan nodded Feng Yong, smiled, and didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, "Don't worry, I am a dignified general, and I will not follow you." You are in trouble."

Although he said that he didn't want to embarrass Feng Yong, what he said surprised the followers who followed: "A barbarian, a piece of cloth, the cloth must be made of wool, how about it?"

Feng Yong trembled again, and almost grinned immediately, but secretly twisted his thigh fiercely, turning his smiling face into a crying face, "General, isn't this a bit expensive?"

"You said it yourself, you asked me to bid, what's the matter? You want to go back on your word?" Wei Yan sneered, "What crime do you know for playing tricks on the big man?"

"Don't dare to dare, just follow the price set by the general, a strong barbarian, and a piece of woolen cloth." Feng Yong said with a mournful face and a very heartache.

The followers around all looked at Feng Yong pitifully. When you meet someone like our general, you still want to play tricks in front of him. You really don't know what to do.

"Okay, have fun!" Wei Yan patted Feng Yong on the shoulder, "A good man should be so straightforward. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. I also won a lot of horses by defeating the Di people this time. The one suitable for riding on the battlefield will be given to you."

Feng Yong was overjoyed, as expected, the crying child had milk to eat.

"Then thank you General."

The war horses that can go to the battlefield are all carefully selected treasures. At this time, war horses are not used to castration, so there is no problem in being a stallion.

"There are three hundred and twenty-seven people in total, don't need fractions, round up the whole number, three hundred people, three hundred pieces of cloth, right? Do you want to count?"

Wei Yan felt that he had taken advantage of it, so he put his arm around Feng Yong's shoulder without any image at all, and said generously.

"No need, no need, as much as the general says."

Feng Yong's heart was already full of joy, and he thought to himself, you little bitch, what do you know?