Farmer of Shu Han

"Call him tomorrow."

Feng Yong nodded and agreed.

If He Wulang Wu Xingdu is appointed, he will definitely not be able to come here.

After all, he could be regarded as a magistrate at that time—although the place in Juxian now has nothing to do with balls except for collecting wool.

But you, a local governor, don't stay in the place you govern, but go to Hanzhong hundreds of miles away to chat with people, what do you want to do?

But it is precisely because that place can only collect wool at present, so Feng Yong can't get around, and he has to come to visit again.

But this He Wulang, I don't know what kind of petition he made, so that Zhuge old demon can put him in such an important place?

In this, it is estimated that Li Yi also has the credit, right?

Or, the Li family over at Nanzhong also worked hard?

Feng Yong glanced at Li Yi suspiciously, and asked casually, "How is Wen Xuan and the little lady of the He family going?"

"Brother Lao Lao is worried. Your lord just wrote a letter the day before yesterday, saying that he is planning to discuss with the third wife of the He family and make a marriage first."

There was a little shyness on Li Yi's face.

Pickup artist!

Feng Yong lamented that he was indeed a weak chicken!

Guan Ji dazzled in front of her eyes every day, but she had only developed to the point of pulling her little hands. If she wanted to go any further, she couldn't do it.

When I sent Guan Ji back to the post house at Yang'an Pass, I said cheaply, "Everything the sun and moon shine on, and wherever the rivers and rivers go, are all Han soil."

Then Guan Ji grabbed the conversation and continued, "If one day, the lord can really keep his promise, the concubine will kowtow for the lord, and I will be willing."

This kind of main line strategy mission is really hell level.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to wait until the big man is revived before you can bring up the matter of marrying her. After all, she only talked about kowtowing, but didn't talk about marrying.

But just like the birds in the world today, the big man has not even been able to completely settle down his last turf, the three-acre land in central Sichuan, how can you ask Feng Yong to open his mouth?

At the very least, you have to wait for Old Demon Zhuge to level Nanzhong, right?

Otherwise, where do you put the face of the traverser?

"In this way, I really want to congratulate Wenxuan. Let him come tomorrow. In two days, I want to go out."

"Little brother understands."

He Wulang forgot his single name, the word Shensi, he is a chubby fat man, even fatter than Adou, and his round face looks very happy.

If Li Yi hadn't brought him over to say that he was He Jiawulang, Feng Yong felt that he was more like a foolish son of a wealthy countryman.

He smiles when he sees people, and his eyes narrow when he smiles, which is a bit silly.

There is no demeanor of a son of a family at all.

"Why did you forget to meet Feng Langjun?"

The little fat man was very polite. When he saw Feng Yong, he saluted directly.

"He Lang-jun, there is no need to do this, just sit down."

There was no one else in the conference hall, even Li Yi, he just brought people over and went out directly.

"Thank you Feng Langjun."

He Wulang bowed his hands again, and then sat down.

It doesn't look like he's not used to sitting on a chair at all, and he probably sits a lot in his own home.

After Amei brought the soup, she closed the door when she went out.

Now the weather in Hanzhong has started to get cold. If the door is not closed, the cold wind from outside will pour in, making it difficult for people to talk properly.

"The hut is simple and crude, I hope Mr. He Lang doesn't mind."

Watching He Wulang take a sip of hot water from the bowl, Feng Yong said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, a mouthful of hot soup is enough to drive away the cold."

He Wulang put down the bowl and said with a smile.

This guy doesn't have the gentle demeanor of some aristocratic families, nor does he have the delicate appearance of some aristocratic families, he looks completely different.

"He Langjun came here this time, I don't know why?"

The chair he just sat on was a bit cold, Feng Yong felt a little uncomfortable, and he twisted his body invisibly.

"I want to ask Feng Langjun for one thing."

"Oh, Mr. He must have seen it when he entered the village. Even the place where he lives is a thatched cottage. Is there something else Mr. He can fancy?"

Feng Yong said something jokingly.

"Where Feng Langjun is, there are many treasures!"

He Wulang looked at Feng Yong, still with the same harmless smile on humans and animals, but the words he said were not simple, "So Shensi came here to seek treasure."

"How do I not know what treasure I have?"

Feng Yong felt a little interesting, and remembered what Zhao Guang said to himself when he first came to Fengzhuang, which basically meant the same thing.

"I heard that Feng Langjun has a thousand-character essay, which is a masterpiece for children, so I forgot to ask for it."

I thought it was about wool, but I didn't expect to say a thousand-character essay that Feng Yong didn't expect.

"This matter is easy to hear. Wenxuan also took a copy from me at the beginning. Since He Langjun is on good terms with Wenxuan, he just asked him to make a new copy. Why bother?"

"There is one more thing I want to ask Feng Langjun."

"What is it?"

Feng Yong naturally knew that He Jiawulang would not come to him just because of this, and this matter was actually just an introduction.

"I heard that Feng Langjun planted a lot of tea trees in Jincheng?"

Feng Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did He Langjun know about this?"

"I found out from the sixth room of the Li family."

He Wang didn't shy away from it at all, and still had a natural look on his face.

"The third house of the He family is close to the sixth house of the Li family. I heard Li Taigong mention this casually in my spare time, but I forgot to inquire about it later, and learned that Feng Langjun can grow tea seedlings I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Of course it is true. Back then I promised Li Taigong that I would give him some tea seedlings."

Feng Yong is not afraid that someone will know this, anyway, he grows tea, and has no intention of selling it in Dahan territory. His real purpose is to make tea bricks and sell them to nomads.

So he is not afraid that others will follow suit, and the more he grows, the better.

At this point, I believe that no one can guess his mind.

"Maybe Feng Langjun planted those tea trees for something else?"

He Wang had a mysterious smile on his face.

Fuck!

Feng Tubie, who was still proud that no one can know his thoughts just now, was taken aback. Does this guy know something?

"He Wulang, what do you want to say?"

Feng Yong settled down and asked Xiang He Wang.

"If Feng Langjun only grows tea for his own consumption, or if he only wants to offer it to the Han Dynasty, he will not give the tea seedlings to Li Taigong so readily, so after careful consideration, he feels that Feng Langjun has other plans."

This fat man is quite flexible in his mind.

"Most tea soup can only be drunk by rich people, and most of it is in the south, and it is rare in the northern Central Plains. Feng Langjun planted so many tea trees by himself, and he also gave Li Taigong tea seedlings. It seems that there are a lot of tea leaves needed, and it must not be just for personal use or use. In the territory of Dahan."

He Wang said this, and then looked at Feng Yong's expression.

Feng Yong's face was slightly gloomy, and this He Wang said the four characters of Dahan territory twice in a row, which already explained the problem.