Farmer of Shu Han

"Mr. Ma, how do you treat this textile workshop?"

These words, not to mention that they reached Zhang Xingyi's ears, would be misleading.

How to explain to Guan Ji after a while is a difficult problem.

Feng Yong resolutely stopped entangled in this topic.

It's not easy!

Ma Di smiled, his face became more and more kind, and he stretched out three fingers, "I also know your difficulties. You are not the only one who has the final say on this workshop. How about it, as I said last time, this year's wool The woven cloth is divided into three or seven, how about it?"

Feng Yong shook his head, "Impossible. As I said last time, three to seven points can only be reversed. I might as well just quit and let Ma Taishou take over this workshop?"

Seeing the boy's shameless appearance, Ma Di almost blew his beard and stared again.

Don't say whether you dare to take over this workshop, even if you dare, without this kid, who knows what will happen later?

Zhao Erlang, Wang Zishi, Li Wenxuan and others, if they misunderstood something, they could burn themselves out on the spot, not to mention that the queen had a hand in it.

Once something happened, it would be a trivial matter to destroy the workshop, but it would be a major event if it directly ruined the prime minister's arrangement.

At that time, I am afraid that even the prime minister will not let him go.

"How about this, Prefect Ma, you also know that the wool collected by the court can be handed over to my workshop for a year at most. Next year, the prime minister will prepare enough manpower, and the wool will definitely be handed over to other places."

Feng Yong said, glanced at Ma Su, and continued, "So I have worked so hard for so long, that is to say, I can earn some money this year, so why does the prefect Ma keep staring at me for this year?"

There was a little embarrassment on Ma Di's face.

This old man, now he knows what a face is?

Feng Yong was contemptuous in his heart, but continued to pretend to be pitiful on his face.

"This spinning wheel and loom must be extremely important to the prime minister. I don't want to hide it. I don't need to ask the prime minister next year. How about I offer it with both hands?"

"really?"

"A word from a gentleman."

"A four-horse horse is hard to follow."

The old and the young clapped their hands together, and the agreement was reached.

Ma Di felt that this matter was indeed a little too much, but what this son held in his hands were all things related to the important affairs of the family and the country, so he couldn't help but be more cruel.

Immediately he wanted to make some compensation to Feng Tubie, so he said, "Don't worry, although the two mansions of Guan and Zhang are the homes of princes and lords, but you have made such a great contribution to the big man, I think the prime minister will not treat you badly. "

After thinking about it, I felt that my words were a little vague, and I continued to explain, "Even if I can't reward you generously at this time, I will definitely not betray you in the future. Well, I owe you a favor this time, this little lady, I'll do my best to help you, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he left without explaining anything to Feng Yong.

Feng Yong was left in a daze.

What can you do for me about Zhang Xingyi? I said I want your help?

Thinking of this, Feng Yong suddenly realized, you old man, you are doing me a disservice right now!

"Hey, Ma Taishou, please speak clearly before leaving! What do you mean you help me?"

Feng Yong hurriedly waved his hands and shouted.

Ma Di, who had already left in the car, didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand to the outside of the car and waved it.

This Ma Di, at least in his thirties, shouldn't act recklessly, right?

Feng Tubie comforted himself forcefully.

It's just that he didn't remember it, just now he was calling someone a big mouth in his heart.

To paraphrase the sentence just now, there are only wrong names, how can there be wrong names?

"Brother, is this spinning wheel and loom really going to be handed over to the imperial court?"

After Ma Di left, Li Qiu came out from a corner and asked in a low voice.

"This is inevitable. From the very beginning, I never thought that I could keep outsiders from knowing."

Feng Yong sighed, thinking that if it was an ordinary family, there might still be a possibility of keeping it secret.

But how can a large-scale workshop like mine be kept secret?

What's more, is it related to Zhuge Old Demon's plan for the Northern Expedition?

Instead of hiding it and being exposed in the end, it is better to give it away generously.

This will not only give the old monster Zhuge a good impression, but also take the opportunity to bargain.

"My little brother understands the truth, but it's just that it's a pity when things come to an end."

Li Qiu was not the kind of person who couldn't understand the situation, he just sighed with emotion.

"What a pity?"

Feng Yong, on the other hand, smiled. He didn't have the look of exasperation just now, with a sly look on his face, "We'll earn enough for this year. We won't have to ask for help next year. What are we afraid of?"

Except for monopoly, as long as they stand on the same level, Feng Yong has never felt that state-owned enterprises can do better than private enterprises.

As long as there is bureaucracy, bureaucracy will never disappear.

No matter how fair and strict Zhuge Lao Yao is, it can reduce bureaucracy, and it is impossible to completely eliminate it.

How can it be so easy to destroy the ball that has been developed for more than a thousand years?

Besides, except for Feng Yong himself, no one knows what kind of potential this captive breeding can explode.

Buying wool from the barbarians, whether you admit it or not, the supply of raw materials always depends on other people's faces.

No matter how stupid the Hu people are, they don't know the value of wool for one or two years, but how can they not know for three or four years? When the time comes, they will increase the price, will you increase it?

This risk exists as long as you don't completely control the barbarians.

It's different to open a ranch and raise sheep by yourself. For your own wool, you can squeeze it as you want. Who cares?

Even if you squeeze it hard, that is, let the sheep bleat twice, what are you afraid of?

So before no one knows how many sheep Feng Yong's pasture can raise, and before the wool supply is in crisis, everyone's eyes will only be on the spinning wheel and loom.

Feng Tubie said it doesn't matter, after this year, whoever wants it can come and get it, anyway, I'm not afraid.

It's just that Li Qiu couldn't explain it clearly at this time, so he just said: "Don't worry about trustworthiness, I have my own concerns about this matter."

After looking behind Li Qiu, Guan Ji hadn't shown up, so she sighed and asked, "Where's Guan Ji?"

Li Qiu glanced at Feng Yong strangely, coughed dryly, and said, "Miss Guan, you just left alone."

Damn it, this damn horse has a big mouth!

The reason why Feng Yong confessed directly just now is because of this. The more he entangles in that matter, the more he can't explain it clearly. What would Guan Ji, who is hiding behind, think?

These days, it was hard to coax Guan Ji to be as good as her own. Unexpectedly, when Ma Di came, she would directly beat her back to her original shape with a big mouth.

If I had known this, I might as well have asked Guan Ji to wait for me in the yard.

Feng Tubie thought with a sigh.

So Feng Tubie had to muster up his courage, went into Guan Ji's courtyard, and called out "San Niang" a few times, but no one answered.

Unwilling to give up, he knocked on Guan Ji's door again, and finally opened the door without authorization to enter, only to find that there was no one there.

When he came out dejectedly and returned to his yard, Amei came up to greet him and said, "My lord, Lady Guan is waiting inside."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was overjoyed, thinking that Guan Jiguo is a sensible and generous person.

"San Niang, why are you here?"

Feng Yong pushed open the door of his room, and just said something, but he didn't expect Guan Ji to shake something in his hand, "Brother, why is this thing here with you?"

When Feng Tubie saw it, cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead.