Farmer of Shu Han

Seeing Feng Yong's bewildered expression, Zhuge Liang knew the answer, and continued: "A few days ago, Yang Zizhao also used the phrase 'to govern the same body, and the subordinates should not invade each other' to persuade me not to rob others. I didn't expect you to say these words again today. At such a young age, I have good knowledge."

Feng Yong grinned: "The prime minister is absurd."

You are exhausted alive, I still know this. However, before you died of exhaustion, someone would advise you not to deal with major and trivial matters, which I did not expect.

Zhuge Liang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said calmly: "Since you have such insight, but you don't want to be an official, you can just stay on your one-acre three-point land and farm well. Why do you still have evil intentions? Don't you think the big guy can't tolerate you anymore?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Tubie almost peed in fright.

"Why did the prime minister say this? The boy has always behaved in a well-behaved manner, so why did he have any intention of doing something wrong?"

This blame must never be carried on, and it will be a dead end.

"A few days ago, a group of bureaucrats and barbarians were seized. There were more than 500 people in total. The seller said that it was ordered by Feng Zhuang. You are a small village, and you have to buy 500 and 32 parts. What is your duty? What do you say?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong coldly, his peach blossom eyes were not charming at all, they were all cold.

Fuck! If I hadn't come here through time travel and knew that you were the biggest human trafficker in Shuhan, I would have believed in your performance! But Feng Yong discovered that even if he knew the truth, so what? You can't turn a blind eye to my role that should cooperate with you, can you?

"Prime Minister, please tell me that there is something hidden about this matter."

"I've been waiting for you for a few days to come and explain," the old demon Zhuge sighed, with an expression of "I believe in you so much, but you let me down", and said sadly, "Xijun said you are a good boy , you will never be so confused and ask me to wait. I didn't expect that I would send someone to call you here, Feng Yong, what do you think I should do with you?"

It is worthwhile to deliver food to the prime minister's wife so diligently these days, it still has a little effect at critical times.

Feng Yong saluted Huang Yueying gratefully again: "Thank you Ma'am."

"Don't say thank you in a hurry, let's talk to the prime minister first about why you did such a thing. If you can't say something, even I will forgive you." Huang Yueying had already asked someone to take the bowl and spoon away Bring it, I was digging out the ice cream from the jar at this time, when I heard this, I turned my head and smiled at Feng Yong, with a tone and expression resembling that of a little aunt in the previous life.

"Yes. Back to the prime minister, the boy actually has considerations for this matter. It's not because he didn't want to explain to the prime minister earlier, but he was busy drawing something these days, and he didn't draw this thing, because he was afraid that the prime minister would not believe him."

"Oh? What kind of thing are you going to do? You actually need more than five hundred people?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong incredulously, "If you are lying to me, do you know the consequences?"

"If you dare to lie to the prime minister, then the kid will just let the prime minister deal with him."

"Okay, with your words, I'll wait a few more days. I don't know when you will be able to paint that thing?"

"I finished the painting today, and now it's on the kid."

"Bring it up."

"yes."

"What is this?" Zhuge Liang pointed to Maza next to him with the blueprint handed over by Feng Yong, and asked after looking at it for a while.

Feng Yong quietly breathed a sigh of relief after sitting down on the mat. Looking at the chairs the two people were sitting in front of me, then at the teacup, and then at the jar of sorbet, I felt a throbbing pain in my heart, what the hell, eat mine, drink mine, use mine, and cheat me , Now scare me, hey! In ancient times, there were no human rights!

Feng Tubie was complaining about himself, when he heard the old demon Zhuge ask, he quickly replied: "This thing is called Ba Niu plow, it is suitable for plowing a large field, and it is also suitable for reclaiming a large piece of wasteland. Double the power..."

"Stop!"

Who is Old Demon Zhuge? As soon as he heard what Feng Yong said, he immediately interrupted him, waved his hand, and signaled everyone next to him to go down, and even Huang Yueying took Zhang Xing away tactfully.

After everyone had left, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong seriously, pointed to the chair opposite, and said, "Sit up."

It's not easy! Feng Tubie felt tears welling up in his eyes. From being punished to stand, to sitting on a pony, and then to sitting on a chair, the treatment was higher and higher.

"What you said just now is the truth?"

"Of course it is true. This eight-ox plow has great advantages, but also has many disadvantages. It takes eight oxen to pull it. The field plowed by one plow in one day cannot be done by more than a hundred people. Moreover, the eight-ox plow is complicated. , beyond the reach of ordinary people.”

Zhuge Liang smiled, obviously satisfied with Feng Yong's explanation.

The advantages of Ba Niu Plow are obvious, and its defects... It is a defect for others, but it is an advantage for a country! It is better if the craftsmanship is complicated, and ordinary people cannot make it if it is complicated, but for the imperial court with generals and prisons, is that a problem?

"As long as the Ba Niu plow is built, the prime minister, so many barren lands in Hanzhong can be turned into fields for reclamation. As long as the reclamation is successful, the court will definitely not have to worry about food in the future." Feng Yong hurriedly added another fire.

When Zhang Lu was in power, Hanzhong received how many people who fled from Sanfu in Guanzhong because of the war? It was once one of the few peaceful places in the world that was not involved in the flames of war.

Later, Cao Cao came, followed by Liu Bei. The two fought to death in Hanzhong. Finally, Liu Bei drove Cao Cao away, but found that what he got was an empty Hanzhong. Cao Cao, who was black-hearted, had long since All the hundreds of thousands of households in Hanzhong were removed.

Until now, the military rations of the Hanzhong garrison had to be transported from Jincheng, and there was no way to gather food locally. It is really a sin to waste such a large area of ​​fertile land there!

Now most of the land in central Sichuan is in the hands of powerful families, and the imperial court only collects so much food in a year, how much can it do? They have no food in hand, and they don't even have the confidence to speak, which is why those people in Nanzhong are dancing so happily now, and the old demon Zhuge still has to endure his nausea to appease them, but he can't send troops to suppress them.

"Is this why you want to buy so many servants?" Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, "You want to enclose land in Hanzhong?"

Of course I want to! But do I dare? Hanzhong is the base of the Northern Expedition of Zhuge Old Demon, how can anyone get involved? In addition, now that there are eight ox plows, as long as enough manpower can be obtained, the wasteland that can be reclaimed in two or three years will basically be reclaimed. Even if there is another 100,000, there is no problem at all.

Why did Li Yan become more domineering after a few years, but Zhuge Liang continued to tolerate it? The reason is that Li Yan entered the Shu land early, and has already had an interest relationship with some local aristocratic families, so he was able to obtain food for Zhuge Liang's Northern Expedition.

The food problem is the biggest problem!

Although I can't get food, I can help you figure out a way to get food. This credit is not small, right?

Feng Tubie was thinking complacently, when he heard this, he quickly waved his hands: "How dare you have such an idea? This peddler..."

"Hmph!" Zhuge Liang picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, put it down, and then continued, "Where is there any talk of selling barbarians? It's just some captives, don't talk nonsense!"

Feng Yong yelled again, just now he said that it was found out by a supervisor, and now he has become a captive. Could it be you who were the ancestor of Sichuan's face-changing?