Farmer of Shu Han

It’s just that people from aristocratic families are not fools. When they go to Nanzhong to plant a manor, not only can they not be the masters of the sugarcane they grow, but they also have to be controlled by the "cruel and ruthless Xiao Wenhe". No one feels at ease.

Isn't that how I control the two-legged animals in my manor?

The aristocratic family is noble, how could it be possible to do such a stupid thing like Qianshou?

And if you are cheated a lot, fools will have conditioned reflexes.

So in the end, according to Feng Yong's idea, let's sit down and talk together...

The condition offered by the aristocratic family is that they don’t receive any money for the sugar cane they grow, and they can directly hand it over to the Xinghan Club, but after making caramel, they need a certain share of brown sugar.

In other words, they have to participate in the caramel distribution process of Xinghanhui, at least part of it.

The members of the Xinghan Club, whose eyes were reddened by the brown sugar, almost went into a rage——I might as well just collect sugar cane at a high price!

It doesn't even matter if there are fewer manors opened this year. After two years, when you have money, you can open them slowly, and you can always spread the stalls.

This thing is one of the most profitable things in the world. As far as Feng Yong knows, the profit of brown sugar in the Han Dynasty is not much different from the profit of drugs in later generations.

And it's a unique business, so Feng Yong can understand the feelings of the Xinghanhui brothers: if outsiders dare to reach out, they can directly come to the door with a knife to chop people.

Fortunately, Feng Yong was still clear-headed, so he rejected all differences and agreed.

After all, without enough benefits, how could the aristocratic family be so talkative, willing to open up wasteland in a wild place like Nanzhong?

More importantly, seeing that the date of the Northern Expedition of Zhuge Old Demon is approaching day by day, he must find a way to kidnap as many aristocratic families as possible into the chariot of the big man.

There is not much time to nail the doors and windows, otherwise, when the Northern Expedition starts, someone will find something wrong and cry and say, "Stop the car, this is not a car heading towards La Dolce Vita, I want to get off" or something like that, then What can I do?

If we don't feed their appetite, how can we drive them to open up new raw material producing areas and product dumping areas?

Of course, for negotiation, Feng Yong also put forward a condition to the other party, that is, they have to pay an extra membership fee—the same as the school selection fee for later generations.

Very reasonable and very humane.

The collection of optional membership fees has completely solved the embarrassment of everyone in Xinghanhui, and finally calmed down the irritable brothers.

At the same time, the aristocratic family also thinks it is acceptable, and thinks that the franchise fee is worth paying.

Since then, it has become a rule that non-Xinghan Club members want to use Xinghan Club's internal resources and must pay optional membership fees.

The Li family sent people to Nanxiang to order special tickets, partly for the convenience of exchanging resources in Nanxiang in the future, and partly for the proof that Feng Yong gave them after paying the selection fee.

Another part is the imperial debt of the Zhuti County Copper Mine-similar to the infrastructure national debt of later generations.

Feng Yong has always spared no effort to promote Nanxiang notes.

As for the multiple mortgages of an asset in Nanxiang Workshop Ranch Workshop at the same time, it may be suspected of financial fraud in later generations, but for the aborigines of the Han Dynasty, that is a fart!

For the aristocratic families in Central Shu, the workshops in Nanxiang are the best assets.

As long as Feng Yong is willing to come forward and use them as a guarantee, that will be the most reassuring.

As a result, the Dahan United Reserve Bureau, located in Nanxiang County, Hanzhong County, began to take shape under certain circumstances that could be called chaotic.

After the matter was settled, Feng Yong quickly wrote a copy of "Nanzhong Reclamation Research" and submitted it to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After the prime minister of Han Dynasty saw it, he first praised it highly, thinking that it was extremely operable.

Then, after hearing the whole process, he was very pleased, and cited Feng Yong as his closest comrade-in-arms and most loyal revolutionary partner.

At the same time, he expressed his concern for Feng Yong's going to fight in a desolate place like Yuejun, and felt that someone needed to take care of the daily life of his closest comrade-in-arms and most loyal revolutionary partner, saying that Guan Jiashiro Guan Suo was a good choice.

Feng Yong got the permission of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and then announced that Guan Suo was the governor of Yuejun, Wang Xun, Huang Chong, Zhang Yi, and Jufu were the captains, and Eshun and Gao Yuan were the army commanders.

At the same time, Eshun and Gao Yuan were ordered to go to Qiongdu, where Yuejun ruled first, to summon the old Gaoding Ministry.

He also ordered Huang Chong and Zhang Ni to lead a thousand people to the rear to hold the battle for them, including 300 Nanxiang soldiers.

Feng Yong and others planned to take the remaining 300 Nanxiang soldiers, set off from Jincheng, take the waterway to Bodao, join the 2,000 soldiers who had gathered there earlier, and then set off for Beishui.

The prefect of Yuejun, Meng Yan, recruited 2,000 people from the five captains of Nanzhong. He had just pacified Beishui a few days ago, and now he is waiting for Feng Yong's arrival.

In other words, the imperial court transferred 5,000 people to Yuejun to quell the chaos, which can already be regarded as a rare generosity.

Today, the Dongqu tribe, the largest rebel tribe in Yuejun, claims to have 10,000 soldiers, but in fact it is no more than 2,000.

More importantly, the barbarians in Yuejun were still in the ignorant stage of slave or semi-slave society. Although they were brave, they had backward weapons and poor organization, and they were not the enemy of the Han army.

The combined strength of all the seven counties in Nanzhong is just over 10,000.

Feng Yong directly grasped a small half of it.

From here, we can see how much the Great Han Cheng attaches great importance to Feng Yong, and it also shows that the Great Han Cheng has great hopes for Feng Yong to take over Yue Jun.

Before leaving, Feng Yong bid farewell to the prime minister. Zhuge Liang deliberately sat down with Feng Yong and asked, "After Pingyuejun, can its governance be like that of Nanxiang?"

Feng Yong thought for a while and replied, "Back to the prime minister, Yuejun is no better than Hanzhong. Yuejun is a land of barbarians. There are many barbarians and few Han people. If you want to rule like Nanxiang, I'm afraid it will take too long."

"how long?"

"Maybe five years, or ten years, maybe."

Zhuge Liang nodded when he heard the words, "This is a prudent statement. You are still young and now you are in charge of power. It is really not easy to be so calm."

As he spoke, there was some regret in his eyes, and he sighed, "What I regret is that you are too young. It would be great if you could be born ten years earlier."

Feng Yong raised his head, looked at Zhuge Liang's gray temples, understood what he meant, and finally couldn't help it, "Prime Minister, Yong has a word that I have kept in my heart for a long time, and I have wanted to say it to the Prime Minister for a long time, but I have never found a chance. Now that parting is imminent, I really can’t complain.”

"If you have something to say, just say it, you are not an outsider with me."

This was a bit too intimate, but Feng Yong thought about it, he married Guan Ji, Guan Ji and Huang Yueying had the same mother and daughter, and Huang Yueying was Zhuge Liang's wife.

In this way, the old demon Zhuge is actually his half-uncle?

"The job of the prime minister is to assist the emperor, to assist Wanji, and the military strategy is what the prime minister needs to worry about. But Yongwen, such trivial matters as the prime minister's 20 sticks in succession must be decided by himself. Dare to ask the chief minister of the prime minister's mansion, What are you going to do, Cao Cao, join the army, etc.?"

Zhuge Liang didn't expect Feng Yonglin to bring up this matter before he left, so he was a little surprised at the moment.

He was silent for a long time, and then he let out a long sigh, "The Han Dynasty is in danger, and I am entrusted by the late emperor, how dare I not do my best?"

"Dare to ask what the late emperor entrusted the Prime Minister?"

"Bringing thieves to make people happy."

"Is it possible to get rid of thieves suddenly? Can Xing Han be achieved in a day?"

"The thieves are powerful, so you can't."

"As far as the territory of the Han Dynasty is concerned, after a hundred years, the prime minister will have a successor who can be trusted with confidence?"

Zhuge Liang glanced at Feng Yong, with a more complicated expression on his face, thinking if you could give birth ten years earlier, then why should I bother so much?

At that moment, he could only answer, "Nothing."

"Thieves can't be eliminated suddenly, Han can't be prosperous suddenly, and the prime minister has no one to trust with his future affairs, but he is so overworked and disregarding his body, has he not thought about the consequences of this?"

"Prime Minister Yongguan's face looks tired, and he is much older than when Yong first met the Prime Minister three years ago. If this continues, the Prime Minister's body may not last ten years."

"If the Prime Minister has been working for a long time and becomes ill, and suddenly loses something, I'm afraid the Han Dynasty will be even more dangerous. When the Prime Minister went underground, the late emperor asked whether the thieves had been wiped out, and whether the Han Dynasty had ever been revived. How would the Prime Minister answer?"

Zhuge Liang was silent.

"Officials, big and small, have their own duties. The prime minister's department is to regulate the world's yin and yang, and he is in charge of the state affairs of the Han Dynasty. The prime minister has to personally adjudicate such trivial matters as twenty rods, which is really too much!"

"I'm afraid that others may make omissions."

Feng Yong let out a "tsk", a little impatient, "If there is any negligence, it will be punished according to the order. If there is no matter big or small, the prime minister will let it go like this, so what's the use of the officials of the Manchu Dynasty?"

"So in Yong's view, the prime minister's move is not to do his best, but to block the way for the latecomers to make progress, so that the talented can live in a busy life, lamenting that they can't show their strengths. But the mediocre are happy with it, and don't need to reveal themselves. short."

"If things go on like this, everyone will rely on the prime minister's ability, and will only obey the prime minister's wishes. Although they get a momentary convenience, they lose their own cares. Once the prime minister is not around, everyone will be like a headless fly."

"From this point of view, is it beneficial to the country's affairs? Does the prime minister think so?"

Zhuge Liang was silent for a longer time when he heard this.

After a long time, I looked at Feng Yong, "I understand what you said, but now that the Han Dynasty is in a crisis of survival, I really dare not relax a little bit. If I can see that the Han Dynasty has hope of revival , I will never use such trouble again.”

Damn, so much talk wasted.

Feng Yong sighed, "Prime Minister thinks, how can we see the hope of revival?"

"Back then, Gao Zu came out of Hanzhong to occupy Guanzhong, and he was able to establish an invincible position. Therefore, no matter what, if the big man can regain Guanzhong, there is hope."

Feng Yong nodded, "Okay, I just hope that the prime minister will not forget what he said today."

Said, raised his right hand.

The big Han prime minister thought he was going to do something, but he didn't care, he took a sip of water from the bowl on the table, and then said, "I will never forget."

Then, seeing Feng Yong's strange movements, he asked, "What are you doing with your hands up?"

There was embarrassment on Feng Yong's face, and he said in a low tone, "Prime Minister, if a gentleman says something, it's hard to chase. At this time, shouldn't you give me a high-five as a promise?"

Zhuge Liang laughed uncontrollably, "Why should I do that? I am an imposing prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and I am your elder. How could I break my trust in you?"

Then he raised his hand, and was about to high-five Feng Yong, but Feng Yong put his hand down when he heard Zhuge Liang's words "Why should I?", which made the prime minister dumbfounded.

Having said so much just now, Feng Yong was actually a little thirsty, picked up the bowl and took a sip of water, then looked up and saw the prime minister with complicated eyes, standing there in a daze with his hands raised...

Feng Yong: ...

"Prime Minister, how about we do it one, two, three, and do it again?"

Seeing the complicated expression on the face of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Feng Tubie showed a polite but awkward smile on his face, and asked a flattering question.

"roll!"

So Feng Yong was driven out of the prime minister's mansion by the prime minister of the big Han in embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Seeing the resentful look on Feng Yong's face, Bu Qu who was waiting outside the prime minister's mansion hurriedly asked.

"What's the matter? What's the difference between my entering this prime minister's mansion and entering our mansion?"

Feng Yong glanced at this blank guy, and said angrily.

Anyway, the prime minister's mansion can be regarded as half of his natal family, is it wrong to say so? right?

Feng Yong got on the horse brought by Buqu and took the lead to walk out of the city.

After getting off the official road and entering Zhuangzi, I saw two women standing at the gate of the mansion from a distance, looking over here.

The woman standing in the front was magnificent, and the woman standing behind her was gorgeous and graceful, and she was his monogamous wife and concubine.

Feng Yong's haze of being swept out by the old monster Zhuge suddenly turned into a clear sky.

Joyfully got off the horse and greeted him, "Xijun, I'm back."

Guan Ji, who was dressed as a young woman, smiled softly, helped untie Feng Yong's cloak, handed it to Amei behind her, and then said softly, "Ah Lang has worked hard, has this trip gone smoothly?"

"Shun...smooth, everything that needs to be said has been said."

Feng Yong stumbled, but he didn't want to lose face in front of his lover, so he patted his chest and said.

"My concubine thanked Alang."

Guan Ji has been with Feng Yong for three years, and now she has become a bedside person. Just from the tone of her voice, she knows that there must be something strange in it, "But did you make the prime minister angry?"

"The prime minister is angry, but not because of this matter, but because of something else."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Feng Yong glanced at his right hand a little dejectedly, thinking to himself why should I be so cheap?

"What for?"

"No... nothing."

Feng Yong didn't have the nerve to tell Guan Ji this, and immediately changed the subject, "The Prime Minister agreed, saying that after seeing the hope of the rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty, he will not be so tired again."

"What is the hope of the rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty?"

Guan Ji frowned slightly, with a look of worry on her face, "Auntie said, the Prime Minister's body already looks like he's overworked, if this continues, he's afraid he'll fall ill."

"Ah Lang, you also know that my aunt just got pregnant after a lot of difficulty. If the prime minister..."

Before Guan Ji finished speaking, Feng Yong held her hand, patted it lightly, and comforted, "I know, I know, you don't have to worry, and tell Madam not to worry."

"Believe me, this time will come soon."

Although Feng Yong's tone was light, it was firm.

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong and nodded lightly, "A Lang, I believe in you. Oh, by the way, when A Lang went to the prime minister's mansion, there were guests here."