Farmer of Shu Han

There are not many people in this world who are qualified to pour wine to Feng Junhou, and everyone here is.

What's more, the emperor of the Han Dynasty set up a family banquet to entertain the princes and princes, and the empress personally accompanied him. Few in the world could have this kind of treatment.

But A Dou just said that there are not many jars of wine in the palace, but Feng Yong feels that Zhang Xingyi is holding one jar after another, as if he can't finish it.

What's even more exaggerated is that there is still honey wine in the front, but there is still spirits in the back.

Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied. This little fat man looked honest and honest, but he didn't expect to lie.

Feng Junhou saw that he couldn't avoid it, so he let go of the drink.

Intoxicated with alcohol, the ears will become hot, and the ears will become apprehensive.

In the end, I don't know how much I drank, anyway, Feng Junhou fell down.

In a daze, I felt a burst of fragrance, someone called me Alang, and helped me to change clothes.

Hearing this title, Feng Junhou knew it was right.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, I don't know how long the night was full of gossip, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know when I woke up.

But I saw a light gauze covering the top, a velvet quilt covering the body, and the candles outside the light gauze were shedding residual tears.

These are not important, what is important is that I have a warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms.

The long hair hung down and flowed over the head of the bed like a waterfall, covering her entire face.

The confusion after drinking all of a sudden disappeared.

Feng Junhou, who was in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently pushed aside the hair covering the opponent's face.

After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alang, no more..."

Perhaps because she had sensed Feng Yong's actions, the woman murmured in her dream, "I'm too tired..."

"Wake up, why are you here?"

Feng Yong gave her a push.

The sleeping woman moved her eyelashes, and finally opened her eyes, with pine eyes still in her eyes:

"Alang, are you awake?"

"Where is this?"

Feng Yong looked around and found that apart from Li Mu, no one in the room was familiar to him.

"In His Majesty's palace."

Li Mu rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and yawned, obviously he hadn't slept enough.

Remembering that A Dou had been drinking until late at night yesterday, Feng Yong knew that he was not too surprised to stay in the palace.

As long as you don't stay overnight on the dragon bed, it's fine as long as you have your own wife and concubine in your arms.

The emperor let the hero stay overnight in the palace, which is a kind of favor.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Feng Yong asked again.

"The empress sent someone to Nanxiang to ask for some people, and asked my concubine to come along, saying that she wanted to see her. Yesterday, Alang was drinking inside, and my concubine has been guarding outside."

Li Mu explained.

"That's it." Feng Yong nodded, he didn't know about it beforehand, "What time is it?"

Although I have confidence in Zhang Xingcai's mind, I believe that she will not let her sister do things like taking advantage of others after drinking.

But for some reason, I still felt a little lost.

Li Mu got up and looked at Ye Leu on the desk: "Ah Lang, it's almost time."

In winter, it dawns late, and the doors and windows are closed tightly, and there are still blankets hanging on the windows. If you don't look at the night leak, you may think it is late at night.

"Alang, do you want to get up?"

Li Mu turned around and asked again.

"What's the rush? Isn't it dawn yet?" Feng Yong tucked into the bed again and lay down again, "Hangover and headache, it's very uncomfortable, pour me a glass of water first."

It is a beautiful thing to hide under the covers in winter.

The water came quickly, and Feng Yong drank it all in one gulp, which relieved his thirst after drinking.

There was a faint fragrance floating on the couch, Li Mu leaned over and said softly:

"Is Aaron feeling better?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender fingers and pressed gently on Feng Yong's temples, and then pressed along the painful and swollen areas all the way to his neck.

The strength is not as straight as Guan Ji's, but the advantage is that it can hit the painful and swollen place, so Feng Yong finally feels a burst of relief.

"You have a good skill, who did you learn from?"

Feng Junhou closed his eyes, let out a breath, and asked.

"In Nanxiang Medical College, there is a massage method of female medical unions. My concubines sometimes stay up late and have migraines. Asking them to come to the door to help me massage can make me feel a lot easier, so I learned a little from them."

Li Mu said softly.

"Nanxiang has such a big stall on top of you, which makes you suffer."

"My concubine likes this kind of life, even if she is tired, she will be happy."

Li Mu's voice was full of joy and gratitude, "In this world, only Alang can give my concubine such a life."

Feng Junhou felt relieved when he heard this.

He opened his eyes, but saw the veil flickering in front of his eyes, carrying wisps of dark fragrance:

"This is because you have the ability. If it is someone else, do you think I will hand it over to her?"

From the first time I knew Li Mu, I knew whether she was a simple woman.

At least the spirit of resistance is much stronger than that of ordinary aristocratic women, and they dare to pursue what they want.

Hearing Feng Yong praise her so much, Li Mu was filled with joy.

This man is "ruthless and ruthless Xiao Wenhe" to his enemies, "the ghost king who is far-sighted and considerate" to outsiders, but at home, he is flattering and lecherous Feng Alang.

What's more, others don't know, but as his woman, Li Mu knows that A Lang has a much wider mind than men in this world.

People really love him.

"How is the situation in Nanxiang now?"

After the first battle of Xiaoguan, there were too many things to do, just returned to Pingxiang, and had to hurry back to Hanzhong.

Feng Yong only knew that some people seemed to be jumping some time ago.

Li Mu stroked his loose hair:

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the grandson of the eldest son of the Li family heard that Alang was coming back and waited from morning to night for the past few days, just wanting an answer from my concubine."

"The concubine didn't pay any attention to him. I'm afraid he won't know until today that the concubine is no longer in Nanxiang."

"Master Li's family, they don't give up."

Feng Yong had such a smile on his face.

"I never gave up."

Li Mu huddled in Feng Yong's arms, and said softly, "What is A Lang planning to do to them this time?"

She naturally didn't know that she was really caught by Li Twelve Lang, and the wind started to blow on the pillow.

"The progress of society and history, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous."

Feng Yong suddenly said something that made Li Mu feel inexplicable.

The French Revolution and the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty in later generations.

As the representative of the old-fashioned aristocratic family, how could the big house of the Li family give up so easily?

Unless it is humane destruction, the background they have accumulated over the past few hundred years is enough for them to last for more than ten or even decades.

Although they were the targets of Feng Junhou and the prime minister of the Han Dynasty to jointly suppress them, methods such as humane destruction should not be used rashly.

Otherwise, it will arouse the resentment of other aristocratic families, which is not conducive to the unity of the Han Dynasty.

More importantly, if such a precedent is set, it will only set a bad example for future generations.

At that time, future generations will only follow suit, leading to the normalization of various struggles and bloody deaths within the Han Dynasty.

Or take the French Revolution as an example. The Jacobins first won the most widespread support and achieved such a great victory. What was the final result?

When the Jacobin dictatorship tasted the sweetness of the white terror, this method became a tool for them to monopolize power and wantonly massacre dissidents.

The consequence was that the rule that lasted only one year collapsed.

Robespierre executed his two comrades-in-arms, and then he himself was sent to the guillotine by the latecomers.

Or did the Chinese sages see it clearly: the one who started it has no descendants?

The big man has shed enough blood in the past few decades.

Now I don't need such bloodshed inside myself.

What's more, Ji Han in the original history rarely shed blood in political struggles.

Feng Yong did not intend to destroy this political atmosphere.

Judging from the current situation, A Dou can do nothing else, but it is still possible to leave the word "benevolence" in history.

Show favors to the common people and make them live a stable life—no matter who brings this kind of life, it will definitely be partly credited to Ah Dou in the end.

You can listen to the advice of the ministers and not kill indiscriminately.

Isn't this what ren is?

"After you go back, tell Li Twelve Lang that I can give them a chance with the Li family's eldest family."

Feng Yong was thinking and rubbing at the same time...

"Dahan plans to develop Hanjia County and Wenshan County in the next few years. If they are interested, they can participate."

The two counties of Hanjia County and Wenshan County, one in the south and the other in the north, are Shu County, which is the western barrier of Jincheng.

There is Yinping County in the north of them, and Yuexuan County in the south.

Needless to say, Yuexi County is now the basic site of Xinghanhui.

As for Yinping County, since the Northern Expedition, the old demon Zhuge sent Yang Ju, the white horse Di king who had gone to Hanzhong to join Ma Chao in his early years, to return to Yinping and let him gather Qiang Di.

Then let Xinghanhui help infiltrate Hanjia from Yuexuan.

At the same time, Zhang Yi, who was used to strictly enforce the law, was sent to Nanzhong to surrender as the governor.

The intention is the most obvious, which is to completely solve the chaos that has been causing headaches in Shu.

It's just that in the past few years, the Wei's Mansion of Huqiang School in Longyou has been a gold-swallowing monster, swallowing most of the money and food that the Xinghan Society can offer.

But it was also like this that Xiaoguan's shocking battle took place in the Wei's Mansion of Hu Qiang School.

And over the years, no matter whether it is a big Han dignitary or a transformed family, the money and food on hand have basically been invested in the Northern Expedition, and they have also digested Nanzhong, Longyou and other places.

Nor is there much energy to support this approach.

Therefore, the old demon Zhuge's idea of ​​integrating the last piece of the puzzle in the middle of Shu has made no progress, and even compared with the former Han, the speed is much faster.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

Compared with the rapid development of Dahan in these years, it seems very slow.

Nowadays, those who have a little spare money and food on hand are basically those old-fashioned families left.

So instead of giving them the energy and time to jump out and make trouble from time to time, it's better to find something for them to do.

And this last piece of the puzzle should also be put together.

Just in time to make final preparations for the Guanzhong decisive battle later.

After hearing Feng Yong's thoughts, Li Mu asked in surprise:

"Alang, Hanjia and Wenshan, I heard that there are chaos all the year round, and it is a barren land, are they willing to go there?"

At that time, Liao Li gave Feng Junhou a hat of "clever talk and seductiveness". Later, he was exiled to Wenshan to farm and herd sheep.

One can imagine the desolation there.

Even if it is not as good as the southernmost Yunnan Yongchang and other counties, it is not much better.

"What if I promise to supply them with wool?"

Feng Yong smiled calmly, "Aren't there barbarians on the high mountains in the west? I heard that the mountains are covered with snow all the year round. Don't those barbarians need wool more?"

The so-called high mountains are actually the Hengduan Mountains of later generations, and then the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where there are commonly known as Shanqiang.

"As long as they can get the wool from those high-mountain barbarians, I can give them a share of this wool."

This kind of business requires them to send people from the clan to establish relations with Hanjia and Wenshan. At the same time, they also need to invest a lot of money and food to gain a foothold there.

Compared with the previous situation of lying on the plains of Sichuan and sucking blood safely, it is naturally a bit bitter.

But if they don't want to sink down and die slowly, they need to show the courage of their ancestors to chop thorns and thorns to expand their homes.

Hundreds of years of comfort have made them lose their will to forge ahead. What Feng Yong has to do now is to force them to start over.

Coupled with the fact that Xinghan will provide support from Yuexuan, those of these old-style aristocratic families who have a long-term vision will naturally know how to do it.

Of course, it doesn't matter if they refuse and prefer to shrink back to the one-third-acre land in the Sichuan Plain to earn their money.

Anyway, Feng Junhou himself will definitely not be the last one to be swept into the garbage dump of history.

Li Mu's eyes flashed when he heard Feng Yong's words:

"Are they willing to believe it?"

It's not that she's bragging, with her own Alang's reputation in the big room now... I don't know if it can stop the little night cry, but it can definitely scare people to change their colors.

"Credit!" Feng Yong smiled even more intensely, "I can credit part of the wool as capital for them, anyway, I'm not afraid of them repaying their debts."

In the territory of the Han Dynasty, even if the prime minister of the Han Dynasty wanted to take something from Feng Junhou, he would still give him a sweet date.

The queen is still thinking about stuffing her own sister!

To be able to take advantage of Feng Junhou for nothing, that is, the General Guan in Feng's mansion, plus Zhang Xiaosi at most.

Hearing this, Li Mu couldn't help but laugh:

"Since Ah Lang has planned for a long time, after the concubine returns, I will explain to the Twelve Lang."

"Um."

Feng Yong nodded, and when he heard Li Mu talking about Li Twelve Lang, he remembered another thing:

"I heard that some time ago, when I was at Xiaoguan's side, when the news was not clear, that Twelve Lang asked you?"

When mentioning this matter, Li Mu showed disgust: "Then Li Twelve Lang, he clearly said that the concubine is from the Li family, but in fact he is threatening the concubine, saying that if it is A Lang..."

Having said that, she paused.

"Just say it."

Feng Yong knew that she had scruples, so he asked her to continue talking.

"Let's just say that if something happens to Ah Lang, the concubine is just a concubine in Feng's house. I can't control my life and death. The one who can protect the concubine is their Li family."

"Heh!" Feng Yong sneered, "It seems that Li Twelve Lang didn't learn enough lessons last time."

"How about this, you go back and tell the eldest son of the Li family that Li Twelve Lang has a long-term vision and a unique vision. This time, let him go to Hanjia to explore the way first."

"There's Liao Li over there in Wenshan, Hanjia should let Li Twelve Lang go."

Feng Yong stretched his waist, "As for me, I like to round up everything. Put one in each of the two counties, so it's considered a round number!"

Li Mu knew that he was venting his anger on himself, and he said sweetly in his heart, "Thank you, A Lang."

Hearing what Li Mu said, Feng Yong couldn't help hugging her tighter, and then suggested seriously:

"However, there is some truth to what they said. You are just a concubine and have nothing to do. You should strengthen your position. If you don't want to give birth to a son and a half as soon as possible, you can have someone to rely on..."

Li Mu blushed again, his eyes dodged, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Ah Lang, these things...we'll talk about it at night..."