Farmer of Shu Han

Back then, when Xia Houba first came to Hanzhong, although Zhang Xiaosi called him uncle in front of his mother, but behind his back, he called him by his first name.

The reason is also very simple, not only did Xia Houba fail to serve the great man, but he was even hostile to the great man in front of the emperor.

So Zhang Xiaosi didn't really agree with this uncle in his heart, let alone that Cao Zhi was the real Wei thief and false king.

In fact, she is more concerned about whether there is any sensitive or important information in the letter that Cao Zijian asked Cao San to send before his death.

At this time, there was a sound of crying from inside, and the wet nurse came out holding Ah Shun:

"Ma'am, there seems to be something wrong with Mr. Xiao Lang..."

Guan Ji, who had only eaten half, quickly stood up to take the child, and patted the child's forehead habitually.

"How is it? Are you okay?"

Feng Yong also stood up and asked with some concern.

Compared with Shuangshuang and Ah Chong, Ah Shun's body seems to be a little weaker, and he often has minor problems.

And it is much more tossing than his elder sister and elder brother, often crying several times in the middle of the night.

While shaking her son, Guan Ji replied, "It's all right."

Looking at Ah Shun who was still crying, Feng Yong sighed: "This is someone who likes to make trouble."

"My child, it's normal like this. It's rare to see people who are as reassuring as Shuangshuang and Ah Chong."

Guan Ji didn't care, she coaxed the child carefully while defending Ah Shun.

She is already the mother of three children, and she often talks to female medical workers about this issue on weekdays, so she naturally knows more about raising children than Governor Feng.

Seeing that Ah Shun couldn't stop crying, even Zhang Xingyi couldn't sit still:

"Sister, is it really all right?"

"It's okay, I'll just pay attention tonight."

Well, after getting the news he wanted, the corners of Zhang Xiaosi's mouth curled up slightly, and then he glanced at Governor Feng again.

At the same time, Governor Feng glanced at Zhang Xiaosi with a tacit understanding.

With just one glance, the two parties have reached a secret agreement.

It was night, and Governor Feng came to Zhang Xiaosi's small courtyard with ease, entered the boudoir with ease, lifted the incense tent with ease, and rolled onto the couch.

Like a dead dog lying on the incense couch, Governor Feng took out the letter: "Here."

Somewhat surprised by Governor Feng's straightforwardness, Zhang Xingyi took the letter, leaned out half of his body outside the tent, and quickly browsed it under the light of the room.

After reading it, her face soon lit up with joy.

Then he retracted into the tent and kissed Governor Feng happily: "Diabetes?"

Inspector Feng nodded: "No mistake, the Cao family does have diabetes, and it was passed down from the Bian family."

The Bian family has a nephew named Bian Lan, who is now General Zhaolie of the Wei State. At the same time, he inherits his father's title as Marquis of Kaiyang, and is a regular servant of Sanqi.

He has a very strange symptom. He often has a dry mouth and needs to carry soup with him.

This is not a secret, and spies can easily find out the news.

Now in Cao Zhi's letter, he also said that he was suffering from diabetes, and Cao's family genetic disease is basically a solid hammer.

"And then?" Zhang Xingyi's face seemed to be glowing, "Does it mean that Cao Rui also has this disease?"

"Sixty to seventy percent." Feng Yong clasped his hands behind his head and looked at the top of the tent, "If the batch of goods that suddenly increased in demand in Guanzhong really fell into Cao Rui's hands, it would be considered basically certain."

Quenching thirst with honey water is the habit of wealthy families in this era, and they must be top-notch wealthy families to be eligible.

If you look farther away, you can see Yuan Shu, a son of a noble family, who wanted to quench his thirst with honey syrup after the defeat.

In the end, because there was no honey in the army, he was so angry and anxious that he vomited blood and died.

Cao Pi, who was a little closer, was even more obvious. He even wrote poems about taking rose apple wine to quench his thirst, praising it as refreshing and quenching his thirst.

A little further back, in the original history, Sun Liang, the second emperor of the Wu Kingdom, left the allusion of wise identification of treacherous officials, which also originated from the desire to soak plums in honey water.

Of these three, which one is not the owner of the party?

Those who can continue to buy brown sugar honey wine and rose peach wine in large quantities are all the top families in Wei State.

In fact, there are the exact illnesses of Bian Lan and Cao Zhi.

Based on the history of Cao Rui's early death, Feng Yong has already judged in his heart that it is very likely that Cao Rui will not be able to escape this disease.

"If Bian really passed the disease on to Cao Pi and Cao Zhi, why did Bian live so long?"

Zhang Xingyi leaned half of her body on Feng Yong's chest, and asked softly.

Feng Yong had thought about this question a long time ago, and explained:

"Although Mrs. Bian came from a humble background, her family tradition is good and she is known for being frugal. Even if she has this disease, the harm will not be too great."

"Only people who live extravagantly can die from this disease."

While talking, he stretched out his hand, subconsciously stroked Zhang Xingyi's loose hair, and said slowly:

"It's a pity that our penetration into the Wei state is still too shallow, and we will have to increase the layout in the future."

Feng Yong was a little depressed that such a large batch of valuable goods ended up going, but he couldn't grasp it.

Zhang Xingyi drew circles on Feng Cishi's chest with his small hand, and smiled softly:

"I do think of someone."

"who?"

"Xiahouba is also my uncle."

"Him? What happened to him?"

"The Xiahou family, because of my good uncle, Cao Rui is now very wary of the Xiahou family. He has recalled all the Xiahou family members to Luoyang and put them under strict supervision."

Feng Yong felt a little itchy in his chest, he pressed Zhang Xingyi's hand through his clothes: "Be clear, you mean the Xiahou clan?"

"That's right, the Xiahou family." Zhang Xingyi leaned to Feng Yong's side and breathed in his ear like blue:

"My dear Alang, have you forgotten that you tried to buy grain from Guanzhong back then?"

"Xia Houmao?"

"Yes, it's Xiahoumao." Zhang Xingyi's voice became a little seductive, "Xiahoumao has no martial arts skills and is good at making a living. Otherwise, he wouldn't have exchanged grain for wool."

"Combined with the current situation of the Xiahou tribe, they may not have other ideas, so I think we can try to start with Xiahoumao."

As she spoke, she turned over and flattened her body, "Maybe we can use Xia, um, my uncle, to see if we can get in touch with Xia Houmao in Luoyang."

Governor Feng turned his head to look at her a little speechlessly.

The light shines through the gauze tent, making the light inside the tent very hazy, but Xiaosi's smooth cheeks can still be reflected.

Zhang Xiaosi was already beautiful, coupled with the hazy light, it made people's heart flutter even more.

Who would have thought that such an outstanding woman would gradually become a man of considerable scheming?

Inspector Feng sighed: "It's really bad luck to have a niece like you in Xiahou's house..."

Huarong Yuemao Zhang suddenly became furious:

"Nonsense, obviously I met a Ghost King Feng like you!"

"First, they lured Xia Houmao to sell grain, then poured dirty water on Xia Houba's body, and brazenly spread rumors in the territory of Wei State, which made Xia Hou's family fall to the present state."

As Zhang Xiaosi talked, he rushed to bite.

"Hiss...lightly, lightly..."