Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 503 What is the picture?
"Da Sinong was joking, why don't you pay it back? No need to pay it back!"

Feng Yong had a smile on his face, and MMP in his heart: Dare I feel so hard that I have made so many contributions to the big man, and in the eyes of you old monster Zhuge, this is the only evaluation?
You said that you are a majestic prime minister, and you are still imitating the gossip woman who arranges others behind your back, so you are not a son of man!

Seeing the unsatisfactory look on Feng Yong's face, Qin Mi smiled again, "Your Majesty, don't misunderstand, this is just a joke that the prime minister joked when the old man and the prime minister were chatting and laughing in private."

"The original intention of the prime minister is that the prince is good at calculation and good at layout, and he is a rare person who makes calculations."

Oh I got it.

When Feng Yong heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little complacent. It turns out that Lao Tzu actually had such a comment on the ancient demon who plotted against Wushuang?
Just as I was about to be complacent, I suddenly felt something was wrong: Isn't that the sentence "Cruel and merciless Xiao Wenhe"?
You bad old man, very bad!
"Da Sinong has won the prize."

Forget it, seeing the old man's half-dead appearance, just take it as a compliment and don't bother with him.

Qin Mi shook her head and said, "This old man has not given any awards."

As he spoke, there was some emotion on his face, he pointed to himself first, and said, "Your Majesty, do you know what the old man was doing when he was 16 years old?"

How can I guess that?
Feng Yong shook his head.

"The old man was studying hard at that time. Do you know what the prime minister was doing when he was 16?"

"I don't know."

Feng Yong shook his head again.

"When the prime minister was 16 years old, his uncle Zhuge Gong, who raised him, was about to die. This experience was somewhat similar to that of the princes. However, after taking care of Zhuge Gong's funeral, the prime minister lived in seclusion in Nanyang and devoted himself to studying."

"Ten years later, the prime minister was 27 years old, and he came out of the mountain at the invitation of the late emperor. When he was just a fledgling, he set a plan for one-third of the world, and was shocked by the world as a genius in the world."

"As for the old man, he had already passed the age of obedience when he became an official. Even so, he was just too old. When the first emperor insisted on going to the Eastern Wu, the old man was powerless to dissuade him."

Speaking of this, Qin Mi pointed to Feng Yong again, and said, "Ran Junhou has already left the mountain when he was 16 years old. Sitting in the fields, talking and laughing, offering two strategies. Prosper Hanzhong through China.”

No, no, at that time, I was almost scared to pee by the old demon Zhuge, and there was no chatting or laughing.

Feng Yong really wanted to explain, but seeing Qin Mi's conversation was intense, it was hard to interrupt him.

And the old man speaks very nicely, so let's keep listening.

"Because of the great man's lord, in just three years, the land of Longxing, the ancestor of Gaozu, returned to prosperity, and the people in central Shu showed their beauty and did not worry about food and clothing. The Yi people in the south were surprised to hear the name of the ghost king and vowed not to rebel."

The more Qin Mi talked, the more excited she became, a little flush appeared on her withered face.

But Feng Yong's face turned even redder, and he said hastily, "Da Sinong, it's over. It's the prime minister's work to calm down Nanzhong, not mine."

"But no! Not at all." Qin Mi waved his hands and said, "Nanzhong was naturally pacified by the prime minister, but the people of Nanyi are brave and aggressive, they don't accept their teachings, and it is common for them to surrender and rebel."

"But Junhou looks at Nanzhong today. Apart from Yuejun, how can there be any rebellion? If there is no Junhou's plan, how can there be today's stability?"

"Those who don't obey discipline," Qin Mi's old face approached, and said with a low laugh, "before Nanzhong Yu surrendered to the governor's mansion and dispatched troops, the barbarians themselves broke through the stockade, arresting everyone regardless of age To sell it as labor..."

"This move is wonderful!"

Qin Mi stretched out her thumb.

When Feng Yong heard this, he was stunned on the spot.

This business... Could it be that even the barbarians have learned how to do it?
Damn, who taught those simple ethnic brothers badly?

What's so wonderful?This move is simply sinister and ruthless!
When those barbarians in Nanzhong who surrendered to Grandpa Zhuge found that they could use the banner of calming the chaos to rob food and land in an open and honest manner, and at the same time sell slaves and make a lot of money, how could they not go crazy? To kill those barbarians who "disobey education"?

Just look at how crazy the militia was back then.

It can be said that the barbarians who "refused to be educated" are gone, and there will be people who will extend their evil hands to those weak and small tribes in the future.

is it possible?

It's a certainty.

In a wild land, it is the most normal thing to follow the law of the jungle.

In the end, maybe it will cause a fight between the major tribes.

Anyway, Nanzhong can only be regarded as a semi-ruled and semi-directly governed place at best. The imperial court controls Nanzhong through the big clans and barbarian monarchs. As for what happens below, as long as it does not involve rebellion, the tribe usually has the final say.

In this situation, the imperial court just turned a blind eye with an excuse, and it might even secretly fuel the flames, making the tribes fight each other more intensely.

It is a good thing to weaken the strength of the various tribes in Nanzhong.

Receiving labor is even more joyful!

As long as the imperial court pays attention to balancing the various forces, which one to pull and which to fight, which to support and which to suppress, with a small amount of troops, the entire Nanzhong can be contained, I don't know how happy it is...

If the various tribes in Nanzhong are really red-eyed, and when they have exhausted their efforts and lost all their blood, the imperial court will come forward to clean up the mess and change it into a direct jurisdiction, wouldn't it be cool?

The more Feng Yong thought about it, the colder he broke out in a cold sweat.

This kind of handwriting did not escape, it was definitely from a certain demon.

"During the Prime Minister's Southern Expedition, Junhou walked through the three counties of Zangke, Yizhou, and Zhuti. Now these three counties are very peaceful, but Yuejun, Junhou did not go there at that time, so there is still a rebellion. Now that the Lord and Marquis are leading troops there, where can Yue Jun's barbarians go?"

Qin Mi was still chattering, looking at Feng Yong with admiration.

"I...it's not me, I haven't done it before, don't talk nonsense, Da Sinong!"

Feng Yongkou said without hesitation, "Those three counties, the barbarians of those three counties... were frightened by the prime minister and dared not rebel. It has nothing to do with me! It's just a coincidence, a coincidence! Da Sinong, what do you want?" Believe me!"

Looking at Qin Mi, Feng Yong suddenly felt extremely wronged when he saw the expression "You really are Xiao Wenhe" on his face.

"Besides, I have never been to Yongchang County, isn't Yongchang County good?"

"What did Junhou say! Yongchang has never been the other way around, and has always been fine."

Qin Mi said slightly reproachfully.

"This this……"

Feng Yong was dumbfounded. In his desperation, he actually forgot about this.

"Even the prime minister didn't hide the matter of Nanzhong's plan from the old man, so why should the lord hide it from the old man?"

Qin Mi said again with a little displeasure.

"What is Nanzhong's plan?"

Feng Yong wondered what Lao Tzu was planning?

"Your Majesty suggested that the prime minister and the barbarians meet in Wei County, erect a stele as evidence, and at the same time use ghosts and gods as witnesses to establish the stability of Nanzhong for at least 20 years. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, there is, but this matter of selling labor..."

"Who doesn't know that there are a group of bureaucrats in Fengzhuang?" The displeasure on Qin Mi's face became even stronger, "Why did the junhou cover up the old man like this? The prime minister said that it was the junhou who first proposed to sell labor. , and Junhou was the first to ask him to buy labor."

"This conspiracy of selling labor, how dare you say that it has nothing to do with you?"

Nima!

Back then, Zhuge Lao Yao didn't even sell me five hundred labors!
Feng Tubie remembers it well!

It's just this kind of thing, how can I elaborate?
Seeing that Feng Yong was speechless, Qin Mi sighed, "Your Majesty has been out of the mountain for three years, and all of his schemes are amazing. The old man has been mediocre all his life, so he will never be seen by the Marquis." In my eyes, it's normal that I don't want to talk more with the old man."

Once again, this bad old man who relies on the old to sell the old is really bad!

Feng Yong grinned, feeling a little toothache, but he came here today and had something to ask of the old man, so it seemed that he could only follow his wishes.

Immediately he said cheekily, "What did Da Sinong say? Boy these... These, um, plans, are mostly just a beginning, and the rest are perfected and improved by the prime minister, and then implemented. The prime minister is extremely talented. "

"It is true that the prime minister is extremely talented, but why isn't the prince talented when he is young? The prince should not be humble."

Qin Mi said with a smile.

Be good, don't be humble.

This old man is worthy of being the one who directly refuted Zhang Wen, and even Feng Langjun was ashamed of himself with his clever words.

Feng Yong was speechless and was about to change the subject when he suddenly realized that Qin Mi had been rambling on for a long time, and he actually left the original topic aside.

"Da Si Nong, just now Yong said that there is an industry..."

Qin Mi waved her hands and sighed, "My knowledge and virtue are not enough to convince the public, but I steal the high position of Jiuqing, which is considered unworthy of virtue."

"Qin Yuan, the son of the old man, is mediocre. He is already a blessed man who can enjoy the virtues of the old man. How dare he hope for wealth? With the ability of a king, it must be extraordinary to be able to say something like heirloom. Foundation."

"When the old man was alive, it was good to say that if the old man left, this kind of property would be in his hands, and it would not be a blessing but a curse."

Feng Yong looked at Qin Mi with surprise and admiration at the same time.

I don't know how many people in Shuzhong want to join the property in their hands but can't get it. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to reject the benefits of sending him forward. How clear-headed is this?

"It's Yong Menglang."

Feng Yong apologized.

"Your Majesty is a good intention. Why did Meng Lang say that?" Qin Mi shook his head and asked, "Your Majesty came to our residence to present such a great gift. I think you must have something to ask for?"

"It's something, I want to ask Da Sinong what he means."

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter what you say."

"Yongchang is engaged in Fei Gong Ju, does Da Si Nong know about this person?"

"Of course I know." Qin Mi glanced at Feng Yong, "Why did you suddenly ask this person?"

"What does Da Sinong think of this person?"

Hearing Feng Yong's question, Qin Mi's eyes flickered again, but she didn't speak immediately. After pondering for a while, she said, "Fei Gongju is considered a talent. His nature is upright, and he speaks frankly."

Speaking of this, he took another look at Feng Yong, "It is precisely because of this that he is usually disliked by others, and it is difficult to achieve his ambition."

"Just don't know their ambitions and still care?"

Feng Yong asked a question.

Qin Mi's face brightened, he stared at Feng Yong closely, and asked, "Fei Gongju violated the will of the late emperor, so he was relegated to work in Yongchang County. How dare you use this person?"

Feng Yong didn't answer, but scratched his hair and said, "Yongchang County belongs to Nanzhong, so Yuejun is also considered Nanzhong, right? A few days ago, Hualan, the daughter of Nanban King Meng Huo, came to me and said she wanted to Open a racecourse in Yuejun..."

"Your Majesty agrees?"

Before Feng Yong finished speaking, Qin Mi directly interrupted his words and asked in a hurry.

Feng Yong nodded, "I agree, she is the head of the Zhu Rong tribe, and the daughter of Meng Huo, the head of the Meng family, so there is no shortage of manpower."

"Furthermore, the Yunnan horses are originally produced in Nanzhong, so she will have a channel to find stallions. The only thing she lacks is money and food. So I thought, help her find some people who are willing to provide money and food."

Speaking of this, Feng Yong glanced at Qin Mi.

Even if Qin Mi didn't think about himself and his children and grandchildren, he was still a figure on the top of the officials in Central Shu, and there were a large number of disciples and grandchildren behind him who expected to eat with him.

And the apprentices and grandchildren are all inextricably linked with the family in central Shu.

Feng Yong's own racecourse is a cake belonging to the powerful and powerful in a certain circle, and ordinary people are not qualified to touch it.

But others want to open a racecourse, but they lack technical support.

So I could only stare blankly at the people behind Feng Yong rolling up their sleeves, ready to eat their mouths full of oil.

Now hearing that Feng Yong was going to support Hualan and also open a racecourse, Qin Mi suddenly felt that the 19-year-old prince in front of him might have something wrong again.

According to the temperament of this young but scheming prince, this is almost certain.

As the price to pay for participating in it, it depends on how big the appetite of this young prince is.

It's just that the interests involved are too great, even if he knows that Feng Yong may be digging a hole, Qin Mi still has to ask the matter clearly.

"How does this racecourse work?"

"Whoever has money and food support will give a share. However, how the horse farm is managed and how it is raised on weekdays, no one else can interfere. When the horse farm has output, the profit will be distributed according to the share."

Qin Mi frowned, "If you have a share in the racecourse, you can't manage the racecourse. You only let that savage girl do it. Who dares to invest money and food in it?"

"But if you put in money and food, you can send people to manage things. Let's not talk about who has the final say in this racecourse. It's just that if you say something and I talk about it, there are too many people and hands, and they argue with each other. I'm afraid things will go bad in the end. Why not?" No one can control it."

"But when it comes to money and food, it's a big deal. That's why I thought about finding a trustworthy person to supervise everyone. The daily money and food in and out are passed through his hands, and then transferred to the garland. The output of the racecourse is also accounted for by him. , and then distribute."

"Fei Gongju?"

Qin Mi finally understood.

Feng Yong nodded, "That's right. Da Sinong also said that Fei Gongju is upright by nature. If he supervises, everyone should feel relieved."

"I'm afraid Fei Gongju is too busy alone."

"It doesn't matter, Da Siong," Feng Yong leaned over, "Each family can send someone to follow Fei Gongju to calculate the money and food, so that there is no fear of any mistakes."

"That's a way."

Qin Mi nodded, then looked at Feng Yong again, "What does Junhou want?"

"what?"

Feng Yong was a little stunned, what was the old man talking about?

"Your Majesty has promised such a great benefit, what exactly do you want?"

Qin Mi spoke more clearly.

It is impossible for Feng Yong not to know which side he represents, and it is impossible not to know who will be involved in the end.

Obviously, Hualan's racecourse is aimed at local people in Yizhou.

Although the local people in Yizhou are now divided into two parts, those who support Ji Han and those who stand on the sidelines, but the broken bones are still connected to the tendons, and the intricate relationships between aristocratic and powerful families can be connected together in the end as long as they have the heart.

Moreover, Tanglang's copper mine has already opened an opening for the rich people in central Sichuan, and now this racecourse is likely to be the second opening.

But what exactly is Feng Langjun planning?
Qin Mi was a little uncertain.

"I don't want anything, it's just being entrusted by others, and it's just a matter of loyalty."

Feng Yong looked very sincere.

Qin Mi took a deep breath, it seems that Feng Junhou has a big appetite this time!
If you want nothing, you want everything.

(End of this chapter)