Chapter 1067: Serving the country
Seeing Zhang Xiaosi bargaining with the head of the Feng family, General Guan couldn't help it. She glanced at Zhang Xiaosi with a sharp look:
"Can't you position yourself correctly? Or don't you know your identity? Your child's surname is not Zhang, let alone Liu, but Feng."
Zhang Xiaosi wanted to defend himself, but after taking a look at Feng Junhou, he finally sighed:
“If my child’s surname wasn’t Feng, would I think I was willing to do such a disgusting thing?”
“Now that the prime minister has passed away, no one can say what changes will happen to the court.”
Speaking of this, she looked at General Guan again.
Speaking of this matter in my heart, didn’t you also come out of the Prime Minister’s Mansion at the beginning?
“I said a few days ago that Alang has a heavy army and is in charge of half of the Han territory. How many people are watching?”
“At times like this, we need to be more cautious. If I weren’t worried...”
Zhang Xiaosi did not finish speaking, because she had said these words countless times, and she probably felt a little bored even herself.
At the moment, he waved his hands impatiently, as if he was sulking.
It was Feng Junhou who took advantage of his own experience.
In a happy mood, he opened his mouth and made peace:
"Okay, okay, I know you have good intentions and are reminding me to pay attention to the royal family's bottom line. Don't worry, I know what I know."
Just as Xiao Si said, the Prime Minister is gone.
From now on, there will be no buffer zone between Feng Junhou and the royal family.
The little four sandwiched between the two is the most difficult to do.
No matter which side you stand on, you will always be said to have a bad butt.
But Feng Junhou can't let the royal family send another person to be the supervisor, right?
If that really happens, Feng Junhou himself will probably be the one who suffers the most.
It has become a standard monarch-subject relationship in history, and then I can basically declare that I have started to take care of myself.
Otherwise, you can’t rebel, right?
After decades of turmoil, the population has dropped by more than half.
Now that there is another rebellion, how many descendants of the Han family will be left in the land of China?
It makes me shudder to think about it.
The productivity has not reached the standard of qualitative change. Even if the rebellion succeeds regardless of the population, a different person will still be the emperor.
It’s not interesting.
Once you really have the qualifications to become the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard, you will probably have your neck buried in red dust.
You can’t just look at it...
It’s really boring…
Perhaps it is even possible to drag history back into its original trajectory and travel through loneliness?
How can there be any interesting training history in San Gong and Liu Yuan?
Only by never forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.
It is impossible to create a rebellion, but it is still possible to plant the seeds.
Perhaps you can even add some water secretly to encourage the seeds to grow.
Zhang Xiaosi, who didn't know that Feng Junhou was digging a big hole in history, only said that his Alang understood him.
At the moment, I just felt so relieved that I almost shed tears.
She glanced gratefully at the tall Alang standing next to her, and felt that all her efforts were worth it.
Just Feng Junhou’s next words made her hold back her tears again.
“But to repair the Zheng Guo Canal, the royal family also has to pay, so we can’t just take the land without work.”
"The Xinghan Association will take 30% of the land that is opened up, and I don't care how the remaining 70% is divided between the royal family and the court. How about that?"
The royal family is the royal family, and the imperial court is the imperial court. The two cannot be confused.
Xinghan will take 30% as the bottom line, otherwise who will do the extra money if there is no benefit?
Now the Xinghan Society is no longer the society that needed to borrow the royal skin.
Not only can it produce things by itself, but it also has its own logistics network, so it no longer needs to rely on external resources.
As any association becomes large, it will have a variety of hills and different interest demands.
This also means that the time for the royal family to just make money has passed. If you want to get involved, you have to show real sincerity.
Zhang Xingyi thought for a moment and nodded:
"I can't decide on this matter, but I will convey Alang's wishes to the palace."
“Let’s go over there and have a look.”
Having decided on this matter, Feng Junhou planned to continue walking forward to take a look.
Although the traces of the former official roads can still be vaguely seen, the waist-high grass makes people a little hesitant, for fear of accidentally popping up a long insect.
Several guards were in front with sticks and sweeping around in the grass, trying to scare away the grass and scare the snakes.
Feng Junhou stopped and walked along the canal for a long distance.
From time to time I would squat by the ditch, not knowing what I was looking at.
After several days, he finally said: "That's it."
With little professional knowledge left in his mind, Civil Engineering Dog finally had a rough idea about repairing the canal.
“Let’s go, go back.”
Within five or six years, the cultivated land around Zhengguo Canal, plus Liangzhou and Longyou, can be reclaimed.
The increase in grain production brought about by the existing farming technology of the Han Dynasty was enough to support the Han Dynasty's army to move out of Tongguan, Wuguan and Taihang Mountains.
As for the food in Shu, just keep it and dump it on Wu.
Add the current emerging technologies and economic changes in Dahan, and once the national power forms a snowball effect, it will grow exponentially, rather than being a simple linear addition.
No one present could see the scene of the Qing Dynasty being beaten up by various countries of all sizes better than Feng Junhou.
So he is going to truly start the era of coal and iron.
It's just people who are living in the era, but they don't know anything about it.
Let alone others, even people within the Xinghan Association felt a little incredible when they heard that their brother had made this decision for the Xinghan Association:
“Exchange the land in Guanzhong for the land in the north?!”
"No, brother, you weren't... deceived by someone, were you?"
If it weren’t for Feng Hui’s leadership, which he had accumulated for a long time and had led the Xinghan Hui on the right path over the years.
Xu Xun almost said that he was deceived by sex.
He saw his elder brother leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating. He couldn't help it anymore, so he leaned over and asked quietly:
“President, tell me clearly, is this matter...”
He said, pointing to the direction.
“Is it something?”
Feng Junhou did not open his eyes, but just asked.
We agreed that we would only be away for two days, but we didn’t expect that we would be away for more than half a month.
Of course running out is not as comfortable as staying at home.
I was exposed to the wind and the sun, and I couldn’t eat well. I ran around every day doing field investigations.
Even though I have a good grasp of the public sentiment on the front line, I am still very tired.
But I still can’t feel at peace when I return to my house.
She has to deal with six children during the day and four women at night.
Life is miserable!
Finally, Feng Junhou was able to have a moment of peace while the child was taking a nap.
“Brother, are you in the palace?”
Xu Xun looked around and saw that no one was coming to disturb him at this time, so he asked quietly.
“Is this what the palace wants? Do you want us brothers to contribute money and food?”
If this is the case, then the appetite in the palace would be too much.
When fighting, it’s easy to talk about anything.
After all, even if you do business, you have to invest capital first, right?
Now that the battle is over, isn't it time to collect dividends?
Why is there still heavy bleeding?
“It counts, but it doesn’t count either.”
Feng Junhou said lazily.
Xu Xun was a little confused: "Brother, what does this mean?"
Feng Junhou yawned for a long time and felt a little sleepy.
“Brother, when we were in Jincheng, others occupied the good land first, and we didn’t have a share. There’s nothing to say about that.”
“It’s not easy to have such an opportunity now. This is Guanzhong! But in the future, as for the capital of the Han Dynasty, even if we exchange ten acres in the north for one acre here, we will lose money!”
There are not many people in Guanzhong now, and everyone has the ability to cultivate it. They can enclose as much land as they can, and future generations will not have to worry.
"impossible."
Feng Junhou rubbed his eyes: "It would be fine if he were just the emperor, but the queen in the harem is not a simple person."
“You don’t know what Xinghan will look like now? Is there any aristocratic family in the Han Dynasty that can compare with it?”
The Xinghan Hui has now become a powerful family. If the imperial court allows the Xinghan Hui to enclose land in Guanzhong, who will have the final say in Guanzhong in the future?
What is the difference between moving the capital from Shuzhong to Guanzhong?
“When the imperial court cracked down on powerful powerful people a few years ago, I planned a lot of things. It’s not like you haven’t participated in suppressing food prices.”
“Don’t you know by now the imperial court’s attitude towards aristocratic families?”
As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Xun:
"Why does the imperial court only allow me to be a minister and not to record the affairs of the minister? Is there really no other reason besides my relatively low qualifications?"
Taking qualifications as an excuse is just an excuse.
Feng Junhou stepped from being without an official position to where he is today. Could it be because of nepotism?
Of course, it’s just a little bit, but just a little bit.
When it comes to military and political achievements, how many people in the Han Dynasty can compare with Feng Junhou?
It's just because this is a sensitive period, and the emperor will not allow a powerful minister to appear in the court before he has complete control of the court.
What's more, the Xinghan Society, founded by powerful ministers, has greater energy than aristocratic families.
As long as Zhang Xingcai's political IQ is on the human average, it is impossible to allow the Xinghan Society to over-expand in Guanzhong.
Hearing his brother’s words, Xu Xun couldn’t help but feel a little angry:
“I just want to have more land to pass on to my descendants, isn’t it?”
“How many do you want?” Feng Junhou glanced at Xu Xun, “How much is too much?”
“There is nothing wrong with wanting more land to pass on to our descendants, but the mistake lies in the fact that the Prosperity of the Han Dynasty will be one.”
Xu Xun clicked his tongue:
What brother said, if there was no unified Xinghan Hui, where would we be today?
Seeing Xu Xun’s confused look, Feng Junhou smiled:
"Don't worry. Over the years, when have I ever let everyone suffer? I exchanged the land in Guanzhong for the land in the north. I made a lot of money. I don't know if it can be passed down to three generations."
“But I know that if this thing is done well, we can make money in five years that three generations could not make.”
Xu Xun’s eyes widened again:
“Brother, don’t lie to me. I have stayed there for nearly half a year, and I have already asked the barbarians over there.”
“It’s not that you can’t farm over there. Hu’er, the Xiongnu, also farmed there in the past, half farming and half pastoral, but it’s far from what can be compared with Guanzhong.”
“And it’s not like you can grow sugar cane there, let alone tea, so it’s a huge loss!”
Feng Junhou shook his head, stretched out his little thumb, and said with a smile:
“It’s smaller, the layout is smaller, how much money can we make by farming?”
There was a mystery on his face:
“There are better things than grain in the fields to the north.”
When Xu Xun heard this, he was immediately excited. He came closer and asked nervously:
“Brother, brother, could it be something yellow and white?”
As he spoke, he took a sip of saliva.
"black."
Xu Xun: “?”
“Coal.”
"Carbon?" Xu Xun was not too disappointed, thinking thoughtfully, "Then...it's not bad."
Most of the coking coal refined in Nanxiang was sold to the imperial court, which then used it to make iron.
Some of it is made into coal cakes, which are specially sold to cities for heating in winter.
Even Jincheng now has coal stoves produced by Xinghanhui's workshops.
Any family with some spare money will buy a small coal stove.
Burning coal for heating in winter, you can also cook on weekdays, which is very convenient.
The coal used by the court and the private sector was different, but a considerable part of the consumption was supplied by the Xinghan Society.
It is definitely impossible to make huge profits, but this is a steady stream of money.
Over time, I have made a lot of money, but no matter what, it cannot be compared with woolen materials and brown sugar.
But it is much better than selling grain to Jingzhou.
After thinking about this, Xu Xun suddenly slapped his thigh:
“Wonderful, brother!”
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Feng Junhou with burning eyes.
Feng Junhou was originally listless, but when he was so startled and deceived, he was so frightened that he almost slid off his chair.
"What are you doing?"
“Brother, be careful, be careful!”
Xu Xun quickly supported Feng Junhou and said with a smile of admiration:
“It turns out that brother had already planned it. Brother is right. It’s because the younger brother’s situation has become smaller. The situation has become smaller.”
Feng Junhou looked at him with some confusion:
How could you see things that even Zhang Xiaosi couldn't see? Could it be that you hid yourself before?
“Brother, it’s cold in Guanzhong, much colder than Hanzhong.”
Xu Xun helped Feng Junhou sit down, and then rubbed his hands, "Let alone the Northland, if there is no heating, as many people as possible will freeze to death."
“Think about it, how much charcoal will be used in such a cold day?”
Xu Xun was excited just thinking about it.
Whether it is transported from the hometown of Jiuyuan to Guanzhong along the Qinzhi Road, or from Pingcheng to Hedong, it is very convenient!
Not to mention that after Guanzhong was still the capital of the Han Dynasty, it was the center of the entire Han Dynasty.
The arsenal in the capital must be supplied to the entire Han army.
The population of the capital city is the largest in the world.
How much coking coal and briquettes will be consumed by then?
No matter how flat or straight Qin Zhidao is, he may not be lucky enough!
Maybe the engineering team of the Xinghan Hui can also have a big meal of meat...
Thinking of this, Xu Xun just wanted to dance for joy:
"It's done, it's done, brother! Brother, you are really gifted with talents, unfathomable, and far-sighted..."
What is that little bit of land in Guanzhong?
The imperial court wants it?
Give, give, give!
With the charcoal from Heping City in the North, it might be passed down to ten generations, let alone three generations!
Barbarians?
What kind of barbarian?
Isn’t that the labor of mining?
Seeing Xu Xun almost going crazy with joy, Feng Junhou added quietly: "There is still iron."
"ha?"
Xu Xun immediately stopped.
He opened his mouth and looked at his brother blankly.
“The best coal and iron in the Han Dynasty are all there.”
“Plop!”
Xu Xun was unsteady and knelt down directly. He rolled around and hugged Feng Junhou's thigh:
“Brother, brother, you are the biological brother of our Xinghan Society. No one is as close as you!”
Feng Junhou lowered his head and said slowly:
“I heard that there are silver mines over there at Langshan Mountain.”
“Brother, I can’t repay your kindness even if I work like a cow or a horse!”
I don’t want the land in Guanzhong, I don’t want it all, I want Jiuyuan and Heping City!
Whoever dares not to let Xinghanhui serve the country and open up frontiers, everyone will rebel!
(End of this chapter)