How could Chapter 157 be at a disadvantage?
"How does this work?" Zhang Xiahou objected as expected, "Although I have never seen any cattle and sheep pastures, but just from the name, I know that it is for cattle and sheep, and its output will not be small. Four Mom is so young and has never done anything for Feng Langjun. Isn’t it just a matter of provoking gossip for me to get such a big advantage for nothing?”
"What gossip can we have?" Guan Ji smiled lightly and pointed to herself, "Not only the fourth mother, but also the niece has a share. There is also the daughter of the Huang family, General Ma from Yang'anguan, the prime minister's family far away in Hanzhong Brother, the second son of the Zhao family all have a share."
“Like old times?” Zhang Xiahou frowned, but felt something was different.
"Auntie can look at it this way, but it's different." Guan Ji explained, "But the share of the pasture is only calculated on the head of the person, not the clan."
"Why is this?" Zhang Xiahou felt that she had seen the world. The biggest national thief in the Han Dynasty could be regarded as her brother, and the current emperor of the Han Dynasty could be regarded as her nephew and son-in-law. What monsters and ghosts had she not seen before?
But now, she suddenly realized that she had never seen Feng Langjun act so strangely.
This matter, not to mention Guan Ji, even Zhuge Laoyao has only temporarily thought of part of it. As for the deeper reasons, I have never thought about it in detail.
Only someone like Li Yi, who has a dark mentality and is always thinking about Feng Yong's behavior, can guess even a little bit.
"How does my niece know?" Guan Ji shook her head and moved the contract forward on the table. "If there is a family, someone will receive one. Auntie, really don't you think about it for Siniang?"
Zhang Xing held the woolen sweater in his arms, looked at his mother, and then at Guan Ji. Naturally, in his little mind, he couldn't figure out why Feng Langjun wanted to give her something, but why his mother was unwilling to take it.
“Sister, what’s the use of this contract?”
Zhang Xing asked crisply.
"Of course it is useful. For example, if this pasture produces produce in the future, you can get a lot of expenses."
Zhang Xing’s eyes lit up: “Is it more than what my mother gives me every month?”
Guan Ji held back her smile and looked at Zhang Xiahou, who turned her head away in embarrassment.
"This big man, when it comes to making money, there are really not many people who can match Feng Langjun." Guan Ji said vaguely, "Feng Langjun gave Siniang a lot of money."
Isn't it? He is a famous money-maker!
Zhang Xiahou secretly murmured in her heart, now her family is very wealthy, what does it rely on? It's not because of Feng Langjun's affection for giving away secret skills.
Let’s talk about the Eight-Niu Plow that is currently in the limelight in Jincheng. Rumor has it that it was made by His Majesty’s supervisors, and everyone said it was His Majesty’s kindness. But Zhang Xiahou, as an insider, knew that it was also something given to the big man by Feng Langjun.
The things that Feng Langjun gave to others were never stingy. In the eyes of the world, they were all big gains.
The proceeds from selling eight oxen for a plow were so much that even a person like the prime minister was unwilling to let go.
Thinking of this, I had a sudden thought. Could this so-called cattle and sheep pasture also have such benefits?
Looking at his fourth mother, and then at Guan Ji, Zhang Xiahou had some unknown thoughts in his heart.
It would be fine if Feng Langjun didn't give it to Siniang, but now that it has been delivered to her door, Guan Ji has received a share. Even if she feels it is inappropriate to accept it, she cannot push it out for Siniang's sake. Otherwise, wouldn't Siniang be at a disadvantage in front of Guan Ji in the future?
“Brother, what are you doing?”
After Zhao Guang returned to the camp from Nanzheng City, he asked Amei, who was squatting at the door of the house scratching and muttering to herself. After learning that Feng Yong was indeed in the house, he went in and saw his brother writing with a pen. What is it, I couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Ah, oh, goose, yi, crow, fish..." Feng Yong raised his head and glanced at Zhao Guang, and these strange sounds suddenly came out of his mouth that had been mumbling words.
“Ah, it’s Erlang who’s back?” Feng Yong stuttered for a moment before returning to normal, “You don’t understand Chinese Pinyin. How are things going?”
“Oh, I’ve made it clear. My sister said that a few days ago, spies suddenly received news that the Di people in the north and west seemed to be uneasy. General Wei planned to go and see for himself, so he had no time to pay attention to me.”
Zhao Guang said, but his eyes looked curiously at what Feng Yong wrote. He saw that what was written on it were the unique symbols of his brother's sect. He had also seen his brother use it to mark the words, but he didn't know. What exactly it means, my brother has never told others what it means.
"I see."
Feng Yong nodded, not surprised.
Ma Dai had also sent news before, and he also thought of using this excuse to gain a group of people, but Feng Yong dissuaded him. He had alerted the snake too early, which was not conducive to subsequent actions.
In addition, after learning that the Qiang people under his command were also forced into desperation by the Di people coming from the north, they turned to him.
Several sources of intelligence can be combined to cope with the situation.
“Is there a big commotion over there in the Di people?”
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and asked.
“I heard that the momentum is quite big, but my sister said that this is a custom, and they come here every year before winter to make a fuss.”
"Treat the grass in the valley." Feng Yong smiled, and then cursed: "It's all a habit of our own people! The wild dogs outside are used to eating human flesh, and they are addicted to it, let alone wolves?"
"What does it mean to hit the grass valley?" Zhao Guang couldn't understand what Feng Yong said, let alone what he was scolding suddenly.
“You don’t need to know.”
Feng Yong waved his hand, how to say this kind of thing? Nowadays, everyone thinks that barbarians are just dogs that they hold in their hands. Those who use them to watch the door put them at the door, and those who use them to bite people let them out and bark twice. How can they believe that dogs can also change? Become a wolf?
Zhao Guang heard this, but he didn't ask the truth. Anyway, after following his brother for these days, he finally figured it out.
There must be rules for how my brother does things. If he doesn’t understand, it’s because he’s too stupid to figure it out. All he has to do is follow it.
As for often saying things that are incomprehensible, that is more common.
Looking at the desk, there are also ghost symbols written on it that I haven’t understood after reading them for several months.
"Have you asked? The Di people are making such a big fuss. Is General Wei going to take action?"
Zhao Guang scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "That's not very clear."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and thought that in future generations, he would be considered a low-level employee who only deserves a guaranteed salary.
If Li Yi had been replaced, he would have definitely captured how many prisoners there might be - that is, senior employees.
"Brother, why are you asking this?" Zhao Guang was still whispering in his ears, "Even if General Wei takes action, it doesn't have much to do with us, right?"
"How does it not matter?" Feng Yongyong said impatiently, "Then the Qiang people can herd cattle and sheep, but the Di people can't? They all have one mouth and two eyes."
Zhao Guang finally understood and opened his eyes suddenly.
Believe me, ten thousand words a day is really the limit. After sitting in front of the computer for eighteen hours, I only slept for six hours. I...I...can I go to sleep for a while first?
(End of this chapter)