Chapter 193 He Wulang
“Let him come tomorrow.”
Feng Yong nodded and agreed.
If He Wulang is appointed as Governor Wu Xing, it will definitely be difficult for him.
After all, he could be regarded as a local official at that time - although Ju County is now used for nothing except collecting wool.
But you, a local governor, don’t stay in your own place of governance. Instead, you go to Hanzhong hundreds of miles away to chat with people. What do you want to do?
But it is precisely because that place can only collect wool at present that Feng Yong cannot be bypassed and he has to come to visit.
But this He Wulang, I don’t know what kind of certificate he got, so that Zhuge Lao Yao could put him in such an important place?
This is probably due to Li Yi, right?
Perhaps the Li family over at Nanzhong also tried their best?
Feng Yong glanced at Li Yi suspiciously and asked casually: "How is the progress between Wenxuan and the young lady of the He family?"
"Brother Youlao is worried. Your Excellency just sent a letter the day before yesterday, saying that he is planning to discuss with the third brother of the He family to make a marriage agreement first."
Li Yi looked a little shy.
Pickup artist!
Feng Yong sighed, he is still a weakling!
Guan Ji dangles in front of my eyes every day, and it has only reached the point of holding hands. If she wants to go further, she can't.
When I sent Guan Ji back to the post house at Yang'an Pass, I said something stupid, "Everywhere the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers reach, are Han lands."
Then Guan Ji caught the conversation and added, "If one day, the husband can really fulfill his promise, I will kowtow to the husband, and I will be willing to do so."
This kind of main line strategy mission is truly hellish.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that we have to wait until the great Han Dynasty is revived before we can mention marrying her. After all, she only said kowtow, not marry.
But just like the birds in the world, the Han Dynasty could not even completely pacify its last territory, this three-acre area in Shuzhong. How can you ask Feng Yong to open his mouth?
At the very least, you have to wait until Old Demon Zhuge defeats Nanzhong, right?
Otherwise, where would you put the face of the time traveler?
"In this case, I really have to congratulate Wenxuan. I'll ask him to come tomorrow. I want to go out in two days."
“I understand, little brother.”
He Wulang, whose given name is forgotten and whose courtesy name is Shensi, is a chubby man, even fatter than Adou. His round face looks very happy.
If Li Yi hadn't brought him over and said he was the Wulang of the He family, Feng Yong felt that he was more like the foolish son of a rich man from the countryside.
She laughs when she sees people, and her eyes narrow into slits when she smiles, which makes her look a bit naive.
There is no trace of the demeanor of a legitimate son of an aristocratic family.
“Why did you forget to meet Feng Langjun?”
The little fat man was very polite. When he saw Feng Yong, he saluted directly.
“He Langjun doesn’t have to do this, just sit down.”
There was no one else in the meeting hall. Even Li Yi just brought the people over and went out directly.
“Thank you Feng Langjun.”
He Wulang bowed his hands again before sitting down.
She doesn’t look like she’s not used to sitting on a chair. She probably sits there a lot at home.
After Amei brought the soup, she closed the door behind her when she went out.
The weather in Hanzhong has begun to get cold now. If you don't close the door, the cold wind from outside will pour in, making it difficult for people to talk properly.
“The hut is simple, I hope He Langjun doesn’t mind.”
“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, a mouthful of hot soup is enough to drive away the cold.”
He Wulang put down the bowl and said with a smile.
This guy neither has the gentle demeanor of some aristocratic families nor the delicate appearance of some aristocratic families. He looks completely alien.
"He Langjun came here this time, I wonder what the purpose is?"
The chair he just sat on was a little cold, and Feng Yong felt a little uncomfortable and twisted slightly.
“I want to ask for the same thing from Feng Langjun.”
“Oh, He Langjun must have seen it when he entered this village. Even the place he lives in is a thatched hut. Is there anything else that He Langjun can like?”
Feng Yong said it jokingly.
“Where Feng Langjun is, there are many treasures!”
He Wulang looked at Feng Yong, with the same harmless smile, but what he said was not simple, "Therefore, I came here to seek treasures."
“How come I don’t know what treasure I have?”
Feng Yong found it interesting. He recalled what Zhao Guang said to him when he first came to Fengzhuang, which basically meant the same thing.
"I heard that Feng Langjun has a thousand-character text, which is an excellent book for children to learn, so I forgot to ask for it."
He thought he was talking about wool, but unexpectedly, he said a thousand-character essay that Feng Yong didn't expect.
"This matter is easy to hear. Wenxuan also took a copy from me at the beginning. Since He Langjun is on good terms with Wenxuan, he can just ask him to rub a copy, so why bother?"
“There is one more thing I want to ask Feng Langjun.”
“What’s the matter?”
Feng Yong naturally knew that He Jiawulang would not come to him specifically for this reason. This matter was actually just an introduction.
“I heard that Feng Langjun planted a lot of tea trees in Jincheng?”
Feng Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did He Langjun learn about this?"
“I found out about it from the sixth room of the Li family.”
He Wang didn’t shy away from it at all, still looking natural.
"The third room in the He family has a good marriage relationship with the sixth room in the Li family. I heard Taigong Li mention this casually during my free time. Later I forgot to go and inquire about it. I learned that Feng Langjun could grow tea seedlings. I don’t know if it’s true or not?”
“Of course it’s true. I promised Taigong Li that I would give him some tea seedlings.”
Feng Yong was not afraid of anyone knowing this. After all, he grew tea and had no intention of selling it in the Han Dynasty. His real purpose was to make tea bricks and sell them to nomadic people.
So he is not afraid that others will follow suit and plant tea, and the more he grows, the better.
At this point, I believe no one can guess his thoughts.
“Did Feng Langjun plant those tea trees for some other reason?”
He Wang had a mysterious smile on his face.
Fuck!
Feng Tubao, who was just proud that no one could know his thoughts, was shocked. Did this guy know something?
“He Wulang, what do you want to say?”
Feng Yong calmed down and asked why he had forgotten.
"If Feng Langjun only grew tea for his own consumption, or only wanted to supply it to the Han Dynasty, he would not have given the tea seedlings to Li Taigong so readily. Therefore, after careful consideration, I realized that Feng Langjun had other plans."
This **** fat guy has a pretty smart mind.
"Tea soup can only be drunk by rich people, and it is mostly in the south. It is rare in the central plains of the north. Feng Langjun planted so many tea trees himself, and also sent tea seedlings to Li Taigong. He thought that he would need a lot of tea, and it must not be just for his own use or use. Within the borders of the Han Dynasty.”
Why don’t you forget to look at Feng Yong’s expression after saying this.
Feng Yong's face was slightly gloomy. He Wang said the four words "Han Dynasty" twice in a row, which already explained the problem.
(End of this chapter)