Chapter 228: There seems to be a drama

Chapter 228 There seems to be something going on

“Oh, okay, okay, Feng Yong understands. I will definitely study this book carefully and will not disappoint the Prime Minister’s good intentions.”

Although I still don’t quite understand what Zhuge Lao Yao means, since Ma Di has already said this step, it is definitely not a bad thing. Let’s deal with it first.

In the final analysis, the reason why Feng Tubao couldn't figure it out for a while was because of the difference in values, and he underestimated the importance of the "Tai Gong's Six Tao" in the eyes of the ancients.

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In order for a figure like Zhang Liang to inherit the art of war, he had to go through several deliberate attempts to make things difficult, and he had to be respectful from beginning to end in order to achieve his wish.

It’s a pity that Feng Tubiao came from the era of information explosion. As long as you have the heart, you can’t find any book?

Hence, Feng Tibi inherently respects and values books and knowledge less than the ancients.

As far as he knew, there were only two fixed descendants of Zhuge Lao Yao, first Ma Su and later Jiang Wei.

As for how much he can be taken seriously by Zhuge Laoyao, to be honest, he has never thought about it.

The authorities are confused, that’s all.

How could Ma Su not see that Feng Yong's demeanor lacked the due solemnity?

However, he also knew that this son was a disciple of a master, and he himself came from the treasure mountain. This great gift in the eyes of others may not be in his eyes. He had no choice but to secretly worry about the prime minister's kindness, but Don't waste it.

Sigh, the Prime Minister really has good intentions for the sake of the great man.

However, when he saw the envious look in Li Yi and Li Qiu's eyes, his somewhat beaten self-confidence finally recovered.

When I saw Guan Ji again, my heart moved again. I thought of how beautiful she looked when she came out with Feng Yong just now. I thought that Feng Mingwen now has so many bonds. Thinking about what he said about not being able to go back to the mountain gate, It must be true.

As long as he can stay in the Han Dynasty with peace of mind, with the Prime Minister's methods, why worry about where he can escape?

As soon as I thought about this, most of the depression in my heart disappeared.

"That's all, this is a matter between the Prime Minister and you, and I can't say much."

Ma Su pretended to sigh and said, "I am here this time, and there is one more thing I want to ask Feng Langjun."

“Prefect Ma, please speak. Feng Yongzhi will tell you everything.”

Feng Yong said quickly.

“It was Feng Langjun who first brought up the wool issue. But does Feng Langjun know that if the Han Dynasty lets the wool be harvested this year, does Feng Langjun know how much food it will cost and how much wool can be harvested?”

Feng Yong pondered for a moment and then said: "Last year, when Zhuge Liang joined the army in Hanzhong, he went to Ju County to harvest wool. One stone of grain was exchanged for two hundred catties of wool. If the cost of harvesting wool alone was not much, it would not be much."

“It’s just that the account is not calculated in this way. The cost of transporting grain must also be taken into account, as well as the manpower and material resources transported back when collecting it, plus the need for weaving, which is the bulk of it.”

“As for how much wool can be harvested, it is difficult to estimate.”

Ma Su patted his thigh and praised: "This is the truth. It seems that last year, the Prime Minister made the right move by letting Zhuge join the army and Feng Langjun to try harvesting wool first."

After saying that, he glanced at Feng Yong again and said, "Winning over the barbarians in Liangzhou is related to the plan of recovering the Han Dynasty, so it has to be done. But now the Han Dynasty has not recovered its strength, and the money and food are also tight. I don't know if Feng Mr. Lang, do you have any good ideas for this?"

Feng Yong glanced at Ma Su and saw him looking at him eagerly.

The aura is very familiar, and it is almost the same as the searching look of Zhuge Lao Yao.

Do you think I am a bank cash machine?

Of course, it’s not impossible to treat me as a bank, but have you ever seen any bank doing loss-making business?

Feng Yong smiled and said, "This is a national matter. Yong is just a boy. How do you know?"

Ma Su's face straightened up and he said: "Why is Feng Langjun so down on himself? The most handsome young gentleman in the Han Dynasty, who is highly valued by the prime minister, how can he become a brat? But if you have an idea, just say it."

Huh? Are you trying to flatter me?

Feng Yong could not have imagined that Ma Su could say such words without changing his face. He was right (black whistle), but you, an old man in his late thirties and almost forty, flattering a teenage boy, It’s very subversive!

Haven’t you seen Li Yi and Li Qiu’s eyes widening over there?

Li Yi and Li Qiu are both thinking about the same thing in their hearts, but they are still too thin-skinned...

Since the words have come to this point, Feng Yong is too embarrassed to hide them anymore.

Then he coughed dryly and said: "What Feng Yong was thinking of was nothing more than last year's situation. The Hanzhong Prefecture collected wool and the people weaved cloth, and the output was divided into half. In this way, the government treasury will have some money, and the people will have something to eat. Everyone is happy with what they get.”

Public-private partnerships are very good in many cases and can complement each other's advantages.

Folk weaving?

Where did the people in Hanzhong come from?

Ma Su glanced at Feng Yong and twitched the corner of his mouth.

This guy is really shameless.

Think again about the news I got before coming to Hanzhong. Over in Nanzhong, the royal family wanted the queen to accumulate blessings for their first child who was about to give birth. In the name of not being able to bear to see the women of Nanzhong suffer, they recruited women on a large scale, without any restrictions from Han officials.

He said that as long as he is willing to come to Hanzhong to work as a weaver, he can not only survive, but also have a full meal...



This is the second time today that Ma Su wants to scold her.

This matter, if the Feng Mingwen in front of me doesn't matter, he can twist off his own head and use it as a chamber pot!

Come to Hanzhong to be a weaver?

Hanzhong doesn’t even grow food, so where can we get mulberry and hemp?

In addition to weaving wool, what else can be knitted?

Thinking of those workshops again, Ma Su felt that this young man was really ahead of the game.

Even the Prime Minister can't stop this matter now. After all, it is in the name of the Queen accumulating blessings for the child in her belly. Who dares to stop it is not cursing the first child of the Han royal family?

So the Prime Minister had no other choice but to ask Governor Li of Nanzhong to find ways to recruit some people.

But how can the name of a governor be as appealing as the name of a royal queen?

This matter was probably planned by this **** from the beginning.

The people, the people, the people are shit!

Are you still considered a citizen?

Ma Su finally understood why the Prime Minister always yelled like a kid when he mentioned this kid. Sometimes, he could really make people so angry that they felt helpless.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down and said: "This method is also good, but where can we get so many people in Hanzhong? I'm afraid the wool will still have to be transported to Jincheng."

"Prefect Ma must also know that the road to Shu is rugged. If we transport it to Jincheng again, we will have to spend another amount of money and food, which is too wasteful."

Feng Yong took a careful look at Ma Di and saw that he was listening attentively. He was secretly happy. Could this be something interesting?

(End of this chapter)

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