Chapter 251 Sincerity and Black Heart
“It involves deep plowing, leveling the land, and spreading fertilizer. No food grown anywhere else is so fine. Feng Jiancheng really put a lot of thought into this alfalfa.”
Huo Yi did not steal Feng Yong's limelight at this time. He stood back and watched Feng Yong's demonstration very sensibly.
Feng Yong threw the rake to a Han MCC official next to him, shook his head and said with a smile, "If you grow food like this, it will be better than other departments. This land is the most real. No matter how much effort you put into it, It gives you something back.”
Huo Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and nodded at Feng Yong, "Feng Jiancheng's words are truly true."
“It is a real word and a real thing.”
Feng Yong and Huo Yi walked to the field together and continued, "That's why I still like this farm thing the most. If you treat it sincerely, it will also treat you sincerely."
Huo Yi looked thoughtfully, glanced at Feng Yong, then looked into the distance, and said with a touch of emotion, "Back then, when the late emperor was young, it was precisely because he treated people sincerely that no one left him in the most critical time. Feng Langjun’s words must be a good sentence.”
"It's just a casual comment. I can't deserve the praise of Huo Jianling."
"Otherwise," Huo Yi shook his head and continued, "Zhao Erlang, Li Dalang and others were all talented at one time, but now they all regard Feng Langjun as their leader."
"If Feng Langjun didn't treat these people sincerely, how could they have such good stories?"
“Huo Jianling is too praised.”
Feng Yong thought to himself that Li Yi could be called a talented person, but Zhao Guang...
Thinking of Zhao Guang, Feng Yong thought of something again and said, "I will leave the pasture matters here to Huo Jianling. When I come out this time, in addition to the alfalfa matter, I also want to go to Ju County."
“Why go to Ju County?”
Huo Yi asked with some interest.
"I have a batch of woolen cloths in my hand. Because they are all made of the lowest quality wool, they are ugly in style and have a lot of burrs. Even if they are lined with linen, they are uncomfortable to wear. The only advantage is that Just to keep warm.”
Feng Yong coughed dryly, "I thought that the barbarians lacked things to keep out the cold, and they were not picky after all, so I wanted to take this batch of wool to Ju County in exchange for something."
Huo Yi looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment. Just now he was talking loudly and sincerely to him, but in the blink of an eye, he was ready to start a black-hearted business?
I don’t know how his conscience disappeared after he said it.
“What can I get in exchange for that kind of cloth?”
"Hey, Huo Jianling has been in the palace for a long time, so he doesn't know the sufferings of the barbarians. If you can have something to keep out the cold, it's already a blessing. How can you care whether you wear it or not?"
Feng Yong waved his hand and continued, "I heard that the Hu servant under me said that one piece of cloth like this can be exchanged for two sheep at least. Even if the sheep cannot be exchanged, the alfalfa seeds are not enough anyway. If the Hu man takes it, It’s okay to exchange alfalfa seeds for it.”
Looking at the man in front of him who acted so matter-of-factly and without moral integrity, Huo Yi felt a slight chill on his back.
“Now that the weather has gotten warmer, it’s probably not cost-effective to change at this time, right?”
Huo Yi swallowed. He had also seen the piece of cloth Feng Yong was holding.
After all, he was the emperor's and the empress's eyes and ears in Hanzhong, and he had a partnership with Feng Langjun in front of him. He even worked as a doorman for the textile workshop, blocking Ma Di.
Even though he knew that he was doing a black-hearted business, when he thought that one piece of low-grade cloth could be exchanged for two sheep, his heart felt hot for some reason.
It’s not me who did this kind of thing. I’m just asking. Is that okay?
Huo Yi forced himself to comfort himself in his heart.
"The land of Liangzhou goes west and north, and even in May, it is still quite cold. Also, some Qiang and Hu people graze in the deep mountains. There is no distinction between spring and autumn in the deep mountains. Even in summer, There’s a chill, too.”
Feng Yong popularized knowledge about geography and climate to Huo Yi.
"Last year, when Zhuge joined the army to harvest wool, he asked the barbarians who came to spread the news. Now people from Ju County have sent word that someone is driving cattle and sheep to prepare for exchange."
Upon hearing this, Huo Yi couldn't help but blurted out.
“Then what should be done about farming here?”
“As the supervisors and supervisors, do you and I still have to do everything with our own hands? Is there no one left in Hanzhongye?”
Huo Yi pointed not far behind him, "Let them do something."
Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's fine."
Anyway, you don’t want to go to the fields in person. If you can’t even do the job of watching people go to the fields, then you don’t want to be an official of Hanzhongye.
“If Huo Jianling really wants to go, then we can leave tomorrow, okay?”
“Everything depends on Feng Langjun.”
Juxian is said to be a city, but in Feng Yong's view, it is more like an earthen fence piled up with earth.
I don’t know whether it was originally like this, or whether it became like this because it was used by the Hu people as a cattle and sheep pen for a long time.
Although the city wall looks dilapidated, this place now has a deformed prosperity that does not match the city wall.
Before anyone entered the city, Feng Yong and his party saw a lot of cattle and sheep outside the city, bleating and mooing, making it look chaotic and lively.
The ground was full of cattle and sheep excrement, which was very smelly.
Seeing Feng Yong and his entourage dressed neatly, with large cars following behind them, the momentum alone made the Hu people feel inferior.
Many Hu people consciously restrain their cattle and sheep so as not to block the road.
Even the Hu people who were walking on the road took the initiative to retreat to the side of the road to let Feng Yong and others pass first.
Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others stood at the gate of the city early. When they saw Feng Yong finally arriving, they couldn't hold back their excitement and shouted: "Brother, you want to kill me!"
After not seeing each other for a few months, Zhao Guang had a faint scar on his face and a faint circle of black hair around his mouth.
If Zhao Guang was a handsome young boy before, now he is a handsome and fierce young general.
It is the template of the young president in many romance novels in later generations.
Wang Xun stood behind Zhao Guang, his face more calm, but with the looming aura on his body, no one dared to look down upon him even if he didn't speak.
Huo Yi stood far away, watching Feng Yong and Zhao Guang and Wang Xun exchanging their excitement about meeting again after a long separation, with a touch of envy in his eyes.
“He Langjun, are you okay?”
After the excitement of the three of them meeting again, Feng Yong had time to look at He Wang and salute.
“It’s very good, very good. I’ve said goodbye to Nanzheng. I forget that I’m looking forward to meeting Feng Langjun again every day.”
He smiled and raised his hand in return, with great enthusiasm in his tone.
“You’re good.”
Feng Yong finally looked at Jiang Shu, who had been silent, and praised him.
“The villain thanks Feng Langjun for his good reputation.”
When Jiang Shu heard this, he was overjoyed and saluted quickly.
After Feng Yong greeted everyone, the group entered the city in a crowd.
What they didn't notice was that when Zhao Guang called out "brother", there was a slight commotion in the crowd.
(End of this chapter)