Chapter 329 Brothers talk
“That is also the secret treasure of the mountain gate!”
Zhao Guang’s eyes were shining, and he couldn’t put it down and played with the book in his hand.
“Actually, many of the things in this book have been made in the workshop,” Feng Yong explained, “I just sorted out these things.”
Feng Yong has been promoting the awareness of discipline and organizational training in the workshops and pastures. Even when Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were training the guards, Feng Yong would add something into it from time to time.
The purpose is to verify whether something in later generations can work in this era.
Facts have proved that what was said in the political and ideological education class is still very reasonable.
All things that happened in history must be supported by its social foundation.
For example, the organization of people in today's workshops and ranches seems to be very powerful in the eyes of Jiang Wan, Li Mu, and even Zhao Guang, but to Feng Yong, it is basically just that.
At least for now, if you want to go further, you must have a further social foundation.
Illiterate and can’t even understand the most basic passwords. What else do you want?
It is not easy to let them know when the whistle is used, what the rules are in the workshop, and when they should do what.
If you want to go further, you must have a sufficient literacy rate.
So Feng Yong’s next step is to promote night school literacy after raising enough children who know basic commonly used characters.
Three thousand common characters are needed to read and write, but among them, the most frequently used characters in daily life are 500 characters.
Having recognized these five hundred characters, at least within the scope of the workshop and pasture, that is definitely enough.
I know how many ways to write the word "fennel", but what's the point?
Huge people must be able to speak Chinese when naturalized. This is currently the most basic requirement. As workshops and pastures expand, more and more team leaders, captains, and stewards will be needed.
So, if they want to go further, literacy is the threshold set by Feng Yong - and it does not distinguish between men and women, and it does not distinguish between Hu and Han.
And this is also one of the fastest ways for the Hu people to integrate into the Han people as soon as possible.
So the two books in the hands of Zhao Guang and Wang Xun are Feng Yong's summary and reasoning of the workshop and ranch experience, which can be regarded as version 2.0.
“I asked how this workshop and pasture were not only unheard of before, but even many things in them were incomprehensible to me. It turned out to be things from my brother’s sect.”
Zhao Guang was even more excited when he heard this, and lowered his voice and said, "So this secret treasure is the only one in the world, right?"
As he spoke, he shook the book in his hand, and then he seemed to remember something again, with a mysterious smile on his face, "No wonder my brother didn't stop Jiang Angel. I see these days, he can't see the way out."
“That is, the doorway inside brother’s master’s sect. Even if a few of me and others followed along and didn’t understand everything, Jiang Angel can understand it in a month?”
Wang Xun also looked proud, his face glowing red.
“I’m alone!” Feng Yong couldn’t see the fuss made by the two of them and said angrily, “Wenxuan has it all written down, how can it be considered the only one?”
“I understand. Li Wenxuan is one of our own now. It’s natural that he should get a share.”
Zhao Guang smiled, as if he understood everything.
"Okay, okay, don't be slutty, hurry up and get there, if you continue to delay, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Feng Yong couldn't explain to these two guys, "Don't forget what I said and wait for half a year. If Jincheng has any expenses, don't be polite to me. Just explain it in a letter."
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun are the first two investment results from Feng Yong. He can't help much on the battlefield, but he can still be used as a logistics cash machine or something.
“There is still your share here. I estimate that in two months, we will no longer have to worry about money and food. Then everyone will have the first dividend.”
In the first half of this year, most of the woolen cloth produced by the textile workshop was supplied to Jincheng. The small part left in the workshop was basically exchanged for food.
But Feng Yong and Zhuge Liang had made an agreement that after September this year, Maobu's share would be reversed. Jincheng would only get 30%, and they would get 70%.
Coupled with the fact that the ranch cheese arrears are in place, Feng Yong has privately estimated that the first profit will basically be made in October, and the profit will not be small - Zhuge Lao Yao can make ten times the profit with evil intentions, and there is no reason for them You can’t even earn five or six times.
Otherwise, how can we call it a one-man business?
“Save it for me, little brother.”
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun clasped their fists together.
“Isn’t Yiwen and Zishi coming to the forefront?”
Watching Jiang Wan and his party walking away, Li Yi felt a little envious in his eyes.
“It’s still far away.”
Feng Yong shook his head, "This is only the first step. How far they can go in the future depends on their talents."
“I don’t know how much higher I am than my peers at this starting point.”
Li Yi looked at Feng Yong, pointed in the direction of Zheng Zheng, and said pointedly, "When the governor of Wei was the general of Yamen, he was more than ten years older than them."
Feng Yong smiled calmly and said nothing. He got on his horse, turned his horse's head, and took the lead towards the workshop.
When Li Yi, Yang Qianwan, Li Qiu, and Huang Chong followed up, they finally said, "Captain Wei, the late emperor had a keen eye for recognizing people and transcending promotions. How many people in the world can have such good luck?"
As he said that, he glanced at Bu Qu who was following far behind. It was true that no one could hear their conversation, and then he said, "Wenxuan, I remember that you once said that if the Prime Minister wants to march south, It won’t be until the year after next that we say it will take 50,000 troops to lead an army, so what do you think now?”
After hearing this, Li Yi showed a slight wry smile on his face, "Brother, why do you need to mention my younger brother's scandal?" Then he sighed, "Even my master has to admit his mistakes. The plans of the Prime Minister and my brother are beyond the reach of ordinary people." .”
“Those are all the Prime Minister’s plans and have nothing to do with me.”
In front of his brothers, Feng Yong did not need to pretend and waved his hand, "I don't want to expose Wenxuan's ugliness. It's just that Yiwen and Zishi returned to Jincheng today, and there are some things that I want to make clear to a few brothers."
"Wei Ran, come up here, don't be so restrained."
Feng Yong said, then turned his head and looked at Yang Wanwan, who was falling at the back, "We are all brothers, don't get separated."
“Yes, brother.”
Yang Wanwan was surprised when he saw that Zhao Guang recognized Feng Yong as his brother. Later, when I arrived in Nanxiang, I saw that even Li Langjun, the son of the governor of Nanzhong, called Feng Yong his brother. I was even more shocked.
These two people can be regarded as the top men of the Han Dynasty.
It's just that he has just joined this small group not long ago - a newcomer has no status, so no matter where he is seated or whereabouts, he follows silently at the end.
At this time, I saw that my brother noticed me every time he said something, and I was a little moved at the moment. I quickly pulled the reins and followed him.
“The war is about people, money and food.”
Feng Yongxin pulled the reins from his horse and walked slowly, saying as he walked, "Everyone knows that the big man is doing a lot better now. Not only has the grain harvest been huge for two consecutive years, but also a lot of money and silk has been collected in the treasury."
"Also, since last year, the government has registered household registration for many people. Among other things," Feng Yong pointed to the farmland on the side of the road, "They are the people who were sent from Jincheng to open up wasteland. This year, there will be fewer It is said that there are fifty or sixty thousand."
After saying that, he smiled and said, "These 50,000 to 60,000 people are not just sent here and that's it. The government also rents cattle and seeds for them, so that they can at least survive this year safely. This is not a big deal. A small expense.”
Feng Yong was formerly the captain of the Hanzhong Diannong School, so he still had the right to know this internal information.
“Before, that would have been unthinkable.”
“My brother’s contribution is also part of this.”
Li Yi also looked at the surrounding farmland and sighed, "The eight-oxen plow is used by the big families, and the curved shaft plow is used by the small families. Hanzhong can be what it is today in less than two years. My brother's contribution is not insignificant."
After saying this, he thought of Nanzhong again, and couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face, "Nowadays, those rebels in Nanzhong, I don't know how many people hate my brother to the core. This strategy of harming Nanzhong and strengthening Hanzhong is really wonderful! "
"I just gave a direction. How to operate it depends on the Prime Minister."
Feng Yong did not dare to take credit for this, and then sighed, "Every bustle in the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. The ancients will not deceive me. The Prime Minister's control of people's hearts is even more wonderful. It makes people feel inferior."
“But everyone in the world only knows that my brother was the first to come up with this plan. They all know that my brother has a clever plan.”
“A clever idea?”
Feng Yong glanced sideways at Li Yi and said, "Wenxuan, don't try to coax me with nice words. There is a saying circulating in the whole Jincheng. I wonder if Wenxuan knows it or not?"
Of course Li Yi knew, but he could only pretend not to know, "I don't know."
Feng Yong laughed and pointed at Li Yi, "Wenxuan, why don't you tell the truth! You returned from Jincheng, but you didn't mention a word about the rumors spread in Jincheng. Do you think I don't know about it?"
Guan Ji has already sent several letters. She is now wholeheartedly devoted to Feng Yong. Naturally, she is not angry with those rumors in Jincheng, so she tells Feng Yong everything in detail. She also thinks that since Feng Lang is Xiao Wenhe, then we have to think of some ways to fight back.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yong didn't care at all and instead wrote to comfort him.
Even if Adou is suspected of not being Liu Bei's biological son, why should he care about these people?
“The clever words make Feng Langjun charming, but the ruthless Xiao Wenhe.”
Feng Yong thought for a moment and then laughed loudly, "Jia Wenhe's wisdom is famous all over the world. It is an honor for me to be called this."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Li Yi's face became even more strange.
“Brother...could it be that he is really related to Jia Wenhe?”
Li Yi said tentatively.
Feng Yong was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Jia Wenhe died of illness last year, and his elder brother came out of the mountains last year. Some people say that my elder brother and Jia Wenhe came from the same sect. One died and the other came out. They are all people promoted by the elder brother's sect to bring trouble to the world. .”
Jia Xu, for his own benefit, gave Li Jue and others advice to attack Chang'an, which not only accelerated the demise of the Han Dynasty, but also caused chaos in the world, so he was called the most poisonous person in the world.
Although the rebellion of the Han Dynasty was inevitable, what Jia Xu did was indeed unethical.
Feng Yong's face twitched, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "I have never met Jia Wenhe, and I don't even know what he looks like, so how can I become his fellow disciple? Those people really do whatever they can to slander me."
Hearing Feng Yong's denial, Li Yi coughed and agreed, "That's true."
Even though he said that, no one knows whether he believes it or not.
"Okay, let's not talk about that." Feng Yong never paid attention to those rumors and continued the previous topic, "As mentioned before, the big man now needs people, money, and food. In addition, The rebels on the South Central side were already half in chaos before the army could pass by."
"So I think," Feng Yong said this, looked around at everyone, exhaled, and concluded, "The Prime Minister is probably going to march south next year."
It is inevitable to pacify Nanzhong. Anyone with any brains knows that the Prime Minister cannot let Nanzhong continue to be in chaos - although many people now think that it is not bad to keep Nanzhong in chaos, at least the source of labor is guaranteed.
They may not know that they have become a knife in the hands of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, but so what, even if they are used, they have to be used willingly.
The chaos in Nanzhong has made them profitable, but the militia they launched will help Nanzhong be pacified faster. This is a very ironic cycle.
Although they had some hidden feelings in their hearts, everyone was still surprised when they heard Feng Yong say it with such certainty.
“The Prime Minister is marching south?”
Li Yi heard something inappropriate in Feng Yong's words, "Brother, you said it wrong, right? It should be the Prime Minister who sent the army to march south, right?"
Feng Yong chuckled, nodded and said, "I was wrong. Anyway, in my opinion, Yiwen and Zushi were transferred back to Jincheng this time. I don't think it may be the prime minister who is preparing for the southern expedition."
“Yiwen and Zishi are going to be transferred to the south by the prime minister?”
Feng Yong nodded, "The Han Dynasty has been severely weakened in recent years, and has lost a lot of good soldiers and generals. In addition, the old people..."
As he said that, Feng Yong glanced at everyone meaningfully and said, "It's time for the great man to have a successor, and it's also a good opportunity for us to make contributions. Do you understand?"
Everyone's eyes lit up after hearing Feng Yong's words. With the passion of young people and the heroic deeds of their fathers, who would be willing to be ordinary?
“Brother, what should I do?”
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun are already ahead, how can they fall behind?
Feng Yong's words aroused the excitement among several people. Even Yang Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
Thinking of my father, who is becoming increasingly depressed because he cannot return to his hometown. I still have decades to live, how can I sink like this?
“This is exactly what I am going to discuss with you brothers.”
The Southern Expedition is imminent, and Feng Yong is not afraid to say something to them.
It's just that Zhao Guang and Wang Xun got the opportunity. They don't know much about it now, but it doesn't matter for the time being.
But when it came to the Southern Expedition, they could only watch as Zhao Guang and Wang Xun gained military merit, and they may not have no ideas in their hearts.
So Feng Yong wanted to speak up in advance.
(End of this chapter)