Chapter 488 Political Legacy
Seeing Feng Yong's hesitant expression, Qin Yuan looked embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency said this himself. He said that he didn't have much time left and didn't want to drag others down anymore. Even the doctors sent by the palace were... Being driven back.”
“And these,” Qin Yuan pointed to the white banner, “are also what your Excellency ordered, saying that we should set up the mourning hall early to avoid being late.”
When Feng Yong heard this, he felt a little bit dumbfounded: Qin Mi is quite tolerant.
Qin Yuan welcomed Feng Yong into the Qin Mansion and saw that a mourning hall had been set up in the courtyard.
Crossing the front hall and entering Qin Mi's ward in the backyard, he saw thick woolen cloth hanging all around, and a strong smell of herbs.
Although the candles were lit, the light was still a little dim.
There is a human-shaped bulge on the bed in the room. I think it is Qin Mi.
Qin Yuan lowered his voice and said, "My lord is seriously ill and cannot see the wind. Please take more responsibility, Mr. Feng."
Feng Yong nodded.
Qin Yuan walked to the sickbed and whispered, "Sir, Lord Feng is here."
“Oh, are you here? Help me up quickly.”
Only heard a weak voice say.
Feng Yong stepped forward, saluted Qin Mi in Qin Yuan's arms and said, "Junior Feng Yong has met the elder."
Looking at Qin Mi at the same time, he saw that his face was sallow, and although his energy was a little sluggish, he was still not exhausted. Feng Yong was secretly relieved.
Qin Mi smiled silently and said in a hoarse voice, "That old man Du Qiong first said that I wouldn't survive this year, and now he has to bother you to come. It's really troublesome."
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "Yong is having a great time, and he happened to come over to give Da Sinong a blessing. I wonder if after the ceremony, Da Sinong's illness will be cured?"
Qin Mi laughed again, and actually had the strength to raise his hand and pointed at Feng Yong, "I often say that Mr. Feng has a clever tongue, and today I can really see him."
After hearing this, Qin Yuan's face changed slightly and his hands shook slightly.
Qin Mi rolled his eyelids and glanced at his son dissatisfied.
Feng Yong, on the other hand, didn't pay too much attention. He scratched his head and said with a smile, "Da Sinong just said that I can do it with my clever words and tricks. Anyway, I can't get rid of this title now."
Qin Mi immediately grinned and almost couldn't breathe.
"grown ups!"
Qin Yuan was anxious and shouted quickly.
“Get out! You useless guy.”
Qin Mi cursed angrily.
Qin Yuan was in middle age, and yet he was scolded like this by his own master in front of a young man. His face turned red and he was embarrassed.
At the moment, he took a pillow and carefully placed it behind Qin Mi. Then he walked over and whispered to Feng Yong, "My Lord is weak and sometimes his mind is a little confused..."
“Fuck you, mother!” Qin Mi yelled weakly again.
“…Sometimes you say something wrong, please don’t mind me!”
Qin Yuan finished speaking quickly, not daring to wait for Qin Mi to curse again, and then ran out quickly.
Qin Mi sighed, looked at Feng Yong, and said, "The children in the family are not up to par, which makes the king laugh."
There is no way to answer this.
That eldest son of Qin, no matter how "child" he is, he can almost become Feng Yong's father.
Where can Feng Yong laugh casually?
Feng Yongqian laughed and said, "Da Si Nong..."
“Hey, what kind of big farmer?”
Qin Mi waved his hand, "Looking at the whole Han Dynasty, who is qualified to say that he is a great farmer in front of Feng Langjun? It is not embarrassing enough. I only took advantage of my old age to occupy this position."
“If it really comes down to ability, Feng Langjun is more qualified to sit in this position than I am.”
This...then it’s even more impossible to accept!
"If Feng Langjun doesn't mind my sick and disabled body, please sit down in front of me. It's difficult to talk from too far away."
Qin Mi didn’t necessarily want Feng Yong to pick up the topic, so he patted the edge of the couch and spoke again.
Feng Yong moved the chair in front of the couch according to his words.
Qin Mi smiled with satisfaction, took a breath, and continued, "Speaking of which, I have a close relationship with Feng Langjun. When Zhang Huishu came to Shu from Soochow, I had a very pleasant conversation with him. After returning to Wu, I also exchanged letters with me."
“I heard that Feng Langjun and Zhang Huishu are close friends through correspondence. If you think about it, there is no need for you and me to be too outspoken.”
Zhang Huishu was the same as Zhang Wen. In the second year of Jianxing, he was sent as an envoy to the Han Dynasty.
Feng Yong smiled when he heard this, "The elder is humble. Yong once heard that when Zhang Huishu was sent as an envoy to the Han Dynasty, many people valued his talents. Only the elders argued with him and were convinced to increase the power of the Han Dynasty. This is not the case. It's so simple to have a good conversation."
Feng Yong's flattery was obviously in the right place. Qin Mi said with a smile, "Zhang Huishu is indeed talented, but unfortunately he failed in Soochow. I remember that he admired you very much at that time. I wonder if there are any letters recently. contacts?"
Feng Yong nodded and said, "Always. I heard that he was implicated and dismissed from office soon after returning to Wu. The Zhang family in Wu County had a difficult time."
“So before I went to Nanzhong last year, I had someone bring him a letter, which told me how to make gray sugar from sugar cane. When the time comes, I will bid to recycle the gray sugar, which can also be considered as finding a way for the Zhang family.”
“What is gray sugar?”
Qin Mi looked curious.
“Just squeeze the juice from Jiaozhou sugar cane, and then boil it briefly to get the gray lump of Tangyi, which is gray sugar. Although gray sugar is sweet, it has a lot of residue, and it tastes astringent and bitter.”
“Since gray sugar tastes bad, what do you do with it?”
Chin Mi is even more strange.
Feng Yong showed a mysterious smile, "Elders, don't forget, I am also planning to plant sugar cane in Nanzhong."
“I heard about this. It said that you can make Tangyi from sugar cane.”
Qin Mi nodded.
"That's right." Feng Yong slapped his thigh, "Jiaozhou is the origin of sugar cane, but the sugar cane is inconvenient to transport. It would be much more convenient if it is made into gray sugar and then transported here. Then I will think of ways to turn the gray sugar into sugar. Yi, isn’t that okay?”
To put it bluntly, it is the primary processing and further processing of agricultural products.
Just like in my hometown in the previous life, the jasmine factory first collects jasmine flowers from the farmer uncles, conducts primary processing, and makes primary products that are easy to transport, and then transports them to other places for fine processing into jasmine tea.
Rather than transporting fresh jasmine flowers directly to the final processing site.
If that were to happen, not to mention how many jasmine flowers would be wasted, but by the time they reach the end of the field, the fragrance of the jasmine flowers would have long since evaporated and they would no longer be of any value.
Feng Yong is now taking the same path.
Although the Zhang family of Wu County was suppressed, the family had a strong foundation and the relationship was even more complicated. In addition, Zhang Wen was deeply sympathized with by the Wu state because of his deposition, so he took advantage of Feng Yong's method and soon became friends with him. Jiaozhou established a relationship.
After the first batch of gray sugar is delivered to make white sugar or brown sugar, I will take a bite and pour a mouthful, and I will be greedy for those who dare to doubt whether sugar cane can be grown in Nanzhong.
Qin Mi's eyes widened when he heard this, and he sat up tremblingly, shouting out loud, "If this is the case, wouldn't it be as powerful as salt and iron?!"
Although Qin Mi claims to have secretly occupied the position of great agriculture minister, he is just being self-effacing.
He still has the qualities that a great farmer should have.
Just hearing Feng Yong say this, he could immediately roughly estimate the huge profits involved.
Whether it is worthwhile to plant sugar cane in Nanzhong, no one except Feng Yong dares to say for sure before seeing the real thing.
Even the people in the Xinghan Hui now only plant wild beans in their gardens in Nanzhong in the first year, firstly to save some fertility in the land, and secondly to wait to see the final results of their own Huihui. What kind of candy can you make?
Even if Huishou failed to make sugar, it would not be considered a loss if he got the manor land in Nanzhong.
But now when Qin Mi heard what Feng Yong said, he immediately reacted: No one would be stupid enough to use real money to deceive people, right? Otherwise, you have to spend a lot of money to buy gray sugar at least, what are you trying to do?
But if you really want to make Tangyi, the money you make will be several times what you invested in it!
Just how could Feng Yong admit the huge benefits of sugar production like this? So he quickly denied it, "No, no, Hu... well, I just make some pocket money..."
"The prince is worthy of being a descendant of a noble family. Even if he only has pocket money, he still has so much."
Qin Mi made a roar in his throat. He became more energetic as he spoke. He didn't look like he was about to die at all.
What is this old man saying? Why can’t I understand it?
Feng Yong pretended to be confused and seriously corrected Qin Mi's cognitive error, "It's just pocket money for a big farmer, not much money."
"Okay, it's just pocket money." Qin Mi said with a bit of laughter and tears, "That's why I said that the prince is more suitable to sit in this position than me."
Why does this old man always think about giving up his throne?
Feng Yong said quickly, "A great minister should not be like this. He is never just a laggard in his studies. The elders are highly virtuous and highly respected. It is just right for an elder to be a great minister."
Qin Mi was overjoyed and patted the sick bed, "How can there be such a big farmer who can't do anything while lying on the bed?"
Then he sighed again, "This is just a small contribution from Your Majesty and the Prime Minister to comfort me in the past. The high moral and prestige you mentioned is out of the question, but if you really want to talk about it, I have a lot of achievements over the years. A few old friends and disciples.”
As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yong and pointed to the next door, "They are all waiting over there for me to take my last breath. I wonder if Feng Langjun is interested in meeting them?"
Feng Yong shuddered and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
This Lao Qin is a well-known scholar in Shu. When Zhuge Laoyao entertained Zhang Wen, everyone was present, but he was the only one who did not arrive.
Not only is Old Demon Zhuge not angry, he also has to wait for him. You can imagine how big his cards are.
Coupled with the fact that he is now one of the Nine Qings, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the top leaders of the Yizhou Sect.
This kind of person has more than a few old friends and disciples?
Now you want to introduce your old friends and disciples to yourself?
Remembering that Du Qiong is also a member of the Yizhou faction, Qin Mi mentioned again and again just now that he is more suitable for the position of chief agricultural officer...
This couldn’t have been settled long ago, right?
Does Lao Qin intend to hand over this huge political legacy to himself?
Feng Yong looked straight at Qin Mi and swallowed, feeling that he must have thought too much.
“Yong came here to treat Da Sinong and nothing else.”
Feng Yongqiang composed himself, shook his head and said, "Da Sinong, let the medical staff come in to take a look at you first."
Qin Mi had a look of disappointment on his face, shook his head and said, "I've been sick for so long, and I'm not in a hurry. Since you don't want to see them, I have to be a bad person and ask you a question for them."
“I wonder what Da Sinong wants to ask?”
“Is the copper mine in Juti County real?”
“The copper mine is naturally real.”
Feng Yong finally realized that this time, he was really being plotted by Du Qiong and Qin Mi.
Let me just say, how can such extremely rare Najib comments be so easy to come across?
Still a fierce tiger guarding the mountain?
Du Qiong is using his reputation as bait.
Obviously, Lao Qin's health is about to fail. As a mountain figure, he is already preparing to find a way out for his Yizhou sect's disciples and grandsons.
“Is it true that we are preparing money and food to dig copper mines?”
The sick look on Qin Mi's face disappeared, and he stared at Feng Yong with bright eyes.
"it is true."
"Are you really going to give interest after digging it out?"
"right."
"you promise?"
“I can’t joke about my ranch and workshop in Hanzhong, right?”
"Okay." Qin Mi smiled, as if he was relieved, "Then I'll be relieved. Having said so much today, it's really exhausting."
Feng Yong understood, "Then Yong will ask the medical workers to come in and take a look?"
Qin Mi was noncommittal, "Feng Langjun expressed his kindness, so I thanked him in advance."
In Qin Mi's case, even the palace doctors could not cure the disease, so how could the doctors under Feng Langjun do it?
Fan A and Li Dangzhi’s treatment of Zhang Xingcai and Huang Yueying is still confidential because it involves the privacy of the women.
So Feng Yong had nothing to say.
He turned around and went out, bringing in Fan A who had been waiting for a long time.
“If Feng Langjun doesn’t dislike those mediocre people next door, go and get to know them.”
While Fan A was feeling his pulse, Qin Mi spoke again.
“Don’t worry, Da Sinong will let the medical staff take a look at it first.”
Feng Yong waved his hand.
Because it was Feng Yong who brought him to the door in person, and he heard that the old man in front of him was a big farmer, Fan A mustered up all his energy and used all his abilities to look, hear, ask, and feel. After struggling for a long time, he finally turned around. He turned around and winked at Feng Yong.
Before Feng Yong could speak, Qin Mi asked, "How is it? Can you cure my disease?"
Fan A looked at Feng Yong.
“I have already set up a mourning hall outside. I have long been prepared to die. You can just say it here.”
Qin Mi urged.
"Fan Yi Gong, just tell the truth. It's okay. Da Si Nong can see it."
Feng Yong had no other solution for this kind of old man who was already aware of his death, so he had no choice but to give instructions to Fan Adao.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Fan A bowed and said, "Da Sinong's disease has become serious. It will be difficult to eradicate it."
Hearing this, Qin Mi smiled at Feng Yong and said, "How about it? I've said it before, how can this disease be so easy to cure?"
“Is there no way?”
Feng Yong asked.
Fan A shook his head.
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(End of this chapter)