Chapter 503 What are you planning?
“Da Sinong is joking, why don’t you repay it? You don’t need to repay it!”
Feng Yong had a smile on his face and thought in his heart: I am sorry that I have worked so hard and made so many contributions to the Han Dynasty, but in the eyes of you, Old Demon Zhuge, I am judged like this?
You say that you, a dignified Han prime minister, actually learn to be a talkative woman and arrange others behind their backs, and you think you are not the son of man!
Seeing the dissatisfaction on Feng Yong's face, Qin Mi smiled again, "Don't misunderstand me, sir. This is just what the prime minister said jokingly when I was chatting and laughing with him in private."
“The original meaning of Prime Minister is that the prince is good at calculation and planning, and he is a rare planner.”
Oh I got it.
When Feng Yong heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little complacent. It turned out that I had such a comment from the incomparable scheming demon of the ages?
Just when I was about to feel complacent, I suddenly felt something was wrong: Isn't that the sentence "cruel and cruel Xiao Wenhe"?
You are a bad old man, you are so bad!
“The great Simong has received the award.”
Forget it, seeing as this old man is half dead, just take it as a compliment and don't argue with him.
Qin Mi shook his head and said, "I haven't received any awards."
As he spoke, there was a look of emotion on his face. He pointed at himself first and said, "Do you know what I was doing when I was sixteen?"
How can I guess this?
Feng Yong shook his head.
“At that time, I was studying hard. Do you know what the prime minister was doing when he was sixteen?”
“I don’t know.”
Feng Yong shook his head again.
“When the prime minister was sixteen years old, his uncle Zhuge Gongzheng, who raised him, passed away. This experience was somewhat similar to that of the princes. However, after taking care of Zhuge Gong’s funeral, the prime minister lived in seclusion in Nanyang and devoted himself to studying.”
"Ten years later, when the prime minister was twenty-seven years old, he came out of the country at the invitation of the late emperor. He made a plan to divide the world into three parts when he was just starting out. He was astonished by the world and called a genius in the world."
“As for me, I was already past my prime when I became an official. Even so, it was just because of my age. When the late emperor insisted on setting out to conquer Soochow, I was unable to dissuade him.”
At this point, Qin Mi pointed at Feng Yong again and said, "When Junjun was sixteen years old, he had already left the mountain. Sitting in the field, talking and laughing, he proposed two strategies. One was to pacify the Han Dynasty with Soochow, and the other was to make a decision. South China will prosper Hanzhong."
No, no, no, at that time I was almost scared to death by Zhuge Lao Yao, and there was no conversation or laughter.
Feng Yong wanted to explain, but saw that Qin Mi was in a lively conversation and couldn't interrupt him.
And this old man talks very nicely, so just keep listening.
"Because of the king, the great Han Dynasty, within three years, the land of Longxing, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, became prosperous again, and the people in Shu were in full bloom and had no worries about food and clothing. The barbarians in the south were shocked to hear the name of the ghost king and swore not to rebel."
Qin Mi became more and more excited as he talked, and a slight flush appeared on his dry face.
But Feng Yong's face turned redder and he said quickly, "Da Sinong, it's over. It's the prime minister's credit to pacify Nanzhong, not mine."
"Nothing! Not at all." Qin Mi waved his hand and said, "Nanzhong was naturally pacified by the prime minister, but it is common for the people of Nanyi to be brave and aggressive, disobeying education, surrendering and then revolting."
"But if you look at Nanzhong today, except for Yuejun, how can there be any rebellion? If there is no plan by the king, how can we have the stability we have now?"
"Those who disobeyed discipline," Qin Mi's old face came over and laughed in a low voice, "before the Nanzhong Gaojiang Governor's Mansion sent out troops, the barbarians had already broken through the village by themselves, and captured all of them, young and old. Go and sell it as labor force..."
“This move is wonderful!”
Qin Mi extended his thumb.
When Feng Yong heard this, he was stunned on the spot.
This business...have even the barbarians learned to do it?
This is ridiculous, who taught these simple national brothers bad things?
What's so wonderful? This move is simply sinister and cruel!
When the barbarians in Nanzhong who surrendered to Grandpa Zhuge found out that they could openly and openly rob food and territory under the banner of quelling the rebellion, and at the same time make huge profits from selling slaves, how could they not go crazy? Kill those barbarians who "refuse to accept enlightenment"?
Just look at how crazy the vigilante groups were back then.
There are no more barbarians who can't be "disobedient to education", and there will be people who will extend their sinful hands to those small and weak tribes.
is it possible?
It is simply certain.
In a wild land, it is the most normal thing to follow the law of the jungle.
In the end, it might even lead to a fight among the major tribes.
In any case, Nanzhong can only be regarded as a semi-controlled and semi-directed place at best. The imperial court controls Nanzhong through the powerful clans and barbarian princes. As for what happens below, as long as it does not involve rebellion, the tribes generally have the final say.
In this case, the imperial court just used an excuse to turn a blind eye, and maybe even secretly added fuel to the flames, making the tribes fight more fiercely.
It is a good thing to weaken the strength of the tribes in South Central.
It is a great joy to receive labor!
As long as the imperial court pays attention to balancing the various forces, fighting which ones it pulls, and suppressing which ones it supports, it can contain the entire Nanzhong with a small number of troops. I don’t know how happy it is...
If the tribes in Nanzhong really become red-blooded, and when they have run out of strength and all their blood has been shed, the imperial court will step in to clean up the mess and change the jixi to direct jurisdiction, wouldn't it be cool?
The more Feng Yong thought about it, the more he broke into a cold sweat.
This kind of handwriting has not gone away, it is definitely the work of a certain demon.
"During the Prime Minister's southern expedition, the prince passed through the three counties of Zangke, Yizhou, and Zhuti. Nowadays, all three counties are extremely peaceful, except for Yuejun. The prince did not go there at that time, so there is still rebellion. Now that the monarch has specially led his troops there, where else can those rebels from Yuejun go?"
Qin Mi was still chattering, and looked at Feng Yong with a look of admiration.
“I...it’s not me, I’ve never done it, Sir, don’t talk nonsense!”
Feng Yongkou said without hesitation, "Those three counties, the barbarians in those three counties...were afraid of being beaten by the Prime Minister and did not dare to rebel. They have nothing to do with me! That is just a coincidence, a coincidence! Da Sinong, you have to believe it I!"
Looking at Qin Mi, he saw an expression on his face that said, "You are indeed Xiao Wenhe." Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had been wronged.
“Besides, I’ve never been to Yongchang County. Isn’t Yongchang County also good?”
"What did the Lord say? Yongchang has never been the opposite, he has always been good."
Qin Mi said slightly reproachfully.
"This this…"
Feng Yong was dumbfounded. In his hurry, he even forgot about this incident.
“Even the prime minister didn’t hide the Nanzhong plan from me, so why should the princes hide it from me?”
Qin Mi said again slightly unhappily.
“What is Nanzhong’s plan?”
Feng Yong wondered what I was planning?
“The prince suggested that the prime minister and the barbarians form an alliance in Wei County and erect a monument as evidence. At the same time, he also used ghosts and gods as witnesses to establish stability in Nanzhong for at least twenty years. Isn’t this okay?”
"Yes, there is, but this matter of selling labor..."
"Who doesn't know that Fengzhuang has a group of officials?" The displeasure on Qin Mi's face became even stronger, "Why did the Lord cover up to me like this? The Prime Minister said that it was the Lord who first suggested selling labor. , and he was the first to come to him to buy labor."
“How dare you say that this scheme of selling labor has nothing to do with you?”
eaten!
Feng Tibi remember it well!
It’s just this kind of thing, how can I explain it in detail?
Seeing Feng Yong speechless, Qin Mi sighed, "The prince has been out of the mountain for three years, and all his plans are breathtaking. I have lived a mediocre life, and I don't want to be looked down upon by the prince." In my eyes, it is only natural that I don’t want to talk to me anymore.”
Again, this bad old man who relies on his old age and betrays his old age is really bad!
Feng Yong grinned and felt a little toothache. But since he came today and had something to ask of this old man, it seemed that he could only follow his wishes.
At that moment, he said shamelessly, "What did Da Si Nong say? These guys... these, um, plans are mostly just the beginning, and the rest are improved and implemented by the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister is the most ingenious."
"The prime minister is indeed extremely talented, but the prince is young and talented. The prince must not be humble."
Qin Mi said with a smile.
Be good, don’t be humble.
This old man is worthy of being the person who directly convinced Zhang Wen. He even puts to shame the clever and charming Feng Langjun with his arrogant words.
Feng Yong was speechless and was about to change the topic. At this time, he suddenly realized that Qin Mi had been talking about this for a long time and had actually left the original topic aside.
“Da Si Nong, as I said just now, has an industry...”
Qin Mi waved his hand and sighed, "My knowledge and virtue are not enough to convince the public, but to occupy the high position of Jiu Qing secretly is considered unworthy of my virtue."
"My son Qin Yuan has mediocre talents. He is already blessed to be able to enjoy my kindness. How can he dare to hope for wealth? With the ability of a monarch, it must be extraordinary to be able to say such things as heirlooms. Foundation."
“It was okay when I was alive, but if I pass away, this property will be in his hands, which will be not a blessing but a disaster.”
Feng Yong looked at Qin Mi with surprise and admiration in his eyes.
I don’t know how many people in Sichuan want to join the industry in their hands, but they can’t get it. I didn’t expect that the old man in front of me could refuse the benefits that he offered me. How clear-headed does this have to be?
“It’s Yong Menglang.”
Feng Yong said apologetically.
"Your Majesty has good intentions, why did Meng Lang say that?" Qin Mi shook his head and asked, "Your Majesty came to my house to give such a great gift, so I think you must have something to ask for, right?"
“There is something wrong, and I would like to ask Da Sinong what he means.”
“It doesn’t matter if you just say it.”
“I wonder if Da Si Nong knows about this person who is engaged in Fei Gongju in Yongchang?”
"Of course I know." Qin Mi glanced at Feng Yong, "Why did the prince suddenly ask about this person?"
“What does Da Sinong think of this person?”
When Qin Mi heard Feng Yong's question, his eyes flickered again, but he did not speak immediately. He pondered for a while and then said, "Fei Gongju is a talented person. He is upright by nature and likes to speak his mind."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Feng Yong again, "It is precisely because of this that he is usually not liked by others, and it is difficult to achieve his ambitions."
“I just don’t know if I still care about my ambition?”
Feng Yong asked.
Qin Mi's face perked up, he stared at Feng Yong closely, and asked, "Fei Gongju once violated the wishes of the late emperor, so he was demoted to work in Yongchang County. How dare you use this person?"
Feng Yong did not reply below, but just scratched his hair and said, "Yongchang County belongs to Nanzhong, Yuejun can also be regarded as Nanzhong, right? A few days ago, Huawan, the daughter of the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo, came to me and said that she wanted to Open a racecourse in Yuejun..."
“Is your Majesty ready?”
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, Qin Mi interrupted him directly and asked in a hurry.
Feng Yong nodded, "Yes, she is the young prince of the Zhurong tribe and the daughter of Meng Huo, the head of the Meng family, so there is no shortage of manpower."
"Besides, Yunnan horses are originally produced in Nanzhong, so she will have channels to find stallions. The only thing she lacks is money and food. So I thought about helping her find some people who are willing to provide money and food."
Speaking of this, Feng Yong glanced at Qin Mi.
Even if Qin Mi didn't think about himself and his descendants, he was still a top official in Shu, and he had a large number of disciples and disciples behind him who expected to eat with him.
And all the disciples, disciples and grandsons are inextricably related to the aristocratic families in Sichuan.
Feng Yong's own horse racing farm belongs to the rich and powerful in a specific circle, and ordinary people are not qualified to touch it.
But others want to open a racecourse, but lack technical support.
So I could only stare blankly at the people behind Feng Yong, rolling up their sleeves and getting ready to eat.
Now that he heard that Feng Yong was planning to support Huawan and open a horse farm, Qin Mi suddenly felt that something might happen to the nineteen-year-old prince in front of him.
According to the temperament of this young but far-sighted prince, this is almost certain.
The price to pay for participating depends on how big the young prince's appetite is.
It’s just that the interests involved are too great. Even if he knew that Feng Yong might be digging a hole, Qin Mi still had to ask the matter clearly.
“How is this racecourse opened?”
"Whoever has money and food support will be given a share. However, no one else is allowed to interfere with how the horse farm manages and raises the horse. When the horse farm produces output, the profits will be distributed according to the share."
Qin Mi frowned, "I have a share of the horse farm, but I can't control it. I just let that barbarian girl do the work. Who dares to invest money and food in it?"
"But if you invest money and food in, you can assign people to take care of things. Let's not talk about who has the final say in this racecourse. On weekdays, it's just you saying something and me saying it. There are many people and many hands, arguing with each other. I'm afraid that things will go wrong in the end. It's not as good as No one can control it.”
"But when it comes to money and food, it is a big deal, so I thought of finding someone who everyone can trust to supervise. The daily money and food coming in and out will be through his hands before being transferred to the garland. The output of the racecourse will also be calculated clearly by him. , and then allocate."
“Fei Gongju?”
Qin Mi finally understood.
Feng Yong nodded, "Yes. Da Sinong also said that Fei Gongju is upright by nature. If he is the one to supervise, everyone should rest assured."
“I’m afraid Fei Gongju will be too busy alone.”
"It's okay, Mr. Feng Yong," Feng Yong came over. "Each family can send one person to follow Fei Gongju to calculate the money and grain. This way, we won't worry about any mistakes."
“That’s a good idea.”
Qin Mi nodded and looked at Feng Yong again, "What do you want, then?"
"What?"
Feng Yong was a little stunned. What was this old man talking about?
“The prince has promised such a huge benefit, what do you want?”
Qin Mi made it more clear.
It is impossible for Feng Yongyong to not know which force he represents, nor to know who will be involved in the end.
Obviously, Huawan’s horse farm is aimed at local people in Yizhou.
Although the local people in Yizhou are now divided into two parts: those who support Ji Han and those who watch indifferently, the broken bones are still connected, and the complex relationships between aristocratic families and wealthy families can eventually be connected as long as they are willing.
Moreover, Tanglang's copper mine has opened an opening for the powerful people in Shu, and now this horse farm is likely to be the second opening.
But what does Feng Langjun want?
Qin Mi was a little unsure.
“I don’t want to do anything, it’s just to be entrusted by others and to be loyal to others.”
Feng Yong looked very sincere.
Qin Mi took a deep breath. It seemed that Feng Junhou had a big appetite this time!
Aiming for nothing means wanting everything.
(End of this chapter)