Chapter 52 It’s not selling, it’s surrendering prisoners
Looking at Feng Yong's confused expression, Zhuge Liang knew the answer and continued: "A few days ago, Yang Zizhao used to persuade me, 'We have the same body for governance, and we cannot invade each other from below', telling me not to rob others. I didn’t expect you to say these words again today. At such a young age, you have quite a lot of knowledge."
Feng Yong grinned: "The Prime Minister is so complimentary."
You were exhausted to death, I still know this. But before you die from exhaustion, someone has already advised you not to deal with big and small things. This is something I didn't expect.
Zhuge Liang glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said calmly: "Since you have such knowledge but are unwilling to become an official, then just stay on your three-thirds of an acre and farm hard. Why do you still have evil intentions?" Do you think the big man can’t tolerate you anymore?”
As soon as these words came out, Feng Tibi almost peed in fear.
"Why did the Prime Minister say this? I have always behaved myself, so why do I have any bad intentions?"
You must not carry this pot on your back. If you do, you will be dead.
"A few days ago, a department seized a group of barbarians, totaling more than 500 people. The seller said that it was Feng Zhuang who ordered it. You, a small village, have to buy 500 and 32 pieces. How can you do your duty? What do you mean?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong coldly, his peach blossom eyes were not charming at all, but full of coldness.
Fuck! If I hadn't traveled through time and knew that you were the biggest human trafficker in Shu Han, I would have truly believed your performance! But Feng Yong discovered, so what if he knew the truth? You can't just turn a blind eye to someone who should be cooperating with your performance, right?
“Your Majesty, Prime Minister, there is no secret behind this matter.”
"I have been waiting for you to explain a few days ago," Old Demon Zhuge sighed, with an expression that said, "I believe you so much, but you let me down." He said sadly, "Xijun said you are a good boy. , you would never be so confused and ask me to wait. Unexpectedly, I still need to send someone to call you, Feng Yong, what do you think I should do with you? "
It’s not in vain that I have been so diligent in delivering food to the Prime Minister’s wife. It still has some effect at critical times.
Feng Yong saluted Huang Yueying gratefully again: "Thank you, madam."
"If you don't rush to say thank you, let's first tell the Prime Minister why he did such a thing. If you can't tell me one, two, three, even I won't be able to spare you." Huang Yueying had just asked someone to bring the bowl and spoon. Bring it, and he was digging out the ice cream from the jar. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled at Feng Yong, his tone and expression were a bit like the little aunt in his previous life.
"Yes. Back to the Prime Minister, I actually have some considerations about this matter. It's not that I didn't want to come and explain to the Prime Minister earlier. It's just that I've been busy drawing something these past few days, and I didn't draw it for fear that the Prime Minister wouldn't believe me."
"Oh? What kind of thing are you going to do? You need more than five hundred people?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong in disbelief, "If you are lying to me, do you know the consequences?"
“If you dare to deceive the Prime Minister, then you can just let the Prime Minister suffer.”
"Okay, since you said that, I will wait for a few more days. I wonder when you can finish the painting?"
“The painting has been completed today and is now being carried out on the boy.”
“Bring it up.”
"yes."
“What is this?” Zhuge Liang took the drawing handed over by Feng Yong, pointed to the maza next to him, and looked at it for a while before asking.
Feng Tubao was feeling sorry for himself when he heard the old demon Zhuge asked and quickly replied: "This thing is called the Eight-Niu Plow. It is suitable for farming large fields and for clearing up wasteland. The power of one plow can beat the power of ten plows today." Twice the work…”
“Stop it!”
Who is Old Demon Zhuge? As soon as he heard Feng Yong say this, he immediately interrupted him, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone next to him to get down. Even Huang Yueying took Zhang Xing away with knowledge.
After everyone had left, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong seriously, pointed to the chair opposite, and said, "Sit forward."
It’s not easy! Feng Tubiao felt a little teary-eyed. From being forced to stand, to sitting on a small horse, to sitting on a chair, the treatment was getting higher and higher.
“Is what you just said the truth?”
"Of course it is true. This eight-oxen plow has great benefits but also many shortcomings. It requires eight oxen to pull it. One plow can plow the field in one day, which requires more than a hundred people to be able to do it. Moreover, the eight-oxen plow is complicated in craftsmanship. , beyond what ordinary people can create.”
Zhuge Liang twitched his beard and smiled, obviously very satisfied with Feng Yong's explanation.
The advantages of the Eight Ox Plow are obvious, but its shortcomings...what are shortcomings to others are advantages to a country! The craftsmanship is only good if it is complicated. If it is too complicated, ordinary people will not be able to make it. But for a court with generals as supervisors, how can it cause trouble?
"As long as the eight-oxen plow is built, Prime Minister, the many barren lands in Hanzhong can become fields for cultivation. As long as the cultivation is successful, the court will no longer have to worry about food in the future." Feng Yong quickly added a handful more fire.
When Zhang Lu was in power, how many people fled from Guanzhong and Sanfu due to the war did Hanzhong receive? At that time, it was one of the few peaceful places in the world that was not affected by war.
Later, Cao Cao came, followed closely by Liu Bei, and the two fought life and death in Hanzhong. Finally, Liu Bei drove Cao Cao away, but found that what he got was an empty Hanzhong. Cao Cao, who was evil-hearted, had long been All the hundreds of thousands of households in Hanzhong were moved away.
Until now, the military rations for the Hanzhong garrison still have to be transported from Jincheng, and there is no way to feed them locally. It is really a sin to waste such large tracts of fertile land there!
Now that most of the land in Shu is controlled by aristocratic families, the court can only harvest so much food in a year, so how much can it do? There is no food in hand, and there is no confidence to even speak. This is why those people in Nanzhong are dancing so happily now, and the old demon Zhuge still has to endure nausea to appease them, but cannot send troops to suppress them.
“Is this why you want to buy so many servants?” Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, “Do you want to enclose the land in Hanzhong?”
Of course I want to! But do I dare? Hanzhong is the base of Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition, how can anyone get involved? In addition, now that there are eight-oxen plows, as long as enough manpower can be obtained, the wasteland that can be cultivated in two or three years will basically be cultivated. In four or five years, the raw land will become mature land, and the food produced will be enough to arm an army of 100,000 people. Even if it's another hundred thousand, there won't be any problem.
Why did Zhuge Liang continue to tolerate Li Yan becoming more domineering a few years later? The reason is that Li Yan entered Shu early and had already developed an interest relationship with some local aristocratic families, so he was able to obtain food for Zhuge Liang's Northern Expedition.
Food problem is the biggest problem!
Although I can't get food, I can help you figure out a way to get food. This credit is not a small one, right?
Feng Turtle was thinking smugly. When he heard this, he waved his hands quickly: "How dare you have such an idea? This salesman is barbaric..."
"Hmph!" Zhuge Liang picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and then continued, "Where is the talk of selling barbarians? It's just surrendering prisoners, don't talk nonsense!"
Feng Yong screamed again. Just now he said he was found out by a supervisor, but now he is a surrendered prisoner. Could it be that you are the ancestor of Sichuan's face-changing?
(End of this chapter)