Chapter 59 Just kill them all.
“Brother, why are you in a daze here?”
Feng Yongzheng was immersed in his own emotional world and couldn't extricate himself. Zhao Guang's voice suddenly sounded, pulling him back to the real world.
Feng Yong wiped the corners of his eyes. Well, it was dry, not wet.
“Oh, I was thinking about something.”
“What are you thinking about so deeply?”
Zhao Guang came over gossiping.
"Erlang, I want to ask you something." Feng Yong hesitated for a moment, as if he was organizing his words. After a while, he continued, "If, I mean if, one day, barbarians and barbarians from all over the world will join us. Central Plains, slaughter our Han people, what will you do?"
Zhao Guang laughed and said, "Brother, why are you suffering from hysteria again? How could this day have happened? All barbarians from all over the world are the concubines of the Han Dynasty. How dare you do this?"
"What if? What if this is the case?" Feng Yong asked without giving up, "Then in Nanzhong, isn't it true that the Liaoman rebels?"
"What if," Zhao Guang thought for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Anyone who dares to offend the Han will be killed. Isn't that the end of it? Besides, Nanzhong is basically a barren land. What kind of Central Plains is it? There are so many brothers. Consider it."
Fuck! Your tone is so awesome! However, I like it!
Feng Yong laughed and gave a thumbs up.
The capital has been a bit lively these days. The cause of the matter is that a few days ago, His Majesty, who has always been a good baby, issued an edict: In memory of the past achievements of all ministers, I want to reward them with the land of Hanzhong.
According to everyone's understanding, the emperor had just ascended the throne and wanted to win over people's hearts, so he wanted to find a way to reward us. But I was still too careless. I didn’t expect that there was no spare land in Shuzhong, and in the end, I wanted to use a shabby place like Hanzhong to deceive us!
Where is that place in Hanzhong? Apart from the large number of soldiers led by Wei and Hanzhong, how many people are left there? Besides, the land there has been barren for so long. If I want to cultivate it again, I'm afraid it will take three to five years? No one is clearing wasteland, no one is cultivating the land, and we still have to pay for food. Is this His Majesty trying to trick us?
So before this decree was finalized, some old ministers went to His Majesty the Emperor to cry out, saying, Your Majesty, this is not appropriate! We all worked very hard with the late emperor to build such a small empire. You can't treat us like this!
His Majesty the Emperor is also in a dilemma, saying that it’s not like you don’t know, how can I have the final say in the current state affairs? Isn’t it all Xiangfu’s idea? Of course, how could a wise man like Xiangfu be so confused? Someone must have been talking cleverly into his ears. Why don't you all go and persuade Xiangfu to change his mind?
At the same time, a certain emperor was secretly proud in his heart: Let you, a clever talker, steal my sister-in-law again!
Most people were immediately frightened when they heard this. But there were also one or two people who took advantage of their senior status and actually went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. For example, Liu Yan, the Marquis of Duxiang, is Liu Bei's same surname and clan, and his status is second only to Li Yan. He himself is very ostentatious and likes luxury and luxury. Now that something like this has happened, doesn't it make him bleed a lot? With less money, how can we support the dozens of young and beautiful maids in the mansion?
Looking at Liu Yan crying there with runny nose and tears, Zhuge Liang was extremely bored and just told him to get out of here.
Liu Yan, who failed to gain sympathy, was kicked out of the prime minister's palace. After hearing the news, all the civil servants were gnashing their teeth. Who the **** gave the prime minister such a bad idea to have a son without PY?
Compared with the civil servants who introduced a representative like Liu Yan to go to the prime minister to wipe his tears and ask for sympathy, the generals seemed to be much more low-key. Those who felt that they had status and might be selected by the emperor for rewards would go to the Zhao Mansion to visit. Ge Feng, I would like to ask if this matter has been settled like this? Is there any possibility of turning around? As for going to the Prime Minister's Mansion, they definitely wouldn't dare.
Zhao Yun, who is now the number one military leader, sneered at them and said, "How fair and strict is the Prime Minister? When has he ever tricked his own people?" If you really don’t want it, just wait until the edict comes and don’t regret it!
When all the generals heard what General Zhao said from the Zhao Mansion, they all thought about it secretly. Listening to what General Zhao meant, it seemed like there was something good in it? But it seems to be a matter of blood loss, how can it be beneficial? Could it be that a smart man like the Prime Minister wants to steal the hard-earned money from reckless men like himself?
When Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang, he was so scared that he almost peed!
Mr. Zhuge wants to trick me again?
Yes, the idea was his, but where was the Eight Ox Plow? What about those surrendered prisoners? Without the eight-ox plow and the surrender of prisoners, the reclamation of wasteland in Hanzhong would be a trap for the heroes. On the contrary, with the Eight Ox Plow and the surrender of prisoners, it is to benefit the heroes! If the two necessary and sufficient conditions are missing, the conclusion drawn is the opposite, do you understand? Have you never done any mathematical argumentation questions?
Given the current situation, if those people knew that this idea was his, it would be best to die without a burial place!
So, this time I want to save myself?
Feng Tibi expressed that he was very sad.
The time soon came when the rice was ripe, but Feng Tubol still couldn't think of a way to do it, so he had to stay in his house every day, never wanting to leave Zhuangzi again.
Fengzhuang’s bumper harvest this year is a foregone conclusion. In the first half of the year, Shuzhong is ripe with a bumper wheat harvest. In the second half of the year, Fengzhuang is ripe with a bumper harvest of millet.
Seeing that the grains are not only much taller than others, but also the ears of grains are bigger, plump and droopy, the farmers in Fengzhuang laugh so hard every day that they can’t even see their teeth.
Especially the piece of land where farmyard manure was spread has been privately used by farmers as next year’s grain crop, so they almost didn’t even put up a fence to surround it. Not only were there people squatting and watching in the field all the time during the day, but there were also two local dogs **** and watching at the field at night - for fear that people from other villages would steal their treasures.
Feng Yong scorned the rustic behavior of his farmers, but at the same time he was very interested in the harvest rituals of the Han Dynasty.
Different from later generations who would directly harvest their crops when they saw them ripening, harvesting crops at this time was a very solemn matter. Perhaps it was due to the lack of food?
A few days before the crops mature, the housekeeper will go to find someone to calculate the days to see which day is suitable for planting. Then on the calculated day, he will invite a few witches and wizards to dance in the field, yes. , in Feng Yong’s eyes, it’s just disco dancing—although the housekeeper said it was to invite God.
When they finished dancing, Feng Yong, the head of the family, began to appear. He raised a torch tied with an orange pole, circled the field, and finally picked up a sickle to cut the first handful of millet, indicating that the harvest had officially begun.
The farmers behind them rushed into the rice fields with sickles in their hands, bent down and began to harvest the rice.
The first piece of land harvested by Fengzhuang this year is the key protected land. It will be the food for the entire village next year. The sooner it is harvested, dried and stored at home, the sooner it will be safe.
(End of this chapter)