Chapter 62 I’m convinced
Originally, he thought that he had drawn the basic structure and handed the drawings to the country, which should be able to solve the remaining details. Unexpectedly, he still had to come back to him. It seems that he had overestimated the development of this era. Handicraft level.
With a "tsk" sound, Feng Yong directly threw the blame, "The supervisor and the pig can't even do this thing, so why are they left to do it? It's like a dead meal!"
Huang Yueying nodded and agreed: "It is indeed a vegetarian meal! The supervisor will belong to the outer court, which is difficult to deal with, but the various supervisors belong to the royal family and have been reprimanded by the emperor. The supervisors and supervisors have been demoted, and now they are Waiting for you to take office.”
Feng Yong was stunned when he heard this!
Is there something wrong with the logic of this statement? Why did it suddenly change to want me to be an official?
“What? Still don’t want to be an official?”
“No, ma’am, why me?”
“For your own good.”
Why is it just for my own good?
Looking at Feng Yong's disbelieving look, Huang Yueying said lightly: "You must have heard that a few days ago, His Majesty the Emperor wanted to reward everyone with land in Hanzhong. There were many complaints in the court, and all the ministers thought it was someone. Clever words lead to admonishment and slander..." He glanced at Feng Yong again, and the meaning was self-evident.
MMP! In Feng Yong's heart, ten thousand divine beasts roared and galloped past. Again, clever words and tricks, again clever words and tricks! Why is it so difficult for me to do something?
“But madam, you also know that. The boy is not in good health and often has to stay in bed. If he really wants to become an official, he cannot go on duty every day, for fear of missing something..."
I am not in good health and I am mentally ill. I would like to ask you if you are afraid?
“If you don’t want to be taken in, just say it clearly!” Huang Yueying is angry and funny, but is she not in good health? A man who has learned boxing is not your enemy, so how can he be in poor health?
Feng Yong chuckled: "It's not that I don't want to be a kid, it's just that I used to suffer from hysteria, and you know that, madam. What if I get the disease again one day and bump into someone I shouldn't bump into? Besides, kid. You are lazy by nature. If you really want to be an official, you have to go on duty every day. If you can't stand it any day, you will become lazy. Doesn't this make things difficult for a kid?"
More money, less work and close to home. How many people wanted such a job in the past life? Feng Yong has simply skipped this level now and has directly entered the realm of eating and waiting to die. Why bother to clock in and go to work every day?
Don’t think that the ancients didn’t think so. It’s hard to tell now, but once the powerful families confirm their dominance in the Central Plains, a trend will develop: only the most miserable people in the powerful families will be thrown out to the emperor.
At that time, the real direct descendants would not go out to work for the emperor. They would enjoy themselves behind closed doors at home every day. Do you want the family to send their talents to you to work? Okay, give me your greatest rights and I will come out.
So the prime ministers, ministers, and ministers are basically from aristocratic families. Even if they are not from aristocratic families, they are inextricably related to them. There is no way, who tells others to control the intellectual resources? Even the emperor looked down upon him. How could he lower himself to play with the emperor's lackeys?
In the era when imperial power did not extend to the countryside, the emperor could directly control up to the city level. As for the countryside, it was the private land of aristocratic families - who said that people have more land? A word from a village elder is more effective than a proclamation from a county magistrate. When officials go to the countryside, if they have anything to do, they go directly to the local elders and ask for help. As for the head of Guizhou, you don’t know where the government office is opening. Do you think this is a joke?
Of course, there are always exceptions to everything. There are always people in history who are "ambitious", but these people are certainly not an exception. But Feng Yong himself could only say that he had no ambitions, or that he did not dare to "have ambitions." Don’t think that time travelers are awesome. Wang Mang, the senior time traveler, knows how to defeat him? He became the emperor, met Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, and was summoned by someone. Hundreds of thousands of troops encountered a series of natural disasters such as meteor showers, mudslides, and earthquakes. In the end, Liu Xiu killed thousands of people. Got it! Is it frustrating enough?
The era that Feng Yong lives in is also an era where heroes emerge in large numbers. As far as Feng Yong knows, there are at least three sons of half a plane: Zhuge Laoyao, Sima Yi, and Sun Quan.
The old demon Zhuge used the extremely fragile grain transportation channels in Shu territory to defeat Wei State ten times its own size. He "feared Shu as much as a tiger" and in six years defeated Wei State's finances to the point where it almost collapsed. No one else could do this. .
Needless to say, Sima Yi was a combination of the movie king and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He fought to the death of all his rivals and finally allowed his descendants to conquer the world.
Sun Quan... was born a lucky man. At the age of eighteen, he was enjoying the fortune that his father and elder brother had built for him. At the age of twenty-five, a fire almost burned down all the money that Boss Cao had saved for decades. In his previous life, Feng Yong had just graduated from high school when he was eighteen years old. When he was twenty-five, he was working overtime. Compared with Sun Quan, was he an egg? !
Even if you have the lucky aura of a time traveler, so what? I just met Zhuge Lao Yao, the son of a demiplane, and he was tricked into almost deleting his account, rbq, rbq!
Glancing at Zhao Guang, who had just come over quietly, Feng Yong felt that his luck was better than his own. He was a second-generation official and had a good skin, and his father was so awesome... Tsk, tsk, it's simply not possible. Gotta pick!
Huang Yueying nodded: "Don't worry, now that the Han Dynasty has created everything, the royal family basically relies on generals as supervisors. The Shaofu Supervisor is actually an empty frame, not to mention the various departments under his rule. The various supervisors are just one supervisor. A prime minister has now been demoted. As long as you take care of the lack of supervisory orders, you will be the best in Zhuye Prison. No one will take care of you on weekdays. Even if you clash, it will be others who bump into you, so there is no need to worry. .Besides, Supervisor Zhu Ye doesn’t have anything important to do on weekdays. Occasionally, if something comes up, you just need to tell the people below to do it.”
“No one cares? Don’t you need to increase the value every day?”
Huang Yueying nodded: "That's right."
Is there such a good thing? Feng Yong rolled his eyes and asked, "If I get sick in the future, can I resign?"
Huang Yueying's fingers trembled slightly, and the veins on her forehead bulged faintly. She laughed, and her voice was a little distorted: "Your Majesty wants to reward all the ministers with the land of Hanzhong, but what he relies on is the Eight Ox Plow. Now the Eight Ox Plow can only see it. I can't see the object in the picture. If the Eight Ox Plow cannot be made at this time, I'm afraid there will be a fierce public outcry. I wonder if Feng Langjun has thought about what to do at that time?"
Okay, okay, I’m going, I’m going, isn’t it okay if I go?
Feng Yong is really convinced!
Mentioning this place for appreciating Hanzhong after a disagreement made Feng Tubao feel very scared. If one day someone really knew that the instigator was him, he would really have no choice but to take refuge in the Prime Minister's Mansion. .
(End of this chapter)