Chapter 646 Everything
“What’s the second favor?”
Feng Yong asked.
“The affairs of the inner government have been increasing in the past two years, so there is a shortage of manpower. I would like to ask Feng Langjun for a favor..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Yong shook his head repeatedly, "How can I help with this? I can't help even if I want to."
The old demon Zhuge took away his five hundred Nanxiang soldiers. The younger brothers of Xinghanhui coveted the students in his school. Now the royal family also wants to help.
I have been saving talents for almost five years. I started as a part-time rural teacher and taught Zhuangzi's children "The Thousand-Character Classic", and gradually built up a school that can barely support myself today.
How can it be such a good thing if you just think about stretching out your hands for the fruit that has been so hard to bear?
Zhang Xingyi said angrily, "Can't you just listen to me first?"
"What's there to say? Aren't you just staring at the students of Nanxiang Academy?" Feng Yong waved his hand, "Everything else is easy to talk about. This matter is non-negotiable."
If the royal family regarded those students as real talent training, then Feng Yong would not be so stingy.
But regardless of the people from the Xinghan Society or the royal family, the students from the school can only be regarded as tools in their hands. At most, they are just stewards who can be used easily.
It is almost impossible for them to recognize those students as "scholars".
At least not possible at the moment.
But for Feng Yong, those students were seeds, seeds that had just sprouted but could die at any time, and he had to protect them carefully.
This kind of thing cannot be rushed, but as long as we continue to discover the current situation, these budding seeds will one day grow up.
Whether it grows into grass or a crooked-necked tree, it can finally add a glimmer of hope to the leaders of Guizhou who are isolated from knowledge.
Whether it is ten years, twenty years, or thirty years later, he will only be fifty years old, so he can wait.
As long as we can control the development direction of this force and let it grow into a force that reverses historical inertia and allow the Han people to completely bypass that dark history, waiting for thirty years is nothing.
“I know that the students in those schools are your treasures and I won’t compete with you.”
Not to mention Zhang Xingyi, even Guan Ji, who was Feng Yong’s bedside friend, felt that the reason why Feng Yong cherished those school students was not only that they were easy to use.
Another bigger reason is that he is most likely selecting disciples for his sect to see if he can select students who can inherit his sect’s knowledge.
Because everyone in the small circle knows that the knowledge that Feng Yong has written down over the years has been packed in several large boxes.
I heard that they are all learned from the sect.
He also does not prohibit others from seeing it.
But no one has ever been able to fully understand the knowledge in these boxes.
Guan Ji also specially copied a part of it and showed it to Huang Yueying. Huang Yueying could only sigh in the end, "This is a unique skill in the world that no one can know."
In Nanxiang Academy, only students with extremely talented talents have the opportunity to further gain access to the knowledge in the box, so Guan Ji felt that Alang was definitely selecting students for the teacher's sect.
Even Guan Ji, who knows everything about it, can only think of this step, let alone others.
Zhang Xingyi stood up, walked to Feng Yong, and said coquettishly, "I have been to Nanxiang Academy many times, and I know that the things taught are different."
“Judging from these years, those students are quite useful, but I wonder if Alang has any taboos in teaching in the academy?”
Zhang Xingyi gently pinched his sleeve and shook it gently. (Don’t dare to have physical contact)
"Well…"
Feng Yong's eyes lit up, and then he lowered his eyes again, and then squeezed his thigh hard with the hand on the other side to prevent himself from laughing.
The pain made Feng Yong's expression become serious, "What do you mean by Siniang's words?"
Zhang Xingyi looked at Feng Yong's expression and said with some caution, "The palace wants to send some people over. They all know a few words and want to learn something like those students."
Sure enough!
"Why?"
Feng Yong asked pretending to be stupid.
"Oh! It's not because the accounting rooms used in various industries of the Xinghan Society, as well as the accounting methods and accounting methods, are all different from those of other families."
“Every time someone from the inner government goes over to check the accounts, if no one has personally given them instructions, even the old accountant will not be able to figure out the way for a long time.”
"The inner palace is getting bigger and bigger. How can it continue like this? So the palace is thinking of sending some people to the school."
"Once you learn those calculations, you won't have to be taught how to check the accounts. Otherwise, if someone really wants to do something, wouldn't the palace suffer a loss without even realizing it?"
Zhang Xingyi said very dissatisfied.
When Feng Yong heard this, he laughed and said, "That's ridiculous! Who dares to tamper with the tents in the palace?"
"Even if you don't dare, then wouldn't it be a joke if the accountant in the inner palace can't even read the account?" Zhang Xingyi pouted, "Just tell me if you can teach me?"
Feng Yong looked her up and down and asked, "Have you been a minister for only a few days, and you are already thinking about the palace?"
Zhang Xingyi saw that the soft offensive was not working, glared, and said fiercely, "Feng Langjun, please pay attention, Shang Gong is talking to you now."
Feng Yong nodded, "Oh, okay. Since you are a Shang Gong, let's just do business."
“The students admitted to Nanxiang Academy all have rules. If the palace wants to break the rules and just push people in, that’s not impossible, but there are other conditions.”
“What conditions?”
Learning is the most valued thing in this world. Although this matter is related to the palace, Zhang Xingyi does not think there is anything wrong with Feng Yong's words.
Even an emperor should respect learning.
Although Confucian classics are the most important thing in the world today, if you can teach a master of arithmetic within a few years, that is also a great question.
What's more, Zhang Xingyi also knows that what is taught in the school should only be the basics.
One of the most widely circulated legends in Nanxiang Academy is that only the best students are qualified to access more advanced knowledge.
It shows that what is taught in the school is actually far from being as simple as it appears.
"It's very simple. For example, the Xinghan Association has a convention. Outsiders who want to use the channels of the Xinghan Association have to pay a membership fee every time."
“So, if you want to join the school, you have to pay extra money and food. After all, the teachers in the school also need to eat!”
Feng Yong counted on his fingers for her.
"No problem." Zhang Xingyi nodded, "If you want to learn knowledge, Shu Xiu is definitely indispensable."
Feng Yong reminded, "Don't be in a hurry to agree so readily, there are other conditions."
"Except for Shu Xiu, Nanxiang Academy is completely closed on weekdays, so it has to provide them with food, clothing and accommodation. So they have to pay for food, clothing, accommodation and the like, right?"
“Also, the purpose of Nanxiang Academy is to teach everyone without distinction. Visitors from the palace are not allowed to reveal their identities after they come in, and the academy will only treat them as ordinary students.”
"What other students have to do and the rules they have to abide by must be the same. Without exception, if they really violate the rules, no matter what their status in the palace is, they will be dealt with according to the rules of the school."
Hearing these words, Zhang Xingyi had a somewhat troubled look on his face, "You must abide by the rules wherever you go. This is the principle."
"It's just that people who come from this palace always have a special status. I can't agree to this for the time being. I have to tell the palace first."
Feng Yong nodded, "It's right to be cautious."
After hearing this, Zhang Xingyi felt a little sweet in her heart, but she refused to forgive, "You care about me? My sister is the queen, what are you afraid of?"
Feng Yong clicked his tongue and said, "This married daughter is just like... Well, that means I care about you, so I mentioned this to you."
Feng Yong glanced at the door and once again confirmed that no one was there, then he said cautiously, "Queen, she is the empress of the world first, and then your sister, do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" Zhang Xingyi glanced at him, "What can't be said openly and openly? It's so vague that people can't understand it."
"Never mind."
Feng Yong was a little annoyed and turned around to go out.
“Okay, okay, I understand. Doesn’t it mean that my sister must consider the palace first and put the royal family first?”
Zhang Xingyi said quickly, "I can't even make a joke, I'm so stingy! Do you think I'm so easy to be plotted against?"
Feng Yong rubbed his forehead and sighed. He suddenly missed Xijun, who although he was strong in martial arts, was gentle and virtuous in private.
At least Guan Ji is simpler than Siniang.
When you are happy, smile like a hundred flowers blooming. When you are unhappy, roll up your sleeves and get started.
The First Northern Expedition was successful, and the Han soldiers rested in Jicheng for ten days.
But the Han Dynasty Prime Minister, Prime Minister Chang Shi Xianglang, Prime Minister Yang Yi and others had no time to rest at all.
Drought has cast a dark cloud over Longyou, which has just gone through war.
It is necessary to transport grain from Hanzhong to provide disaster relief.
At the same time, we must try our best to preserve the food that has been planted.
Otherwise, due to the war in the first half of this year, most areas were already without a harvest. If there is another crop failure due to drought in the second half of the year, it will be inevitable that chaos will break out in Longyou.
On the edge of the Wei River, Zhuge Liang walked along the river bank. He watched the farmers walk from the bank to the deep valley to scoop up water, and then painstakingly carried the water to the distant fields. His eyes showed deep emotion. Deeply worried.
The water level of the Wei River is already very low.
Even the overturned carts used to draw water cannot be used because the water level is too low and the banks of the Wei River are too high.
But compared to Longxi and Nan'an, Tianshui is already lucky, because there are large tributaries in the middle reaches, and the Wei River has not stopped flowing yet. At least it can still be irrigated manually.
At Longxi and Nan'an, the Wei River has begun to dry up.
The worst situation is Nan'an County.
Because in addition to the Weishui River, Longxi also has the Taoshui River, the largest tributary in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, which can at least delay the drought.
But there is only one Weishui River in Nan'an, and the grain-producing areas are basically around the Weishui River and its tributaries.
Now that the Wei River has stopped flowing, Nan'an has been sentenced in advance to no harvest this year.
Zhuge Liang’s eyes fell on the lower reaches of the Wei River, where there was a group of people installing something.
“Drill the stake deeper and make it firmer.”
Feng Yong is directing the people of the engineering battalion to place wooden piles of the same size opposite each other in order, and drive them in an array from the river to the river bank.
It has entered the hottest period, and you can feel the sweat on your chest flowing down continuously. The clothes on your back have become wet and cling to your body, making it sticky and uncomfortable.
The strong, shirtless man shouted slogans and kept pounding the piles into the soil.
Under the fierce rays of the sun, everyone's body was shiny.
“Okay, let’s get ready for the next batch. People below, please come up and take a sip of the black bean soup.”
Looking at the sun becoming more and more fierce, Feng Yong shouted.
Let everyone take turns to be familiar with the process so that they can work separately later.
Seeing that someone could not resist the cool temptation of the water and was about to go down and roll around before coming back up, Feng Yong was furious. He bent down and picked up a stone and threw it down. The stone missed the target with a "Plop" sound.
The person was not hit, but it was hit into the water in front of the person.
Feng Yong pointed at him and yelled, "How many times have I told you! Don't go into the water when your whole body is sweating!"
“You’ve grown hairs in your ears and you can’t hear, right? When the time comes, you’ll collapse into the water with cramps, and you won’t even know it’s been washed away! Look, what are you looking at? I’m talking about you, why don’t you get out of here!”
Wenshi took advantage of the gap between people to change people and took people down to measure the height of the piles and the distance between the two piles to see if the requirements were met.
“How long will it take for it to be ready? Are you sure?”
Feng Yongzheng was watching the next group of people being directed to go down, when he heard the Prime Minister's voice suddenly coming from behind him.
He turned around quickly and was about to salute when he saw Zhuge Liang wave his hand.
"Returning to the Prime Minister, when I was in Yuexi, I had someone make a water mill. There happened to be a few craftsmen in this engineering camp who made water mills. They are familiar with this, and it is estimated that they can make it in the next three days. "
“Prime Minister, don’t worry, I revised this waterwheel again last night, and I am sure it will not be less than 60 to 70% sure.”
With such a simple principle and so many people at his disposal, even if he ends up with a defective product, Feng Yong is sure to turn it into a quality product.
After the Northern Expedition, Zhuge Liang should have arranged for his people to stay in Longyou, and then take them back, either to stay in Hanzhong or back to Jincheng, and to calculate the contributions of everyone in the Northern Expedition so that he could be rewarded based on their merits.
Unexpectedly, because of the drought, he stayed in Longyou for a lot of time.
Feng Yong was naturally not idle either.
The water level of the Wei River is too low, and the river valleys in many places are too deep. Ordinary waterwheels cannot pump water, so we can only improve it.
He first drew a vision of a tall waterwheel based on illustrations from later generations, and then found a few old craftsmen in the engineering camp to explain his vision in person.
Then I made a simple test product and felt that it was indeed feasible, and then we officially started the project.
Zhuge Liang received the high-tube waterwheel drawings from Feng Yong and came every day to check the progress.
The beginning is basically these two questions: "How long does it take to get it done? Are you sure?"
It can be seen that the drought in Longyou really worries him.
Compared to Longyou's mourning everywhere, Jincheng fell into great ecstasy.
The Northern Expedition was victorious and the news that Longyou was decided reached back to Jincheng. Even the emperor couldn't help but order to cancel the curfew for three days and rejoice with the people.
At the same time, the personnel who had already been prepared to reward the Northern Expeditionary Army could finally start their journey.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Since the news of the victory of the Northern Expedition came, especially the emperor relaxed the curfew, and also because the prime minister set out from the north gate of Jincheng, even the northern wall of Jincheng has been relaxed in the past few days.
The original intention of the government was to allow officials and people to climb up the city wall, look far to the north, and feel the power of the Northern Expedition army.
Who would have thought that there would be a desperate guy who took this opportunity to run to the city wall, crying and laughing, and yelling crazily, "It's gone up, it's gone up."
“What I regret most in this life is going to that place where evil spirits were born…”
Some words that are incomprehensible.
Finally, he jumped up and jumped off the city wall.
And there were not just one or two such people, but several in a day, just like dumplings, forcing the government to block the city wall in advance.
Do you think these people are sick?
It’s all just a matter of purpose to cause trouble for everyone on this happy day!
(End of this chapter)