Chapter 829 Giving Gifts
Feng Yong is actually not too worried about the fact that someone in Nanzhong wants to take advantage of Wei to invade the Han Dynasty.
Because this matter is most likely in Zhuge Laoyao's plan.
It’s just that although Zhuge Qiao is the son of the prime minister, how does he know such state secrets?
As for Ma Su, although he has a certain vision, he is nestled in a ravine with little information. Without enough information, how can he analyze the overall situation?
He can know in advance that someone in Nanzhong wants to be a rebel and respond at the same time, which is already a strategic plan.
Let Zhuge Qiao come back in person, firstly, to get the exact news about the Wei-Han war as soon as possible, and secondly, just in case.
In case something unexpected happens, something will happen in Nanzhong. Zhuge Qiao can use his connections to remind the prime minister to prepare early.
After all, Meng Huo's Couture gang made a mistake on the joints and bones, which almost caused the big man to collapse.
In the view of Ma Di and others, if there is a big defeat externally and internal chaos, although the situation may not be as serious as that in the first year of Jianxing, there will definitely be some turmoil in Shu.
Feng Yong originally wanted to give Zhuge Qiao some advice, but he didn’t know what Zhuge Qiao’s plan was, so he could only give vague hints:
“Brother, don’t worry, I think the Prime Minister has already planned this.”
Then they made an appointment with him again. After a while of busy work, the two had a good time together before they parted.
After returning to the house in Nanzheng, Li Mu came out and welcomed Feng Yong into the house:
“Alang is back?”
“Well, it’s still cold outside, so you should put on a coat when you go out.”
Possibly it was too warm inside the house, so Li Mu only wore a thin woolen sweater, and did not put on a thicker coat to greet him when he went out.
The tightness of the sweater made her figure exposed.
Li Mu, who comes from a noble family, does not have as developed chest muscles as Guan Ji, but she has the most typical appearance of a classical beauty.
It is very well-proportioned from top to bottom, making people feel harmonious and comfortable at first sight, and just want to...ahem!
Li Mu helped Feng Yong take off his robe, and then brought a bowl of hot soup over:
“When I heard that Alang was back, I was in a hurry to go out, so I forgot to wear an extra layer.”
“What are you anxious about? Are you anxious to see me?”
Feng Yong was in a good mood. He looked at Li Mun's smiling face and started to joke.
When Li Mu heard Feng Yong's words, his face turned slightly red, his face was ashamed, his eyes flickered, and he did not dare to look at Feng Yong.
The maid knew the opportunity and quickly bowed and exited.
Until there were only two people left in the room, Li Mu bit his lips, then leaned over gently, his eyes filled with autumn water, and he said softly:
“When I was in Nanxiang, I didn’t think about Alang every day. I just wanted to be with Alang every day. Now that I got my wish, I was eager to see Alang...”
It was rare for Mrs. Mu, who was always formidable to the outside world, to act like a little girl, which made Feng Junhou feel a little anxious.
“The imperial court has awarded me three concubines this time. By then you will receive the imperial salary.”
As Feng Yong spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently slid it across Li Mu's cheek, feeling like touching fat.
Before Qin, only princes and the like were qualified to take concubines:
“Who is the nephew? If the princes marry one country, then the two kingdoms will go to her and follow her with her nephew. Who is the nephew? She is the son of the elder brother. Who is the niece?
But after Qin unified the world, the concubine system began to change without the princes.
In the homes of wealthy people, they can also decide privately who will be the concubines in their house.
But it is obvious that the three concubines in the Feng Mansion have different quotas this time.
It was an antique ceremony. Not only did it need to be registered with the government, but the court also provided money and food to support the Feng family.
Feng Junhou is also a lord. Although he is not a prince, he is still a prince.
There is no such thing as a nine-footed crotch, but a three-legged crotch is possible.
Of course, these three concubines are not all ancient rituals, because the ancient etiquette also said: "Whenever a prince marries a daughter, she should have the same surname as concubine, but not if she has a different surname."
After all, hundreds of years have passed, and times are changing.
Even if Amei and Li Mu do not have the same surname as Guan Ji, the court has said that they are concubines, which cannot be refuted.
Which one of those big family has no uncle, it is still determined by themselves!
Are they worthy of following ancient rituals?
The imperial court provided money to help the family raise concubines. Thinking about it, I feel that this feudal era is really...corrupt, ah, corrupt!
As Feng Junhou thought about it, his hand involuntarily slid to other places.
Li Mu raised his head to make it easier for Feng Junhou to move his hands and feet.
Hearing Feng Junhou say this again, his face flushed and his breathing became rapid:
“It’s all thanks to Alang!”
As he said that, he couldn't help but crawl into Feng Junhou's arms.
Li Mu was indeed very dignified outside on weekdays, but secretly he never stopped scolding her for being a lowly concubine and showing off all day long, for being a shameless person who corrupted customs.
Although this doesn't hurt Li Mu in the slightest, it always makes people feel alienated.
Now that the imperial court has given her such a status, no matter how much someone hates Li Mu, they will no longer be able to use her status as an excuse.
It also depends on who you want to be a concubine.
Being a concubine to Feng Junhou, even the wife of another family, without a certain status, is not qualified to appear in front of her.
Thinking of this, Li Mu's breathing became more rapid.
She just felt that the room was too hot and her body felt a little hot.
Then he couldn't help but lower his head and buried his head deeply in Feng Junhou's arms...
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Feng Junhou suddenly widened his eyes, took a breath of cold air, and then hugged her.
I don’t know how long it took. Feng Junhou was leaning on the couch in the back room. Li Mu was still curled up in his arms, but he no longer had the strength to move.
“Tomorrow, please help me prepare a batch of clothing materials, including brocade clothes, gauze clothes, and sweaters. There are also some soaps and secret fragrances. I am going to give them away.”
Feng Junhou entered the sage time and finally began to think about business.
"Um."
Li Mu did not raise his head, just murmured from his nose.
With the development of the breeding industry, although soap is not yet available in the market, it can still be obtained within Xinghanhui.
With enough soap, making soap is much easier.
Of course, soap can only be supplied to a few households.
After all, ointment is so expensive, and it’s too late to replenish it for laborers who do heavy work, so how can they be in the mood to buy these fancy things?
Just use it at your own home, and don’t waste it at other people’s homes.
“Who does Alang want to give such a heavy gift to?”
Such things as soap are not yet in circulation except for a few close ones, even within the Xinghan Association.
Not to mention the secret fragrance, it is something that Feng Mansion keeps secret. Only Amei knows the formula and specific production method.
I heard that the raw materials must be transported from Nanzhong.
Li Mu has this kind of secret fragrance in hand because Nanxiang is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and information from all parties is gathered here.
Sometimes the secret fragrance is very convenient in discovering secrets.
“To a man.”
He was a manly man, but combined with Feng Tubeng's lewd smile, it made Li Mu's heart skip a beat.
In the following days, with the announcement of Feng Junhou’s reward, Feng Yongshao had to continue socializing for several days.
In the end, we organized a lot of banquets, and then found the opportunity to reminisce with old brothers such as Li Yi, Zhuge Qiao, and Huang Chong.
As the weather continues to warm up, the atmosphere in Hanzhong becomes more and more lively.
Compared to the fiery atmosphere in Hanzhong, Xiping, which is located on the border, is still in the cold season.
The ice and snow have melted halfway, and the cold air is rising from the ground, making the soles of people's feet numb from the cold.
Liu Liang was wearing a sheepskin hat, hunched his neck, and wrapped himself in a long and thick down jacket. Like a rare beast unique to the mountains and forests of Shu, he opened the courtyard door of his home.
Have no idea!
He has lived in the south since he was a child, and most of the time he was in the Shu region where snow was rarely seen in winter.
When I first came to the West, I didn’t feel that much, but in the second year, I felt like I was going to freeze like a dog!
Of course, Liu Liang felt that he was already a dog now, and he was still the kind of male dog in the dog farm run by Feng Wenhe.
“Alang is back?”
As the Chinese with a strange accent sounded, a woman came out from the wing behind the gate to greet him and took him in.
Helped Liu Liang brush off the snow particles on his body, and then took another robe that had been heated for him to put on.
At the same time, a bowl of hot soup was served.
After a series of movements, Liu Liang felt that the cold air was swept away from the inside out.
For such virtuous women, it would be better if their Chinese accent could be more pure and their appearance could be closer to that of Han women.
That's right, the woman in front of him is one of his newly married concubines.
Others said that Liu Langjun was a man of great courage, but he lived in dire straits every day.
But few people think that the Hu people and Han people have lived together in the Huangshui Valley for hundreds of years at least.
It’s not like she’s the kind of guy who doesn’t even understand Chinese.
What's more, if the Hu tribe wants to go one step further and transform into a local wealthy family, learning Chinese language and following Han customs, that is the only way to go.
Even if your studies are neither fish nor fowl, you can still communicate with each other, right?
The most important thing is that these five women were carefully selected from large tribes.
No matter what, he is still the most handsome person in the clan.
Although it is not completely satisfactory to Liu Langjun, for example, some skin may be a bit rough, some body odor may be a bit strong, and other shortcomings.
But at least from a distance, his appearance must be passable.
For example, the woman in front of me was sent here from the Bald Hair Department and is the younger sister of Bald Hair Kheli.
I heard that her ancestors moved from the far north to the south of the desert, and then mixed with the Xiongnu, Xianbei, etc. Finally, her mother was attracted by a bald man and gave birth to her.
It is said so, but it is not true, and it is not important.
As long as she represents the baldness department.
When a woman marries into her husband’s family, she takes her name from her husband’s family.
Liu Liang saw that her skin was not bad, the snowy skin was reddish and not rough at all, so he named her Snow Lady.
“Is there someone at home again?”
Liu Liang regained his breath, glanced at the carriages and horses outside, and asked.
“Yes, someone gave me a gift.”
Xue Niang replied.
“Oh, the tribe sent someone to send something over again? Just accept it.”
Liu Liang said nonchalantly.
It is not without benefit to take Hu women from large tribes.
For example, my mother's family is very down-to-earth and often sends things to her home, such as cows, sheep, horses, wool, furs, etc.
On the surface, it is to buy some things for my daughter.
In fact, it was a gift to Liu Liang.
Liu Liang's dowry and gifts collected in the past two or three months can be said to be enough to build a ranch.
There is no other way. The Hu people are willing to marry the daughters of the clan. Isn’t it because of the resources in Liu Langjun’s hands?
Liu Langjun has a lot of say in the annual supply of grain, woolen materials, spirits, etc., and even the pastures that have begun to be divided in the south of the Huangshui River Valley.
Selling a girl from the clan in exchange for a good life for the clan is a good deal no matter how you look at it.
Liu Liang always had to be cautious when doing things in the past. He was afraid that Feng Zhulai would not like him, and after seizing the handle, he would drill him. How could he dare to accept gifts openly?
Now, this is a body gifted to my concubine by someone from my concubine’s clan, why shouldn’t I accept it? !
I have already given my body to the Hu Nu, what else do you want?
Who doesn’t have three relatives? How about accepting some things from relatives?
What's the matter!
If you can, please tell me not to marry these barbaric girls!
A member of the royal clan, but in recent years, he has been suppressed to the point of being out of breath by a bumpkin surnamed Feng. It is simply abnormal for Liu Langjun to say that he is not mentally distorted.
Of course, this way of releasing distorted psychology is a bit abnormal in the eyes of others.
“No, no, not from the clan, but from Longyou, Hanzhong…”
Xue Niang usually has no problem speaking Chinese, but when she gets anxious, it becomes a bit difficult to understand.
Seeing her gesticulating, saying it several times, and pointing inside, Liu Liang finally understood:
“The person who gave the gift hasn’t left yet?”
"No no."
Xue Niang shook her head quickly.
Liu Liangliang was suspicious, so he stepped out of the penthouse and walked along the corridor to the front hall.
When he entered the front hall and saw the person coming, he was startled:
“Why are you here?”
(End of this chapter)