"How does this happen?" Zhang Xiahou objected as expected, "Although I have never seen any cattle and sheep pastures, but just from the name, I know that it is for cattle and sheep, and its output will not be small.
Si Niang is young and has never done anything for Feng Langjun. Isn't it just a matter of attracting gossip if she gets such a big advantage for nothing?"
"What gossip can we have?" Guan Ji smiled calmly and pointed to herself, "Not only the fourth mother, but also the niece has a share. There is also the daughter of the Huang family, General Ma from Yanganguan, and the prime minister's family is far away in Hanzhong.
Brother, the second son of the Zhao family all have a share."
"Resembling the past?" Zhang Xiahou frowned, but felt that something was different.
"Auntie can look at it this way, but it's different." Guan Ji explained, "However, the share of the pasture is only calculated on the person's head and not on the clan."
"Why is this?" Zhang Xiahou felt that she had seen the world. The biggest national thief in the Han Dynasty was her brother, and the current emperor of the Han Dynasty was her nephew and son-in-law. What kind of monsters and ghosts had she not seen?
But now, she suddenly realized that she had never seen Feng Langjun act so strangely.
Not to mention Guan Ji, even Old Demon Zhuge had only temporarily thought of part of this matter. As for the deeper reasons, he had never thought about it in detail.
Only a person like Li Yi, who has a dark mentality and is always thinking about Feng Yong's behavior, could guess even a little bit.
"How does my niece know?" Guan Ji shook her head and moved the contract forward on the table. "If there is a family, someone will receive one. Auntie, really don't you think about it for Si Niang?"
Zhang Xing held the woolen sweater in his arms, looked at his mother, and then at Guan Ji. Naturally, in his little mind, he couldn't figure out why Feng Langjun wanted to give her something, but why his mother didn't want to get it.
"Sister, what's the use of this contract?"
Zhang Xing asked crisply.
"Of course it is useful. For example, if this pasture produces produce in the future, you can get a lot of expenses."
Zhang Xing's eyes lit up: "Is it more than what my mother gives me every month?"
Guan Ji held back her smile and looked at Zhang Xiahou, who turned her head away in embarrassment.
"This big man, when it comes to making money, there are really not many people who can match Feng Langjun." Guan Ji said vaguely, "Feng Langjun's expenses for Siniang are naturally quite a lot."
Isn’t it? He is famous for being an expert at making money!
Zhang Xiahou secretly murmured in her heart, now her family is very wealthy, what does it rely on? It is not because of Feng Langjun's gift of secret skills.
Besides, the Eight-Niu Plow that is currently in the limelight in Jincheng is rumored to have been made by His Majesty's supervisors. Everyone said it was His Majesty's kindness. However, Zhang Xiahou, as an insider, knew that it was also given to the man by Feng Langjun.
s things.
Feng Langjun had never been stingy about the things he gave away to others. In the eyes of the world, they were all considered to be a great source of income.
The income from selling the eight-oxen plow was so much that even a person like the Prime Minister was unwilling to let go.
Thinking of this, I had a sudden thought. Could this so-called cattle and sheep ranch have such benefits?
Looking at his fourth mother, and then at Guan Ji, Zhang Xiahou had some unknown thoughts in his heart.
It would be fine if Feng Langjun didn't give this share of the pasture to Siniang, but now that it has been delivered to her door, Guan Ji has got a share. Even if she feels that it is inappropriate to accept it, for Siniang's sake, she cannot push it out. Otherwise, she will not give it away in the future.
Wouldn’t it be true that Siniang was at a disadvantage in front of Guan Ji?
"Brother, what are you doing?"
After Zhao Guang returned to the camp from Nanzheng City, he asked Amei, who was squatting at the door of the house scratching and muttering to herself. After learning that Feng Yong was indeed in the house, he went in and saw his brother writing with a pen.
What is it? I couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Ah, oh, goose, yi, crow, fish..." Feng Yong raised his head and glanced at Zhao Guang, and suddenly these strange sounds came out of his mouth, which had been mumbling words.
"Ah? What? What is brother talking about?" Zhao Guang was stunned.
"Ah, is Erlang back?" Feng Yong stuttered for a moment before returning to normal, "You don't understand Chinese Pinyin. How are things going?"
"Oh, I have inquired clearly. My sister said that a few days ago, spies suddenly received news that the Di people in the north and west seemed to be uneasy. General Wei planned to go and see for himself, so he had no time to pay attention to me."
Zhao Guang said in his mouth, but his eyes looked curiously at what Feng Yong wrote. He saw that what was written on it was the unique symbol of his brother's sect. He had also seen his brother use it to mark the words, but he didn't know.
What exactly it means, my brother has never told anyone what it means.
"I see."
Feng Yong nodded, not surprised.
Ma Dai had also sent news before, and thought of using this excuse to gain a group of people, but Feng Yong dissuaded him from doing so. He had alerted the enemy too early, which would be detrimental to subsequent actions.
In addition, after learning that the Qiang people under his command were also forced into desperation by the Di people coming from the north, they took refuge in him.
Combining intelligence from several parties can make it possible.
"Is there a big fuss over there in Di people?"
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and asked.
"I heard that it's quite popular, but my sister said that it's a custom, and they come here every year before winter to make a fuss."
"Take the straw." Feng Yong smiled, and then cursed: "It's all a bad habit of our own people! The wild dogs outside are used to eating human flesh, and they are addicted to it, let alone wolves?"
"What is Dacaogu?" Zhao Guang couldn't understand what Feng Yong said, let alone what he was scolding suddenly.
"You don't need to know."
Feng Yong waved his hand, what do you say about this kind of thing? Nowadays, everyone thinks that Hu people are just dogs held in their hands. Those who are used to guard the door put them at the door, and those who are used to bite people are released to bark.
Sound, how can you believe that a dog can turn into a wolf?
Zhao Guang heard this, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. Anyway, after following his brother these days, he finally figured it out.
When my brother does things, there must be rules and regulations. If he doesn't understand it, it's because he is too stupid to figure it out at the moment. He just needs to follow it.
As for often saying things that people don't understand, that's even more common.
Look at the desk, there are also ghost symbols written on it that I haven't understood after reading it for several months.
"Have you asked? The Di people are making such a big fuss. Is General Wei going to take action?"
Zhao Guang scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "That's not very clear."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and thought that in future generations, this kind of person would be a low-level employee who only deserves a guaranteed salary.
If Li Yi had been replaced, he would have managed to find out how many Di prisoners there might be - that is, senior employees.
"Brother, why are you asking this?" Zhao Guang was still nagging in his ears, "Even if General Wei takes action, it doesn't have much to do with us, right?"
"Why doesn't it matter?" Feng Yongyong said impatiently, "Then the Qiang people can herd cattle and sheep, but the Di people can't? They both have one mouth and two eyes."
Zhao Guang finally understood and suddenly opened his eyes.
