"It involves deep plowing, leveling the land, and spreading fertilizer. No food grown anywhere else is so fine. Feng Jiancheng really spent a lot of time on this alfalfa..."
Huo Yi did not steal Feng Yong's limelight at this time, but stood back and watched Feng Yong's demonstration very intelligently.
Feng Yong threw the rake to a Han MCC official next to him, shook his head and said with a smile, "If you grow grain like this, it will be better than his department. This land is the most real. No matter how much effort you put into it,
It gives you something back."
Huo Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and nodded at Feng Yong, "Feng Jiancheng's words are really true."
"It's true and it's true."
Feng Yong and Huo Yi walked to the field together and continued, "That's why I still like this farm thing the most. If you treat it sincerely, it will also treat you sincerely."
Huo Yi was thoughtful, glanced at Feng Yong, then looked into the distance, and said with a hint of emotion, "Back then, when the late emperor was still young, it was precisely because he treated people sincerely that no one left him in the most difficult time.
Feng Langjun’s words must be a good sentence.”
"It's just a casual comment. I don't deserve the praise from Supervisor Huo."
"Otherwise," Huo Yi shook his head and continued, "Zhao Erlang, Li Dalang and others were all talented at one time, but now they all regard Feng Langjun as their leader."
"If Feng Langjun didn't treat these people sincerely, how could they have such good stories?"
"Jian Ling Huo is overly praised."
Feng Yong thought to himself that Li Yi could be called a talented person, but Zhao Guang...
Thinking of Zhao Guang, Feng Yong thought of something again and said, "I will leave the matter of the pasture here to Supervisor Huo. When I come out this time, in addition to the alfalfa matter, I also want to go to Ju County."
"Why go to Ju County?"
Huo Yi asked with some interest.
"I have a batch of woolen cloths in my hand, because they are all made of the lowest quality wool. They are ugly in style and have a lot of burrs. Even if they are sewn with linen as lining, they are uncomfortable to wear. The only advantage is,
Just to keep warm.”
Feng Yong coughed dryly and said, "I thought that the barbarians lacked things to keep out the cold and were not picky after all, so I wanted to take this batch of wool to Ju County in exchange for something."
Huo Yi looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment. Just now he was talking loudly and sincerely to him, but in the blink of an eye, he was ready to start a black-hearted business?
I don’t know how his conscience disappeared after he said it.
"What can I get in exchange for the cloth?"
"Hey, Huo Jianling has been in the palace for a long time, so he doesn't know the sufferings of the barbarians. If you can have something to keep out the cold, it's already a blessing. How can you care whether you wear it or not?"
Feng Yong waved his hand and continued, "I heard that the Hu servant under me said that one piece of cloth like this can be exchanged for two sheep at least. Even if the sheep cannot be exchanged, the alfalfa seeds are not enough anyway. If the Hu man takes it,
It’s also possible to exchange alfalfa seeds for it.”
Seeing the man in front of him acting so matter-of-factly and without moral integrity, Huo Yi felt a slight chill on his back.
"Now that the weather has gotten warmer, it might not be cost-effective to change at this time, right?"
Huo Yi swallowed. He had also seen the piece of cloth Feng Yong was holding.
After all, he was the emperor's and empress's eyes and ears in Hanzhong, and he had a partnership with Feng Langjun in front of him. He even worked as a doorman for the textile workshop, blocking Ma Su.
Although he knew that what he was doing was a shady business, when he thought that one piece of low-grade cloth could be exchanged for two sheep, his heart felt hot for some reason.
It's not me who did this kind of thing, I'm just asking, is that okay?
Huo Yi comforted himself in his heart.
"The land of Liangzhou goes west to north, and even in May, it is still quite cold. Also, some Qiang and Hu people graze in the deep mountains. There is no distinction between spring and autumn in the deep mountains. Even in summer,
It’s also chilly.”
Feng Yong popularized geography and climate knowledge to Huo Yi.
"Last year, when Zhuge joined the army to collect wool, he asked the barbarians who came to spread the news. Now people from Ju County have sent word that someone is driving cattle and sheep, ready to exchange them."
"How about Feng Langjun asking me to come and take a look?"
When Huo Yi heard this, he couldn't help but blurted out.
"Then what should we do about farming here?"
"As supervisors and supervisors, do you and I still have to do everything with our own hands? Is there no one left in Hanzhongye?"
Huo Yi pointed not far behind him, "Let them do something."
Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's fine."
Anyway, you don't want to go to the fields in person. If you can't even do the job of watching people go to the fields, then you don't want to be an official of Han MCC.
"If Huo Jianling really wants to go, then we can leave tomorrow, okay?"
"Everything depends on Mr. Feng."
Juxian is said to be a city, but in Feng Yong's view, it is more like an earthen fence made of earth.
I don’t know whether it was originally like this, or whether it became like this because it was used as a cattle and sheep pen by the barbarians for a long time.
Although the city wall looks dilapidated, this place now has a deformed prosperity that does not match the city wall.
Before they entered the city, Feng Yong and his party saw a lot of cattle and sheep outside the city, bleating and mooing, making it look chaotic and lively.
There was cow and sheep excrement all over the ground, which was very smelly.
Seeing Feng Yong and his party dressed neatly, followed by large cars, the momentum alone made the Hu people feel inferior.
Many Hu people consciously restrain their cattle and sheep so as not to block the road.
Even the Hu people who were walking on the road took the initiative to retreat to the side of the road to let Feng Yong and others pass first.
Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others stood at the gate of the city early. When they saw Feng Yong finally arriving, they couldn't hold back their excitement and shouted: "Brother, you want to kill me too!"
After not seeing each other for a few months, Zhao Guang had a faint scar on his face and a faint circle of black hair around his mouth.
If Zhao Guang was a handsome young boy before, now he is a young general who is both handsome and fierce.
He is the template for young presidents in many romance novels in later generations.
Wang Xun stood behind Zhao Guang, his face even more calm, but he had a looming aura that no one dared to despise even if he didn't speak.
Huo Yi stood far away, watching Feng Yong and Zhao Guang and Wang Xun exchanging their excitement about meeting again after a long absence, with a touch of envy in his eyes.
"He Langjun, are you okay?"
After the excitement of the three people's reunion was over, Feng Yong had time to look at He Wang and salute.
"It's very good, very good. I've said goodbye to Nanzheng. I forget that I'm looking forward to meeting Feng Langjun again every day."
He Wang laughed and raised his hand in return, with great enthusiasm in his tone.
"You're good."
Feng Yong finally looked at Jiang Shu, who had been silent all this time, and praised him.
"I would like to thank Feng Langjun for his good reputation."
When Jiang Shu heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly saluted.
After Feng Yong greeted everyone, the group entered the city cheering and cheering.
What they didn't notice was that when Zhao Guang called out "brother", there was a slight commotion in the Hu crowd.