"When we finally built the road, didn't we have cement and an engineering team?"
Too lazy to explain this to them, Feng Yong said something random.
Are cement and engineering teams worth so much?
Zhao Guang and Li Yi were even more confused.
Feng Yong didn't have time for them to continue to dwell on this issue, and continued, "The second thing is for you, Wenxuan. The Prime Minister wants to raise some money and grain to mine copper in Tanglang County, and Xungui's family probably doesn't have much food.
, it can only come from the big families in Shu."
In the past two years, Xungui first cultivated Hanzhong, and this year he bought a large number of laborers. Finally, if Feng Yong opened a horse ranch, it is estimated that many people would be in debt.
Their family fortune is not much to begin with, and after two years of hard work, they may not have much money left.
The fields and manors in Hanzhong and Nanzhong, the labor in the manors, and the food produced in the fields are the greatest assets they can get now.
No matter how much you squeeze it, you won't get any oil or water out.
Therefore, our eyes can only turn to the wealthy families in Shu.
"How can I get the rich people in Shu to provide this money and food? I'm afraid the prime minister will have to personally come forward to do this, right?"
When Li Yi heard this, his expression was even more frightened than before.
My brother thinks too highly of himself.
Even if the Prime Minister comes forward in person, it may not be easy.
"Listen to me. This money and food are mortgaged with two workshops in Hanzhong, Nanzheng and Nanxiang, and pastures. The imperial court is the guarantee, and the prime minister is the witness. Every month, the woolen cloth produced by the workshop will be used to repay interest.
The money and part of the capital will be paid off in three or five years."
"Hey, brother, it's not like we want to mine copper, why are we asked to mortgage the workshop and pasture in Hanzhong?"
Zhao Guang interrupted and asked.
"madness!"
Feng Yong cursed, "How do you think you got the position of guard of Ju County? Why did the Prime Minister ask me to recommend Wenxuan and Wei Ran? Why did the Prime Minister ask us to build the artificial stone road? Why did the two thousand horses
Sell us the horse?"
Feng Yong and the others could use others as white gloves, but Zhuge Lao Yao actually used himself as a white glove in this matter.
As for whether the two people in the palace should agree to this matter, Feng Yong doesn't need to worry. Anyway, with the majestic prime minister here, everything is not a problem.
Feng Tubao has always been small-minded, and if he dares to trick his own people... he must be prepared to be tricked by himself.
It’s all for the big man anyway, right?
With the emergence of the Quyuan plow and the eight-oxen plow, coupled with the labor trafficking in Nanzhong, the land controlled by the nobles expanded rapidly, although it did not reach a level comparable to that of the indigenous families in Sichuan.
But the imperial court has begun to get rid of its dependence on the aristocratic family for food.
The fact that food prices have not risen in the past two years is proof of this.
Here Feng Tubiao produced high-quality paper, and Zhuge Laoyao began editing classics again.
This is obviously an attempt to take advantage of the family's knowledge monopoly.
Although this process is somewhat long, it may take five, ten, twenty years, or even two or three generations, but signs have already appeared.
When the two powerful weapons in hand are controlled, whoever comes next will panic.
The wealthy families in central Sichuan are now a bit like the hot money that has been forcibly locked in high housing prices in future generations. They can't find any way out and are in desperate need of an outlet.
When encountering this kind of situation, most people will either resist or surrender.
It is definitely impossible to resist. The old demon Zhuge is very terrifying. As long as he is around, there is definitely no way to resist.
The Huang Yuan Rebellion and the Nanzhong Rebellion are examples.
I am not willing to surrender. After all, I have been tricked so badly before, and the laws of the Han Dynasty are so strict now, and I have no privileges at all.
The ninth-grade official method of Cao Wei in the north is so good. We like it very much. Why hasn't Master Wang come yet?
The Shuzhong family was anxious and a little panicked, but someone finally gave them a chance. I believe many people will try to pay for it.
Of course it's not because they believe the court will relax restrictions on them, but they won't let go of this opportunity to separate the eggs.
Now is the darkest moment in the eyes of the big families in Sichuan. As long as there is an opportunity to divert and retain the fire, they will firmly seize it - who knows how many years this dark moment will last?
The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death. You won’t die if you try, right?
Maybe we can find a third way out?
Zhao Guang was scolded twice by his brother for being stupid and did not dare to say anything anymore.
Auntie Huang is right. When she encounters things she doesn't understand with her brother, she is just too stupid. She just needs to be obedient and don't think too much.
My brother will not harm himself.
But Li Yi was shocked when he heard what his brother said. Would the Prime Minister... also do such a thing?
But think about it, it seems that this is not the first time that the prime minister has done this to his brother...
"Brother, do you mean to let the younger brother spread the news?"
"That's right."
Feng Yong nodded.
Around Feng Yong, if Zhao Guang is the representative of the noble children, then Li Yi is the representative of the children of the aristocratic family.
Although the Li family in Nanzhong and the Li family in Shuzhong cannot pee in the same pot now, it can be seen from the fact that Li Dangzhi can run from Guanzhong to Shuzhong, and then from Shuzhong to Nanzhong, as long as it is the same Li Dangzhi.
Surname, after all the twists and turns, you can always find a connection.
How Li Yi passed the news to the Li family in Shuzhong is nothing to worry about.
As long as the Li family in Shu knows about it, other aristocratic families will also know about it.
As for how to choose, that's up to them.
Raising a family is sometimes like raising a gu, cruel and tragic.
The rise of one branch sometimes relies on the decline or even annihilation of that branch as nourishment.
"And Sanniang, please let me... Guan Junhou go to Ma's house to discuss the racecourse. I have already discussed this matter with Junhou Nanzhong."
The Ma family still needs to win over, and Ma Dai helped a lot when he was in Hanzhong.
Moreover, Ju County is close to Yang'an Pass, so if anything goes wrong in the future, it is unlikely that we will blame him.
Guan Ji nodded, "I understand."
After Feng Yong explained the matter, several people talked for a while before preparing to leave.
Before leaving, Amei looked at Feng Yong longingly, a little reluctantly - she was the only one who had not spoken to her master.
When a girl first becomes a young woman, it is the time when she is most attached to her.
In the words of later generations, it is the honeymoon period.
Feng Yong knew what she meant, touched her head and said with a smile, "When you go back, remember to make some food and bring it over every day."
A satisfied smile appeared on Amei's face and she nodded vigorously.
The two of them didn't notice the cold glint in Guan Ji's eyes.
After the four people left, Feng Yong sat down at the table again, broke off a chicken leg, and was chewing it when he heard the sound of "tap-tat-tat" footsteps coming from the passage again.
He was startled at that moment, wondering who was coming back again?
Just as I was about to go out for a look, I saw Guan Ji wearing cowhide boots appearing outside.
"Hey, Sanniang, why are you back?"
When Feng Yong saw the beauty, he felt happy and went to greet her.
Guan Ji smiled slightly, walked into the cell, and said softly, "When I went out, I saw that it was still early, and I remembered that Alang always used to ask me to write, so I sent them back first and came over to see if there was anything I could help with.
"
Seeing the beauty's smile as beautiful as a flower, Feng Tubiao's heart skipped a beat, "There's nothing I can do for you. It's not like you don't know. Now that I have a charcoal pen, I don't have to worry about writing."
"Alang eat first. Only when you are full will you have strength."
Guan Ji pushed Feng Yong back to the table, turned around, took out another piece of incense, bent down and lit it on the stove.
As soon as Feng Yong took a bite of the chicken drumsticks, he smelled a familiar aroma, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Sanniang, where did you get this incense? Kill it first!"
Feng Yong hurriedly wanted to reach out and grab it.
How could Guan Ji let him succeed? As soon as she flipped her hand, she directly grabbed Feng Tubiao's wrist.
"It hurts, it hurts... Sanniang, please be gentler..."
Feng Yong screamed repeatedly.
"Does it hurt?"
Guan Ji said in Feng Yong's ear as tenderly as water, "Does my concubine's heart hurt that much?"
With that said, he pulled Feng Yong's hand to her chest, "If you don't believe me, A Lang, why don't you touch it?"
The towering place that Feng Tibi thinks about day and night makes him feel like he is exploring a tiger's den.
He stammered, "Sanniang, what's wrong with you?"
"What's the matter? Is Alang really ignorant, or is he pretending not to know?"
Guan Ji's voice suddenly turned cold, and she could only hear her gritting her teeth and saying, "You heartless person! You lied to me and said you couldn't lose your virginity before the age of eighteen. Tell me! What happened to Amei?"
As soon as he exerted force on his hand, there was a "click" sound, and Feng Tubao's hand was almost broken.
"Ouch! Sanniang, you are trying to kill your husband!"
"Bah! My husband is not a duplicitous and heartless man like you."
Guan Ji spoke forcefully, but when she heard Feng Tubiao's screams, her heart softened and she quickly relaxed her hands.
"Sanniang is right, how can I be such a betrayal? When I was in Hanzhong, didn't you ask me to take her in? Apart from her, I have never touched anyone else!"
Feng Yong quickly defended.
Guan Ji was immediately furious when she heard this, and she added two more points to her hand, "Did I ask you to take over the room and let you sleep on her bed first? Also, the whole Jincheng knew that those beautiful faces you wrote were
I wrote it to Siniang, but have you ever thought of writing one to me? Isn’t this a heartless person?”
"Sanniang, be gentler..."
Feng Yong's forehead was sweating, and he thought to himself that Sanniang was not so rude on weekdays, why did she talk about going to bed today?
It seems that I still underestimated the fierceness of the women of the Han Dynasty.
"Easy? You feel so uncomfortable in prison, but you leave all the things in the house to me, and make me frightened every day! Do you know how I got here these days?"
The more Guan Ji talked, the angrier she became, her eyes were watering, and she was filled with hatred, "Liar! Big liar!"
Then he turned his hand again, and Feng Tubiao felt his whole body rising into the air, flying a long distance over Lao Chang, and fell directly to the couch with a "boom", almost losing his breath.
"Sanniang, what are you doing?"
Feng Yong turned his head and saw Guan Ji reaching out to pull out the hairpin on her head, flicking it gently, and her long hair fell like flowing water.
He gently untied Luo Shang, and the coat came off, revealing the deep and curved garment underneath. The whole body was tight and narrow, the chest was high and the waist was full.
The long legs, set off by the long riding boots, make people know at a glance that they have amazing elasticity. The legs are not enough to play for a few years, but a lifetime of playing.
"Gudong", Feng Yong took a deep breath.
Even when you take off your boots, you don't look seductive.
Then there was only a slight "stretching" sound, and the belt around his waist was loosened.
Feng Tibi suddenly felt that his whole body was swollen with heat and blood.
Damn, this spice is so medicinal!
"Feng Mingwen, do you think I'm pretty or not?"
The clothes are half unbuttoned, the shoulders are slightly exposed, and the beauties are alluring, coming in all styles.
"looks great……"
“What’s a good idea?”
"It's hard to give up on your natural beauty. When you look back and smile, you will be full of charm. The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows. It's as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow. It's like a lotus flowing out of the canal. The beauty covers the past and present..."
What else is coming?
Feng Yong was so anxious that he was sweating.
Guan Ji smiled with satisfaction, this bastard wouldn't tell the truth unless forced.
“You look so good, why don’t you take it off yet!”
Guan Ji was delighted, but her face was cold and her voice was even colder.
"Take off...whose to take off?"
"What do you think?"
Guan Ji sneered, "If you don't want to, then let me help you!"
With that said, he stepped forward and immediately tore Feng Yong's clothes off.
"No, Sanniang, don't do this, you are in prison!"
Although I don't understand why Guan Ji suddenly went crazy, people can come in at any time in the prison, and Feng Yongke doesn't have the bad habit of being watched in real time.
"Don't worry, I have bolted the iron door of the prison so no one can come in."
"It will be heard."
"Impossible! I paid special attention when I came in. I had to turn a corner with the door open to hear it!"
"This day of prostitution..."
"It's daytime! Are you afraid of daylight?"
What the hell...
There was only a "chi la" sound, and Feng Tibi's horrified voice sounded, "Don't tear it, I'll take it off!"
