Seeing Feng Yong's hesitant expression, Qin Yuan looked embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty said this himself. He said that he didn't have much time left and didn't want to drag others down anymore. Even the doctor sent by the palace
They were all driven back."
"And these," Qin Yuan pointed to the white banner, "are also what the Lord ordered. He said that we should set up the mourning hall early to avoid being late."
When Feng Yong heard this, he felt a little bit dumbfounded: This Qin Mi is quite tolerant.
Qin Yuan welcomed Feng Yong into the Qin Mansion and saw that a mourning hall had been set up in the courtyard.
After crossing the front hall and entering Qin Mi's ward in the backyard, I saw that the room was surrounded by thick woolen cloth hanging down, and there was a strong smell of herbal medicine.
Although the candles were lit, the light was still a little dim.
There was a human-shaped bulge on the bed in the room, and I guess it was Qin Mi.
Qin Yuan lowered his voice and said, "My lord is seriously ill and cannot see the wind. Please take more responsibility, Mr. Feng."
Feng Yong nodded.
Qin Yuan walked to the bed and whispered, "Sir, Feng Junhou is here."
"Oh, are you here? Help me up quickly."
Only a weak voice was heard saying.
Feng Yong stepped forward, saluted Qin Mi in Qin Yuan's arms and said, "Junior Feng Yong has met the elder."
At the same time, he looked at Qin Mi and saw that his face was sallow and although his spirit was a little sluggish, he was still not exhausted. Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Qin Mi smiled silently and said in a hoarse voice, "That old man Du Qiong first said that I wouldn't survive this year, and now he insists on bothering you to come. It's really troublesome."
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "Yong is having a great time, and he happened to come over to give Da Sinong a blessing. I wonder if after the ceremony, Da Sinong's illness will be cured?"
Qin Mi laughed again, and actually had the strength to raise his hand and pointed at Feng Yong, "It is often said that Mr. Feng has a clever tongue, and today we have really met him."
After hearing this, Qin Yuan's face changed slightly and his hands shook slightly.
Qin Mi rolled his eyelids and glanced at his son dissatisfied.
Feng Yong, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention to it. He scratched his head and said with a smile, "Da Sinong just said that I can use my clever words and tricks. Anyway, I can't get rid of this name now."
Qin Mi immediately grinned and almost couldn't breathe.
"grown ups!"
Qin Yuan was anxious and shouted quickly.
"Get out! You useless guy."
Qin Mi cursed angrily.
Qin Yuan was a middle-aged man, but he was scolded like this by his own master in front of a young man. His face turned red and he was embarrassed.
Immediately he took a pillow and carefully placed it behind Qin Mi. Then he came over and whispered to Feng Yong, "My Lord is weak and sometimes his mind is a little confused..."
"Fuck you, mother!" Qin Mi cursed weakly again.
"... Sometimes I say something wrong, please don't mind me!"
Qin Yuan finished speaking quickly, not daring to wait for Qin Mi to curse again, and then ran out quickly.
Qin Mi sighed, looked at Feng Yong, and said, "The children at home are not up to par, which makes the king laugh."
I can't accept this.
That eldest son of Qin, no matter how "child" he is, he can almost become Feng Yong's father.
How could Feng Yong be able to laugh casually?
Feng Yongqian laughed and said, "Da Si Nong..."
"Huh, what kind of big farmer?"
Qin Mi waved his hand, "Looking at the whole Han Dynasty, who is qualified to say that he is a great farmer in front of Feng Langjun? It is not embarrassing enough. I only took advantage of my old age to occupy this position."
"If it really comes down to ability, Feng Langjun is more qualified to sit in this position than I am."
If you say this... then it's even more impossible to accept it!
"If Feng Langjun doesn't mind my sick and disabled body, please sit down in front of me. It's difficult to talk from too far away."
Qin Mi didn't necessarily want Feng Yong to take up this topic, so he patted the edge of the couch and said again.
Feng Yong followed his instructions and moved the chair in front of the couch.
Qin Mi smiled with satisfaction, took a breath, and continued, "Speaking of which, I have a close relationship with Feng Langjun. When Zhang Huishu came to Shu from Soochow, I had a very pleasant conversation with him.
After returning to Wu, I also exchanged letters with me."
"I heard that Feng Langjun and Zhang Huishu are close friends through correspondence, so there is no need for you and me to be too outspoken."
Zhang Huishu, also known as Zhang Wen, was sent as an envoy to the Han Dynasty in the second year of Jianxing.
Feng Yong smiled when he heard this and said, "The elder is humble. Yong once heard that when Zhang Huishu was sent as an envoy to the Han Dynasty, many people valued his talent. Only the elder argued with him and convinced him to increase the power of the Han Dynasty. This is not the case.
It's so simple to have a good conversation."
Feng Yong's flattery was obviously in the right place. Qin Mi said with a smile, "Zhang Huishu is indeed talented, but unfortunately he failed in Soochow. I remember that he admired you very much at that time. I wonder if there are any letters recently.
contacts?"
Feng Yong nodded and said, "Always. I heard that he was implicated and dismissed from office soon after returning to Wu. The Zhang family in Wu County had a difficult time."
"So before I went to Nanjing Middle School last year, I had someone bring him a letter. It told him how to make gray sugar from sugar cane. When the time came, I would bid to recycle the gray sugar, which would be considered a way out for the Zhang family."
“What is gray sugar?”
Qin Mi looked curious.
"Just squeeze the juice from Jiaozhou sugarcane and boil it briefly. The gray lump of Tangyi is gray sugar. Although gray sugar is sweet, it has a lot of residue and tastes astringent and bitter."
"Since gray sugar tastes bad, what do you do with it?"
Qin Mi was even more surprised.
Feng Yong showed a mysterious smile, "Elders, don't forget, I am also planning to plant sugar cane in Nanzhong."
"I've heard about this. It says that you can make sugar candy from sugar cane."
Qin Mi nodded.
"That's right." Feng Yong slapped his thigh, "Jiaozhou is the origin of sugar cane, but the sugar cane is inconvenient to transport. It would be much more convenient if it is made into gray sugar and then transported here. Then I will think of ways to turn the gray sugar into sugar.
Yi, isn’t that okay?”
To put it bluntly, it is the primary processing and further processing of agricultural products.
Just like in my hometown in the previous life, the jasmine factory first collected jasmine flowers from the farmers' uncles, performed primary processing, and made primary products that are easy to transport, and then transported them to other places for fine processing into jasmine tea.
Rather than transporting fresh jasmine flowers directly to the final processing site.
If that were to happen, not to mention how many jasmine flowers would be wasted, but when they reach the end of the field, the fragrance of the jasmine flowers would have been exhausted long ago and they would no longer be of any value.
Feng Yong is now taking the same path.
Although the Zhang family of Wu County was suppressed, the family had a strong foundation and the relationship was even more complicated. In addition, Zhang Wen was deeply sympathized with by the Wu state because of his deposition, so he took Feng Yong's trick and soon became friends with him.
Jiaozhou established a relationship.
After the first batch of gray sugar is delivered to make white sugar or brown sugar, I will take a bite and pour a mouthful, and I will be greedy for those who dare to doubt whether sugar cane can be grown in Nanzhong.
Qin Mi's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he sat up tremblingly, shouting out loud, "If this is the case, wouldn't it be comparable to the power of salt and iron?!"
Although Qin Mi claims to have secretly occupied the position of chief agricultural officer, he is just being self-effacing.
He still has the qualities that a great farmer should have.
Just hearing Feng Yong say this, he could immediately roughly estimate the huge profits involved.
Tangyi has been a rare thing since ancient times. Except for the rich and powerful people who can occasionally eat it, some people have never tasted what it tastes like as sweet as honey.
Whether it is worthwhile to plant sugar cane in Nanzhong, no one except Feng Yong dares to say with certainty until he sees the real thing.
Even the people in the Xinghan Hui, who now have a garden in Nanzhong, only plant black beans in the first year, firstly to save some fertility in the land, and secondly to wait to see the final results of their own Huihui.
What kind of sweet treats can you make?
Even if Huishou fails to make sugar, it is still not a loss if he gets the manor land in Nanzhong.
But now when Qin Mi heard what Feng Yong said, he immediately reacted: No one would be stupid enough to use real money to deceive people, right? Otherwise, if you don't accept gray sugar, you have to spend a lot of money to get it.
What?
But if you really want to make Tangyi, the money you make will be several times higher than what you invested in it!
But how could Feng Yong admit the huge benefits of sugar making like this? So he quickly denied it, "No, no, Hu... Well, I just make some pocket money..."
"You are worthy of being a descendant of a noble family. Even if you only have pocket money, you still have so much."
Qin Mi made a roar in his throat, and became more energetic as he spoke. He didn't look like he was about to die at all.
What is this old man saying? Why can’t I understand it?
Feng Yong pretended to be confused and carefully corrected Qin Mi's cognitive error, "It's just pocket money for a big Sinong, not much money."
"Okay, it's just pocket money." Qin Mi said, somewhat dumbfounded, "That's why I said, Junhou is more suitable to sit in this position than me."
Why is this old man always thinking about giving up his throne?
Feng Yong said quickly, "Don't be like this when you are a great minister. You are never just a latecomer. The elders are highly virtuous and respected. It is just right for an elder to be a great minister."
Qin Mi was amused and patted the bed, "How can there be such a big farmer lying on the bed unable to do anything?"
Then he sighed again, "This is just a small contribution from Your Majesty and the Prime Minister to comfort me in the past. The high moral and prestige you mentioned is out of the question, but if you really want to talk about it, I have a lot of achievements over the years.
A few old friends and disciples."
Then he looked at Feng Yong and pointed to the next door, "They are all waiting over there for me to take my last breath. I wonder if Feng Langjun is interested in meeting them?"
Feng Yong shuddered and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
This Lao Qin is a famous scholar in Shu. When Zhuge Laoyao entertained Zhang Wen, everyone was present, but he was the only one who did not arrive.
Not only was Old Demon Zhuge not angry, he also had to wait for him. You can imagine how powerful his cards were.
In addition, he is now one of the Nine Qings, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the top leaders of the Yizhou Sect.
This kind of person has more than just a few old friends and disciples?
Now you want to introduce your old friends and disciples to yourself?
Recalling that Du Qiong is also a member of the Yizhou faction, Qin Mi just mentioned again and again that he is more suitable for the position of chief agricultural officer...
Couldn't this have been settled long ago?
Is Lao Qin planning to hand over this huge political legacy to himself?
Feng Yong looked straight at Qin Mi and swallowed, feeling that he might have thought too much.
"Yong came here this time to treat Da Sinong, nothing else."
Feng Yongqiang composed himself, shook his head and said, "Da Sinong, let the medical staff come in to take a look at you first."
Qin Mi had a look of disappointment on his face, shook his head and said, "I've been sick for so long, and I'm not in a hurry. Since you don't want to see them, I have to be a bad person and ask you a question for them."
"I wonder what Da Sinong wants to ask?"
"Is the copper mine in Juti County real?"
"The copper mine is naturally real."
Feng Yong finally realized that this time, he was really being plotted by Du Qiong and Qin Mi together.
Let me just say, how can such extremely rare comments from Najib be so easy to come across?
Still fierce tigers guarding the mountains?
Are you still flying to earth?
Du Qiong is using his reputation as bait.
It was obvious that Lao Qin's health was about to fail. As a top figure, he was already preparing to find a way out for his disciples and grandchildren of the Yizhou Sect.
"Is it true that we are preparing money and food to dig copper mines?"
The sick look on Qin Mi's face disappeared and he stared at Feng Yong with bright eyes.
"it is true."
"Will you really get money after digging it out?"
"right."
"you promise?"
"I can't joke about my ranch and workshop in Hanzhong, right?"
"Okay." Qin Mi smiled, as if he was relieved, "Then I'm relieved. Having said so much today, it's really exhausting."
Feng Yong understood, "Then Yong will ask the medical staff to come in and take a look?"
Qin Mi was noncommittal, "Feng Langjun expressed his kindness, so I thanked him in advance."
When Qin Mi thought about it, if even the palace doctors could not cure the disease, how could the doctors under Feng Langjun be able to cure it?
Fan A and Li Dangzhi's treatment of Zhang Xingcai and Huang Yueying is still confidential because it involves the privacy of the women.
So Feng Yong had nothing to say.
He turned around and went out, bringing in Fan A who had been waiting for a long time.
"If Mr. Feng doesn't dislike those mediocre people next door, go over and get to know them."
While Fan A was feeling his pulse, Qin Mi spoke again.
"Don't worry, Da Sinong will let the medical staff take a look first before talking."
Feng Yong waved his hand.
Because it was Feng Yong who brought him to the door in person, and he heard that the old man in front of him was a big farmer, Fan A mustered up all his energy and used all his abilities to see, smell, ask, and judge. After struggling for a long time, he finally turned around.
He turned around and winked at Feng Yong.
Before Feng Yong could speak, Qin Mi asked, "How is it? Can you cure my disease?"
Fan A looked at Feng Yong.
"I have already set up a mourning hall outside. I have long wanted to die. You can just say it here."
Qin Mi urged.
"Fan Medical Engineer, just tell the truth. It's okay. Da Si Nong can see clearly."
Feng Yong had no other solution for this kind of old man who was already aware of his death, so he had no choice but to give instructions to Fan Adao.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Fan A bowed and said, "Da Sinong's disease has become serious. If you want to eradicate it, I'm afraid it will be difficult."
When Qin Mi heard this, he smiled at Feng Yong and said, "How about it? I've said it before, how can this disease be so easy to cure?"
