But so what? If we don’t kill them, will they eat and live in vain? Li Yi came to the capital on his father’s orders this time, firstly to ask for help, and secondly to see if he could find some connections to sell those Liao prisoners. In exchange for some subsidies, Sancai wanted to keep the Li family in check.
But Jincheng is now the heart of the Han Dynasty. How can it be possible to let so many barbarians in and still be strong and strong together? Thirty people per family are already the greatest face for one's own master in front of the prime minister. If it were other people, , do you dare to try more than ten people? Three hundred people, are you going to rebel?!
"Feng Langjun, now that the southern barbarians are rebelling in Nanzhong, you are going to gather three hundred strong barbarians in the village. This matter..."
If he hadn't known that the Guanzhang family had a dirty PY deal with this guy in front of him, if he hadn't known that the prime minister actually valued him quite a lot, and if he hadn't known that Zhao Guang was still hanging out in Fengzhuang, Li Yi would have returned to the city on the spot. If this matter is brought out, a hater with evil intentions cannot escape.
Ah? Is there such a thing as this?
Although Li Yi didn't explain it clearly, Feng Yong understood it instantly. When he thought about it, he thought, haha, people in Chengdu were panicked some time ago, the food price crisis had just passed, and his identity was a bit special. If he really wanted to do this, With one attack, Old Demon Zhuge might be able to send troops to surround Fengzhuang on the spot.
"Brother Li, if, I mean if, the Prime Minister doesn't care about this matter, how many people can you send in?"
Population and labor force! These were the most lacking things during the Three Kingdoms period! Feng Tuchel's eyes were filled with glittering gold, and he was trembling with excitement.
Could this person really want to rebel? Li Yi felt a little regretful. After returning home, he must report this matter to the prime minister, otherwise he would be implicated in the future and it would be too late to regret!
"About five hundred are strong, and there are still some."
"Okay, okay!"
People who are in a good mood are easy to talk to. After learning that Li Yi had more than 500 prisoners of war, Feng Yong was in a good mood and directly gave him the thousand-character bamboo slips he had carefully carved and told him This is a deposit. These 500 people are not allowed to be sold to anyone else. He takes care of it all!
You can't reason with crazy people. After Li Yi got what he wanted, he thought to himself: No wonder this person was called Feng Madman before, but now it seems that he has become ill again. It's a pity that he has lost everything he has learned.
He sighed and left Fengzhuang with mixed feelings, then resolutely turned around and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital.
"Brother, has Li Dalang left? What plan are you going to tell me today?" Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong returning to the backyard and quickly stood up and asked.
"Which plan? Remove the firewood from under the cauldron!" Feng Yong laughed.
"What does it mean to draw fire from under the cauldron?" As soon as Zhao Guang arrived at this time, he would take out the paper and pen he had prepared long ago and look like he was listening to the class seriously.
"Zishi, stop practicing calligraphy and come over and listen."
"It is better to draw firewood from the bottom of the cauldron than to stop it from boiling. This is where this plan comes from. The boiling water is the power of fire; the firewood is the power of fire. A force cannot be stopped because its power cannot be eliminated. If the power is removed, the power will come from it. Defeated!" No matter what, let's read an ancient passage first to improve our skills.
In later shopping mall wars, all kinds of tricks emerged one after another. For a while, Chinese studies began to revive. Some shopping mall lectures made up all kinds of fancy names in order to show their cultural level and to cater to the tastes of the bosses.
For example, Sun Tzu's Art of War and Business Warfare, Thirty-Six Strategies in Shopping Malls, and so on.
The glamorous female boss also took Feng Yong to listen to it several times. One time she was talking about the Thirty-six Stratagems, and Feng Yong almost laughed on the spot.
The lecturer on the stage basically taught based on the ancient translation of the Thirty-Six Strategies written by the ancients, without adding anything from the modern market. This is to bully most people who have never read the ancient text.
But that guy was still an old pervert, and deliberately named the beautiful female boss several times. Feng Yong couldn't help it on the spot, and encouraged the female boss to ask the lecturer if he could recite the thirty-six strategies on the spot. The result can be imagined.
, a lecture turned into a farce.
"The public policy of gold, jade and sandalwood can be used to catch thieves, fish and snakes laugh in the sea, sheep, tigers and peaches are separated by mulberry trees, crazy people walk in the dark, the cauldron is empty and suffers from distant visitors, there are beautiful corpses in the roof beams, and the Wei Dynasty attacks Guo."
Afterwards, Feng Yong recited these forty words to the female boss, patted his chest and said that the thirty-six strategies were contained in these forty words. The lecturer didn't even understand this, so he was talking nonsense?
The female boss liked Feng Yong who was confident, capable, and somewhat domineering. She almost got wet on the spot.
Feng Yong knocked on the table and continued: "In fact, it can also be used in the present."
Zhao Guang's eyes lit up, he raised his hand like a good student and asked: "Brother, what's the meaning of this?"
It is the rule of the Feng family to raise your hands when asking questions. Of course, for children in the village, there is one more rule: to stand at attention when being beaten.
"Good question." Feng Yong coughed dryly, but he was afraid that you wouldn't ask, so he pretended to be serious and said two words: "Nanzhong."
Nanzhong?
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun frowned at the same time. What does this have to do with Nanzhong?
"The rebellion in Nanzhong is like water in a cauldron, boiling endlessly. If we just send troops to suppress it, what's the difference between sending troops to suppress it and raising the water to stop the boiling. Even if it is suppressed temporarily, once the army withdraws, the rebellion will rise again."
"What about that?" Zhao Guang raised his hand again and asked.
After Wang Xun heard this, he lowered his head and frowned, thoughtfully.
Feng Yong glanced at the two people and saw the difference in their performance, and thought to himself: Is this Zhao Erlang really the kind of Zhao Yun? Doesn't it mean that Zhao Yun is brave and resourceful? If it weren't for the fact that the two people's looks are somewhat similar,
He had to wonder if there was a Brother Wang next door to Zhao Yun back then.
In essence, the Nanzhong Rebellion was a rebellion in which local nobles were dissatisfied with the Shu Han regime and wanted to stand on their own. Of course, it can also be said to be a rebellion in which they wanted to gain more rights from the Shu Han regime but were not satisfied.
In any case, the local big clans played a leading role in it, but the main force in the rebellion was the ethnic minorities in Nanzhong, which are also collectively known as the Liao tribe among the Han people - no matter which tribe you are from, as long as you are from the south
Those who are not Han people are called Liao tribe, also called Nanman, or Liaoman - the Han Dynasty looked down on people like this.
"Brother, what I mean is that the current chaos in Nanzhong is like boiling water in a cauldron. If you want to stop the boiling, you must remove the salary underneath. So what is the salary at Nanzhong?" Wang Xun thought for a while, and then
He raised his hand and asked.
This Feng Yong can be guaranteed to be Wang Ping’s son! This IQ can directly crush the pretty boy!
"You are right. After the temporary chaos in Nanzhong, it is difficult to prevent Nanzhong from falling back again. And taking money from the bottom of the cauldron can be used here." Feng Yong talked eloquently.
In fact, two years later, the old demon Zhuge used this trick to ping Nanzhong, and he was very sneaky!
After first quelling the rebellion with a large army, he said to the barbarians, "Don't worry, we will not station troops here, nor will we send officials to take care of you. We will even teach you how to farm so that you will never go hungry again."
He moved more than 10,000 Qingqiang soldiers from Nanzhong to Shu, selected their young and strong soldiers, and formed the famous "Wu Dang Fei Army".
Not to mention this, he later started an intermediary business, semi-forcibly asking wealthy families to pay for barbarians to serve as servants, who were actually slaves. This not only caused the family to bleed, but also viciously mixed it into the family.
A lot of sand.
Feng Yong could almost imagine the green faces of those aristocratic families at that time.
There is no way, who said your opponent is Zhuge Lao Yao?