It's just that people from aristocratic families are not fools. When they go to Nanzhong to plant the sugar cane, not only can they not make the decision on the sugar cane they grow, but they also have to be controlled by the "cruel little Wen He", which makes no one feel at ease.
Isn’t that how you control the two-legged animals in your manor?
The aristocratic family is noble, how could they do such stupid things like Qian Shou?
Moreover, fools will have conditioned reflexes if they are tricked too much.
So in the end, according to Feng Yong’s wishes, let’s sit down and talk together...
The conditions offered by the aristocratic family were that they could hand over the sugar cane directly to the Xinghan Hui without receiving a penny, but after the malt sugar was produced, they wanted a certain share of brown sugar.
In other words, they must participate in the candy distribution process of the Xinghan Club, at least part of it.
The members of the Xinghan Club who were so dazzled by the brown sugar almost flew into a rage - I might as well just collect the sugar cane at a high price!
It doesn't even matter if you open fewer manors this year. Wait until you have money in two years and then slowly open them. You can always spread the business.
This thing is one of the most profitable things in the world. As far as Feng Yong knows, the profits from brown sugar in the Han Dynasty are almost the same as the profits from drugs in later generations.
Moreover, it is still an independent business, so Feng Yong can understand the mood of the Xinghanhui brothers: if outsiders dare to reach out, they can directly come to the door with a knife and kill them.
Fortunately, Feng Yong was still clear-headed, so he agreed despite all the differences.
After all, without enough benefits, how can a wealthy family be so talkative as to be willing to open up wasteland in a barbaric land like Nanzhong?
More importantly, seeing that the date of Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition is approaching day by day, he must find a way to kidnap as many wealthy families as possible in the middle of Shu and put them on the Han chariot.
There is not much time to nail the doors and windows shut. Otherwise, when the Northern Expedition begins, someone will notice something is wrong and cry and shout, "Stop the car quickly, this is not a car headed for the sweet life, I want to get off," or something like that.
But what to do?
If you don't cultivate their appetite, how can you drive them to explore new raw material production areas and product dumping areas?
Of course, during the negotiation, Feng Yong also put forward a condition to the other party, that is, they must pay an additional membership fee - the same as the school selection fee for future generations.
Very reasonable and very humane.
The collection of membership fees completely solved the financial constraints of the Xinghan Club, and finally calmed down the irritable brothers.
At the same time, the wealthy family also found it acceptable and believed that the franchise fee was worth paying.
From then on, non-members of the Xinghan Association who wanted to use the internal resources of the Xinghan Association had to pay membership fees, which became a rule.
The Li family sent people to Nanxiang to customize special tickets, partly to facilitate the exchange of resources in Nanxiang in the future, and partly to prove that Feng Yong gave them the certificate after paying the membership fee.
Another part is the court's debt from the Zhuti County Copper Mine - similar to the national debt for infrastructure construction in later generations.
Feng Yong has always spared no effort in promoting Nanxiang Bank.
As for the multiple mortgages of an asset in Nanxiang Gongfang Ranch and Workshop at the same time, it may be suspected of financial fraud in later generations, but to the natives of the Han Dynasty, that was nonsense!
For aristocratic families in central Sichuan, the few workshops in Nanxiang are the best assets.
As long as Feng Yong is willing to come forward and use them as guarantee, that is the most reassuring thing.
So the Dahan Joint Reserve Bureau located in Nanxiang County, Hanzhong County, began to take shape under what can be called a chaotic situation.
After the matter was settled, Feng Yong quickly wrote a "Reclamation Examination of Nanzhong" and submitted it to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
After the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty saw it, he first highly praised it and thought it was extremely operable.
After hearing the whole story, he was greatly relieved and introduced Feng Yong as his closest comrade-in-arms and most loyal revolutionary partner.
At the same time, he expressed concern that Feng Yong was going to fight in desolate places such as Yuejun. He felt that someone needed to take care of the daily life of his closest comrades and most loyal revolutionary partners, and said that Guan Shilang and Guan Suo were a good choice.
Feng Yong received permission from the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, and then he appointed Guan Suo as Yue Jun's postal governor, Wang Xun, Huang Chong, Zhang Ni, Gou Fu as captains, E Shun and Gao Yuan as army commanders.
At the same time, Eshun and Gao Yuan were ordered to go to Qiongdu, where Yue Jun was governed, to summon Gaoding's old troops.
He also ordered Huang Chong and Zhang Yi to lead a thousand people to the rear to hold down the formation for them, including three hundred Nanxiang soldiers.
Feng Yong and others were preparing to take the remaining 300 Nanxiang soldiers from Jincheng, take the waterway to Bodao, join the 2,000 soldiers who had already gathered there, and then set off towards Beishui.
Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, mobilized 2,000 men from the five captains of Nanzhong. He had just pacified Beishui a few days ago and is now waiting there for Feng Yong's arrival.
In other words, the imperial court dispatched five thousand people to Yuejun to quell the chaos, which was considered a rare and generous move.
Today, the Dongqu tribe, the largest rebel tribe in Yuejun, claims to have 10,000 soldiers, but in fact it is only 2,000 at most.
More importantly, the barbarians in Yuejun were still in the ignorant stage of a slave or semi-slave society. Although they were brave and brave, they had backward weapons and poor organization, making them no enemy of the Han army.
The combined total strength of the seven Nanzhong counties is a little over 10,000.
Feng Yong directly mastered half of it.
From this, we can see how much the Prime Minister of Han Dynasty attaches great importance to Feng Yong, and it also shows that Prime Minister Da Han has great hopes for Feng Yong to take over Yue Jun.
Before leaving, Feng Yong said goodbye to the prime minister. Zhuge Liang sat down with Feng Yong and asked him: "After Ping Yue and Jun, can his governance be like that of Nanxiang?"
Feng Yong thought for a while and replied, "Returning to Prime Minister, Yuejun is no better than Hanzhong. Yuejun is a barbarian land, with more barbarians and fewer Han people. If you want to govern Nanxiang, it will take too long."
"how long?"
"Maybe five years, maybe ten years, maybe."
When Zhuge Liang heard this, he nodded, "This is a prudent statement. You are still young and now you are in charge of power for the first time. It is really not easy for you to be so calm."
As he spoke, there was a look of regret in his eyes, and he sighed, "What I regret is that you are too young. It would be great if you could have been born ten years earlier."
Feng Yong raised his head, looked at Zhuge Liang's gray temples, understood what he meant, and finally couldn't help it anymore, "Prime Minister, Yong has something to say that has been hidden in his heart for a long time. He has wanted to say it to the Prime Minister for a long time, but he has never found the opportunity.
Now that parting is imminent, I really can’t help but feel unhappy.”
"If you have anything to say, just say it. You are not considered an outsider here."
These words were a bit too intimate, but Feng Yong thought for a moment and realized that he married Guan Ji. Guan Ji and Huang Yueying were the same mother and daughter, and Huang Yueying was Zhuge Liang's wife.
After all this calculation, Old Demon Zhuge can actually be regarded as half of his maternal uncle?
"The prime minister's duty is to assist the emperor and assist in all affairs. The prime minister needs to worry about military and national affairs. But I have always heard that small matters such as the prime minister's twenty sticks must be personally seen and decided. I dare to ask the chief minister of the prime minister's house,
What should you do if you, Cao Cao, join the army, etc.?"
Zhuge Liang didn't expect that Feng Yong would mention this matter before leaving, and he was a little surprised at the moment.
He was silent for a long time, and then he let out a long sigh, "The Han Dynasty is in danger, and I am entrusted by the late emperor, how dare I not dedicate myself to it?"
"May I ask what the late emperor asked the prime minister to do?"
"Pursuing thieves will revive the Han Dynasty."
"Can thieves be eliminated in one fell swoop? Can the Han Dynasty be prospered in one day?"
"The thieves are so powerful that they can't do anything."
"Considering the current situation in the Han Dynasty, in a hundred years from now, the prime minister will have a successor he can trust with confidence."
Zhuge Liang glanced at Feng Yong, the complicated expression on his face became even more complicated, thinking to himself, if you could have been born ten years earlier, then why would I need to work so hard?
At that moment, I could only answer, "Nothing."
"The thieves cannot be eliminated suddenly, the Han cannot be raised suddenly, and the prime minister has no peace of mind to take care of his future affairs, but he is so overworked and neglects his body. Hasn't he thought about the consequences?"
"Prime Minister Yong Guan has a tired look on his face. He is much older than when he first met him three years ago. If this continues, I'm afraid the Prime Minister's body won't last ten years."
"If the prime minister becomes ill due to long labor and suddenly loses his fortune, the Han Dynasty will be in even greater danger. When the prime minister went underground, the late emperor asked whether the thieves had been killed and whether the Han Dynasty had been revived. How did the prime minister respond?"
Zhuge Liang was speechless.
"Officials, big and small, have their own duties. The prime minister's job is to adjust the yin and yang of the world and take charge of the state affairs of the Han Dynasty. It is too much for the prime minister to personally decide on such trivial matters as twenty sticks!"
"I'm afraid others will make any mistakes."
Feng Yong made a "tsk" sound, a little impatient, "Anyone who makes any omissions will be punished according to the order. If the prime minister ignores the matter no matter how big or small, then what is the use of the officials from the Manchu Dynasty?"
"Therefore, in Yong's view, the Prime Minister's move is not to dedicate his life, but to block the way for those who come after him to make progress. It makes the talented people live in mediocrity and lament that they can't show their strengths. But the mediocre people secretly rejoice in it and don't need to show off their strengths.
It’s short.”
"In the long run, everyone relies on the Prime Minister's ability and will only act according to the Prime Minister's wishes. Although they gain temporary convenience, they lose it because of their own calculations. Once the Prime Minister is away, everyone will be like headless flies."
"From this point of view, is it a move that is beneficial to national affairs? Does the Prime Minister think so?"
Zhuge Liang was silent for a longer time after hearing this.
After a long time, he looked at Feng Yong and said, "I understand what you said, but now the Han Dynasty is in a critical stage of survival, but I really don't dare to relax. If I can see the hope of the Han Dynasty's revival,
, I will never have to work like this again.”
Damn, so much breath was wasted.
Feng Yong sighed, "Prime Minister, what do you think is the hope of revival?"
"Back then, Emperor Gaozu left Hanzhong and occupied Guanzhong, and was able to establish an invincible position. Therefore, no matter what, if the Han Dynasty can regain Guanzhong, then there is hope."
Feng Yong nodded, "Okay, I just hope that the Prime Minister will not forget what he said today."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand.
The Han Prime Minister thought he was going to do something, but didn't care. He picked up the bowl on the table and took a sip of water, and then said, "I will never forget it."
After saying that, seeing Feng Yong's strange movements, he asked, "What are you raising your hands for?"
There was an embarrassed look on Feng Yong's face, and he said in a faint tone, "Prime Minister, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. At this time, shouldn't you give me a high-five to show your promise?"
Zhuge Liang laughed and said, "What's the matter? I am a great Han Prime Minister and your elder, how can I break my trust with you?"
Then he raised his hand and was about to give Feng Yong a high-five. Unexpectedly, Feng Yong had already put his hand down when he heard the four words "Why not" in front of Zhuge Liang, which made the Han Prime Minister dumbfounded.
Having said so much just now, Feng Yong was actually a little thirsty. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of water. Then he looked up and saw the Prime Minister with complicated eyes, standing there in a daze with his hands raised...
Feng Yong:……
"Prime Minister, how about we do it again on one, two, three?"
Seeing the look of dissatisfaction on the face of the Han Prime Minister, Feng Tubao put on a polite yet embarrassed smile and asked in a flattering manner.
"roll!"
So Feng Yong was driven out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in embarrassment.
"Junhou, are you okay?"
Seeing the resentful look on Feng Yong's face, Buqu, who was waiting outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, quickly asked.
"What can happen? What's the difference between entering the prime minister's house and entering our house?"
Feng Yong glanced at this expressionless guy and said angrily.
Anyway, the Prime Minister's Mansion can be regarded as half of my wife's natal family. Is it wrong to say that? That's right?
Feng Yong got on the horse brought by Bu Qu and took the lead to walk out of the city.
After getting off the official road and entering Zhuangzi, I saw two women standing at the door of the mansion from a distance, looking this way.
The woman standing in front is extremely beautiful, and the woman standing behind is gorgeous and graceful. She is his wife and concubine.
Feng Yong's gloomy mind after being kicked out by the old demon Zhuge suddenly turned into a clear sky.
He got off his horse happily and greeted him, "Xijun, I'm back."
Guan Ji, who was dressed as a young woman, smiled tenderly, helped take off Feng Yong's cloak, and handed it to Amei behind her. Then she said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Alang. Did this trip go well?"
"Smooth...smooth, everything that needs to be said has been said."
Feng Yong stumbled, but he refused to lose face in front of his lover, so he patted his chest and said.
"I thanked Alang."
Guan Ji has been with Feng Yong for three years, and now she has become a bed partner. Just from the tone of her voice, she knew there was something fishy, "But did you make the prime minister angry?"
"The Prime Minister is angry, but not because of this matter, but because of other things."
Feng Yong saw that he couldn't hide it, so he glanced at his right hand with some frustration, wondering why I have such a mean hand?
"For what?"
"No...nothing."
Feng Yong had no nerve to tell Guan Ji this, so he immediately changed the subject and said, "The Prime Minister agreed, saying that he would not be so tired after waiting to see the hope of the revival of the Han Dynasty."
"What is the hope for the revival of the Han Dynasty?"
Guan Ji frowned slightly, with a worried look on her face, "My aunt said that the prime minister's body already looks like he is overworked. If he continues like this, he may fall ill."
"Alang, you also know that my aunt has just become pregnant with great difficulty. If the Prime Minister..."
Before Guan Ji finished speaking, Feng Yong held her hand, patted her gently, and comforted her, "I know, I know, you don't have to worry, and tell Madam not to worry."
"Believe me, this time will come soon."
Although Feng Yong's tone was light, he was firm.
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong and nodded gently, "Alang, I believe you. Oh, by the way, when Alang went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there were guests."