Chapter 0052 It’s not selling, it’s surrendering prisoners
Looking at Feng Yong's confused expression, Zhuge Liang knew the answer and continued: "A few days ago, Yang Zizhao used the words 'We have the same body to govern, and we cannot invade each other from below' to persuade me not to rob him.
Other people's work, I didn't expect you to say these words again today. You are quite knowledgeable at such a young age."
Feng Yong grinned: "The Prime Minister is so complimentary."
You were exhausted to death, I still know this. But before you died of exhaustion, someone actually advised you not to deal with big and small things. This was something I didn't expect.
Zhuge Liang glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said calmly: "Since you have such knowledge but are unwilling to become an official, then just stay on your three-thirds of an acre and farm hard. Why do you still have evil intentions?"
Could it be that you feel that the big man can’t tolerate you?”
As soon as these words came out, Feng Tibi almost peed in fear.
"Why did the Prime Minister say this? This kid has always behaved himself, so how could he have any evil intentions?"
You must not carry this pot on your back. If you do, you will be dead.
"A few days ago, a department seized a group of barbarians, totaling more than 500 people. The seller said that it was Feng Zhuang who made the decision. You, a small village, have to buy 500 and 32 pieces. How can you do your duty?
What?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong coldly, his peach blossom eyes were not charming at all, but full of coldness.
Damn it! If I hadn’t traveled through time and knew that you were the biggest human trafficker in Shu Han, I would have really believed your performance! But Feng Yong discovered that even if he knew the truth, so what? There is no way that someone should cooperate with your performance.
Should I turn a blind eye?
"Your Majesty, there is no secret behind this matter."
"I have been waiting for you to explain a few days ago," Old Demon Zhuge sighed, with an expression that said, "I believe in you so much, but you let me down." He said sadly, "Xijun said you are a good boy.
, you would never be so confused and ask me to wait. Unexpectedly, I still need to send someone to call you, Feng Yong, what do you think I should do with you?"
It's not in vain that I have been so diligent in delivering food to the Prime Minister's wife. It still has some effect at critical times.
"If you don't rush to say thank you, let's first tell the Prime Minister why he did such a thing. If you can't tell me, even I won't be able to spare you." Huang Yueying had just asked someone to bring the bowl and spoon.
He brought it and was digging out the ice cream from the jar. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled at Feng Yong, his tone and expression sounded a bit like the little aunt in his previous life.
"Yes. Back to the Prime Minister, I have actually considered this matter. It's not that I didn't want to explain it to the Prime Minister earlier. It's just that I've been busy drawing something these past few days and I haven't drawn it yet. I'm afraid that the Prime Minister won't believe me."
"Oh? What kind of thing are you going to do? You need more than five hundred people?" Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong in disbelief, "If you are lying to me, do you know the consequences?"
"If you dare to lie to the Prime Minister, then you can just let the Prime Minister do what you want."
"Okay, with what you said, I'll wait a few more days. I wonder when you can finish painting that thing?"
"The drawing has been completed today, and it is now on the boy."
"Bring it up."
"yes."
"What is this?" Zhuge Liang took the drawing handed over by Feng Yong, pointed to the maza next to him, and looked at it for a while before asking.
After Feng Yong sat down on the mat, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the chairs where the two people were sitting in front of him, then at the tea bowl, and then at the jar with ice cheese. His heart ached. What the hell?
, eat my food, drink my food, use my food, cheat me, and now you want to scare me, hey! There was no human rights in ancient times!
Feng Tubao was feeling sorry for himself when he heard the old demon Zhuge asked and quickly replied: "This thing is called the Eight-Niu Plow. It is suitable for cultivating large fields and reclaiming wasteland. The power of one plow can beat the current ten plows."
Twice the work..."
"Stop it!"
Who is Old Demon Zhuge? As soon as he heard Feng Yong say this, he immediately interrupted him, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone next to him to get down. Even Huang Yueying took Zhang Xing away with good sense.
After everyone had left, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong seriously, pointed to the chair opposite, and said, "Sit forward."
It's not easy! Feng Tubiao felt a little teary-eyed. From being forced to stand, to sitting on a small horse, to sitting on a chair, the treatment was getting higher and higher.
"What you just said is the truth?"
"Of course it is true. This eight-oxen plow has great benefits but also many shortcomings. It requires eight oxen to pull it. The field plowed by one plow in one day requires more than a hundred people to be able to do it. Moreover, the eight-oxen plow is complicated in craftsmanship.
, beyond what ordinary people can create.”
Zhuge Liang twitched his beard and smiled, obviously very satisfied with Feng Yong's explanation.
The advantages of the Eight-Niu Plow are obvious, but its shortcomings... are flaws to others, but are advantages to a country! It is good if the craftsmanship is complicated, and ordinary people cannot make it if it is too complicated, but for the imperial court with generals as supervisors,
Is that a big deal?
"As long as the eight-oxen plow is built, Prime Minister, all the barren land in Hanzhong can be turned into land for cultivation. As long as the cultivation is successful, the court will no longer have to worry about food in the future." Feng Yong quickly added another one.
fire.
When Zhang Lu was in power, how many people fled Hanzhong from Guanzhong Sanfu due to the war? At that time, it was one of the few peaceful places in the world that was not affected by the war.
Later, Cao Cao came, followed closely by Liu Bei, and the two fought life and death in Hanzhong. Finally, Liu Bei drove Cao Cao away, but found that what he got was an empty Hanzhong. Cao Cao, who was evil-hearted, had long since
All the hundreds of thousands of households in Hanzhong were moved away.
Until now, the rations for the Hanzhong garrison still have to be transported from Jincheng, and there is no way to eat them locally. It is really a sin to waste such large tracts of fertile land there!
Nowadays, most of the land in Shuzhong is controlled by powerful families. The court only collects so much grain in a year. How much can it do? Without food in hand, they don’t even have the confidence to speak. This is why those people in Nanzhong are now
The old demon Zhuge had to hold back his nausea to appease him because he was dancing so happily, but he couldn't send troops to suppress it.
"Is this why you want to buy so many servants?" Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you want to encircle Hanzhong?"
Of course I want to! But do I dare? Hanzhong is the base of Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition, how can anyone get involved? In addition, now that there is a Eight-Niu Plow, as long as we can get enough manpower, we can cultivate it in two or three years.
The wasteland will basically be cultivated, and the undeveloped land will become ripe in four to five years. The food produced will not be a hundred thousand troops, but even another hundred thousand, there will be no problem at all.
Why did Zhuge Liang continue to tolerate Li Yan when he became more domineering a few years later? The reason is that Li Yan entered Shu early and had an interest relationship with some local aristocratic families, so he was able to obtain food for Zhuge Liang's northern expedition.
Food problem is the biggest problem!
Although I can't get food, I can help you figure out how to get food. This credit is not a small one, right?
Feng Tubeng was thinking smugly. When he heard this, he waved his hands quickly: "How dare you have such an idea? This salesman is a barbarian..."
"Huh!" Zhuge Liang picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, put it down and then continued, "Where is the talk of selling barbarians? It's just surrendering prisoners, don't talk nonsense!"
Feng Yong screamed again. Just now he said that someone found out about it, but now he has become a surrendered prisoner. Could it be that you are the ancestor of Sichuan's face-changing?