It's just that Xu Xun is still too naive. If Feng is really that easy to talk to, how can he explain his notoriety?
But seeing Feng Langjun standing there with his hands behind his back, his face melancholy, and his eyes looking deeply into the distance, it took a long time before he sighed and said leisurely, "The landlord's family doesn't have any food left!"
Xu Xun was a little confused, with a question mark on his face: What?
"what is this?"
Feng Yong pointed to his feet.
"Sang Miao?"
"No, this is a mulberry field."
With that said, Feng Yong pointed to the distance again, "What's over there?"
"Millet?"
"No, that's a rice field. What's over there?"
"pasture?"
"Yes, the ranch."
Feng Yong nodded and spread his hands, "The landlord's family doesn't have any leftover grain. How much grain has been invested here in Yuexi to have everything in front of me? Now I am also a poor man."
Xu Xun almost spat out blood.
"But you don't have to worry," Feng Yong looked at Xu Xun kindly, "Although I can't afford the money or food, I know there is a place where I can borrow it."
"Brother, please give me some advice."
Xu Xun said cautiously.
"The Dahan Reserve Bureau in Nanxiang."
"Ticket OK?"
"That's right."
Feng Yong nodded.
"Isn't that from the imperial court? How can anyone borrow money from the imperial court?"
Xu Xun hesitated.
Feng Yong clicked his tongue, "In the past few years, haven't there been too many people borrowing cattle and grain from the government?"
Then he said, "When the time comes, I'll talk to them first, and then you can use the manor in Nanzhong as a mortgage and pay back with your share of the brown sugar. Even the imperial court must be willing to borrow this kind of thing that is sure to make money.
"
"But brother, if the imperial court doesn't have the money or food to open an imperial college, how can it possibly have the money and food to lend it to us?"
Xu Xun asked doubtfully.
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Anyway, you can go back to Jincheng first and let the brothers in the guild get ready. When there is news from Hanzhong, just go and borrow it."
Xu Xun glanced at Feng Yong and hesitated, "Brother, how sure are you?"
"There are still eighty-nine points."
Wouldn’t that count as ten points?
After all, it is known as "Xiao Wenhe"...
When Xu Xun left Yuexun, he was still full of doubts.
However, he didn't have to wait long before news came out from Hanzhong that the imperial court planned to sell several woolen textile workshops.
When the news came out, there was an immediate sensation in Shu.
For a time, the road from Jincheng to Hanzhong suddenly became lively.
How profitable is woolen cloth? No, it is not called making money, because weaving woolen cloth is equivalent to making money.
It's just that the machine for weaving wool and the source of wool have been tightly controlled by the imperial court. Not to mention the wealthy families in Shu, even the powerful have no chance to get their hands on it.
Unexpectedly, the imperial court suddenly opened the door. How can this not make people extremely excited?
After Xu Xun got the news, he was so excited that he ran back to Yuexun.
"Brother, brother,..."
"What else?"
Feng Yong was very impatient. He was about to harvest the rice. After harvesting the rice, he should try to select soldiers to cope with the coming Northern Expedition. Time was tight.
Anyone who bothers him now is having trouble with him.
"Feathercloth, the quota for the woolen cloth workshop..."
Xu Xun was so excited that he stuttered.
Feng Yong knew it was because of this, and immediately sneered, "There are only five places, can you grab them?"
He waved impatiently, "Stop this idea first. This is something you can't get involved in. Once the imperial court sells out the places, you can borrow money to open a school."
"Brother, did you know this earlier?"
Xu Xun felt a little tired and unloved on the spot. Brother, does this mean he no longer loves the brothers of the Xinghan Society?
Otherwise, it would be great if the brothers knew about this earlier and everyone could find a way to raise money and grit their teeth to get a spot!
"I planned this, do you think I knew it?"
Anyway, the matter has been made public, and Feng Yong is not afraid to make it clearer, "This matter was originally a method that the imperial court came up with in order to raise money and food from the wealthy families in central Sichuan."
Of course, in order to tie the Shuzhong family to the chariot of the Northern Expedition, they also prepared iron welding doors. There was no need to talk to Xu Xun about such matters that affected the overall situation.
"Do you really think that the quota is easy to fight for? Don't talk about you, believe it or not, even if your family comes together as a partner, you can't win half of the workshop?"
How big is the appetite of Old Demon Zhuge?
With such a good opportunity, if he could survive it, he would definitely rather survive it first.
The entire Han Dynasty competed for five spots, which was even more fierce than the bidding for prime time advertising spots on Channel C in later generations.
The rich and powerful are poor people who are already poor. In recent years, they have given away a lot of money and food. With their family background, they still want to get a quota from the old demon Zhuge? Just dream!
When Xu Xun heard what Feng Yong said, he thought to himself, is there some inside story?
"Brother, how do you say this?"
"Don't ask, just ask...well," Feng Yong subconsciously wanted to say the word "cut", then swallowed it back and glanced at Xu Xun, "You care so much? Even if they have a woolen cloth workshop,
You have to have wool, right?”
"Why are there only five places sold this time? Isn't it because there is not enough wool? Where is the most wool? As far as the big man can find now, isn't it in Longxi and Liangzhou?"
"If we really conquer that place, we can make a lot of money just by selling wool. The question is who will conquer it? Huh?"
After Feng Yong finished speaking, he raised his chin.
"Of course..."
When Xu Xun said this, he suddenly paused.
Yes, who is going to fight? Or the military leaders of the Han Dynasty? Wouldn’t it be an advantage for them after they are defeated?
The problem is, which of the brothers in the Xinghan Society does not have some relationship with the military leader?
Thinking of this, Xu Xun came over and said, "Brother, you mean..."
"I didn't say anything, get out!"
Feng Yong kicked Xu Xun away and was angry.
"I understand, I understand, little brother, get out of here right now."
Xu Xun got the hint and hurriedly ran back to Jincheng, ready to tell his brothers that he was going to do something big this time!
Because in addition to the manor in Nanzhong, there will also be wool from Longxi and Liangzhou in the future. The school must be built as soon as possible, otherwise there will not be enough accountants and stewards!
For the first time in recent years, Nanzheng has surpassed Nanxiang and become the center of attention in Hanzhong.
Any family in Sichuan that is interested in further progress and wants to leave some inheritance for their descendants will come to Nanzheng with talkers, and many families and even clan leaders will come in person.
For a time, the guest houses in Nanzheng were almost full.
In a guest house in Nanzheng, in a large wing, the doors and windows were closed, and a group of people were sitting around inside.
There were a lot of ice cubes placed around the house. Even so, many people still felt extremely stuffy, but no one asked to open the windows for ventilation.
"Let's talk about it, what are we going to do this time?"
An old man sitting at the main seat opened his mouth and asked.
"The price offered by Zhuge Villager is too high!"
Someone said angrily.
"Why else would I be so shy as to call you all together?" The old man glanced at the person who spoke, "If I can eat by myself, how can each family get so many banquets these days?"
"I heard that the companies next door have decided to form a partnership."
Someone said something dull.
"What are you afraid of? There are several small families with foreign surnames." The old man said calmly, "If our He family can join forces, are we afraid that we will not be able to compete? What do you think of the third family?"
The old man's gaze fell to the lower part.
He Shen, the head of the third room of the He family, has a smile on his face and makes people feel close to him.
Only those who know the inside story know that this guy has endured for more than 20 years in order to avenge his own sister, and even took the initiative to marry the legitimate daughter of his enemy.
After he finally got his wish and became the head of the family, he immediately turned against her and spread rumors that the daughter-in-law of the eldest daughter of the Li family had died violently. Then she ran away and became Zhuge Villager's dog, and then started biting the eldest daughter of the Li family.
It makes people shudder.
It is estimated that He Shen chose the cemetery well for his sister who died violently in the Li family. The father and son became the dogs of Zhuge villagers. He forgot to join the officialdom. From the beginning, their official career was prosperous, and now they are already members of a county.
Main thin.
If this is the case, then the He family will probably just think that the third house has left and spread its branches, out of sight.
But I don’t know how they hooked up with that smooth-talking guy. First they got a lot of woolen cloth, which was really eye-catching.
What about tea, the manor in Nanzhong, and the share of cane sugar...
It’s so... so addictive!
Just like this time, if the third room is willing to lend a favor, then the He family will have an advantage over others.
So... no matter how disgusting Sanfang is, she still endures it with her eyes closed, as long as she doesn't bite her own family.
"Zong head, I have inquired about the quota regulations for woolen cloth workshops. No one can afford it alone. If some people don't believe it and swallow it reluctantly, there are looms and wool behind them, which also cost a lot of money and food.
of."
The smile on He Shen's face did not change, and he said kindly, "If the money and food cannot come out later, the money and food invested in the front will be in vain, and the family business will be ruined. That's for sure. It can be said that taking
Applying for a quota is just the beginning."
"That's the reason. But we have to make the woolen cloth. Once it's done, you can make money just lying down in a year. Isn't it better than growing food in the ground?"
The old patriarch nodded, "If nothing else, if we don't do anything and give the quota to others, in ten years or so, the He family in Shuzhong will become what others call a small family."
How about saying that Zhuge Villager is vicious?
When these five quotas are released, big families want to grab them to ensure long-term guarantee for their own business. Small families also want to grab them, because after all, this is the best opportunity to strengthen the family.
It’s a matter of family foundation. Even if you don’t want to rob it, someone will force you to rob it.
"One more thing." He Shen said somewhat casually, "I heard that someone has taken the manor in Nanzhong and a share of the brown sugar. They are going to ask the bank to be a guarantor and want to borrow some money and food."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked over.
"Is this true?"
Even the old patriarch couldn't help but feel short of breath.
Many people from the wealthy families in Shuzhong went to Nanzhong to open estates to grow sugar cane, but in fact, if they want to get brown sugar, they will have to wait until the end of next year at least.
Firstly, it’s because it’s already a step slower than others, and there aren’t many good places in Nanzhong, so the manor drives slowly.
Secondly, there is not enough sugarcane seed to distribute. I heard that this year it will only be distributed to people from the Xinghan Association.
This step is slow, every step is slow, let alone two steps too slow?
It is already the most optimistic conclusion that we can get the brown sugar share in two years.
But if we borrow some money to buy brown sugar at the end of this year, it will be different.
"It's true, it was Wulang who sent the news back from the Xinghan Hui. They borrowed the money and food from them. They said the money and food from the Yuexi people were not in their hands."
He Shen nodded.
"Xinghanhui?"
Someone murmured underneath, with a very complicated expression.
"There's no fraud, right? What if we borrow money and food and they use it to buy a place in the woolen cloth workshop?"
"Don't worry, this money was borrowed after all the places were sold out."
He Shen explained.
That means there's no problem?
The old patriarch glanced at He Shen sitting below, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
This vicious dog won't bite his own family, right?
After all, when his sister married into the Li family with a sign, the He family's clan also nodded. Although they haven't seen any action against the clan in the past few years, who knows what they think in their hearts?
"The news hasn't spread yet, but I think it will come soon."
He Shen's last words made the old patriarch finally make up his mind: Since it is something that needs to be spread, it must not be false. After all, with the ticket bank as a guarantee, the court can't lose face, right?
If this is really the case, then Zhuge villagers might as well just send troops to rob it!
After August, when the rice harvest in Yuexun was completed, Feng Yong held a capital examination. All men aged between fifteen and forty were required to participate.
At that time, they hunted with axes, axes, flags, drums, and flags. The first thing they tried was archery and the second was battle formations to review the martial arts practice organized by Nanxiang soldiers over the past year.
The chiefs of each district first led their people to gather at the pavilion. After the pavilion chiefs finished counting, they gathered together in the township, and finally gathered at the county test center. The three counties had a total of nearly 20,000 soldiers.
After the test, after removing the old, weak and the only male in the family, 8,000 strong men were obtained.
The Yi people were good at walking in the mountains and forests, and had the habit of using poisonous arrows, so Feng Yong appointed five thousand archers and ordered people to collect more poisonous juices, and ordered them to support them.
For this reason, Feng Yong also specially transferred Wang Ping's tribe Wang Han and the Nanman archers he led to Qiongdu as deputy generals of Jufu.
The remaining three thousand people, under the leadership of Zhang Yi, with Huang Chong and Wang Xun as their assistants, practiced battle formations day and night.
For a time, the amount of materials shipped by Dongfeng Express to Yuexi increased sharply.
In the end, even Meng Yan, who was stationed in Beishui, was alerted and came over personally to ask, "Feng Changshi, where are you planning to attack again?"
"The highway between Qiongdu and Jincheng is about to be opened. Although the Yanniu tribe is no longer causing trouble, I heard that there are always sporadic bandits, so I plan to have people clean it up."
Feng Yong replied without changing his expression.
There was suspicion in Meng Yan's eyes. You led nearly ten thousand people to clean up the scattered bandits? Are you sure you don't look down on me? So you don't even bother to make up a lie that sounds nice?
"Then, is there anything I can do to help?"
Meng Yan asked carefully.
"Yes, help me find more poison. Most of the soldiers led by Prefect Meng are from Nanzhong, so they must be good at finding poison."
Meng Yan's face twitched after hearing this.
What I mean is that I want to follow you and have a look, not to help you find poisonous juice.
"That's not a problem. It's just that when does Changshi plan to set off?"
"About two months later, no more than three months at the latest."
After Meng Yan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, okay, I still had time to say something to the Prime Minister quietly.
So he hurriedly patted his chest and agreed, "That's okay. When I go back, I'll ask them to help."
Then after returning, the first thing I did was to send people to report the situation here to the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty day and night.
When Zhuge Liang learned what Feng Yong had done in Yuexun, he smiled knowingly and told the visitor, "I already know what Feng Changshi did. Go back and tell Prefect Meng what Feng Changshi wants to do.
Try to help as much as possible.”
In November of the fifth year of Jianxing, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty sent an order to Yuexun, instructing Yuexun Chief Shi Feng Yong to select his generals and lead his army north to Hanzhong.
At the same time, Meng Yan was ordered to station in Qiongdu and govern the entire territory of Yuexi.
At this time, the road between Qiongdu and Jincheng was almost ready to be dredged.
Feng Yong, who had finished reorganizing his army long ago, immediately led his army from Qiongdu up the Sun River, passed through Hanjia County, and arrived at Jincheng as quickly as possible. Then he rested briefly, ordered Zhang Yitong's army and baggage to be escorted back, and then he personally
Lead 3,000 elite troops and march forward in a hurry.
When Meng Yan learned all this, he stood dumbly for a long time, and then cursed, what the ghost king said was indeed lies, and he couldn't believe a word of it!