Feng Yong was immersed in his own emotional world and couldn't extricate himself. Zhao Guang's voice suddenly rang out, pulling him back to the real world.
Feng Yong wiped the corners of his eyes, yes, it was dry, not wet.
"Oh, I was thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about so deeply?"
Zhao Guang came over gossiping.
"Erlang, I want to ask you something." Feng Yong hesitated for a moment, as if he was organizing his words. After a while, he continued, "If, I mean if, one day, all the barbarians and barbarians from all directions join us.
Central Plains, what are you going to do if you massacre our Han people?"
Zhao Guang laughed uncontrollably and said: "Brother, why is he suffering from hysteria again? How could this day have happened? All barbarians from all over the world are the concubines of the Han Dynasty. How dare you do this?"
"What if? What if this is the case?" Feng Yong asked without giving up, "Then in Nanzhong, isn't Liao Man rebelling?"
"What if," Zhao Guang thought for a moment, then said without hesitation, "Anyone who dares to offend the Han will be killed, and that's the end of it? Besides, Nanzhong is basically a barren land, what kind of Central Plains is it? There are so many brothers.
Consider it."
Damn it! Your tone is so awesome! But I like it!
Feng Yong laughed and gave a thumbs up.
There has been a bit of excitement in the capital these days. The cause of the matter is that a few days ago, His Majesty, who has always been a good baby, issued an edict: In memory of the past achievements of all my ministers, I want to reward them with the land of Hanzhong.
According to everyone's understanding, the emperor had just ascended the throne and wanted to win over people's hearts, so he wanted to find a way to reward us. But he was still too careless. He didn't expect that there was no extra land in Shu, and he finally wanted to take it.
A shabby place like Hanzhong came to deceive us!
What kind of place is Hanzhong? Apart from the large number of soldiers led by Wei Hanzhong, how many people are left there? Besides, the land there has been barren for so long. If you want to cultivate it again, it will take three to five years?
No one is clearing wasteland, no one is cultivating the land, and we still have to pay for food. Is this His Majesty trying to trick us?
So before the decree was finalized, some old ministers went to His Majesty the Emperor to cry out and said, Your Majesty, this is not appropriate! We all followed the late Emperor and worked hard to build such a small country, you can't treat us like this.
!
His Majesty the Emperor is also in a dilemma, saying that you don't know, how can I have the final say in the current state affairs? Isn't it all the father's idea? Of course, how could a wise man like the father be so confused? I'm sure
Someone is whispering sweet words in his ears. Why don't you all try to persuade your father-in-law to change his mind?
At the same time, a certain emperor was secretly proud in his heart: Let you, a clever villain like you, steal my sister-in-law from me again!
Most people were immediately frightened when they heard this. However, there were one or two who relied on their senior status and actually went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. For example, Liu Yan, the Marquis of Duxiang, was Liu Bei's same surname and the same clan, and his status was second only to Li Yan.
.He himself is very ostentatious and likes luxury and luxury. Now that something like this has happened, doesn't it make him bleeding a lot? With less money, how can he support the dozens of young and beautiful maids in the mansion?
Seeing Liu Yan crying with snot and tears, Zhuge Liang was extremely bored and just told him to get out of here.
I am earnestly advising everyone to be frugal, but you are playing music to me every night. Isn’t this a slap in my face? If it weren’t for the fact that you are a veteran who has been with the late emperor all your life, and you are the same clan as the late emperor,
I have already dealt with you!
Liu Yan, who failed to gain sympathy, was kicked out of the Prime Minister's Palace. After hearing the news, all the civil servants were gnashing their teeth. Who the hell gave the Prime Minister such a bad idea to have a son without PY?
Compared with the civil servants who promoted a representative like Liu Yan to go to the prime minister to wipe his tears and ask for sympathy, the generals seemed to be much more low-key. Those who felt that they had status and might be selected by the emperor for rewards would go to the Zhao Mansion to visit.
Ge Feng asked if this matter has been settled like this? Is there any possibility of turning around? As for going to the Prime Minister's Mansion, they would definitely not dare.
Zhao Yun, who is now the number one military leader, sneered at them and said, "The Prime Minister is so fair and strict. When has he ever cheated his own people? If you really don't want it, just don't regret it when the edict comes down!"
The generals heard what General Zhao said from the Zhao Mansion, and they all thought about it secretly. From what General Zhao meant, it seemed that there was something good in it? But it seemed like it was a blood loss, so how could it be beneficial?
Could it be that a smart man like the Prime Minister wants to steal the hard-earned money from reckless men like himself?
When Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang, he was so scared that he almost peed!
Is Mr. Zhuge trying to trick me again?
Yes, he came up with the idea, but what about the Eight Ox Plow? What about those surrendered prisoners? Without the Eight Ox Plow, without surrendering prisoners, the reclamation of wasteland would be a trap for the heroes. On the contrary, with the Eight Ox Plow and surrendered prisoners, that is
To benefit the heroes! If the two necessary and sufficient conditions are missing, the conclusion will be the opposite. Do you understand? Have you never done any mathematical argumentation questions?
Based on the current situation, if those people knew that this idea was his, it would be the best to die without a burial place!
So, this time I want to save myself again?
Feng Tubiao expressed his sadness.
The time soon came when the rice was ripe, but Feng Tubao still couldn't think of any way, so he had to stay in his house every day, never wanting to leave Zhuangzi again.
Fengzhuang's bumper harvest this year is a foregone conclusion. In the first half of the year, Shuzhong will have a great harvest of wheat, and in the second half of the year, Fengzhuang will have a great harvest of millet.
Seeing that the grains were not only much taller than others, but also the ears of grains were bigger, plumper, and droopier than others, the farmers in Fengzhuang laughed so hard every day that they could barely see their teeth.
Especially the piece of land where farmyard manure was spread has been privately used by farmers as next year's grain crops, so they almost didn't put up a fence to surround it. Not only were there people squatting in the field to watch during the day, but also at night.
I tied up two local dogs and watched them in the field - they were afraid that someone from another village would steal my treasure.
Feng Yong scorned the rustic behavior of his farmers, but at the same time he was very interested in the harvest rituals of the Han Dynasty.
Unlike later generations who would directly harvest their crops when they saw them ripening, harvesting crops at this time was a very solemn matter. Perhaps it was due to the lack of food?
A few days before the crops mature, the housekeeper will go to find someone to calculate the days to see which day is suitable for planting. Then on the calculated day, he will invite a few witches and wizards to dance in the field, yes.
, in Feng Yong's eyes, it's just disco dancing - although the housekeeper said it was to invite God.
After they finished dancing, Feng Yong, as the head of the family, began to appear. He raised the torch tied with an orange pole, circled the field, and finally picked up the sickle to cut the first handful of millet, indicating that the harvest had officially begun.
The farmers behind them rushed into the rice fields with sickles in their hands, bent down and began to harvest the rice.
The first piece of land harvested by Fengzhuang this year is the key protected land. It will be the food seed for the whole village next year. The sooner it is harvested, dried and stored at home, the sooner it will be at ease.
