Time soon entered September, and the gossip that had been circulating in the government and the public was finally confirmed: the emperor felt that the land in Hanzhong had been war-torn for a long time, resulting in the fields being barren, and he intended to build an imperial village in Hanzhong to increase the number of MCC in Hanzhong.
Restore the place where Emperor Gaozu Longxing once lived.
The ministers of the DPRK gave a thumbs up to the emperor's decision. At the same time, they were also moved by the emperor's great sentiments, so they all asked his majesty to reward them with some land in Hanzhong, saying that as ministers, they were willing to do their best for the redevelopment of Hanzhong.
Power.
After Feng Yong learned about this incident, he sighed that politicians are really shameless things. Then he gave the Shaofu Supervisor a leave request note, saying that his old illness had relapsed and he needed to rest. He would not go to work for the time being.
——Of course, since making the Eight Niu Li, Feng Yong has basically never been to Zhuye Prison again—anyway, the Shaofu is just an empty shell, and no one is taking care of him.
However, in the past, laziness was called absenteeism, and if something really happened, you still had to run and clock in. Now, you follow a formal process to ask for leave, and if something happens, you won't be blamed. There is still a difference.
On the second day after Feng Yong officially asked for leave, the veterans who had brought their families with them finally got news. Yaomei came to tell the time. The housekeeper didn't have time to wait for Feng Yong to come out with him, so he hurriedly called out to the veterans who came earlier.
Take all the fifty-odd people to an open space in Zhuangzi.
When Feng Yong arrived, what he saw was a group of beggars huddled together noisily, all looking at the surroundings curiously.
"Uncle Lu, please tell them to calm down. I want to say a few words." Feng Yong ordered the scar-faced veteran beside him.
After these few days of contact and the deliberate efforts to please the veterans, Feng Yong finally became less repelled by the aura of these veterans.
"Yes, my lord." The scar-faced veteran nodded, turned around and yelled, "Shut up!"
Seeing that there were still people making noise in the crowd, Scarface named Lu pointed to a few veterans who were standing aside waiting for orders, "Go over and see whoever dares to be disobedient, help them shut their mouths."
Several veterans clasped their fists in agreement, then rushed over, yelling and yelling, and even kicked a few of them, which silenced the crowd. It can be seen from here that these veterans still maintain their military ranks.
Li's style: rough and barbaric.
Feng Yong didn't think there was anything wrong, because even in later generations that claim to be civilized, the army still needs blood the most.
"Master, please don't be surprised. They all come from a barbaric land. They don't know etiquette and can't see anything new. The old servant promises that he will explain the rules of the village to them when he gets back tonight. If anyone dares to disobey in the future,
Without the master having to say anything, the old servant would just break his legs and throw him out of the village."
Scarface was a little worried, thinking secretly in his heart, didn't he call someone over to explain the rules to them two days ago? Why is it still like this? It took a lot of effort for everyone to find a place to stay, so don't let those few
A guy with donkey hair in his ears screwed up.
"It doesn't matter." Feng Yong smiled, looking at the beggar-like people in front of him, he felt a little pity, but also a little surprised. He didn't expect that these veterans who came in advance were quite prestigious among this group of people, even if there were
The ignorant little baby wanted to cry, but the adults in his family tightly covered his mouth to prevent him from crying.
"I know the world is not good, and everyone is eagerly coming from the south just to get a bite to eat. This farm, let alone anything else, can guarantee that everyone has a bite to eat as long as they work hard.
But one thing is, you must abide by the rules of the village." Feng Yong pointed to Lu Bingbing next to him, "Uncle Lu will tell you what the rules of the village are in the future. Uncle Lu can't make up his mind.
I will go and tell Butler Zhao."
Feng Yong pointed to the housekeeper on the other side.
"Okay, now follow the housekeeper and Uncle Lu, and do whatever they tell you to do. Don't worry, you won't hurt anyone."
In fact, Feng Yong was just a mascot on a routine basis, showing up to let the newcomers get to know him. The specific work still had to be left to the housekeeper and the veterans.
After Feng Yong finished speaking, he signaled the housekeeper to take people to the cave behind the village. He turned around and walked towards Li Yi, who was standing far away and looking at this side.
"Why did Li Langjun bring people here in person?"
In fact, this group of people was actually brought here by Li Yi himself, which really surprised Feng Yong.
"These days, there are many refugees from the south, young and old." Li Yi said with a smile, "If so many people leave together, the government will take care of them. If I follow them, there will be less trouble."
If he wasn't a bit dark, this guy could really be a handsome young man. Unfortunately, he probably stayed in the south for a long time, and his skin was tanned by the sun, and his skin color was almost the same as that of the people in Nanzhong.
"So, I have to thank Li Langjun for taking care of this matter."
Feng Yong is truly grateful.
This era is not like later generations, where thousands of people gather in large supermarkets alone. As long as the people gathered together are not doing something illegal, who will care what you do?
This era is different. The government is wary of a certain number of people gathering. Princes, generals, and ministers would rather have such a thing. Isn’t it just a few hundred people shouting twice? Who can
Do you think that in the end, you were able to destroy the eternal dream of that awesome ancestral dragon?
If Li Yi's identity hadn't been there, let alone when these people would arrive, it would still be a question of whether they could arrive. It seemed like this was a guy who could make friends.
"I'm also going back to Chengdu. I just happened to be along the way. I just followed him from a distance along the way, which doesn't count as being responsible." Li Yi shook his head gently, giving people a gentle and jade-like feeling.
Although Li Yi said it easily, Feng Yongneng could guess that he must have said hello to the local officials in advance along the way. Whether it was borrowing the name of his father or borrowing the name of the old demon Zhuge, it was all handled by him anyway.
Yes, Feng Yong recognized this favor on him.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong once again felt regretful that his skin was too dark, otherwise he would have had such a temperament and a perfect image of a warm man.
When friends come, they have good food, but not good wine. Wine is very rare these days.
Since he regarded Li Yi as a friend he could make, Feng Yong decided to treat him to a meal: "Brother Li has traveled a long way here, how about you let me do my best as a landlord and pick him up and wash away his dust?"
"I've heard about Fengzhuang's reputation for eating for a long time. I didn't expect to have such a good meal today. So why don't you be respectful and obey your orders?" Li Yi's eyes lit up and he looked like he was moving his index finger.
"Just obey your orders, no need to be respectful." Feng Yong laughed, called Yaomei who was waiting beside him, and ordered him to go down to the kitchen to prepare a table of delicious dishes today, "Li Langjun, please come this way."
"Didn't Zhao Erlang always follow Feng Langjun on weekdays? And Wang Dalang also followed Feng Langjun in his studies. Why didn't he see anyone today?"
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun...
Feng Yong chuckled mischievously: "The two of them just have no time to separate themselves at the moment. I'm afraid it will be difficult to come to Zhuangzi these days."
Li Yi blinked and smiled knowingly: "I see. But Li Langjun is the supervisor of Zhuye, why can he be so leisurely?"
IQ is quite high!
Feng Yong glanced at Li Yi with admiration, and then said something to himself. It was really not easy to be able to guess the twists and turns.