Sima Zhao didn’t take the best route when he came to Chang’an.

 That means returning to Luoyang from Yecheng, and then from Luoyang to Chang'an.

Rather, they first walked from Yecheng to Jingxing to Taiyuan, then went south from Taiyuan to Hedong, and finally crossed the river to Chang'an.

 Not only is the road difficult to walk, but the distance is also longer.

What’s more, what people didn’t expect was that he actually arrived two days faster than expected.

Not only that, but after taking a bath in the hotel, he immediately visited Feng Da Sima, which shows his eagerness.

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“Sir, we haven’t seen each other for several years, but we didn’t expect to see each other again. How are you doing?”

Sima Zhao, who was waiting in the living room, heard the words in his nightmare. He looked up again and saw Feng coming in from the door with a warm smile.

　　His body was trembling in shock.

 Looking behind him subconsciously, he did not see the murderous cavalry.

 Fortunately, this is not a dream.

 This is Chang'an, not Luoyang.

 “Zhao, I’ve met Mr. Feng.”

Sima Zhao quickly stood up and bowed to Feng Da Sima.

Although they are almost the same age, Feng Da Sima is definitely not comparable to Sima Zhao in terms of reputation and status.

 In addition, the situation in the Han and Wei dynasties was easy to change.

Sima Zhao knew very well that this time he came here was very different from the last time.

The last time we came here, we exchanged prisoners and had equal status.

 This time, I came to see Luoyang off - this is a nicer way of saying it.

To put it more unpleasantly, it means cutting off the city to seek peace.

This made Sima Zhao, who was already mentally burdened, even more stressed.

“Sir, what do you mean by this? You don’t need to be so polite, haha, hahaha!”

Looking at Sima Zhao whose head was about to drop to the ground, Feng Da Sima laughed loudly, stepped forward to help him up, and stretched out his hand to signal:

 “Sit, sit down quickly.”

Sima Zhao whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

“Come here, bring my Dianchi tea and let me have a taste.”

 After so many years of growing, making and selling tea, and Feng has some experience in tea - after all, he is the one whose whole family has been cheated by profiteers.

 So the tea industry in Nanzhong can be said to be booming.

 There are not only large tea bricks sold exclusively to the grassland tribes, but also high-end tea exclusively supplied to the Han Dynasty, and even special-grade tea exclusively supplied internally.

 For example, the Dianchi tea in Feng’s mouth.

 Good tea naturally needs to be accompanied by a tea ceremony.

The tea lady quickly came up with the tea set, cleaned her hands, served the tea set, washed the pot, brewed it, and sealed it...

Full sense of ceremony.

 The tea lady's hands are as white as jade, slender and slender, and her face is gentle and quiet.

 Coupled with the special porcelain tea set that looks very precious at first glance.

 The water vapor is lingering, and the fragrance of tea overflows.

Sima Zhao couldn't help but hold his breath and was a little dazed.

I have heard of it before, and Empress Dowager Yu once demonstrated this skill in front of the late emperor.

Today it seems that most of what was reported is not false.

“In the past, when people mentioned Nanzhong, they only thought it was a barbarian land full of plagues and insects and beasts.”

"Who would have expected that not only brown sugar but also tea can be produced there!"

As he spoke, Feng Da Sima pointed to the Dianchi tea brought by the maid and motioned for Sima Zhao to have a taste:

“Take a good taste of this tea, Zishang. This is tea that is only supplied to the Xinghan Society, and is rarely seen outside.”

“I don’t know how many wealthy families there are in Chang’an City, but they want a lot of money but can’t get it!”

Sima Zhao did not expect that Feng would ask him to taste tea as soon as he came up.

How did he know this?

 Although I drank tea in the past, it was mostly **** tea, and I rarely drank this kind of clear tea.

 First of all, as Feng Da Sima said, good tea rarely spreads outside the country, and it is already rare to supply it to the Han Dynasty.

 Secondly, although clear tea has become popular among the upper class in various countries, many people are still more accustomed to the heavier **** tea.

Sima Zhao is one of them.

However, this scene made him unable to help but raise his glass and sip it.

After taking a sip of the good tea that Feng Da Sima said, he immediately felt the fragrance in his mouth and the sweetness on his lips. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good tea!"

Feng Da Sima looked at him with a smile:

"Really? Is it good tea? This Dianchi tea, as its name suggests, is produced in Nanzhong Dianchi Lake."

“Dianchi Lake is the largest lake in South China. It is surrounded by many streams of water and is surrounded by high mountains. There are often clouds and mist above. It is a good place for tea production.”

Hearing what Feng Da Sima said, Sima Zhao’s eyes became extremely complicated:

 “Da Sima is indeed very knowledgeable.”

Then he was afraid that the other person would see what he was thinking, so he lowered his head and took a sip of tea to hide it.

That’s right, the Emperor of Qin opened the Five-foot Way, the Wu of the Han Dynasty sought the Way and poisoned his body, and the world said that it was a waste of people and money.

 Now that Zhuge is pacifying Nanzhong, Feng Mingwen is planting tea and sugar cane. What can we say?

I heard that the northern grassland tribes regard tea as a life-saving thing.

How many tribesmen are willing to be someone like Feng’s dog for that piece of tea brick?

In order to win over the Tuoba tribe in Youzhou, your Excellency even collected a lot of tea leaves.

 This shows the importance of tea to the grassland tribes.

 But such an important thing is in the hands of the Han State, and it is still in the so-called barbaric land of Nanzhong.

If Dawei could also produce tea and brown sugar...

This thought flashed through Sima Zhao's mind, and then he quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

This habit of drinking tea has been spread for a long time, but the only person who can make such high-quality tea is Feng Da Sima.

Let alone being able to bring out tea leaves to seduce the barbarians.

If Feng Da Sima was born in the Later Han Dynasty, why did the Later Han Dynasty have to let Liangzhou be in turmoil for more than a hundred years?

As for brown sugar, let alone it.

 Zhe slurry, stone honey and other products have long been available in the south of the Yangtze River.

 But for hundreds of years, who can make brown sugar?

Just when Sima Zhao was thinking a lot, he heard Feng Da Sima ask again:

“Zishang shakes his head like this, does he think there is something wrong with the tea?”

Sima Zhao was startled. He quickly looked up at Feng Da Sima and shook his head:

"No no!"

Feeling Feng Da Sima’s inquiring gaze, Sima Zhao explained:

"Zhao was just sighing. Da Sima is really a learned man. He can make a barbaric place like Nanzhong produce such good things as tea, brown sugar, etc. Zhao really admires him deeply, so he sighs."

Hearing this, Sima Feng laughed heartily and pointed at Sima Zhao:

 “I can’t tell, but Zishang is so good at talking.”

 “Da Sima has received the award.”

“It’s not a reward,” Feng Da Sima looked at Sima Zhao meaningfully, “I’m afraid it’s because you are so good at talking that Mr. Sima asked you to come to Chang’an twice in a row, right?”

Hearing this, Sima Zhao smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Da Sima did not continue to embarrass him, but asked:

“But I don’t know why I came here this time?”

Hearing that Feng Da Sima finally brought up the topic, Sima Zhao suddenly perked up and was about to speak, then looked around again.

 Feng glanced at him with a half-smile, then waved his hand, signaling everyone on the left and right to get down.

 In fact, Sima Zhao originally wanted to talk in a more private place, but when he saw Feng Da Sima sitting there motionless and not moving at all, he could only sigh secretly in his heart.

 You are inferior to others and have no right to make more demands. What can you do?

Sima Zhao took a sip of water and seemed to feel it was not enough. He raised his glass and took another sip of tea, and then said:

“Actually, my lord asked me to come here just to bring a message to Mr. Feng.”

"Oh?" Feng Dasima raised his cup and took a sip, then put the cup on the table and asked calmly, "What are you talking about?"

 “Do you want to take Luoyang?”

Feng Da Sima narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hand on the table moved slightly, touching the tea cup at hand.

 After staring at Sima Zhao for a while, which made Sima Zhao feel a little uneasy, Fengda Sima finally said:

 “Is this what Mr. Sima meant?”

Sima Zhao smiled bitterly:

"Of course it is. Otherwise, would Zhao still dare to say this to Feng Jun in private?"

 Feng Da Sima did not speak, but looked at Sima Zhao quietly. Suddenly, there was silence between the two of them.

I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Da Sima suddenly laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears:

“He is indeed Sima Zhongda!”

  Exactly the same as Sima Yi in history.

　　Aware of current affairs, able to be patient and decisive.

At first, Cao Cao was unwilling to serve as an official, so he pretended to be ill. As soon as he heard that he was about to be imprisoned, he quickly took up his post.

If you can win, you can march 1,200 miles in eight days; if you can't, you can dress up as a woman and ask for a fight.

Even when faced with a pig like Cao Shuang, he could remain silent and wait for the opportunity.

 In this plane, Sima Yi still has the same style.

Knowing that he could not defeat him, even if he had 200,000 troops at hand, he could ignore the urging of the Wei puppet emperor in Luoyang from behind and abandon the garrison in Guanzhong.

Now that he knows that he can't defend Luoyang, he simply gives it away.

 If you despise this person because of this, you will pay the price if you are not careful.

 Cao Shuang in the original history and Wei Yan in this plane are role models.

 Seeing Feng Da Sima laughing so much, Sima Zhao was a little confused and didn’t know why Feng Da Sima said this:

 “Why is Mr. Feng laughing?”

"It's nothing." Feng Da Sima wiped the corners of his eyes, rubbed his cheeks, and tried to get himself back to normal, "I'm afraid Mr. Sima won't give up Luoyang so easily, right? I don't know what the requirements are? But please tell me. It’s okay.”

Sima Zhao looked a little embarrassed:

“Just as Da Sima said, I want to use the city of Luoyang in exchange for a road.”

When Feng Da Sima heard this, he was immediately curious: "Road? What road?"

 “The trade road from Taiyuan to Yecheng.”

"The trade route from Taiyuan to Yecheng?" Feng Da Sima repeated, and he immediately understood, "Does Mr. Sima want us to let go of Jingxing and allow caravans to travel?"

  “Exactly.”

Of the eight passes in Taihang, the best one to take is Jingxing.

 This road is also the key road to merge the two states of Hebei.

Qin followed this path to destroy Zhao.

After the death of Qin Shihuang, Li Si, Zhao Gao and others also used this road to transport the body back to Xianyang.

Han Xin defeated Zhao and destroyed the dynasty, but he still followed this path...

 The last stand refers to this battle.

There are rumors that the "Wu'an Jun Art of War" in Feng's hands was given to Han Xin by Li Zuoche after this battle.

"I don't understand. Now Luoyang is still in the hands of Sima Gong. There are countless caravans from Chang'an to Luoyang overtly and covertly."

Feng Da Sima asked with some confusion, "You know, the caravan is willing to go from Chang'an to Luoyang, but it may not be willing to detour through Taiyuan."

In the past, when Hangu Pass was still in the hands of the Wei State, both the Han and Wei sides openly censored the caravans traveling on the Weihan Ancient Road.

 As a result, many caravans smuggled goods from Maojin Ancient Ferry and other places in order to avoid inspection.

 That's why the Tiger Guards behind them sneaked into Maojin, and Mi Langjun responded at night.

 Now that Hangu Pass is lost, Luoyang has almost become an undefended city for the Wei State.

 Who is released, how many people are released, and when they are released are all decided by the big man.

 With the deliberate indulgence of the Han Dynasty, the number of caravans coming and going was increasing day by day.

Under such circumstances, Sima Yi actually wanted to open an additional business road, which really surprised Feng Da Sima.

Isn't he afraid of another Maojin Ferry Incident?

 Even if you have learned your lesson and taken strict precautions, the risk will increase as soon as the gate opens.

With Sima Yi’s old turtle temperament, it’s impossible not to see this.

 What are you picturing?

Is it possible that the incident in Xuchang was leaked, or did it reach Sima Yi’s ears so quickly?

 It shouldn’t be!

 Only heard Sima Zhao reply:

“Based on the current situation, Luoyang seems to be in the Wei Dynasty, but in fact it is in the Han Dynasty. Does Feng Jun really not know that?”

 Instead of waiting to lose Luoyang and lose the initiative on the trade route with Chang'an, it is better to take the initiative to establish another trade route that belongs exclusively to Yecheng and be prepared.

 Feng Dashima vaguely guessed something and unconsciously turned the tea cup in his hand.

Luoyang is also the old capital of the Han Dynasty.

If you can capture a complete Luoyang without casualties, it will be a very big temptation for the Han Dynasty.

Especially for Adou, this is definitely something worth going to the ancestral temple to offer sacrifices to inform the Liu family’s ancestors.

 But things in Xuchang have not been arranged yet.

The timing of Sima Yi giving such a big gift is very coincidental and worth pondering.

 Mr. Feng was a little hesitant.

 If you don’t agree, you will definitely be criticized.

It will even provide evidence for the rumors spread some time ago that Yang Ke was self-respecting and deliberately avoided taking Luoyang for the sake of business.

 But if he agrees, things in Xuchang will inevitably be affected.

  And it may affect the business penetration into Nanyang, Xuchang and other places.

Taken Luoyang, which is already in the Han's pocket, in exchange for the risk of not knowing Sima Yi's final plan, and there will be changes in Xuchang's plan.

 This made Feng Da Sima feel unwilling again.

This old thief Sima can always hit the key points.

 After thinking about it, Feng Da Sima finally said to Sima Zhao:

"This matter is of great importance. I am afraid that I alone cannot make a hasty decision. Your Majesty, please go back for the time being and allow me to report it to the Emperor tomorrow for discussion."

When Sima Zhao heard this, he immediately became anxious and quickly reminded:

"Da Sima, this matter is a secret matter. It must not be written down and must not be leaked. Otherwise..."

 Halfway through, Sima Zhao seemed not to know what to say next.

 To put it lightly, the other party will not pay attention at all.

 If you say it seriously, the other party will not pay attention at all.

Feng Da Sima seemed to see Sima Zhao's difficulty, and asked with a half-smile: "Otherwise, does Sima Gong want to defend Luoyang to the death?"

Sima Zhao was embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, sir. Mr. Sima didn’t make a big deal about the prisoner exchange last time. I respect his kindness, and I won’t be a bad person this time.”

 Although Feng Da Sima has already begun to deploy the Wu Kingdom, the Han Dynasty is not yet ready to advance eastward.

 Not enough money and food.

 There are not enough reserve officials.

 The New Deal has been implemented for more than half of the time and has not yet been completed.

 Still need to wait a little longer.

 The most important thing is that based on Sima Old Turtle's caution, it is absolutely impossible to leave any obvious clues on this matter.

Even if Luoyang is given up, he will probably have to play a role with him.

Forced him to do the fake show, but it was not beautiful. Of course, if the fake show was really profitable, Feng Da Sima wouldn't mind doing it with real swords and guns.