Chapter 227 Misleading informality

  Feng Tubie thought about it, then turned around and bowed to Guan Ji, "I want to ask Sanniang something."

  Guan Ji had been worried about Feng Yong's bewilderment just now, when she saw her brother hugging Ah Mei in front of her, she was almost terrified and she covered her face and ran away.

  If Feng Yong hadn't let go of Amei in time, she wouldn't know what she would have thought of this matter after she escaped?

  It's just that her brother's unrestrained behavior still made her face burn, and she felt a little ashamed.

  But now, she finally understands that her elder brother should value the two books in Amei's arms very much, no, he should already be a little dazed.

   Otherwise, it wouldn’t be the case that, as the lord, he gave a big gift to Amei, who was a maidservant, just to be able to copy these two books.

   Seeing Feng Yong salute to herself again, Guan Ji hurriedly stepped aside and returned the salute: "Brother has orders, but younger sister will do her best."

   "I know that Sanniang likes to carve bamboo slips. I wonder if Sanniang can help me copy these two books on bamboo slips? I try my best not to copy wrong words. If this is done, I will definitely thank Sanniang."

  Nowadays, the quality of paper is not very good, and the output is even worse.

  In case someday, these two books have problems due to water, fire, or the fragility of the paper itself, even if there is a little problem, it will make Feng Yong feel distressed to death.

   Copying it onto the bamboo slips, although it is a bit heavier, it will not be easily damaged.

   For such a valuable thing, it should be heavier.

   "This matter is easy to hear. If brother is not in a hurry, younger sister can engrave it with a knife and pen."

  Seeing Feng Yong's seriousness, Guan Ji thought it was something important, but when she heard that it was, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said immediately.

   It would be better to engrave it, but it would take too long.

  Feng Yong shook his head, "Of course I'm in a hurry, it's good to copy it, no need to engrave it."

   "Leave this matter to my little sister."

  Guan Ji nodded and said, "Brother, is it true that you don't want to see the horse prefect? ​​Wouldn't it be good to do so?"

   Whoops!

  After Guan Ji's reminder, Feng Yong immediately slapped his head, it's over!

   It's been so long, I don't know if Ma Su has left?

   Immediately said to Amei anxiously, "Hurry up, put the book away quickly, so that no one can see it."

   After finishing speaking, he hurried out the door.

   "Prefect Ma, my brother has traveled all over the barren mountains and wild mountains of Nanxiang these days, and he is really too tired. Why don't Prefect Ma take a rest for a while, and come over to meet with brother after he has rested?"

  Li Yi made enough gestures, and explained to Ma Di with a smile, but he was secretly anxious. This brother, I don’t know what happened.

  If it was another time, Ma Di might have believed it.

   But as soon as his front foot reached Hanzhong, Feng Yong ran away with his back foot.

   Wanted to visit the textile workshop, but was blocked by Huo Yi at the door and refused to let him in, which made him angry.

  If it wasn’t for the purpose of maintaining his face as the prefect of Hanzhong, he deliberately stopped and stopped on the road, and even inspected the spring plowing in several places along the way, he might have arrived here a long time ago.

   And in order to prevent him from being unable to catch up with Feng Yong again, he also specially sent someone to inquire about Feng Yong's whereabouts.

   It is true that Feng Mingwen has traveled all over the barren mountains and wild mountains of Nanxiang, but your group has settled down a few days ago, don't you know if you are an old man?

   Ma Su's face darkened when he heard that Li Yi was talking nonsense in front of his face. This Li Wenxuan was not like this in the past.

  How could there be some people after only a few months in Hanzhong?

"Lieutenant Li, you are the angel sent by the prime minister to Hanzhong. You also know that the matter of wool spinning is very important. I came here this time for this purpose. Besides, the matter of the workshop, you It has never been mentioned in official documents, so how can I explain it if I don’t know?”

  Li Yi is a young man after all, his face became hot when he heard this.

  Whether the pockets of my brothers are bulging in the future, the workshop is very important.

   Besides, the workshop can only be regarded as the property of a few of them, and it is not an official business, so why should it be reported?

  At this time, Li Qiu who was standing aside smiled slightly.

   "Ma Taishou's words are wrong! The workshop is originally Feng Langjun's property. Although Feng Langjun has an official position, it can't be said that his own property should be reported to the court, right?"

  Bitch!

   Ma Di felt even more hiccups in his heart.

  Others don't know that Feng Yongsheng is rich, so doesn't he know?

   It would be fine if it was changed to something else, but how could he take things lightly when it comes to wool?

  That Huo Yi, he was desperately not allowed to go in and see it. When he got here, Li Yi hesitated to speak carefully, and even Feng Yong avoided it...

   If there is nothing tricky about it, who would believe it?

  These little gentlemen may only know that the wool is of great importance, but they don't know how much wool will be harvested this year.

  If the harvested wool cannot be woven into cloth, it is nothing to waste a lot of effort, and the money and food scattered may not be a small amount.

   After a long time, it’s okay to say that as long as the prime minister arranges it properly in Jincheng, it is not afraid that we will not be able to weave the cloth.

  But this year it is too late, the time is too tight.

  Although it is worth harvesting a year of wool for nothing, it is worthwhile to exchange the hearts of the barbarians in Liangzhou, but it would be better if we could waste less money and food, wouldn’t it?

  Dahan's life is hard!

  At first, Ma Su didn't have much hope that Feng Yong could solve this problem, but when he saw the workshop in Nanzheng, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

   After all, Feng Yong was the first to bring up the matter of wool, so what if? If he has a way, how much less worry should the prime minister have?

   I just didn't expect that these young gentlemen have such shallow eyelids!

   Just as Ma Di was getting impatient, he suddenly heard a voice.

   "Oh, Ma Taishou came from a long way, but he didn't greet him from afar, it's really rude and rude!"

  Hearing this voice, both Li Yi and Li Qiu could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

   Ma Di looked up, only to see who was coming, not Feng Yong?

  Although there was anger in his heart, Ma Di knew that he wanted something from others, so he could only force himself to suppress the anger.

  Raising his hand, he said, "Where is it? The prefect came here without warning..."

  He was about to say a polite word, and then looked at the person behind Feng Yong, but he couldn't hold back his anger anymore, his face finally changed, and his tone suddenly changed.

   "I never thought that Feng Langjun, who is known as a young hero, is actually an informal character."

  What do you mean?

  Feng Yong was a little stunned, "What does Prefect Feng mean?"

   Leaving a majestic Hanzhong prefect outside, anyone might be a little angry, but this Ma Di is too impatient, right? Didn't I just come out late?

  It's a pity that Feng Tubie didn't notice what was behind him. When Ah Mei came out, her face was still blushing, and because she had just put the book into her arms, she was arranging her clothes in a panic.

   And himself, anyone can see the excitement on his face.

   All this, what does it mean?

  Ma Di looked at this soil turtle with a bit of heartache, prostitution all day long! How depraved is this?

  (end of this chapter)