Chapter 489 Political Legacy

Seeing Feng Yong's hesitant expression, Qin Yuan showed embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "My lord said it himself. He said that he didn't have much time and he didn't want to drag others down. was sent back."

   "And these," Qin Yuan pointed to the white banner, "It was also ordered by the adults, saying that we should build the mourning hall early, so as not to be late."

  Hearing this, Feng Yong was a little bit dumbfounded: This Qin Mi is quite open-minded.

  Qin Yuan welcomed Feng Yong into the Qin mansion, and he saw that a mourning hall had been built in the courtyard.

  Crossing the front hall and entering Qin Mi's ward in the backyard, I saw that there were thick woolen cloths hanging all around, and there was a strong smell of herbs.

  Although the candles were lit, the light was still a little dim.

  There was a human-shaped bump on the sickbed in the room, presumably it was Qin Mi.

  Qin Yuan lowered his voice and said, "Your Excellency is seriously ill, and there is no wind. Please Feng Junhou take more responsibility."

   Feng Yong nodded.

  Qin Yuan walked to the sick bed and said in a low voice, "My lord, Feng Junhou is here."

   "Oh, are you here? Help me up quickly."

   Only a weak voice could be heard saying.

  Feng Yong stepped forward and saluted Qin Mi who was in Qin Yuan's arms, "Young Feng Yong has met the elder."

   At the same time, he looked at Qin Mi, and saw that his complexion was sallow, and although his spirit was a little sluggish, Feng Yong was secretly relieved that he hadn't run out of fuel.

  Qin Mi laughed silently, and said in a hoarse voice, "That old man Du Qiong, first said that I wouldn't survive this year, but now he insists on bothering the prince to come here. It's really troublesome."

  Feng Yong smiled slightly, and said, "Yongzheng is in the midst of great joy, and he happened to come here to celebrate Da Sinong. I can't say, after the celebration, Da Sinong's illness will be cured?"

  Qin Mi laughed again, and even had the strength to raise her hand and point to Feng Yong, "It is often said that Feng Langjun can speak with a smooth tongue, and today I really saw him."

  After hearing this, Qin Yuan's face changed slightly, and his hands trembled slightly.

  Qin Mi rolled her eyelids, and looked at her son with dissatisfaction.

  Feng Yong didn't care too much, scratched his head, and said with a smile, "It's enough for Da Si Nong to just say that I'm eloquent. Anyway, I can't get rid of this name now."

  Qin Mi immediately grinned, almost out of breath.

"grown ups!"

  Qin Yuan was in a hurry and shouted quickly.

   "Get out! You useless guy."

  Qin Mi cursed angrily.

  Qin Yuan was middle-aged, and was scolded like this by his own adults in front of a young gentleman, his face was flushed and embarrassed.

   Immediately took a pillow and carefully placed it behind Qin Mi, then came over and whispered to Feng Yong, "Your Excellency is weak, and sometimes your mind is a little confused..."

   "Fuck your mother!" Qin Mi cursed again feebly.

   "...Sometimes I say something wrong, please don't mind!"

  Qin Yuan finished speaking quickly, did not dare to wait for Qin Mi to swear the second sentence, and then ran out quickly.

  Qin Mi sighed, looked at Feng Yong, and said, "The child in the family is not up to the mark, and the prince will laugh at him."

  I can’t answer this question.

  The eldest son of Qin, no matter how "baby" he is, he is about to be a figure in Feng Yong's father's generation.

  How can Feng Yong just laugh at him casually?

  Feng Yongqian laughed, "Da Sinong..."

   "Hey, what is Da Siong?"

  Qin Mi waved his hand, "Looking at the whole big man, who has the right to say that he is a big farmer in front of Feng Langjun? It's not embarrassing enough. The old man just took advantage of his old age to steal this position."

   "If it's really about ability, Feng Langjun is more qualified to take this position than this old man."

  This...then I can't answer it!

   "If Feng Langjun doesn't dislike the old man's sick and disabled body, please sit next to him. If you are too far away, you won't be able to speak well."

  Qin Mi didn't necessarily want Feng Yong to take up this topic, so he patted the edge of the couch and said again.

  Feng Yong moved the chair to the front of the couch according to his words.

Qin Mi smiled in satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief, and he continued, "Speaking of which, the old man and Feng Langjun have a relationship. When Zhang Huishu came to Shu from Eastern Wu, the old man had a good talk with him. After returning to Wu, I also exchanged letters with the old man."

   "I heard that Feng Langjun and Zhang Huishu are friends by letter. So, there is no need to be too alienated between you and me."

   Zhang Huishu is the same as Zhang Wen. In the second year of Jianxing, he was an envoy to Dahan.

Feng Yong just smiled when he heard the words, "The elder is self-effacing. Yong once heard that Zhang Huishu was a big man when he was an envoy, and people valued his talents. Only the elders argue with him and convince him. It is not true that he can increase my prestige as a big man It’s as simple as talking to each other.”

Feng Yong's flattery was obviously in the right place. Qin Mi said with a smile, "Zhang Huishu is indeed talented, but unfortunately he failed in Soochow. I remember that he admired you very much at that time. I don't know if there is still a letter recently. contacts?"

  Feng Yong nodded and said, "There has always been. I heard that he was implicated and dismissed shortly after he returned to Wu. The life of the Zhang family in Wu County is a bit difficult."

   "So before I went to Nanzhong last year, I asked someone to bring him a letter, which said how to make gray sugar from sugarcane. At that time, I offered to recycle the gray sugar, which can be regarded as finding a way for the Zhang family."

   "What is gray sugar?"

  Qin Mi showed curiosity.

   "Jiaozhou sugarcane is used to squeeze the juice, and then simply boil it to get gray sugar. Although gray sugar has a sweet taste, it has a lot of scum, and it tastes astringent and bitter."

   "Since gray sugar is unpalatable, what do you do with it?"

  Qin Mi was even more strange.

  Feng Yong showed a mysterious smile on his face, "Elder, don't forget, I am planning to plant sugar cane in Nanzhong."

   "I heard about this, it is said that you can make Tang Yi from sugarcane."

  Qin Mi nodded.

"That's right." Feng Yong patted his thigh, "Jiaozhou is originally a place where sugar cane is produced, but the transportation of sugar cane is inconvenient. If it is made into gray sugar and then shipped over, it will be much more convenient. Then I will find a way to turn gray sugar into sugar Yi, isn't that all right?"

   To put it bluntly, it is the primary processing and further processing of agricultural products.

  Just like the hometown in the previous life, the jasmine factory first collects jasmine from the farmer's uncle, conducts primary processing, and makes it into a primary product that is convenient for transportation, and then transports it to other places for refined processing into jasmine tea.

  Instead of directly transporting fresh jasmine to the final processed product.

  If you really want to do that, not to mention how many jasmine flowers will be wasted, even if you reach the end of the field, the jasmine flowers will probably lose their fragrance and be worthless.

  Feng Yong is taking the same path now.

Although the Zhang family in Wu County was suppressed, but the family had a strong foundation and the relationship was even more complicated. In addition, Zhang Wen was deeply sympathized by Wu Guo because of his dismissal, so he got Feng Yong's method, and soon got married. Jiaozhou caught up with the relationship.

  After the first batch of gray sugar is delivered to make white sugar or brown sugar, I will take a bite and pour a bite to kill those who dare to doubt whether sugarcane can be grown in Nanzhong.

  Qin Mi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he sat up tremblingly, and cried out, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be like salt and iron?!"

  Although Qin Mi claimed to be stealing the position of Da Si Nong, that was just self-effacing.

  Da Sinong should have the quality, he still has.

  Just hearing what Feng Yong said, he could immediately roughly estimate the huge profits involved.

  Tangyi has been a rare thing since ancient times. Except for the rich and powerful people who can eat it occasionally, some people have never tasted what kind of taste is as sweet as honey.

  Whether planting sugarcane in Nanzhong is worth it or not? Before seeing the real thing, no one can say for sure except Feng Yong.

Even the members of the Xinghan Association, the gardens opened in Nanzhong now are only planting Lu beans in the first year, one is to accumulate some fertility in the field first, and the other is to wait to see the final result of their own leaders. What kind of candy can you make.

  Even if Huishou failed to make sugar, but won the manor field in Nanzhong, it is not a loss.

  But now, when Qin Mi heard Feng Yong's statement, she immediately reacted: No one is so stupid as to use real money to deceive people, right? Otherwise, it would cost a lot of money to collect gray sugar, at least, what is the plan?

   But if you really want to make Tangyi, the money you earn will be several times more than what you invested in it!

  Just how can Feng Yong admit the great benefits of sugar making? So he quickly denied it, "No, no, Hu... well, just earn some pocket money..."

   "Your Majesty is worthy of being a descendant of the Shanmen. Even if it is a pocket flower, there are so many."

  Qin Mi's throat was rumbling, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became, and he didn't look like he was going to die at all.

  Why can't I understand what the old man said?

  Feng Yong pretended to be dazed, and earnestly corrected Qin Mi's cognitive errors, "Da Si Nong, it's just pocket money, not much money."

   "Okay, if you have zero flowers, you will have zero flowers." Qin Mi said with some confusion, "That's why I said that Junhou is more suitable for this seat than me."

  This old man, why is he always thinking about giving way?

  Feng Yong quickly said, "Don't be like this, Da Si Nong. You are always a late learner, and the elders are highly respected. It is just right for the elders to be the Da Si Nong."

  Qin Mi was overjoyed, and patted the sick bed, "Where is there a Da Si Nong who is lying on the bed and can't manage the board?"

Then he sighed again, "This is nothing more than your Majesty's and the Prime Minister's meager efforts to comfort me in the past. What you say is highly respected is beyond the question, but if you really want to talk about it, the old man has done a lot of things over the years. A few old friends and disciples."

   As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yong, and pointed to the next door, "They are all waiting for the old man to swallow his last breath. I wonder if Feng Langjun is interested in meeting them?"

  Feng Yong shivered, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

  This old Qin can be regarded as a well-known university student in Shu. Back then, Zhuge Old Demon entertained Zhang Wen, and everyone was present, but he was not there.

   Zhuge Old Demon is not only not angry, but also has to wait for him, one can imagine how big his cards are,

  In addition, he is now one of the nine ministers, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the tops of the Yizhou sect.

   There are more than a few old friends and disciples of this kind of person?

  Now you say you want to introduce your old friends and students to yourself?

  Recalling that Du Qiong is also a member of the Yizhou faction, just now Qin Mi mentioned again and again that he is more suitable for the position of the chief minister...

   Couldn't this be settled a long time ago?

   Lao Qin intends to hand over this huge political legacy to himself?

  Feng Yong looked straight at Qin Mi, swallowed, feeling that he must have thought too much.

   "Yong came here this time to treat Da Sinong's illness, not for anything else."

  Feng Yongqiang collected himself, shook his head and said, "Sinong, let the medical workers come in to show you."

  Qin Mi showed disappointment on his face, shook his head and said, "I've been ill for so long, so I'm not in a hurry. Since you don't want to see them, I have no choice but to be a villain and ask you something for them."

   "I don't know what Da Sinong wants to ask?"

   "Is the copper mine in Judy County real?"

   "The copper mine is naturally real."

  Feng Yong could see that this time, he really was tricked by Du Qiong and Qin Mi.

  Let me just say, how can such extremely rare comments from Najib be so easy to come across?

  Still the tiger guarding the mountain?

   Returning to heaven?

  Du Qiong is using his reputation as bait.

  Obviously, Lao Qin's health is about to fail. As a person on the top of the mountain, he is already preparing to find a way out for the disciples and grandchildren of the Yizhou faction under him.

   "Is it true that it is true to prepare money and food to dig copper mines?"

  The sickness on Qin Mi's face disappeared, and he stared at Feng Yong with piercing eyes.

"it is true."

   "After digging out, will you really give interest?"

"right."

"you promise?"

   "I can't make fun of my ranch and workshop in Hanzhong, can I?"

   "Okay." Qin Mi smiled, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'm relieved. Having said so much today, it's really exhausting."

  Feng Yong understood, "Then Yong will ask the medical worker to come in and take a look?"

  Qin Mi was noncommittal, "Feng Langjun is kind, I thank you in advance."

  In Qin Mi's mind, how could Feng Langjun's medical workers be able to cure a disease that even the palace physicians could not cure?

   Fan A and Li Dangzhi's treatment of Zhang Xingcai and Huang Yueying is still kept secret because it concerns the privacy of women.

  So Feng Yong can't say anything.

  He turned around and went out, bringing in Fan A who had been waiting for a long time.

   "If Feng Langjun doesn't dislike those mediocre people next door, let's go and get to know them."

   While Fan Ah was feeling his pulse, Qin Mi spoke again.

   "Don't worry, Da Si Nong let the medical workers see it first."

  Feng Yong waved his hand.

Because it was Feng Yong who brought him to the door himself, and he heard that the old man in front of him was the Dasinong, Fan Ah mustered all his energy and used all his abilities to watch, smell, ask, cut, and toss for a long time before turning around. Turning around, he winked at Feng Yong.

   Before Feng Yong could speak, Qin Mi asked, "How is it? This old man's disease, can you cure it?"

  Fan Ah looked at Feng Yong.

   "The old man has already set up a mourning hall outside, and he has long wanted to die, so you can say it here."

  Qin Mi urged.

   "Medical Worker Fan, just tell the truth, it's okay, Da Sinong can take it easy."

  For this kind of old man who has the consciousness of death, Feng Yong has no good way, so he can only tell Fan Adao.

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

  Fan A bowed and said, "The disease of Da Si Nong is serious, if you want to eradicate it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

  When Qin Mi heard the words, she smiled at Feng Yong, "How? The old man has already said, how can this disease be cured so easily?"

   "Is there no way?"

  Feng Yong asked.

   Fan A shook his head.

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