Chapter 564 Eve

   It's just that Xu Xun is still too naive. If someone Feng is really so talkative, how can he explain his notoriety?

  But seeing Feng Langjun standing there with his hands behind his back, his face was melancholy, and his eyes were deep looking into the distance. After a long time, he sighed and said leisurely, "The landlord's house doesn't have any food left!"

  Xu Xun was a little dazed, with a question mark on his face: What?

"what is this?"

   Feng Yong pointed to his feet.

   "Sang Miao?"

   "No, this is Sang Miao Di."

   As he spoke, Feng Yong pointed to the distance again, "What's over there?"

   "Milk?"

   "No, that's a rice field. What's over there?"

   "Ranch?"

   "Yes, ranch."

  Feng Yong nodded and spread his hands, "The landlord's family has no food left. How much money has been invested here and there to have everything in front of me. Now I am also a poor ghost."

  Xu Xun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

   "But you don't have to worry," Feng Yong looked at Xu Xun kindly, "Although I can't afford money and food, I know there is a place where I can borrow it."

   "Please brother give advice."

  Xu Xun said cautiously.

   "The Dahan Reserve Bureau in Nanxiang."

   "Tickets?"

   "Exactly."

  Feng Yong nodded.

   "Isn't that from the imperial court? How can anyone borrow money from the imperial court?"

   Xu Xun hesitated.

  Feng Yong snorted, "In the past few years, have people borrowed cattle and grain from the government less often?"

Then he said, "When the time comes, I will talk to you first, and then you can take the manor in Nanzhong as a mortgage and pay back the brown sugar. This kind of thing that is sure to make money must be willing to borrow even if it is the imperial court. "

   "But brother, the imperial court has no money to open the Taixue, so how can it be possible to lend us money?"

  Xu Xun asked suspiciously.

  Feng Yong smiled slightly, "You don't have to worry about this, anyway, you should go back to Jincheng first, let the brothers in the club get ready, just wait for news from Hanzhong, just go and borrow it."

  Xu Xun glanced at Feng Yong, hesitated to speak, "How confident are you, brother?"

   "There are still eight or nine points."

   Wouldn’t that count as ten points?

   After all, it is known as "Xiaowenhe"...

  When Xu Xun left Yuexuan, he was still full of doubts.

   But it didn't matter how long he waited, news came out from Hanzhong that the imperial court planned to sell a few places in woolen textile workshops.

  When the news came out, there was an immediate sensation in Sichuan.

  Suddenly, the road from Jincheng to Hanzhong suddenly became lively.

   How profitable is woolen cloth? No, that’s not called making money, because weaving woolen cloth is equivalent to making money.

   It's just that the wool weaving machine and the source of wool have been tightly controlled by the imperial court. Not to mention the aristocratic families in central Shu, even the powerful and powerful have no chance to get their hands on it.

   I didn't expect the court to let go of it suddenly. Why doesn't this make people extremely excited?

  After Xu Xun got the news, he was shocked and ran back to Yuexuan.

   "Brother, brother,..."

   "And what?"

  Feng Yong was very impatient, seeing that the rice was about to be harvested, and when the rice was harvested, he should try and select soldiers to cope with the upcoming Northern Expedition, time was running out.

   Whoever bothers him now is going to make things difficult for him.

   "Felt, the quota of woolen workshop..."

  Xu Xun was so excited that he stuttered.

  Feng Yong knew it was for this matter, and immediately sneered, "There are only five places, can you grab them?"

   Impatiently, "Give up on this idea first, this is not something you can participate in. After the imperial court sells out the places, you can borrow money to open the school."

   "Brother, did you know about this?"

  Xu Xun felt a little tired on the spot and didn't love him. Brother, this is, don't you love the brothers of Xinghanhui?

   Otherwise, if the brothers knew about this earlier, everyone would find a way to raise money, and it would be great to bite the bullet and get a spot!

   "I planned this matter, do you think I know?"

  Anyway, the matter has been made public, and Feng Yong is not afraid to make it clear, "This matter was originally a method that the imperial court came up with in order to raise money and food from the aristocratic families in central Shu."

  Of course, it was for the purpose of tying the aristocratic family in central Shu to the chariot of the Northern Expedition, and at the same time preparing the door with iron juice welding. There is no need to tell Xu Xun about such matters that are related to the overall situation.

   "Do you really think that the quota is up for grabs? Don't talk about you, believe it or not, even if your family partners come forward together, you won't be able to win half of the workshop?"

  How big is Zhuge Old Demon's appetite?

   Such a good opportunity, if he can hold it to his death, then he would definitely prefer to hold it to his death first.

  All Hans compete for five places, which is even more fierce than the bidding for prime-time advertising positions on Channel C in later generations.

  The rich and powerful gang of poor ghosts, who were originally poor, have given away a lot of money and food in the past few years. With their family background, they still want to get a quota from Zhuge Old Demon? Go dreaming!

  When Xu Xun heard Feng Yong's words, he thought to himself, is there an inside story?

   "Brother, what do you say?"

"Don't ask, just ask...well," Feng Yong wanted to say the word "cut" subconsciously, then swallowed it back, and glanced at Xu Xun, "You care so much? Even if they have a woolen cloth workshop, they have to Got some wool?"

   "Why only sell five quotas this time? Isn't it because there is not enough wool? Where is the most wool? As far as the big man can find it, isn't it in Longxi and Liangzhou?"

   "If we really want to conquer that place, we can earn money by selling wool. The question is who will fight? Huh?"

   After Feng Yong finished speaking, he raised his chin.

   "Naturally..."

   When Xu Xun said this, he suddenly stopped.

  Yeah, who will fight? Isn't it still the military leaders of the big man? Wouldn't it be cheaper for them after the fight?

  The question is, which of the brothers in the Xinghan Society has no more or less relationship with the military leader?

  Thinking of this, Xu Xun leaned over, "Brother, you mean..."

   "I didn't say anything, get out!"

  Feng Yong kicked Xu Xun away, not in a good mood.

   "I understand, I understand, brother, get out now."

  Xu Xun got the hint, and hurriedly ran back to Jincheng, ready to tell the brothers, this time he will make a big deal!

  Because in addition to the manor in Nanzhong, there will be wool from Longxi and Liangzhou in the future. We must quickly get the school out, otherwise there will be not enough accountants and stewards!

  Nanzheng surpassed Nanxiang for the first time in the past few years and became the center of attention in Hanzhong.

  Any family in central Shu who is interested in going further, wanting to leave some inheritance for their descendants, will have people who talk about it come to Nanzheng, and many families and even patriarchs come here in person.

  Suddenly, Nanzheng's guest house was full.

  In a guest house in Nanzheng, in a large wing room, the doors and windows were closed, and a group of people were sitting around inside.

  There are a lot of ice creams around the house, even so, many people still feel extremely hot, but no one proposes to open the windows for ventilation.

   "Tell me, what are we going to do this time?"

   An old man sitting in the main seat opened his mouth and asked a question.

   "The price that Zhuge Zhuge offered is too high!"

   Someone said angrily.

   "Otherwise, what's the old man calling you all together with his old face?" The old man glanced at the speaker, "If you can eat it yourself, how can there be so many banquets these days?"

   "The companies next door, I heard that they have decided to form a partnership."

   Someone said something sullenly.

   "What are you afraid of? Several small families, or foreign surnames." The old man said indifferently, "If our He family can join forces, are we afraid that we won't be able to compare? What does the third family say?"

  The old man's eyes fell to the lower part.

  He Shen, the head of the third house of the He family, had a smile on his face, which made people feel close.

   Only those who know the inside story know that this guy, in order to avenge his own sister, endured for more than 20 years, and even took the initiative to marry the enemy's prostitute.

  After finally becoming the head of the family as he wished, he turned his face directly and made rumors of the sudden death of the eldest son of the Li family.

   makes people shudder.

It is estimated that He Shen chose the cemetery for his sister who died suddenly in the Li family back then. The father and son became the dogs of the Zhuge villager. master thin.

  If it’s just like this, then the He family will treat it as the third house and break away from it.

  But I don't know how they hooked up with that smooth-talking guy. First, they got a lot of wool cloth, which is really eye-catching.

   What kind of tea is there in the back, and the manor in Nanzhong, the share of cane sugar...

  It's really... addictive!

   Just like this time, if Sanfang is willing to make some favors, then the He family will have an advantage over others.

  So... No matter how disgusting Sanfang is, I still endure it with my eyes closed. Anyway, I just don’t bite my family.

"Master Zong, I've inquired about the regulations on the quota of this woolen cloth workshop. None of them can afford it alone. If someone doesn't believe it and swallows it reluctantly, there are looms and wool in the back, which will also cost a lot of money and food." of."

The smile on He Shen's face remained the same, and he said kindly, "If you can't get the money and food later, the money and food invested in the front will be in vain, and the family business will be ruined. That's for sure. It can be said that taking The quota is just a start."

   "That's the reason. But we have to make woolen cloth. After one year, we can make money while lying down. Isn't it better than growing food in the ground?"

  The old patriarch nodded and agreed, "Don't talk about anything else, if we don't do it and give the quota to others, after ten years or so, I'm afraid the He family in Sichuan will become a small family in others' mouths."

   How about saying that villager Zhuge is vicious?

   Release these five places, the big family wants to grab them, and make a long-term guarantee for their own foundation. The small family also wants to grab it, after all, this is the best opportunity to grow the family.

   It's about family foundation, even if you don't want to grab it, someone will force you to grab it.

   "One more thing." He Shen said a little casually, "I heard that someone took the manor in Nanzhong and the share of brown sugar. They are going to ask the ticket company to be a guarantor and want to borrow some money and food."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked over.

   "Are you serious?"

  Even the old patriarch couldn't stop breathing quickly.

  Many people from the big families in central Shu went to Nanzhong to open manors to plant sugarcane, but in fact, if they want to get brown sugar, at least they have to wait until the end of next year.

   At first, it was because Ben was a step slower than others, and there were not many good places in Nanzhong, so the manor opened slowly.

  Secondly, it is because there are not enough cane seeds, and this year's cane seeds are only distributed to the Xinghanhui people.

   This step is slow, every step is slow, let alone two steps slow?

   It is already the most optimistic inference to get the brown sugar share two years later.

  But if you borrow some money and food in exchange for brown sugar at the end of this year, it will be different.

   "No mistake, it's the news that Wulang sent back from the Xinghanhui. They borrowed the money and food, and they said that the money and food from Yuexuan were not in their hands."

  He Shen nodded.

   "Xinghan Club?"

   Someone muttered below, with an extremely complicated expression.

   "There will be no fraud, right? What if we borrow money and food and they use it to buy places in woolen workshops?"

   "Don't worry, this money and food is only borrowed after the places are sold out."

   He Shen explained.

   Then it’s all right?

  The old patriarch glanced at He Shen who was sitting below, feeling a little uneasy.

  This vicious dog will not bite his own family back, will he?

  After all, when his own sister married into the Li family holding a sign, the clan of the He family also nodded. Although I haven't seen them do anything to the clan house in the past few years, who knows what they think?

   "The news hasn't spread yet, but it should be soon."

  He Shen's last words made the old patriarch finally make up his mind: since it is something to be spread, it must not be false.

   If this is really the case, then Zhuge villager might as well send troops to grab it!

  After the eighth month, when the rice in Yuelu was harvested, Feng Yong held a capital test, and all men between the ages of fifteen and under forty were required to participate.

  When it was time, the ax and the ax were drumming, and the flags were hunting. The testers were one for archery and the other for battle formation. They inspected the situation of Nanxiang soldiers organizing village martial arts for more than a year.

  The chiefs of all the villages first gathered at the pavilion. After the pavilion chief had counted, he led his people to gather in the township, and finally gathered at the county examination office. The three counties had a total of nearly 20,000 conscripts.

  After the test, get rid of the old and the weak and the only male in the family, and get 8,000 strong and strong people.

  The Yi people are good at walking in the mountains and forests, and they have a habit of using poisonous arrows. Therefore, Feng Yong used 5,000 people as archers, and ordered them to collect more poisonous juice, and ordered the sentence to support them.

  For this reason, Feng Yong also specially reassigned Wang Han, a member of Wang Ping's clan who once led a part of Wudang Flying Army, to Qiongdu as Jufu's deputy general.

  The remaining 3,000 people, under the leadership of Zhang Ni, with Huang Chong and Wang Xun as deputy, practiced battle formation day and night.

  Suddenly, the materials shipped by Dongfeng Express to Yuelu increased sharply.

  In the end, even Meng Yan who was stationed in Beishui was alarmed, and ran over to ask in person, "Feng Changshi, where are you going to fight again?"

   "The road between Qiongdu and Jincheng is about to be opened up. Although the Yanniu tribe is no longer causing trouble, I heard that there are always sporadic bandits infesting, so I plan to have someone clean it up."

  Feng Yong replied without changing his face.

  Meng Yan has suspicion in his eyes, you took nearly 10,000 people to clean up sporadic bandits? Are you sure you don't look down on me? So you don't even bother to make up a good lie?

   "Then, is there anything I can do to help?"

  Meng Yan asked carefully.

   "Yes, help me find more venom. Most of the soldiers led by Meng Taishou are from Nanzhong, and they must be good at finding venom."

  Meng Yan twitched when he heard this.

  I mean, I want to follow along, not help you find venom.

   "Well, there's nothing wrong with that. It's just when Chang Shi plans to leave?"

   "In about three months, the slowest will not exceed four months."

  Meng Yan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

   It’s okay, it’s okay, there’s still time to whisper to the prime minister.

  So he hurriedly patted his chest and agreed, "That's fine, so-and-so will go back, so they will help."

  Then after going back, the first thing to do is to send someone to pass the situation here to the prime minister day and night.

When Zhuge Liang heard what Feng Yong had done in Yuexie, he smiled knowingly and told the visitor, "I already know what Feng Changshi did. Go back and tell Prefect Meng what Feng Changshi is going to do. Help as much as you can."

  In December of the fifth year of Jianxing, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty sent an order to Yuexuan, ordering Yuexuan Chief Shi Fengyong to choose his own generals, and then lead the army north to Hanzhong.

  At the same time, Meng Yan was stationed in Qiongdu to rule the whole territory of Yue.

   At this time, the avenue between Qiongdu and Jincheng has just been dredged.

Feng Yong, who had finished his army a long time ago, immediately led his army from Qiongdu along the Sunhe River, passed through Hanjia County, and arrived at Jincheng at the fastest speed, and then took a short rest. The elite 3,000 people hurried forward.

  Meng Yan was stunned for a long time after learning all this, and then cursed, what the ghost king said was indeed a lie, and he couldn't believe a word of it!

  (end of this chapter)