Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 50 Drain from the bottom

   But so what? If they don't kill, don't they eat and live for free? Li Yi came to the capital this time under his father's order, firstly to ask for help, secondly to see if he could find some connections by selling those Liao captives for some subsidies, and thirdly to close the Li family's marriage.

  But Jincheng is now the heartland of the big man, how could it be possible to let so many barbarians in, and they are still concentrated together? Thirty people in each family is already the biggest face of your own adults in front of the prime minister. If it were someone else, would you dare try more than ten? Three hundred people, don't you want to rebel? !

   "Feng Langjun, Nanman is now rebelling in Nanzhong, and you want to gather three hundred strong barbarians in the village at this time, this matter..."

If he hadn't known that the Guanzhang family had a dirty PY deal with this guy in front of him, if he hadn't known that the prime minister actually valued him a lot, if he hadn't known that Zhao Guang was still messing around in Feng Zhuang, Li Yi would have gone back to the city on the spot If the matter is revealed, a hat with bad intentions will definitely not be able to escape.

ah? There are other sayings?

  Although Li Yi didn't understand clearly, Feng Yong understood it instantly. After thinking about it, yes, people in Chengdu were panicked some time ago, the food price turmoil has just passed, and my status is a bit special, if it really happened like this, Zhuge Old Demon might be able to send troops to surround Fengzhuang on the spot .

   "Brother Li, if you say, I mean, if the prime minister doesn't care about this matter, how many people can you send in?"

   Population, labor force! The most lacking thing in the Three Kingdoms period! Feng Tubie's eyes were already full of gold, and he was trembling with excitement.

  Is this person really going to rebel? Li Yi was a little bit regretful, this matter must be reported to the prime minister when he returns home, otherwise it will be too late to be implicated by him in the future!

   "About five hundred strong, there are still some."

   "Good good good good!"

   When you are in a good mood, you can talk easily. After knowing that there were more than 500 Liaoren prisoners in Li Yi's hands, Feng Yong was in a good mood, and directly gave him the thousand-character bamboo slips he had carefully carved. And told him that this is a deposit, and these five hundred people are not allowed to sell to others, he will cover it all!

  It is impossible to reason with a madman, Li Yi got what he wanted, and thought to himself: No wonder this person was called Feng Dianzi before, but now it seems that he has fallen ill again.

  Sighing immediately, he left Feng Zhuang with mixed feelings, and then resolutely turned his head and rushed to the prime minister's mansion in the capital.

   "Brother, is Li Dalang gone? What plan do you want to tell my younger brother today?" Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong returning to the backyard, and quickly got up and asked.

   "Which one is it? Take the bottom line!" Feng Yong laughed.

   "What is drudgery?" Zhao Guang would take out the pen and paper that he had prepared long ago as soon as he arrived at this time, and acted like he was listening to the class seriously.

   "Zi Shi don't practice calligraphy anymore, come and listen."

"It is better to draw fire from the bottom of the pot than to raise the soup to stop the boiling. This is where the idea comes from. When the water boils, there is the power of the fire; when the fire is made, the force of the fire. Lost!" No matter what happens, read a paragraph of ancient prose first to improve the style.

  In the shopping mall wars of later generations, all kinds of tricks emerged one after another. For a while, Chinese studies began to revive. In order to show their own cultural level, some shopping mall lectures made up all kinds of fancy names in order to cater to the tastes of those bosses.

  For example, Sun Tzu's Art of War and Commercial Warfare, Thirty-Six Strategies in Shopping Malls and so on.

  The glamorous female boss took Feng Yong to listen to it a few times, and one time it happened to be about Thirty-Six Strategies, and Feng Yong almost didn't laugh on the spot.

  The lecturers on the stage basically gave lectures based on the translation of the thirty-six strategies written by the ancients, without adding anything from modern shopping malls. This is bullying most people who have never read ancient documents.

   But that guy is still an old pervert, and deliberately named the glamorous female boss several times. Feng Yong couldn't bear it on the spot, and urged the female boss to ask the lecturer if he could recite the Thirty-Six Strategies on the spot. As you can imagine, a lecture turned into a farce.

  "The public policy of gold and jade sandalwood is used to catch thieves, fish and snakes laugh in the sea, sheep and tigers are separated by peaches and mulberries, the tree is dark and foolish, the cauldron is empty and the guest is suffering from afar, and there are beautiful corpses on the beams of the house, attacking Wei Lian and attacking Guo."

  Afterwards, Feng Yong recited these forty words to the female boss, patting his chest and saying that the thirty-six tricks were included in these forty words.

  The female boss likes Feng Yong's confident, capable, and domineering appearance, and she almost got wet on the spot.

  Feng Yong knocked on the table and continued: "Actually, it can also be used in the present."

  Zhao Guang's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand like a good student and asked, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

   Raise your hand when you ask a question, this is the rule of Feng Mansion. Of course, there is one more thing for the children of village households: stand at attention when being beaten.

   "Good question." Feng Yong coughed dryly, thinking that he was afraid that you would not ask, so he pretended to say two words in a deep voice: "Nanzhong."

  Nanzhong?

  Zhao Guang and Wang Xun frowned at the same time. What does this have to do with Nanzhong?

   "The Nanzhong Rebellion is just like water in a cauldron, boiling endlessly. If you only send troops to suppress it, what is the difference from raising the soup to stop the boiling. Even if it is a temporary suppression, once the army withdraws, the rebellion will come back."

   "Then what?" Zhao Guang raised his hand again and asked.

  Wang Xun listened, but lowered his head and frowned thoughtfully.

  Feng Yong glanced at the two of them, saw the difference in their performance, and thought: Is this Zhao Erlang really the seed of Zhao Yun? Isn't it said that Zhao Yun is brave and resourceful? If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were somewhat similar in appearance, he would have doubted whether there was a brother Wang next door to Zhao Yun back then.

  The Nanzhong Rebellion was essentially a rebellion in which local clans were dissatisfied with the Shu Han regime and wanted to stand on their own.

Anyway, the local big clans played a leading role in it, and the main force of the rebellion was the ethnic minorities in Nanzhong, that is, the Liao clan collectively referred to by the Han population—no matter which tribe you belong to, as long as you are from the south Those who do not belong to the Han people are called Liao, also called Nanman, or Liaoman—that’s how the Han Dynasty looked down on people back then.

"Brother, what you mean is that the current chaos in Nanzhong is like boiling water in a cauldron. If you want to stop the boiling, you must take away the salary at the bottom. So what is the salary in Nanzhong?" Wang Xun thought for a while, and finally raised his hand and asked.

  This Feng Yong can be guaranteed to be Wang Ping's seed! This IQ directly crushed the little boy!

   "That's right, Pingnan High School is in chaos for a while, and how to stop Nanzhong from repeating itself is the hardest thing. And taking the bottom line can be used here." Feng Yong talked eloquently.

  In fact, two years later, Zhuge Laoyao Ping Nanzhong, used this trick, playing sneakily!

First, after suppressing the rebellion with a large army, he said to those barbarians, don’t worry, we will not garrison here, nor will we send officials to manage you, and we will even teach you how to farm, so that you will never be hungry again, while backhanding More than 10,000 strong soldiers and Qingqiang from Nanzhong were moved to Shu, and the young and strong were selected to form the famous "Wudang Flying Army".

Not to mention that, later on, he started an intermediary business, half-forcibly asking the wealthy families to pay for the barbarians to do the trilogy. In fact, they are slaves. A lot of sand.

  Feng Yong can almost imagine the green faces of those aristocratic families at that time.

   No way, who told you that your opponent is the old demon Zhuge?

  (end of this chapter)