Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 53 Not allowed to buy

   "Ahem, yes, the boy is wrong. With these eight ox plows, the more captives the better, so why don't Hanzhong become a place of rich granaries?"

   "It's a good idea." Zhuge Liangliang nodded, then shook his head again, "But now the imperial court has no money and no food, so what's the use of just having people? It's difficult to farm in Hanzhong!"

   "It's not difficult, Prime Minister," Feng Yong rubbed his hands, "The court has no money, but someone has it!"

   "Who is it?" Zhuge Liang narrowed his peach eyes, and gave Feng Yong a warning look, making up his mind, if this kid dares to say that he is from those aristocratic families, let him know today what the power of a prime minister is!

   "In the past, the first emperor wanted to divide the land to reward the ministers, but the old general Zhao sympathized with the suffering of the people, so he advised the late emperor to take it back. Now that your majesty has ascended the great treasure, why not use the land in Hanzhong to reward the generals and soldiers to win people's hearts?"

  Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong in amazement: "Are you really only sixteen years old? You can think of this method." After pondering for a while, he shook his head again, "It's not right! Even if you gather the power of nobles, it may not be possible."

  Of course I know this. The nobles of the Shu Han are really just nobles, and they don’t have much background. Compared with those wealthy families, their foundation is too shallow, and they are all poor ghosts.

   "Why don't you gather the strength of the nobles and the court?"

   "How do you say this? Let's listen to it."

"The imperial court rewards the land in Hanzhong, and sells it for eight ox plows and Liao...cough, if you can't afford it, you can buy it on credit first, or three years, or five years, and half of the output will be owned by the imperial court. , most of them are willing to come to think of it. With the power of the court and nobles, why worry about not being able to cultivate in Hanzhong?"

   "Public-private partnership", one of the must-memory content of history and politics in high school, I was very familiar with it back then!

  Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong with deep eyes, and asked quietly: "Do you have a big enmity with the Liao people?"

"No ah."

  Feng Yong was caught off guard by Zhuge Liang's sudden turning point, why did he ask this?

   "Since there is no major enmity, why did you set up such a poisonous plan? Once this plan is implemented, I am afraid that from now on, the southerners will never have peace!" Zhuge old demon looked compassionate.

  The IQ of the old monster Zhuge... is it really not covered! Immediately one can think of the consequences—isn’t the “black slave trade” of later generations similar to this? But don’t say it, you have to admit that the plantations in America were indeed built with the blood and tears of black people, and it was the plantations that laid the first economic foundation for America, so Hanzhong... If so, There really is such a possibility!

   But judging from what Zhuge Laoyao meant, he probably felt that this kind of thing was too vicious, so he didn't plan to use this method.

   Alas, forget it, after all, he is a person deeply influenced by Confucianism, so he can't force it. If it really doesn't work, I still follow the original idea, recruit those big guys, and go to farm by myself. Don't you still have more than five hundred people in your hand? Those big guys can always get in touch with Li Hui, right? When the manpower is insufficient, we will get some more.

   Don’t make such a big deal, make a small fortune in private, hello, hello, hello, everyone, Zhuge old demon will not even give face to those military leaders, right?

   "You asked that Li Yi wanted to buy the five hundred Liao Man, but he hasn't paid yet?" Before Feng Yong could speak, Zhuge Liang suddenly asked again.

   "Of course not."

  This matter has not been approved by you, how can I dare to accept it easily? But I feel that the thinking of this Zhuge old demon is very jumpy! One will talk about things and the other will talk about things.

   "That's good, you don't want to buy these captives, the court has other arrangements." Zhuge Liang coughed dryly and said.

  Feng Yong was stunned!

  Do you dare to be more shameless? Do you dare to be a little more stingy? I have worked so hard to give you such an idea, but you are not even willing to sell it to those five hundred people? I didn't say I want you to give it away for nothing! How poor are you?

   "Dalang, why did you come back so early today?"

  In the small courtyard of the Wang family, Wang Ping took a rest today, and asked in surprise when he saw his child came back so early.

"Returning to my lord, my child went to Feng's mansion today, but Feng Langjun was called to the prime minister's mansion within half a day. Before leaving, I left a message to let my child go home to rest and review what he learned a few days ago. "Wang Xun replied respectfully.

   "I see." Wang Ping nodded.

As for the relationship between the prime minister's mansion and Feng Langjun, it is not something he can care about as a little general. The only thing he can care about now is Wang Xun, "Da Lang is in Feng's mansion these days. Learn something?"

"That Mr. Feng Lang is worthy of being the son of a master, and my son admires him very much." As soon as Wang Xun said this, he seemed very excited, "Not only did he teach my son how to read, but he also taught Zhao Erlang the art of war. My son listened to me, I feel very rewarded.”

   "Then Feng Langjun still understands the art of war?" Wang Ping asked in disbelief, "He is sixteen years old, how can he be so knowledgeable? Could it be that he told some stories in the book, so you took it for real?"

"No, my lord. It's the real art of war. It's called the Thirty-Six Strategies of War. It is said to be born out of Sun Tzu's Art of War. My son thought it was very ingenious when he heard it. Then Zhao Erlang wrote it down in his notes. If you don't believe me, my son will tell you about it." My lord, listen."

  Wang Xun said anxiously, Feng Tubie is now a tall man in his heart. Hearing that his father doubted what he had learned, he was eager to prove it.

   "This is Feng Langjun's master's knowledge, how can he tell others casually?"

"My lord, I misunderstood. Feng Langjun is open-minded, so he won't search like those aristocratic families who look down on others. The thirty-six strategies of war were taught to Zhao Erlang when he saw that he wanted to learn the knowledge of the mountain sect. It’s not a big deal to tell adults.”

   "If you say so, let's talk about it."

"A few days ago, Feng Langjun said a plan called dredging from the bottom of the pot, saying that it can be used in the current Nanzhong Rebellion..." Wang Xun then repeated what Feng Yong said at that time. He has an excellent memory, The words of the day have been restored to a seven-seven-eight-eight.

After finishing speaking, he scratched his head and said angrily, "After Feng Langjun finished speaking that day, he asked Hai'er and Zhao Langjun to go back and think about it. Taking the Nanzhong Rebellion as an example, what is the bottom line?" , and how to draw it. It’s a pity that the boy thought about it for a few days, but he only came up with a clue. Originally, Feng Langjun promised to explain the truth today, but unexpectedly, he was called by the prime minister’s mansion.”

"My child is really lucky. I met Erlang of the Zhao family and didn't despise him. Now I also met a Feng Langjun. He not only taught him how to read and write, but also taught him the art of war. Is my old Wang family really going to wake up? "Wang Ping sighed in his heart.

After all, Wang Ping met Boss Cao with a black belly. After sighing, he thought about it and came to a conclusion: "If the boiling water in the cauldron is a chaos, the thing that ignited the fire is naturally the local big family. The salary for burning the fire is that barbarian. As for how to draw the salary, I can't think of it for a while."

   "The adults are really powerful, and the child has been thinking about it for a few days before he figured out that the salary under the cauldron is a barbarian, but he doesn't know how to draw the salary according to Feng Langjun's plan?"

   "I won't be able to figure it out for a while. Ask Feng Langjun tomorrow, and tell me when you come back."

   "Save it baby."

  (end of this chapter)