Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 82 High IQ

Time soon entered September, and the gossip that had been circulating in the court and the public was finally confirmed: the emperor felt that the land in Hanzhong had been barren due to the long-term war, and wanted to set up a Huangzhuang in Hanzhong and increase Hanzhong Metallurgy in order to recover It was the land of Longxing, the ancestor of Gaozu.

The court ministers gave the emperor a thumbs up for this decision, and were also moved by the emperor's great sentiments, so they all asked his majesty to reward him with some land in Hanzhong, expressing that as ministers, he was also willing to do his best for the redevelopment of Hanzhong Power.

  After learning about this, Feng Yong sighed, politicians really are shameless things. Then I sent a leave note to Shaofu Supervisor, saying that my old illness had relapsed and I needed to rest. I will not go to work during this period of time—of course, Feng Yong has basically never been there since he made Ba Niuli Zhuyejian—anyway, the Shaofu is just an empty shell, and no one is in charge of him.

  But the previous kind of laziness was called absenteeism, and if something really happened, I still had to go to clock in. Nowadays, following a formal process to ask for a leave, there is still a difference if something happens and you can’t find it on your head.

On the second day after Feng Yong formally asked for leave, the veterans who dragged their families along with their families finally got news. Yaomei came to tell the time, but the housekeeper had no time to wait for Feng Yong to come out together, so he hurriedly called out to the veterans who came earlier, Take all the fifty people to the open place of Zhuangzi.

   When Feng Yong arrived, what he saw was a group of beggars huddled together, all curiously looking at the surrounding environment.

   "Uncle Lu, please tell them to calm down, I want to say a few words." Feng Yong instructed the scar-faced veteran beside him.

  Through these few days of contact, coupled with the deliberate flattery of the veterans, Feng Yong finally did not reject the aura of these veterans so much.

   "Yes, my lord." The scar-faced veteran nodded, turned around and shouted, "Shut up!"

   Seeing that there were still people making noise in the crowd, Scarface Lv pointed to a few veterans standing aside waiting for orders, "Go over and see whoever dares to be disobedient, and help them shut their mouths."

  A few veterans clasped their fists as a promise, then rushed over, yelling and shouting, and even kicked some of them, which immediately quieted the crowd. It can be seen from here that these veterans still maintain the style of the army: rough and brutal.

  Feng Yong didn't think there was anything wrong, because even in the future generations who claim to be civilized, the army still needs blood the most.

"Please don't blame the master. They all came from the barren land. They don't know etiquette, and they don't know anything new. The old servant promises that he will explain the rules of the village to them when he returns tonight. If anyone dares to be disobedient in the future, Without the lord speaking, the old servant would just break his legs and throw him out of the village."

  Scarred face was a little worried, and he thought to himself, didn't he call someone over the past two days to explain the rules clearly to them? Why is it still like this, everyone finally found a place to settle down, don't let those guys with donkey hair stuffed in their ears mess it up.

"It doesn't matter." Feng Yong smiled, looking at the beggar-like crowd in front of him, he felt a little pity in his heart, but at the same time he was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, these veterans who came in advance are quite prestigious among this group of people, even if there are The ignorant little doll wanted to cry, but her parents tightly covered her mouth to keep her from crying.

"I know that the world is not good. Everyone came here from the south eagerly, just to have a bite of food. This village, if nothing else, but as long as you can work hard, you will definitely be able to ensure that everyone has a bite to eat. But there is one thing, we must abide by the rules of the village." Feng Yong pointed to Lu Laobing next to him, "What are the rules of the village, Uncle Lu will tell you in the future, Uncle Lu can't make up his mind, I will go and tell Steward Zhao."

  Feng Yong pointed to the butler on the other side.

   "Okay, now follow the housekeeper and Uncle Lu, do what they tell you to do, don't worry, you won't harm everyone."

  Feng Yong is actually just a routine to be a mascot, showing his face to let the newcomers get to know each other. The specific tasks still have to be handed over to the housekeeper and the veterans.

   After Feng Yong finished speaking, he motioned for the housekeeper to take people to the **** hole behind the villa, then turned around and walked towards Li Yi who was standing far away, looking at him all the time.

   "How could Li Langjun bring people here in person?"

  In fact, this group of people was brought here by Li Yi himself, which really surprised Feng Yong.

   "These days, there are many refugees coming from the south." Li Yi said with a smile, "If so many people walk together, the government will intervene. If I follow, the trouble will be less."

  If it wasn't for his dark appearance, this guy could indeed be a handsome young man. It's a pity that I probably stayed in the south for a long time, and my skin was tanned by the sun, almost the same complexion as the people in Nanzhong.

   "In this case, I have to thank Li Langjun for taking care of this matter."

  Feng Yong is really grateful.

  This era is not like the later generations. There are thousands of people gathering in large supermarkets. As long as the people who gather together are not doing some illegal things, who will care what you are going to do?

  This era is different. The government has a kind of vigilance against the gathering of a certain number of people—princes, generals, and ministers. If there is such a thing, isn’t it just a few hundred people shouting twice at the beginning? Who would have thought that in the end, the dream of that awesome ancestor dragon would be lost forever?

  If it wasn't for Li Yi's identity, let alone when these people will arrive, it is still a question of whether they can arrive. It seems that this is also a guy who can make friends.

   "A certain person is also going back to Chengdu. He just happened to drop in on the way. He just followed from a distance along the way, so it's not a good deal." Li Yi shook his head lightly, giving off a warm and jade-like feeling.

Although Li Yi said it easily, Feng Yongneng can guess that he must have greeted the local government in advance along the way, no matter whether it is in the name of his father or in the name of the old monster Zhuge, it is he who handles it anyway. Yes, Feng Yong recognized this favor.

  Thinking of this, Feng Yong once again felt a pity, but his skin was too dark, otherwise he would have a proper warm male image with this temperament.

   When friends come, there are good dishes, um, but there is no good wine, which is very rare now.

  Since he regarded Li Yi as a good friend, Feng Yong decided to invite him to dinner: "Brother Li came from a long journey, why don't you let me do my best as a landlord and cleanse Brother Li?"

   "I've heard about Feng Zhuang's reputation for eating food for a long time, but I didn't expect to have such good food today, so why don't you be respectful and obedient?" Li Yi's eyes lit up, and he looked like he was twitching his index finger.

   "Follow your orders, but you don't need to be respectful." Feng Yong laughed, called Yaomei, who was serving beside him, and ordered to go to today's kitchen to prepare a table of good dishes, "Li Langjun, this way please."

   "Didn't Zhao Erlang always follow Feng Langjun on weekdays? And Wang Dalang also followed Feng Langjun to study, why didn't he see anyone today?"

  Zhao Guang and Wang Xun...

  Feng Yong smirked: "The two of them may not have the time to separate themselves at the moment, and it may be difficult to come to this Zhuangzi these days."

  Li Yi blinked and smiled knowingly: "I see. But Mr. Feng Lang is the supervisor of Zhuye, why can he be so leisurely?"

   IQ is quite high!

  Feng Yong looked at Li Yi in admiration, and after he said a word, he was able to guess the twists and turns, which is really not easy.

  (end of this chapter)