But so what? If they don’t kill, will they live and eat in vain? Li Yi came to the capital on his father's orders this time, firstly to ask for help, secondly to see if he could find some connections and sell those captives in exchange for some subsidies, and thirdly to secure the marriage between the Li family.
But the central plain is now the heartland of the Han Dynasty. How can it be possible to allow so many barbarians to come in and still be strong and concentrated together? There are thirty people in each family, which is already the greatest amount of face your family can have in front of the Prime Minister. If it were anyone else, would you dare to try more than ten? Three hundred people, are you going to rebel? !
"Feng Langjun, now that the Southern Barbarians are rebelling in Nanzhong, you are going to gather three hundred strong barbarians in the village. This matter..."
If he hadn't known that the Guan Zhang family had a dirty deal with the guy in front of him, if he hadn't known that the prime minister actually valued him quite a lot, and if he hadn't known that Zhao Guang was still hanging out in Fengzhuang, Li Yi would have returned the CD on the spot. If this matter is brought out, a hater with evil intentions will not be able to escape.
ah? Is there such a thing as this?
Although Li Yi didn't understand it clearly, Feng Yong understood it instantly. Then I thought about it, that's right. Some time ago, people in CD were panicked. The food price crisis had just passed. In addition, my identity was a bit special. If such an attack happened, Zhuge Lao Yao might be able to send troops to surround Fengzhuang on the spot. .
"Brother Li, if, I mean if, the Prime Minister doesn't care about this matter, how many people can you send in?"
Population, labor force! The thing that was most lacking during the Three Kingdoms period! Feng Tubao's eyes were filled with glittering gold, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.
Could this person really want to rebel? Li Yi regretted a little. He must report this matter to the Prime Minister after he returns, otherwise he will be implicated in the future and it will be too late to regret!
"About five hundred strong men, there are still some."
"Okay, okay!"
When you are in a good mood, people are easy to talk to. After learning that Li Yi had more than 500 prisoners of war, Feng Yong was in a happy mood and directly gave him the thousand-character bamboo slips he had carefully carved. He also told him that this was a deposit, and these more than 500 people were not allowed to be sold to anyone else. He took care of it all!
You can't reason with crazy people. After Li Yi got what he wanted, he thought to himself: No wonder this person was called Feng Madman before, but now it seems that he is sick again, but it's a pity that he has lost everything he has learned. He sighed and left Fengzhuang with mixed feelings, then resolutely turned around and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital.
"Brother, has Li Dalang left? What plan are you going to tell me today?" Zhao Guang quickly stood up and asked when he saw Feng Yong returning to the backyard.
"Which plan? Remove the firewood from under the cauldron!" Feng Yong laughed.
"What does it mean to draw fire from under the cauldron?" As soon as Zhao Guang arrived at this time, he would take out the pen and paper he had prepared and look like he was listening carefully to the lecture.
"Zishi, stop practicing calligraphy and come over and listen."
"It is better to draw firewood from the bottom of the cauldron than to stop it from boiling. That's where this plan comes from. The boiling water is the power of fire; the firewood is the power of fire. Power cannot be stopped because its power cannot be eliminated. If the power is removed, the power will come from it. Defeated!" No matter what, let's read an ancient passage to improve our skills.
In later shopping mall wars, all kinds of tricks emerged one after another. For a while, Chinese studies began to revive. Some shopping mall lectures made up all kinds of fancy names in order to show their cultural level and to cater to the tastes of the bosses. For example, Sun Tzu's Art of War and Business Warfare, Thirty-Six Strategies in Shopping Malls, and so on.
The glamorous female boss also took Feng Yong to listen to it several times. One time she was talking about the Thirty-six Strategies, and Feng Yong almost laughed on the spot. The lecturer on the stage simply taught based on the ancient translation of the Thirty-Six Strategies written by the ancients, without adding anything from the modern market. This is to bully most people who have never read the ancient text.
But that guy was still an old pervert and deliberately named the beautiful female boss several times. Feng Yong couldn't help it on the spot and encouraged the female boss to ask the lecturer if he could recite the thirty-six strategies on the spot. As you can imagine, the lecture turned into a farce.
"The public policy of gold, jade and sandalwood is used to catch thieves. Fish and snakes laugh in the sea. Sheep, tigers and peaches are separated by mulberry trees. The trees are dark and crazy. The cauldron is empty and suffers from distant visitors. There are beautiful corpses in the roof beams. Attack Wei and attack Guo."
Afterwards, Feng Yong recited these forty words to the female boss, patted his chest and said that the thirty-six strategies were contained in these forty words. The lecturer didn't even understand this, so he was talking nonsense?
The female boss liked Feng Yong's confident, capable and domineering look, and she almost got wet on the spot.
Feng Yong knocked on the table and continued: "In fact, it can also be used in the present."
Zhao Guang's eyes lit up, he raised his hand like a good student and asked, "Brother, what's the meaning of this?"
It is the rule of Feng Mansion to raise your hand when asking questions. Of course, for the children of villagers, there is one more rule: stand at attention when being beaten.
"That's a good question." Feng Yong coughed dryly. He was afraid that you wouldn't ask, so he pretended to be serious and said two words: "Nanzhong."
Nanzhong?
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun frowned at the same time. What does this have to do with Nanzhong?
"The rebellion in Nanzhong is like water in a cauldron, boiling endlessly. If we only send troops to suppress it, what's the difference between sending troops to stop it? Even if it is suppressed temporarily, once the army withdraws, the rebellion will rise again."
"What about that?" Zhao Guang raised his hand again and asked.
After hearing this, Wang Xun lowered his head and frowned, thoughtfully.
Feng Yong glanced at the two people and saw the difference in their performances, and thought to himself: Is this Zhao Erlang really the descendant of that Zhao Yun? Isn’t it said that Zhao Yun is brave and resourceful? If it weren't for the fact that the two people's looks were somewhat similar, he would have doubted whether Zhao Yun had a brother Wang next door back then.
The Nanzhong Rebellion was essentially a rebellion by local wealthy people who were dissatisfied with the Shu Han regime and wanted to stand on their own. Of course, it could also be said to be a rebellion that wanted more rights from the Shu Han regime but was not satisfied.
Anyway, the local big clans played a leading role in it, and the main force in the rebellion was the ethnic minorities in Nanzhong, which are also collectively known as the Liao tribe among the Han people - no matter which tribe you are from, as long as you are from the south Those who are not Han people are called Liao tribe, also called Nanman, or Liaoman - the Han Dynasty looked down on people like this.
"Brother, what I mean is that the current chaos in Nanzhong is like boiling water in a cauldron. If you want to stop the boiling, you must remove the salary underneath. So what is the salary at Nanzhong?" Wang Xun thought for a while and then He asked, raising his hand.
This Feng Yong can be guaranteed to be Wang Ping’s son! This IQ directly crushes the pretty boy!
"You're right. It's difficult to prevent Nanzhong from falling back into trouble when the Central Plains is in turmoil. And taking money from the bottom of the cauldron can be used here." Feng Yong spoke eloquently.
In fact, two years later, the old demon Zhuge used this trick to play sneakily!
After first quelling the rebellion with a large army, he said to the barbarians, "Don't worry, we will not station troops here, nor will we send officials to take care of you. We will even teach you how to farm so that you will never go hungry again." They moved more than 10,000 powerful soldiers and Qingqiang from Nanzhong to Shu, selected their young and strong men, and formed the famous "Wu Dang Fei Army".
Not to mention this, he also started an intermediary business later, semi-forcedly asking the wealthy families to pay for barbarians to be servants, who were actually slaves. This not only caused the family to bleed, but also viciously mixed it into the family. Lots of sand.
Feng Yong could almost imagine the green faces of those aristocratic families at that time.
There is no other way. Who said your opponent is Zhuge Lao Yao?
