"How can that happen?" Feng Yong looked reluctant, "Wenxuan calls me brother, why can't I call Brother Bosong brother?"
"Good brother!" When Zhuge Qiao heard this, he was so happy that he took Feng Yong's hand and said happily, "Although I don't know the details of Jincheng, my mother also wrote a letter in the past, and I didn't even mention it in the letter. How many times have I read Mingwen? In a recent letter from home, my mother specifically reminded me that if it is convenient, remember to take some care of Mingwen."
At this point, Zhuge Qiao exerted a little more force on his hand, "It can be seen that my mother really loves Mingwen, and she never thought that Mingwen had such intentions. Call me brother today, and I will talk about this when I reply to you next time. Something happened, my mother must be happy."
Oh shit! Isn't Zhuge Qiao's character too upright? Is this just a casual call?
It seems to be a big deal.
But when I heard that Huang Yueying actually asked Zhuge Qiao to take care of her in the letter, I felt a little moved.
He thought to himself that he had sent many things to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the past, always in the name of honoring Huang Yueying. It seemed that he was finally in vain.
"Brother...brother, why don't you go inside and talk first?"
Feng Yong said bravely.
He thought to himself that this was all retribution. In the past, people would call him brother, but he never thought that he would give in when he saw a man named Zhuge. Sure enough, Zhuge and I don't get along.
"Okay." Zhuge Qiao said okay, but he still held Feng Yong's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
Feng Yong secretly pumped several times, but couldn't pull it out. In desperation, he had no choice but to turn to Amei and said, "Go, bring some soup up to quench brother's thirst."
The big meeting room, after the efforts of everyone in the past few days, is still as simple as before, with just a few more tables that were simply put together.
As for the chairs, forget about them, just use round wood as stools.
Zhuge Qiao was a little surprised as to why there was a round log behind the table. When he saw Feng Yong and Li Yi sitting on the log naturally, it became clear at the moment.
He asked with some hesitation: "Is it possible that Mingwen and Wenxuan sit like this on weekdays?"
"Yes," Feng Yong nodded, "Sitting this way is much more comfortable than sitting on your knees before. Brother, you might as well give it a try."
"Wouldn't this appear to be inappropriate behavior?"
Zhuge Qiao frowned a little.
"Huh, Bo Song is overly worried."
This time, it was Li Yi who spoke and said with a smile, "Bosong hasn't returned to Jincheng for a long time. I'm afraid he doesn't know. The popular way of sitting in Jincheng now is to sit on an object called a chair, but it's worse than this." The log is much taller, but it looks quite majestic. Even the Prime Minister once said that sitting on a chair is much more comfortable than kneeling, and it is also much more convenient."
As he said that, he glanced at Feng Yong.
"There is such a thing?" Zhuge Qiao couldn't believe it, "Sir, the most important thing is to follow the rules, but he would say such a thing?"
After finishing speaking, he glanced at the two people who were already sitting, and hesitated for a moment, "Since these two worthy brothers are sitting like this, and your Excellency also has this opinion, then there is no need to be pretentious as brothers."
This Zhuge Qiao is a bit rigid.
This is what Feng Yong thinks in his heart.
I never thought that a man as evil as Zhuge Lao Yao would have such a son. I don’t know if he taught it or Zhuge Jin taught it.
"I knew the news that Mingwen had arrived in Hanzhong earlier, but at that time a batch of grain and grass happened to be shipped from Jincheng. I distributed grain and grass to my brother every day. I was really busy. So I never had time to spare, and I couldn't Coming to see my brother so early is really a disservice to my mother!"
After Zhuge Qiao sat down, he said apologetically.
"It's my little brother's fault that I didn't go to see my brother early enough when I came to Hanzhong."
Feng Yong said in his mouth, but said in his heart, if I had known that the Prime Minister's wife had sent a letter in advance asking you to take care of me, I would have gone to find you long ago.
Unexpectedly, a person like Huang Yueying would open the back door for others.
It seems that Wei Yan, a local tiger, doesn't have much to hope for, but he unexpectedly sends a local snake to his door. Life is indeed full of surprises.
"I just heard what my brother said, saying that food and grass were sent from Jincheng. Why do you need me to distribute it myself?"
Feng Yong asked somewhat strangely.
"My dear brother, I don't know something." Zhuge Qiao gave a wry smile, "The military supplies in Hanzhong all depend on Jincheng. My brother is the grain and grass officer of Hanzhong, and all the food and grass logistics matters are under my brother's care. Those soldiers can't even write their own names, how can we expect them to know arithmetic? Every time we distribute food and grass, it's the hardest time for my brother."
Feng Yong's eyes widened: "There is such a shortage of people who can do arithmetic in the army? Don't you remember that there is a special doctor of Confucianism in the court? Why don't you assign some disciples of doctors of Confucianism to come here?"
It's okay that Feng Yongyong mentioned this. When he mentioned this, Zhuge Qiao's face showed a look of helplessness, "Most of the doctors of Confucian classics in that court were rhetoricians and people with higher eyesight. How can you be willing to endure hardships in Hanzhong? What's more, he has to devote himself to the military? If he is forced to do anything, he may even resign."
Is this Doctor of Classics so awesome?
Feng Yong was even more surprised now.
Li Yi had been following Feng Yong for a long time, and he knew that he probably didn't know much about the affairs of the court.
At that moment, he explained to the side: "Brother, I don't know. There are actually not many doctors in the imperial court. Most of the people who are in office now came here when the late emperor issued the order to recruit talents in Shu. The current situation in the court has nothing to do with the late emperor. It was a big difference back then.”
Although Li Yi's words were a bit cryptic, Feng Yong still understood.
Most of the doctors of Confucian classics were recruited when Liu Bei first entered Shu in order to win over the wealthy families in Shu. Think about it, besides aristocratic families, where else can produce a large number of intellectuals?
Later, when Liu Bei gained a firm foothold, he immediately turned his back and plundered the big families in Shu, and later lost Jingzhou. The living space of the Shu Han regime was greatly reduced.
The cake has become smaller, but there are still so many people eating the cake, so some people must eat less or not be able to eat it.
The aristocratic families in central Shu originally welcomed Liu Bei into Shu, just to follow the dragon's merits. They exerted so much effort, but now they can't even drink the soup.
Nowadays, Old Demon Zhuge's attitude of suppressing the wealthy families in Shu is becoming more and more obvious, and those wealthy people who are mixed in the court are probably not having a good time.
So, either you can be like Li Hui and surrender yourself wholeheartedly, or you can be a dead pig and resign directly without fear of boiling water. Even if you don't resign, it's still just fishing for a living.
It is probably difficult to make them sincerely serve, and Zhuge Lao Yao may not be reassured.
It's okay if they don't get any benefits, but they are forced to spit out their original benefits. It is natural that the wealthy families are increasingly forced to stand against the Shu Han regime.
Feng Yong rolled his eyes and didn't know what he thought of, but he didn't speak again.
"By the way, didn't Zhao Erlang say he's here too? Why don't you see anyone at this moment? Speaking of which, I met him all the time when we were in Jincheng."
