"Call him tomorrow."
Feng Yong nodded and agreed.
If He Wulang is appointed as Governor Wu Xing, it will definitely be difficult for him.
After all, he could be regarded as a local official at that time - although the area in Ju County now has no use other than collecting wool.
But you, a local governor, don't stay in your own place of governance, but go to Hanzhong hundreds of miles away to chat with people. What do you want to do?
But it was precisely because that place could only harvest wool that Feng Yong couldn't be bypassed and he had to come to visit.
But this He Wulang, I don’t know what kind of surrender certificate he got, so that he could let the old demon Zhuge put him in such an important place?
Li Yi probably has some credit for this, right?
Or maybe the Li family over at Nanzhong also tried their best?
Feng Yong glanced at Li Yi suspiciously and asked casually: "How is the progress between Wenxuan and the young lady of the He family?"
"Brother Youlao is worried. Your Excellency just sent a letter the day before yesterday, saying that he is planning to discuss with the third member of the He family to make a marriage first."
There was a slight shyness on Li Yi's face.
Pickup artist!
Feng Yong lamented that he was still a weakling!
Guan Ji dangles in front of my eyes every day, but it has only reached the point of holding hands. If she wants to go further, she can't.
When he sent Guan Ji back to the post house at Yang'an Pass, he said something rude, "Everywhere the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers reach, are all Han lands."
Then Guan Ji caught the conversation and added, "If one day, your husband can really fulfill his promise, I will kowtow to you, and I will be willing to do so."
This kind of main line strategy mission is truly hellish.
Of course, it doesn't mean that we have to wait until the great man is revived before he can mention marrying her. After all, she only said to kowtow, not to marry.
But just like the birds in the world, the Han Dynasty couldn't even completely pacify his last territory, this three-acre area in Shuzhong. How can you ask Feng Yong to talk?
At the very least, you have to wait until Old Demon Zhuge defeats Nanzhong, right?
Otherwise, where would you put the time traveler’s face?
"In this case, I really have to congratulate Wenxuan. Let's ask him to come tomorrow. In two days, I want to go out."
"My little brother understands."
He Wulang, whose given name has been forgotten, and whose courtesy name is Shensi, is a chubby fat man, even fatter than Adou. His round face looks very happy.
If Li Yitai hadn't come over and said that he was the Wulang of the He family, Feng Yong felt that he was more like the foolish son of a rich man from the countryside.
He smiles when he sees people, and his eyes narrow into slits when he smiles, which makes him look a bit silly.
There is absolutely no demeanor like a legitimate son of a noble family.
"He Shensi has met Feng Langjun."
The little fat man was very polite. When he saw Feng Yong, he saluted directly.
"He Langjun doesn't have to do this. Just sit down."
There was no one else in the meeting hall, even Li Yi, who just brought the people over and went out directly.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng."
He Wulang bowed his hands again before sitting down.
She doesn't look like she's not used to sitting on a chair. She probably sits there a lot in her own home.
After Amei brought the soup, she closed the door behind her when she went out.
Now the weather in Hanzhong has begun to get colder. If you don't close the door, the cold wind from outside will pour in, making it impossible to talk properly.
"The hut is simple, I hope Mr. He doesn't mind."
Watching He Wulang pick up the bowl and take a sip of hot water, Feng Yong said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. A mouthful of hot soup is enough to drive away the cold."
He Wulang put down the bowl and said with a smile.
This guy doesn't have the gentle demeanor of some aristocratic families, nor does he have the delicate appearance of some aristocratic families. He looks completely alien.
"He Langjun came here this time, I wonder why?"
The chair he just sat on was a little cold. Feng Yong felt a little uncomfortable and twisted slightly.
"I want to ask Feng Langjun for the same thing."
"Oh, He Langjun must have seen it when he entered this village. Even the place where he lives is a thatched hut. Is there anything else that He Langjun can like?"
Feng Yong said jokingly.
"Where Mr. Feng is, there are many treasures!"
He Wulang looked at Feng Yong, with the same harmless smile, but what he said was not simple, "So I came here to seek treasure."
“How come I don’t know what treasure I have?”
Feng Yong found it interesting. He recalled what Zhao Guang said to him when he first came to Fengzhuang, which basically meant the same thing.
"I heard that Feng Langjun has a thousand-character book, which is a good book for children to learn, so I thought carefully about it."
He thought he was talking about wool, but unexpectedly, he said a thousand-character essay that Feng Yong didn't expect.
"This matter is easy to hear. Wenxuan also took a copy from me at the beginning. Since He Langjun is on good terms with Wenxuan, he can just ask him to get a copy. Why go to all this trouble?"
"There is one more thing I want to ask Feng Langjun."
"What's the matter?"
Feng Yong naturally knew that He Jiawulang would not come to him specifically for this reason. This matter was actually just a pretext.
"I heard that Feng Langjun planted a lot of tea trees in Jincheng?"
Feng Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did He Langjun learn about this?"
"I found out about it from the sixth room of the Li family."
He Wang didn't shy away from it at all, still looking natural.
"The third room in the He family has a good marriage relationship with the sixth room in the Li family. I heard Taigong Li mention this casually during my free time. Later, Shensi went to inquire about it and learned that Feng Langjun could grow tea seedlings. I don’t know if it’s true or not?”
"Of course it's true. I promised Taigong Li that I would give him some tea seedlings."
Feng Yong was not afraid of anyone knowing this. After all, he grew tea and had no intention of selling it in the Han Dynasty. His real purpose was to make tea bricks and sell them to nomads.
So he is not afraid that others will follow suit and plant more tea, the better.
At this point, I believe no one can guess his thoughts.
"Feng Langjun planted those tea trees for some other reason?"
He Wang had a mysterious smile on his face.
Damn it!
Feng Tubiao, who was just proud that no one could know his thoughts, was shocked. Did this guy know something?
"He Wulang, what do you want to say?"
Feng Yong calmed down and asked Xiang He Wang.
"If Feng Langjun only grew tea for his own consumption, or only wanted to supply it to the Han Dynasty, he would not have given the tea seedlings to Li Taigong so readily. Therefore, after careful consideration, I realized that Feng Langjun had other agendas."
This damn fat guy has a pretty nimble mind.
"Tea soup can only be drunk by rich people, and it is mostly in the south. It is rare in the central plains of the north. Feng Langjun planted so many tea trees himself, and also sent tea seedlings to Li Taigong. I think he needed a lot of tea, and it must not be just for his own use or for personal use. Within the territory of the Han Dynasty.”
Why don't you forget to look at Feng Yong's expression after saying this.
Feng Yong's face was slightly gloomy. He Wang said the four words "Han Dynasty" twice in a row, which already explained the problem.
