"Brother, can't you trust this person?" Guan Ji was shocked, "Then if what he just said was known by those big clans, wouldn't brother..."
"Don't worry. That's just what he thinks, and there's no evidence. Besides, don't people with lots of land at home like the eight-niu plow? I'm afraid they'd be eager to get more, otherwise Jincheng will sell eight-niu plows when they start selling them. It’s not like everyone is rushing to buy an ox plow.”
"As for my teaching people to read and write, that is the work of enlightenment. As long as I don't touch the words of the saints, who can do anything to me?"
Education is something that has always been encouraged. Because the more people were educated, the more obvious the advantage of the nobles who had the power to interpret knowledge became.
Otherwise, why don't you ask those people who only know how to count scriptures to reason with non-informed barbarians? See if they will listen to you?
Could it be that the obedience of the barbarian people relies not on the sharpness of the knife but on the smooth talk?
So even if He Wang went around the world and told people that the smooth-talking Feng Langjun was unkind and unkind to the aristocratic family, I'm afraid not many people would believe him and would instead regard his words as a joke.
The person who is most unkind to the aristocratic family is Zhuge Villager. What can that little Feng Madman accomplish?
So as long as the old demon Zhuge is still in front, Feng Yong can jump around for a day.
However, it is still necessary to think of ways to test it before forgetting.
The opportunity came quickly.
Feng Yong's letter to the queen was sent to Hanzhongye, but Huang Hao from Hanzhongye quickly found Feng Yong with the letter and told him clearly that the letter could not be sent to the queen.
"Why?"
Feng Yong never thought that this matter would get stuck with Huang Hao. His eyes widened and he asked Huang Hao, who was sitting opposite.
"Oh, my Feng Langjun, you are a foreign minister. How can a foreign minister communicate with the queen in the palace so casually? If anyone finds out about this, if not Feng Langjun, you will be a slave. That will also be implicated.”
Huang Hao sat there leisurely and said with a smile when he heard Feng Yong's question.
Only then did Feng Tubiao come to his senses. What he said seemed to make sense.
It is indeed taboo for a foreign minister to have an affair with an inner palace.
But why didn't Li Yi remind himself at first?
Feng Yong looked at Li Yi, only to see Li Yi frown, and said: "But Huang Jiancheng, my brother, the agricultural officer of Hanzhong, can ask questions about all farming and weaving matters in Hanzhong. This matter concerns women. The matter of weaving cloth is considered to be within the brother's responsibilities, so it's okay, right?"
As he spoke, he gestured to Feng Yong, then turned his head and continued to say to Huang Hao, "Besides, this wool weaving thing has never happened before, and my brother is just exploring. Why should you care about the details? Besides, I am considered an angel. I will explain this matter to the Prime Minister in a regular official document, and the Prime Minister will not blame him if he wants to."
Feng Yong was silent, knowing a little bit in his heart that this old demon Zhuge had always been concerned about this matter.
And it seems that he has made an explanation to Li Yi, and he probably delegated the power to himself. As long as he doesn't go too far, he shouldn't be blamed.
The reform great men of later generations have all said, when crossing the river by feeling the stones, don't be afraid of making mistakes, just be afraid of not doing it.
Thinking of this, Feng Tubou, who consciously wore a layer of tiger skin, suddenly became more courageous.
Huang Hao, on the other hand, changed his expression when he heard the word "Prime Minister". Looking at Feng Yong again, he saw him looking at him with a smile, as if what Li Yi said was exactly what he wanted to say. .
There was something in his heart, and the smile on his face became much more sincere: "If it is true as Li Angel said, and the Prime Minister will not blame him, then of course I will not have this worry. I am just too worried, I'm sorry, am I not? live."
"It doesn't matter, it's just my negligence."
Instead, Feng Yong apologized to Huang Hao, "I didn't explain it to Huang Jiancheng. Instead, I let Huang Jiancheng make this trip in vain. Amei!"
"Go, take out ten pieces of woolen cloth from the library and give them to Huang Jiancheng. Remember, take out the three best pieces as well."
Feng Yong ordered Amei who came in to obey the order.
"Brother..."
Zhao Guang became anxious upon hearing this and wanted to speak directly.
Feng Yong winked, and Wang Xun, who was sitting next to him, tugged on Zhao Guang's sleeve and said, "Brother, it's been cold these days. Someone in Di is suffering from frostbite and hasn't been dealt with yet. I can't help here, so why not let me How about going with Erlang to take a look?"
Feng Yong nodded and said, "Yes. Yiwen and Zishi will go and take a look first."
Wang Xun immediately pulled Zhao Guang, bowed to everyone, and then left.
"What Huang Jiancheng doesn't know is that most of the threads spun from this wool are thick. But some of the wool is fine and soft. The cloth woven with the soft wool is not only much warmer than the ordinary wool cloth, but also It’s also more comfortable to wear.”
"I only collected three pieces of this kind of cloth. Huang Jiancheng is very knowledgeable. Why don't you help me see if there are any flaws in this cloth so that I can improve it."
When Huang Hao heard that he could hold ten pieces of woolen cloth, he was so happy that he narrowed his eyebrows. Who doesn't know that this woolen cloth is now an extremely rare thing to keep warm in winter? Except for fur clothes, there is nothing better than it.
When I heard that there were still three best horses, I felt that Feng Yong was really very understanding of people's wishes.
I cut off two ounces of meat from my crotch and entered the palace to serve His Majesty. What was the purpose? Isn’t he just rich?
It is a pity that His Majesty has little power now and cannot even make decisions in matters in the palace. In addition, the Prime Minister advocates frugality, so life in the palace is not very rich. As a member of the Huangmen, where can he get the money?
Finally, I heard that Zhu Yejian under the name of the Shaofu had come up with a plan. After all, the Shaofu was regarded as His Majesty's private residence. I had some ideas at first, but before I could put them into action, the palace came into trouble because of this. After the incident ended, he stopped thinking about it.
Later, the Queen discussed with His Majesty the establishment of a new Hanzhongye specifically for the needs of the palace. This is a good job in theory, but Hanzhong has been abandoned for a long time. How can I live comfortably in the palace there? Therefore, most people in the palace are afraid that they will go to that miserable place.
But he thought more about it, thinking that although the palace was more comfortable than Hanzhong, if he went to Hanzhong, it would represent His Majesty, so why not be more majestic than the palace?
Besides, after all, there is an imperial estate of 100,000 acres in Hanzhong. Even if we have to work hard for two or three years and wait for production, are we still afraid that there will be no oil and water?
That's why he volunteered to become the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd.
I have heard on weekdays that this Feng Langjun is a generous person and a man who can make money.
Now, after a little fiddling with it, I got ten pieces of cloth, which was really refreshing.
From now on, as long as he stays in Hanzhong, will he still be afraid that he will have no money to make money?
"I dare not say how knowledgeable I am, but I have seen a lot of good things in the palace. I will give an explanation to Mr. Feng after I take a closer look at the quality of this cloth."
The smile on Huang Hao's face was even more enthusiastic.
"Then it's up to you, Inspector Huang."
The smile on Feng Yong's face did not diminish and he thanked him.
"It should, it should. Since Li Angel can take on this matter, then this letter from Feng Langjun will be delivered to the Queen as quickly as possible even if I am responsible for it."
"Brother, this eunuch is really bullying others."
Feng Yong stood at the gate of the camp and sent Huang Hao away with a smile on his face. When he heard Zhao Guang say this with anger, his face suddenly turned cold. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the retreating figure. He didn't know what he was thinking. What.
