"Oh, okay, okay, Feng Yong understands. I will definitely study this book carefully and will not disappoint the Prime Minister's good intentions."
Although I still don't quite understand what Zhuge Lao Yao means, since Ma Su has already said this step, it is definitely not a bad thing, so he should deal with it first.
In the final analysis, the reason why Feng Tuluo couldn't figure it out for a while was because he had differences in values and underestimated the importance of the "Tai Gong's Six Tao" in the eyes of the ancients.
Books like "Tai Gong's Six Taoist Teachings" about governing the country, marching and fighting, let alone disciples from poor families, even children from wealthy families may not have the opportunity to read it.
In order for a figure like Zhang Liang to inherit the art of war, he had to go through several deliberate attempts to create difficulties, and he had to be respectful from beginning to end in order to achieve his wish.
It's a pity that Feng Tubiao came from the era of information explosion. As long as you have the heart, what book can't be found?
Therefore, Feng Tubao naturally had less respect and attention for books and knowledge than the ancients.
In his current knowledge, there are only two fixed descendants of Zhuge Lao Yao, first Ma Su and later Jiang Wei.
As for how much he could be taken seriously by Zhuge Yao, to be honest, he had never thought about it.
The authorities are confused, that's all.
How could Ma Su not see that Feng Yong's demeanor lacked the due solemnity?
However, he also knew that this son was a disciple of a master, and he himself came from the treasure mountain. This great gift in the eyes of others may not be in his eyes. He had no choice but to secretly worry about the prime minister's kindness, but Don't waste it.
Alas, the Prime Minister really has good intentions for the big man.
However, when he saw the envious look in Li Yi and Li Qiu's eyes, his somewhat beaten self-confidence finally recovered.
When I saw Guan Ji again, my heart moved again. I thought of how beautiful she looked when she came out with Feng Yong just now. I thought that Feng Mingwen now has so many bonds. Thinking about what he said about not being able to go back to the mountain gate, It must be true.
As long as he can stay in the Han Dynasty with peace of mind, with the Prime Minister's methods, why worry about where he can escape?
As soon as I thought about this, most of the depression in my heart was gone.
"That's all, this is a matter between the Prime Minister and you, and I can't say anything more."
Ma Su pretended to sigh and said, "When I come here this time, there is one more thing I want to ask Feng Langjun."
"Prefect Ma, please speak. Feng Yongzhi will tell you everything."
Feng Yong said quickly.
"It was Feng Langjun who first brought up the wool issue. But does Feng Langjun know that if the big man lets the wool be harvested this year, does Feng Langjun know how much food it will cost and how much wool can be harvested?"
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and then said: "Last year, when Zhuge Liang joined the army in Hanzhong, he went to Ju County to collect wool. One stone of grain was exchanged for two hundred catties of wool. If the cost of harvesting wool alone was not much, it would not be much."
"It's just that that's not how the accounts are calculated. We have to include the cost of transporting grain, the manpower and material resources used to transport it back, plus the need for weaving. That's the bulk of it."
"As for how much wool can be harvested, it is difficult to estimate."
Ma Su slapped his thigh and praised: "This is the truth. It seems that last year, the prime minister made the right move by letting Zhuge join the army and Feng Langjun to try harvesting wool first."
After saying that, he glanced at Feng Yong again and said, "Winning over the barbarians in Liangzhou is related to the plan of recovering the Han Dynasty, so it has to be done. But now the Han Dynasty has not recovered its strength, and the money and food are also tight. I don't know if Feng Mr. Lang, do you have any good ideas for this?"
Feng Yong glanced at Ma Su and saw him looking at him eagerly.
The very familiar aura was the same as that of Zhuge Laoyao's scrambling look.
Do you think I am a bank cash machine?
Of course, it’s not impossible to treat me as a bank, but have you ever seen a bank doing loss-making business?
How could the reputation of a vampire come in vain?
Feng Yong smiled and said, "This is a national matter. Yong is just a boy. How do you know?"
Ma Di straightened up his face and said, "Why is Feng Langjun so down on himself? He is the first young gentleman in the Han Dynasty and is highly valued by the Prime Minister, so how can he become a brat? But if you have an idea, just say it."
Huh? Are you trying to flatter me?
Feng Yong could not have imagined that Ma Su could say such words without changing his face. He was right (black whistle), but you, an old man in his late thirties and almost forty, flattering a teenage boy, It’s very subversive!
Didn't you see that Li Yi and Li Qiu over there were staring blankly?
Li Yi and Li Qiu were both thinking about the same thing, but he was still too thin-skinned...
Now that the words have come to this point, Feng Yong is embarrassed to hide them anymore.
Then he coughed dryly and said: "What Feng Yong was thinking of was nothing more than last year's situation. Hanzhong Mansion harvested wool and the people weaved cloth, and the output was divided into half. In this way, the government treasury will have some money, and the people will have something. Everyone is happy with what they get.”
Public-private partnerships are very good in many cases and can complement each other's advantages.
Folk weaving?
Where did the folk in Hanzhong come from?
Ma Su glanced at Feng Yong and twitched the corner of his mouth.
This kid is really shameless.
Think again about the news I got before coming to Hanzhong. Over in Nanzhong, the royal family wanted the queen to gather blessings for their first child who was about to give birth. In the name of not being able to bear to see the women of Nanzhong suffer, they recruited women on a large scale, without any restrictions from Han officials.
He said that as long as he is willing to come to Hanzhong and work as a weaver, not only can he survive, but he can also have a full meal...
Damn it!
This is the second time today that Ma Su wants to scold his mother.
If this matter doesn't matter to Feng Mingwen in front of him, he can twist off his own head and use it as a chamber pot!
Come to Hanzhong to be a weaver?
Hanzhong doesn't even grow food, so where can the mulberry trees come from?
Besides knitting wool, what else can be knitted?
Thinking of those workshops again, Ma Di felt that this young man was really getting ahead every step of the way.
The Prime Minister couldn't stop this even now. After all, it was in the name of the Queen accumulating blessings for the child in her belly. Who dared to stop it would be cursing the first child of the Han royal family?
Therefore, the Prime Minister had no other choice but to ask Governor Li of Nanzhong to think of ways to recruit more people.
But how can the name of a governor have as much appeal as the name of a royal queen?
I'm afraid this matter was planned by this bastard from the beginning.
Folks, folks, folks!
Are you still a citizen?
Ma Su finally understood why the Prime Minister always screamed like a brat when he mentioned this boy. Sometimes, he could really make people so angry that they felt helpless.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed down and said, "This method is also good, but where will there be so many manpower in Hanzhong? I'm afraid the wool will still have to be transported to Jincheng."
"Prefect Ma must also know that the road to Shu is rugged. If we transport it to Jincheng again, we will have to spend another amount of money and food. It is too wasteful."
Feng Yong took a careful look at Ma Di and saw that he was listening attentively. He was secretly happy. Could this be something interesting?
