"Are you willing to give up the benefits of this wool?"
Zhuge Liang was silent for a long time and finally asked.
"Liangzhou merges with Jizhou, where is there no wool? It is not the behavior of a man to stick to the Yinping Wudu."
Feng Yong said pretending to be generous.
The woolen cloth industry cannot allow itself to remain a monopoly.
According to Feng Yong's estimation, he can have a monopoly for up to three years.
Because the shortest contract for a weaver in the workshop is three years, and the longest is five years.
Three years later, the first batch of weavers will become free men.
In five years a large number of weavers will be free men.
Although Feng Yong quietly dug a hole, most of these free men may still stay in the workshop due to the lack of land for farming, but there will always be people lost to the outside in various forms.
A very small number of people may really want to go out and have a look.
There are also some people who may be poached by someone at a high price.
Feng Yong had no intention of taking preventive measures against this situation.
Because wool processing is a powerful tool to control the surrounding nomadic peoples, and it is also the interest that drives the Central Plains farming people to expand to the surrounding areas, it must become a huge industry.
This industry cannot be supported by just the companies around Feng Yong, and more people need to participate.
All he needs to do is take the initial huge profits.
He can even use wool to lure the indigenous families in Yizhou to look north.
Instead of letting them keep their eyes on this three-thirds of an acre of land in Shuzhong.
As long as it is profitable, Feng Yong believes that the greed of capital will drive the aristocratic families in Shu to righteously shout slogans such as "reviving the Han Dynasty and returning the old capital."
Even after the Han Dynasty was restored, some people would definitely continue to shout impassionedly, "Anyone who offends our powerful Han Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away" and so on.
In this era where the Han people have a high sense of superiority, doing this kind of thing is simply easy.
The key to this matter is: the Northern Expedition must succeed.
"Okay! I didn't expect that at your age, you would have such vision and broadmindedness."
Zhuge Liang praised loudly.
Feng Turtle's face turned red.
How can the chairman and major shareholder of the Federal Reserve be as happy as monopolizing the woolen cloth business?
Bill Gates simply doesn't look good enough in front of Wall Street.
Zhuge Liang naturally didn't know what Feng Tubol was thinking. The more he looked at the Tubol across from him, the more he sighed in his heart. How great would it be if this son could have left the mountain ten years earlier?
At that time, the Han Dynasty still had two states of Jing and Yi, the Five Tiger Generals were still there, and there were many advisers like rain. If we add this son's ability to make money and care for the people, it would be more certain to revive the Han Dynasty. .
Now there are thirteen states in the world, Cao Cao has occupied nine states, and the Han Dynasty has only one state left.
Moreover, after the defeat of Jingzhou and the defeat of Yiling, the Han Dynasty had been seriously weakened. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Han Dynasty is in the critical autumn of life and death.
If the four fortress areas of Yizhou are relatively safe, they can be defended based on danger, but if they want to conquer the world, the journey will be too long, and the dangerous passes are also very dangerous for the Han Dynasty.
How difficult it is to use the land of one state to conquer the land of nine states!
However, the labor sales in Nanzhong made the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty see Feng Yong's terrifying ability in manipulating money.
If he could still achieve this in the matter of copper mines, then what further could he achieve if he paid for it with the taxes of a state?
When Zhuge Liang thought of this, he only felt a kind of horror, but he couldn't help but feel a little joyful.
If one state can do what three states can do...
Thinking of this, even people like the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty could not restrain their excitement.
But when he looked at Feng Yong, his eyes flickered a little, and he hesitated and doubted at the same time, but in the end he couldn't help but asked what he had buried in his heart for a long time, "What does the master behind you want?"
"What?"
Feng Yong was a little confused and said, "What about the national debt? What are you doing with my teacher?" Can our topic not go so far?
"When the late emperor was seriously ill, it was the day you came out of the army. When the Han Dynasty was in critical condition, your sect began to take action. Why? And it was such a big deal. What do you want?"
Zhuge Liang took two steps back and forth, with a conflicted look on his face. He looked at Feng Yong with extremely complicated eyes, "Taking the world's layout as a chess game, I don't believe that your sect really wants nothing."
That's because I happened to travel through time at that time, and it wasn't a choice I could make.
Feng Yong scratched his scalp and felt a little annoyed. People like this who are too smart just like to think wildly.
Obviously, the labor trafficking incident in Nanzhong has deeply stimulated Zhuge Lao Yao, and the Northern Expedition is his wish for the rest of his life. It seems that he intends to completely stabilize the rear before the Northern Expedition.
As a person who often encounters unexpected situations, it seems that he is the key target of monitoring.
So I just said I just don’t trust politicians.
Although the old demon Zhuge asked this question at this time, he was a qualified prime minister of the Han Dynasty.
Feng Yong pondered and looked at Zhuge Liang slowly, "I'm just afraid that if I say it, I will scare the prime minister."
"As long as it's not detrimental to the big man, it doesn't matter."
Zhuge Liang took a deep breath.
Although in the past two years or so, he has determined that this son and the disciples behind him have great goodwill towards the big man, and are even trying their best to help the big man as much as possible.
But as long as he couldn't figure out what his master wanted after Feng Yong's death, he would never feel at ease.
Seeing Feng Yong becoming more and more important to the Han Dynasty, and the day of the Northern Expedition getting closer, he felt more uneasy in his heart.
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but be a little excited to hear this son's personal admission today.
I saw that Feng Yong's expression was sacred and serious, solemn and solemn, and he said word by word: "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
His expression was like the passionate oath he made when he was young in his previous life.
Zhuge Liang obviously thought that Feng Yong was reciting his master's oath. When he heard this, he was shocked, with a look of shock on his face. Then he couldn't help but hold his hands and asked solemnly: "Dare I ask?" Can you explain it to Liang?"
Feng Tubao originally wanted to scare Zhuge Liang with these words to prevent him from always being suspicious, but he didn't expect that when he saw the Han Prime Minister's behavior, demeanor, tone, and words, it was obvious that he took it seriously.
I deceived Zhuge Liang. He was waiting for me to answer the question seriously. What should I do? Waiting online, quite urgent.
Feng Tibi felt a little wet on his back. Today, his body was really wet and dry, and dry and wet again.
Feng Yong was heard coughing dryly, and he tried his best to keep his expression calm.
Damn it, if he loses control and reveals his secrets, I wonder if the burly prime minister will chop himself into pieces?
"Human beings are the heart of heaven and earth, so benevolence to the people and loving things is to establish a heart for heaven and earth."
"This is a great thing to say."
Zhuge Liang deeply agreed.
The late Emperor was a benevolent man, so many civil servants and generals followed him without abandonment.
"A saint shares good fortune and misfortune with the people. There has never been a time when everyone was worried but he could be happy alone, and when everyone was in danger he could be alone at peace. Therefore, a benevolent person must make a determination so that nothing in the world is out of place. . This is to establish a destiny for the sake of the people."
"good!"
Zhuge Liang cheered loudly again.
"Just two more sentences and you can pass the test."
Feng Yong thought silently, and then continued racking his brains.
"In the past, saints opened private schools and taught tirelessly. It has been nearly 800 years since they taught without distinction. However, nowadays, all the knowledge in the world is concentrated in the noble families. Ordinary people want to read a book but can't get it. This is the trend."
"Furthermore, since Emperor Xiaowu of Qin, among the hundreds of schools of thought, only Confucianism remains, and the teachings of other sages have gradually disappeared. The seniors of the school felt this and once sighed, 'A flower blooming alone is not spring, but spring fills the garden with thousands of purples and reds.' This is the desire to carry on the unique learning for the saints."
"What a magnificent statement!"
Zhuge Liang sighed.
"Today there is great chaos, the world is boiling, the people are in dire straits, the bones are exposed in the wild, and people who change their sons and eat them are everywhere. It is really terrible. It is the disciple of the old master who teaches Yong Jue to help the prime minister, revive the Han Dynasty, and make the world peaceful and long-term. If it survives, the people will live and work in peace and contentment.”
When Feng Yong said this, he bowed and saluted.
"Thank you!"
Zhuge Liang bowed deeply.
Feng Tibi quietly wiped away his sweat.
"Cheng believes me?"
"You made the Quyuan Plow and the Eight Oxen Plow, and now the common people of Han Dynasty can have more food, all thanks to you. You also set up a school in Nanxiang, and even the children of slaves can attend the school. This can be said to be an education without distinction!"
"With two proofs, I know what you said is true." Zhuge Liang sighed, "If I don't believe it, wouldn't I be insulting your disciple?"
Feng Tibi quietly wiped his hands in cold sweat again.
When Li Feng and Wang You, who were guarding the door of the cell, saw the prime minister coming out with a glowing face, they couldn't help but have a thought in their minds at the same time: The prime minister and his brother didn't know what they were talking about. They seemed to be having a great time talking!
The Prime Minister was heard saying to Lu Yi, the Ling of Jincheng who had been guarding outside, "After I return, I will send another heavy force to guard this place. Before that, no one is allowed to enter without my warrant."
Heavy troops?
Is Feng Langjun going to death to offend the prime minister?
Lu Yi was surprised when he heard this.
Then the Prime Minister said to Li Feng and Wang You, "You two take my warrant to Fengzhuang outside the city, give it to Madam Guan, and ask her to send some paper and pens to the prison. "
After Li Feng and Wang You agreed in unison, they looked at each other: "Have you never heard of a prisoner having to provide his own paper and pen when writing a confession?"
