"Da Sinong is joking, why don't you pay back? You don't have to pay back!"
Feng Yong had a smile on his face, and thought in his heart: How dare I work so hard and make so many contributions to the Han Dynasty, yet in the eyes of you, Old Demon Zhuge, I am judged like this?
You said that you, a majestic prime minister, actually followed the example of a talkative woman and manipulated others behind their backs, pretending that you were not the son of a man!
Seeing the dissatisfaction on Feng Yong's face, Qin Mi smiled again, "Don't misunderstand me, sir. This is just a joke made by the Prime Minister when I was talking and laughing with him in private."
"The original meaning of the Prime Minister is that the monarch is good at calculation and layout, and is a rare planner."
Oh I got it.
When Feng Yong heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little smug. It turned out that I had such comments from the incomparable evil figure?
Just when I was about to feel complacent, I suddenly felt something was wrong: Isn't that the sentence "cruel and cruel Xiao Wenhe"?
You bad old man, you are so bad!
"Da Si Nong has received the award."
Forget it, seeing as this old man is half-dead, just take it as a compliment and stop arguing with him.
Qin Mi shook his head and said, "I haven't received any awards."
As he spoke, there was a look of emotion on his face. He pointed at himself first and said, "Do you know what I was doing when I was sixteen?"
How could I guess this?
Feng Yong shook his head.
"At that time, I was studying hard. Do you know what the prime minister was doing when he was sixteen?"
"I don't know."
Feng Yong shook his head again.
"When the prime minister was sixteen, his uncle Zhuge Gong, who raised him, passed away. This experience was somewhat similar to that of the princes. However, after taking care of Zhuge Gong's funeral, the prime minister lived in seclusion in Nanyang and concentrated on studying."
"Ten years later, when the prime minister was twenty-seven years old, he came out of the country at the invitation of the late emperor. When he was just starting out, he decided to divide the world into three parts. He was astonished by the world and was called a genius in the world."
"As for me, I was already past my prime when I became an official. Even so, it was just because of my age. When the late emperor insisted on setting out to conquer Soochow, I was unable to dissuade him."
At this point, Qin Mi pointed at Feng Yong again and said, "When Junjun was sixteen years old, he had already left the mountain. Sitting in the field, talking and laughing, he proposed two strategies. One was to pacify the Han Dynasty with Soochow, and the other was to make a decision. South China will prosper Hanzhong."
No, no, no, at that time I was almost scared to death by the old demon Zhuge, and there was no conversation or laughter.
Feng Yong wanted to explain, but saw that Qin Mi was in a lively conversation and couldn't interrupt him.
And this old man talks very nicely, so just keep listening.
"Because of the king, the Han Dynasty, within three years, the land of Longxing, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, became prosperous again, and the people in Shu were in full bloom and had no worries about food and clothing. The barbarians in the south were shocked to hear the name of the ghost king and swore not to rebel."
Qin Mi became more and more excited as he talked, and a slight flush appeared on his dry face.
But Feng Yong's face turned redder and he said quickly, "Da Sinong, it's over. It's the Prime Minister's credit to pacify Nanzhong, not mine."
"Nothing! Not at all." Qin Mi waved his hand and said, "Nanzhong was naturally pacified by the prime minister, but it is common for the people of Nanyi to be brave and aggressive, disobeying education, and then surrender and rebel again."
"But Junhou, look at Nanzhong today. Apart from Yuejun, how can there be any rebellion? If there was no Junhou's plan, how could the current stability be achieved?"
"Those who disobeyed discipline," Qin Mi's old face came over and laughed in a low voice, "before the Nanzhong Gaojiang Governor's Mansion sent out troops, the barbarians had already broken through the village by themselves, and captured all of them, young and old. Go and sell it as labor force..."
"This move is wonderful!"
Qin Mi extended his thumb.
When Feng Yong heard this, he was stunned on the spot.
This business...have even the barbarians learned to do it?
Damn it, who taught these simple ethnic brothers bad things?
What's wonderful? This move is simply sinister and cruel!
When the barbarians in Nanzhong who surrendered to Grandpa Zhuge found out that under the banner of quelling the rebellion, they could openly and openly grab food and territory, and at the same time sell slaves and make a lot of money, how could they not go crazy? Kill those barbarians who "refuse to accept enlightenment"?
Just look at how crazy the vigilante groups were back then.
There are no more barbarians who can't be said to be "disobedient to enlightenment", and there will be people who will extend their sinful hands to those small and weak tribes.
is it possible?
It's absolutely certain.
In a wild land, following the law of the jungle is the most normal thing.
In the end, it might even lead to a fight between the major tribes.
Anyway, Nanzhong can only be regarded as a semi-controlled and semi-directed place at best. The imperial court controls Nanzhong through the powerful clans and barbarian princes. As for what happens below, as long as it does not involve rebellion, the tribes generally have the final say.
In this situation, the imperial court just used an excuse to turn a blind eye, and maybe even secretly added fuel to the flames, making the tribes fight more fiercely.
It is a good thing to weaken the strength of the tribes in Nanzhong.
Taking over the labor is even more of a joy!
As long as the imperial court pays attention to balancing the various forces, fighting which ones it pulls, and suppressing which ones it supports, it can contain the entire Nanzhong with a small number of troops. I don't know how happy it is...
If the tribes in Nanzhong are really jealous, and when they have run out of strength and all their blood has been shed, the imperial court will step in to clean up the mess and change the tyranny to direct jurisdiction, wouldn't it be cool?
The more Feng Yong thought about it, the more he broke into a cold sweat.
This kind of handwriting has not escaped, it is definitely the work of a certain demon.
"During the Prime Minister's southern expedition, the prince passed through the three counties of Zangke, Yizhou, and Zhuti. Nowadays, all three counties are extremely peaceful, except for Yuejun. The prince did not go there at that time, so there is still rebellion. Now that the monarch has specially led his troops there, where else can those rebels from Yuejun go?"
Qin Mi was still chattering, and looked at Feng Yong with a look of admiration.
"I...it's not me. I've never done it. Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Sinong!"
Feng Yongkou said without hesitation, "Those three counties, the barbarians in those three counties...were afraid of being beaten by the Prime Minister and did not dare to rebel. They have nothing to do with me at all! It's just a coincidence, a coincidence! Da Sinong, you want Believe me!"
Looking at Qin Mi, he saw an expression on his face that said "You are indeed Xiao Wenhe". Feng Yong suddenly felt that he had been wronged.
"Besides, I've never been to Yongchang County. Isn't Yongchang County also good?"
"What did the Lord say? Yongchang has never been the opposite, he has always been good."
Qin Mi said with a hint of blame.
"This this……"
Feng Yong was dumbfounded. In his desperation, he actually forgot about this incident.
"Even the prime minister didn't hide the Nanzhong plan from me, so why should the prince hide it from me?"
Qin Mi said again slightly unhappy.
"What is Nanzhong planning?"
Feng Yong wondered what I was planning?
"The prince suggested that the prime minister and the barbarians form an alliance in Wei County and erect a monument as evidence. At the same time, he also used ghosts and gods as witnesses to establish stability in Nanzhong for at least twenty years. Isn't this the case?"
"Yes, there is, but this matter of selling labor..."
"Who doesn't know that Fengzhuang has a group of officials?" The displeasure on Qin Mi's face became even stronger, "Why did the Lord cover up to me like this? The Prime Minister said that it was the Lord who first suggested selling labor. , and he was the first to come to him to buy labor."
"How dare you say that this scheme of selling labor has nothing to do with you?"
Damn it!
The old demon Zhuge didn't even sell me 500 laborers back then!
Feng Tubiao remembers it well!
How can I explain this in detail?
Seeing Feng Yong speechless, Qin Mi sighed, "The prince has been out of the mountain for three years, and all his plans are breathtaking. I have lived a mediocre life, and I don't want to be looked down upon by the prince." In my eyes, it is only natural that I don’t want to talk to me anymore.”
Let me say it again, this bad old man who relies on his old age and sells his old age is really bad!
Feng Yong grinned, feeling a bit toothache, but since he came today and had something to ask of this old man, it seemed that he could only follow his wishes.
At that moment, he said shamelessly, "What did Da Sinong say? These guys... these, um, plans are mostly just the beginning, and the rest are improved and implemented by the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister is the most ingenious. "
"The Prime Minister is certainly extremely intelligent, but why is the Lord so young and so talented? The Lord must not be self-effacing."
Qin Mi said with a smile.
Be good, don't be humble.
This old man was worthy of being the person who directly convinced Zhang Wen. He even put Feng Langjun to shame with his arrogant words.
Feng Yong was speechless and was about to change the topic. At this time, he suddenly realized that Qin Mi had been talking about this for a long time, and he had dropped the original topic.
"Da Si Nong, as I just said, there is an industry..."
Qin Mi waved his hand and sighed, "My knowledge and virtue are not enough to convince the public, but to occupy the high position of Jiu Qing secretly is considered unworthy of my virtue."
"My son Qin Yuan has mediocre talents. He is already blessed to be able to enjoy my kindness. How can he dare to hope for wealth? With the ability of a monarch, it must be extraordinary to be able to say such things as heirlooms. Foundation.”
"It was okay when I was alive, but if I pass away, this kind of property will be in his hands, which will be not a blessing but a curse."
Feng Yong looked at Qin Mi with surprise and admiration in his eyes.
I don’t know how many people in Shu wanted to join the industry in my hands but couldn’t get it. I didn’t expect that the old man in front of me could turn away the benefits that he offered me. How clear-headed does this have to be?
"It's Yong Menglang."
Feng Yong said apologetically.
"Your Majesty has good intentions, why did Meng Lang say that?" Qin Mi shook his head and asked, "Your Majesty came to my house to give such a great gift. I think you must have something to ask for, right?"
"There is something wrong. I want to ask Da Sinong what he means."
"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter if you say so."
"I wonder if Da Sinong knows about this person who is engaged in Fei Gongju in Yongchang?"
"Of course I know." Qin Mi glanced at Feng Yong, "Why did the Lord suddenly ask about this person?"
"What do you think of this person, Da Sinong?"
When Qin Mi heard Feng Yong's question, his eyes flickered again, but he did not speak immediately. He pondered for a while and then said, "Fei Gongju is a talented person. He is upright by nature and likes to speak his mind."
Having said this, he glanced at Feng Yong again, "It is precisely because of this that he is usually not liked by others, and it is difficult for him to achieve his ambitions."
"I just don't know if I still care about his ambitions?"
Feng Yong asked.
Qin Mi's face perked up, he stared at Feng Yong closely, and asked, "Fei Gongju once violated the wishes of the late emperor, so he was demoted to work in Yongchang County. How dare you use this person?"
Feng Yong did not reply below, but just scratched his hair and said, "Yongchang County belongs to Nanzhong, Yuejun can also be regarded as Nanzhong, right? A few days ago, Huawan, the daughter of the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo, came to me and said that she wanted to Open a racecourse in Yuejun..."
"Your Majesty, have you agreed?"
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, Qin Mi interrupted him directly and asked a little hastily.
Feng Yong nodded, "Yes, she is the young ruler of the Zhurong tribe and the daughter of Meng Huo, the head of the Meng family, so there is no shortage of manpower."
"Besides, Yunnan horses are originally produced in Nanzhong, so she will have channels to find stallions. The only thing she lacks is money and food. So I thought about helping her find some people who are willing to provide money and food."
Speaking of this, Feng Yong glanced at Qin Mi.
Even if Qin Mi doesn't think about himself and his descendants, he is still a top official in Shu, and he has a large number of disciples and disciples behind him who hope to eat with him.
And all of his disciples, disciples and grandsons are inextricably linked to the aristocratic families in Sichuan.
The horse farm run by Feng Yong himself belongs to the rich and powerful in a specific circle, and ordinary people are not qualified to touch it.
But others want to open a racecourse, but lack technical support.
So I could only stare blankly as those people behind Feng Yong rolled up their sleeves and prepared to eat with their mouths full.
Now that he heard that Feng Yong was planning to support Huawan and open a horse racing farm, Qin Mi suddenly felt that something might happen to the nineteen-year-old monarch in front of him.
According to the temperament of this young but far-sighted monarch, this is almost certain.
The price to pay for participating depends on how big the young monarch's appetite is.
It's just that the interests involved are too great. Even if he knows that Feng Yong may be digging a hole, Qin Mi still has to ask the matter clearly.
"How is this racecourse opened?"
"Whoever has money and food support will be given a share. But on weekdays, no one else can interfere with how the horse farm manages and raises the horse. When the horse farm has output, the profits will be divided according to the share."
Qin Mi frowned, "I have a share of the horse farm but I can't control it. I just let that barbarian girl do the work. Who dares to invest money and food in it?"
"But if you invest money and food in and you can assign people to take care of things, let's not talk about who has the final say in this racecourse. It's just you and me saying one thing on weekdays. There are many people and many hands, arguing with each other. I'm afraid that everything will go wrong in the end. It's not as good as No one can control it.”
"But when it comes to money and food, it is a big deal, so I thought of finding someone who everyone can trust to supervise. The daily money and food coming in and out will be through his hands before being transferred to the garland. The output of the racecourse will also be calculated clearly by him. , and then allocate."
"Fei Gongju?"
Qin Mi finally understood.
Feng Yong nodded, "That's right. Da Sinong also said that Fei Gongju is upright by nature. If he is the one to supervise, everyone should rest assured."
"I'm afraid Fei Gongju will be too busy alone."
"It's okay, Mr. Feng Yong," Feng Yong came over. "Each family can send one person to follow Fei Gongju to calculate the money and food. This way, we won't worry about any mistakes."
"That's a good idea."
Qin Mi nodded and looked at Feng Yong again, "What do you want, then?"
"What?"
Feng Yong was a little stunned. What was this old man talking about?
"The Lord promised such a huge benefit, what do you want?"
Qin Mi spoke more clearly.
It is possible that Feng Yongyong did not know which force he represented, and it was also impossible that he did not know who would be involved in the end.
Obviously, Huawan’s racecourse is aimed at locals in Yizhou.
Although the local people in Yizhou are now divided into two groups: those who support Ji Han and those who watch with cold eyes, the broken bones are still connected, and the complex relationships between aristocratic families and wealthy families can eventually be connected as long as they are willing.
Moreover, Tanglang's copper mine has opened an opening for the wealthy people in Sichuan, and now this horse farm is likely to be the second opening.
But what does Feng Langjun want?
Qin Mi was a little unsure.
"I don't want to do anything, it's just to be entrusted by others and to be loyal to others."
Feng Yong looked very sincere.
Qin Mi took a deep breath. It seemed that Feng Junhou had a big appetite this time!
Not wanting anything means wanting everything.
