Seeing Zhang Xiaosi bargaining with the head of the Feng family, General Guan couldn't help it. She glanced at Zhang Xiaosi with a sharp look:
"Can't you position yourself correctly? Or don't you know your identity? Your child's surname is not Zhang, let alone Liu, but Feng."
Zhang Xiaosi wanted to defend himself, but after taking a look at Feng Junhou, he finally sighed:
"If my child's surname wasn't Feng, would I think I was willing to do such a disgusting thing?"
"Now that the prime minister has passed away, no one can say what changes will happen to the court."
Having said this, she looked at General Guan again.
Speaking of this, I thought, didn’t you come out of the Prime Minister’s Mansion at the beginning?
"I said a few days ago that Alang has a heavy army and is in charge of half of the Han territory. How many people are watching?"
"The more it is at this time, the more careful you must be. If I weren't worried..."
Zhang Xiaosi did not finish speaking, because she had said these words countless times, and she probably felt a little annoyed even herself.
At that moment, he waved his hand impatiently, as if he was sulking.
On the other hand, Feng Junhou, relying on his knowledge of future generations, took advantage of it.
In a happy mood, he opened his mouth and made peace:
"Okay, okay, I know you have good intentions and are reminding me to pay attention to the royal family's bottom line. Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Just as Xiao Si said, the Prime Minister is gone.
From now on, there will be no buffer zone between Feng Junhou and the royal family.
Xiaosi, who is caught between the two, is the most difficult to do.
No matter which side you stand on, you will be accused of having a bad ass.
But Feng Junhou can't let the royal family send another person to be the supervisor, right?
If that really happens, Feng Junhou himself will probably be the one who feels uncomfortable.
If it really becomes the standard monarch-subject relationship in history, then I can basically declare that I will start to take care of myself in retirement.
Otherwise, you can’t rebel, right?
After decades of turmoil, the population has dropped by more than half.
Now that there is another rebellion, how many descendants of the Han family will be left in the land of China?
Thinking about it makes me shudder.
The productivity has not reached the standard of qualitative change. Even if the rebellion succeeds regardless of the population, a different person will be the emperor.
Not interesting.
Once I really have the qualifications to become the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard, I will probably have my neck buried in red dust.
You can’t just look at it…
It’s really boring…
Is it even possible to drag history back into its original trajectory and travel through loneliness?
How could Sannomiya and Liuyuan be as interesting as the history of training?
Only by not forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.
It is impossible to create a rebellion, but it is still possible to plant the seeds.
Maybe you can even secretly add some water to encourage the seeds to grow.
Zhang Xiaosi, who didn't know that Feng Junhou was digging a big hole in history, only said that his Alang understood him.
At that moment, I just felt so relieved that I almost shed tears.
She glanced gratefully at the tall A Lang standing next to her, and felt that all her efforts were worth it.
But Feng Junhou's next words made her hold back her tears again.
"But to repair Zheng Guo Canal, the royal family also has to pay for it. We can't just take the land without work."
"Xinghan will take 30% of the land that is opened, and I don't care how the remaining 70% is divided between the royal family and the court. How about that?"
The royal family is the royal family, and the imperial court is the imperial court. The two cannot be confused.
Xinghan would take 30% as the bottom line, otherwise who would do it if there was no benefit and they would have to pay for it?
Now the Xinghan Society is no longer the society that needed to borrow royal skin.
Not only can it produce its own things, but it also has its own logistics network, eliminating the need to rely on independent societies for foreign goods.
As any association gets bigger, it will have all kinds of hills and different interest demands.
This also means that the time for the royal family to just make money has passed. If you want to get involved, you have to show real sincerity.
Zhang Xingyi thought for a moment and nodded:
"I can't make the decision on this matter, but I will convey Alang's wishes to the palace."
"Let's go over there and have a look."
Having decided on this matter, Feng Junhou planned to continue walking forward to take a look.
Although traces of the former officialdom can still be vaguely seen, the waist-high weeds really make people a little hesitant, fearing that a worm may accidentally appear.
A few personal guards were in front with sticks and sweeping around in the grass, trying to scare away the grass and scare the snakes.
Feng Junhou walked a long way along the canal.
From time to time I would squat by the ditch, not knowing what I was looking at.
After spending most of the day, he finally said: "That's it."
With little professional knowledge left in his mind, Civil Engineering Dog had a rough idea about repairing the ditch.
"Let's go back."
In five or six years, the cultivated land around Zhengguo Canal, plus Liangzhou and Longyou, can be reclaimed.
The increase in grain production brought about by the Han's emerging farming technology was enough to support the Han's army to march out of Tongguan, Taihang Mountains and Wuguan.
As for the food in Shu, just keep it and dump it on Wu.
Combined with Dahan's current emerging technologies and economic changes, once the national power forms a snowball effect, it will grow exponentially, rather than being a simple linear addition.
No one present could understand the scene of the Qing Dynasty being beaten by various countries, big and small, better than Feng Junhou.
So he is going to truly start the great era of coal and iron.
It's just that people in the era don't know anything about it.
Not to mention others, even people within the Xinghan Association felt a little incredible when they heard that their brother had made this decision for the Xinghan Association:
"Exchange the land in Guanzhong for the land in the north?!"
"No, brother, you weren't... deceived by someone, were you?"
If it weren't for the fact that Feng Hui's leader had accumulated prestige for a long time and had been leading the Xinghan Hui on the right path over the years.
Xu Xun almost said that he was deceived by sex.
He saw his elder brother leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he leaned over and asked quietly:
"President, please tell me the truth about this matter, is it..."
He said, pointing to the south.
"Is it something?"
Feng Junhou didn't open his eyes, he just asked.
We agreed that we would only be away for two days, but we didn't expect that we would be away for more than half a month.
Of course, running outside is better than staying at home.
It was exposed to wind and sun, and I couldn't eat well. I ran around every day doing field surveys.
Although he had a grasp of the public sentiment on the front line, he was still very tired.
Unfortunately, I still can't feel at peace when I return to my house.
She has to deal with six children during the day and four mothers at night.
What a bitter life!
Finally, while the child was taking a nap, Feng Junhou was able to have a moment of peace.
"Brother, are you in the palace?"
Xu Xun looked around and saw that no one was coming to disturb him at this time, so he asked quietly.
"Is this what the palace wants? Does it want us brothers to provide money and food?"
If this is the case, then the palace's appetite is a bit too much.
It's easy to talk about anything during a war.
After all, when doing business, you always have to invest capital first.
Now that the battle is over, isn't it time to collect dividends?
Why is there still heavy bleeding?
"So, but not really."
Feng Junhou said lazily.
Xu Xun was a little confused: "Brother, what does this mean?"
Feng Junhou yawned for a long time, feeling a little sleepy.
Xu Xun was a little anxious:
"Brother, when we were in Jincheng, others occupied the good land first and we didn't have a share. There's nothing to say about that."
"It's not easy to have such an opportunity now. This is Guanzhong! But in the future, as for the Han Dynasty's capital, even if we exchange ten acres in the north for one here, we will lose money!"
There are not many people in Guanzhong now. If everyone has the ability to cultivate it, they can enclose as much land as they can, and future generations will not have to worry.
"impossible."
Feng Junhou rubbed his eyes: "It would be fine if he were just the emperor, but the queen in the harem is not a simple person."
"You don't know what Xinghan will look like now? Is there any aristocratic family in the Han Dynasty that can compare with it?"
The Xinghan Hui has now become a powerful clan. If the imperial court allows the Xinghan Hui to encroach on Guanzhong, who will have the final say in Guanzhong in the future?
What is the difference between moving the capital from Shuzhong to Guanzhong?
"When the imperial court cracked down on powerful powerful people a few years ago, I also planned many things. It's not like you haven't participated in suppressing food prices."
"Don't you still know the court's attitude towards wealthy families?"
As he said that, he glanced at Xu Xun:
"Why does the imperial court only allow me to serve as a minister and not to serve as a minister? Is there really no other reason besides my lack of qualifications?"
Using seniority as an excuse is just an excuse.
Did Feng Junhou step by step from being without an official position to where he is today because of nepotism?
Of course, it depends on a little bit, but just a little bit.
When it comes to military and political achievements, how many people in the Han Dynasty can compare with Feng Junhou?
It's just because this is a sensitive period, and the emperor will not train another powerful minister before taking control of the court.
What's more, the Xinghan Society, founded by the powerful official himself, has greater energy than the powerful families.
As long as Zhang Xingcai's political IQ is on the human average, it is impossible to allow the Xinghan Society to over-expand in Guanzhong.
Hearing his brother's words, Xu Xun couldn't help but feel a little angry:
"I just want to pass on more land to my descendants, isn't that all?"
"How much do you want?" Feng Junhou glanced at Xu Xun, "How much is too much?"
"There is nothing wrong with wanting to pass on more land to our descendants, but the mistake lies in the fact that Xinghan will be one and the same."
Xu Xun clicked his tongue:
What my brother said, if there was no unified Xinghan Association, where would we be today?
Seeing Xu Xun's tangled look, Feng Junhou smiled:
"Don't worry. Over the years, when have I ever let everyone suffer? I've made a lot of money by exchanging the land in Guanzhong for the land in the north. I don't know if it can be passed down to three generations."
"But I know that if this thing is done well, we can make money in five years that three generations could not make."
Xu Xun's eyes widened again:
"Brother, don't lie to me. After all, I have stayed there for nearly half a year, and I have already asked the barbarians over there."
"It's not that you can't farm there. Hu'er, the Xiongnu, also farmed there back then. It was half farming and half pastoral, but it was far from comparable to that in Guanzhong."
"And it's not like you can grow sugar cane there, let alone tea, like you can in Nanzhong. It's a huge loss no matter what!"
Feng Junhou shook his head, stretched out his little thumb, and said with a smile:
"It's small, the layout is small, how much money can we make by farming?"
There was a mystery on his face:
"There are better things than grain in the fields to the north."
When Xu Xun heard this, he immediately became excited, moved closer, and asked nervously:
"Brother, brother, could it be something yellow and white?"
As he spoke, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"black."
Xu Xun: "?"
"coal."
"Charcoal?" Xu Xun was not too disappointed, thinking thoughtfully, "Then...it's not bad."
Most of the coking coal refined in Nanxiang was sold to the imperial court, which then used it to make iron.
Some are made into briquettes and sold specifically for heating in the city in winter.
Now even Jincheng has coal stoves produced by Xinghanhui's workshops.
Nowadays, in the cities of Han Dynasty, every household with some spare money will buy a small coal stove.
Burning coal for heating in winter and cooking on weekdays are very convenient.
The coal used by the imperial court and the private sector were different, but a considerable part of the consumption was supplied by Xinghanhui.
It is definitely impossible to make huge profits, but this is a steady stream of money.
Over time, I made a lot of money, but no matter what, it can't be compared with woolen materials and brown sugar.
But it is much better than selling grain to Jingzhou.
After figuring this out, Xu Xun suddenly slapped his thigh:
"Wonderful, brother!"
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Feng Junhou with burning eyes.
Feng Junhou was originally listless, but when he was so startled and deceived, he was so frightened that he almost slid off his chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Brother, be careful, be careful!"
Xu Xun quickly supported Feng Junhou and said with a smile of admiration:
"It turns out that my brother had a premeditated plan. My brother is right. It's because my brother's situation has become too small. His situation has become too small."
Feng Junhou looked at him with some confusion:
How could you see things that even Zhang Xiaosi couldn't see? Could it be that you hid yourself before?
"Brother, Guanzhong is cold, much colder than Hanzhong."
Xu Xun helped Feng Junhou sit down, and then rubbed his hands, "Let alone the North, if there is no heating, then as many people as possible will freeze to death."
"Think about it, how much charcoal will be used in such a cold weather?"
Xu Xun was excited just thinking about it.
Whether it is transported from the hometown of Jiuyuan to Guanzhong along the Qinzhi Road, or from Pingcheng to Hedong, it is very convenient!
Not to mention that Guanzhong will still be the capital of the Han Dynasty after that, which is the center of the entire Han Dynasty.
The capital's arsenal is meant to supply the whole country.
The population of the capital city is the largest in the world.
How much coking coal and briquettes will be consumed by then?
No matter how flat or straight Qin Zhidao is, he may not be lucky enough!
Maybe the engineering team of the Xinghan Hui can also have a big meal of meat...
Thinking of this, Xu Xun just wanted to dance with joy:
"It's done, it's done, brother! Brother, you are really gifted with talents, unfathomable, and far-sighted..."
What is that little bit of land in Guanzhong?
The court wants it?
Give, give, give!
With the coal from Heping City in the North, it might be passed down to ten generations, let alone three generations!
Hu people?
Hu people are nothing!
It’s all fucking mining labor!
Seeing Xu Xun almost going crazy with joy, Feng Junhou added quietly: "There is also iron."
"ha?"
Xu Xun froze immediately.
He opened his mouth and looked at his brother blankly.
"The best coal and iron in Dahan are all there."
"Plop!"
Xu Xun was unsteady and knelt down directly. He rolled around and hugged Feng Junhou's thigh:
"Brother, brother, you are the biological brother of our Xinghan Society. No one is as close as you!"
Feng Junhou lowered his head and said slowly:
"I heard there is a silver mine over there at Langshan Mountain."
"Brother, even if I act like a cow or a horse, I can't repay your kindness!"
I don’t want the land in Guanzhong, I don’t want it all, I want Jiuyuan and Heping City!
Whoever dares not to let Xinghanhui serve the country and open up frontiers, we will rebel!
