"When we finally built the road, didn't we have cement and an engineering team?"

Too lazy to explain this to them, Feng Yong said something random.

Are cement and engineering teams worth so much?

Zhao Guang and Li Yi were even more confused.

Feng Yong didn't have time for them to continue to dwell on this issue, and continued, "The second thing is for you, Wenxuan. The Prime Minister wants to raise some money and grain to mine copper in Tanglang County, and Xungui's family probably doesn't have much food.

, it can only come from the big families in Shu."

In the past two years, Xungui first cultivated Hanzhong, and this year he bought a large number of laborers. Finally, if Feng Yong opened a horse ranch, it is estimated that many people would be in debt.

Their family fortune is not much to begin with, and after two years of hard work, they may not have much money left.

The fields and manors in Hanzhong and Nanzhong, the labor in the manors, and the food produced in the fields are the greatest assets they can get now.

No matter how much you squeeze it, you won't get any oil or water out.

Therefore, our eyes can only turn to the wealthy families in Shu.

"How can I get the rich people in Shu to provide this money and food? I'm afraid the prime minister will have to personally come forward to do this, right?"

When Li Yi heard this, his expression was even more frightened than before.

My brother thinks too highly of himself.

Even if the Prime Minister comes forward in person, it may not be easy.

"Listen to me. This money and food are mortgaged with two workshops in Hanzhong, Nanzheng and Nanxiang, and pastures. The imperial court is the guarantee, and the prime minister is the witness. Every month, the woolen cloth produced by the workshop will be used to repay interest.

The money and part of the capital will be paid off in three or five years."

"Hey, brother, it's not like we want to mine copper, why are we asked to mortgage the workshop and pasture in Hanzhong?"

Zhao Guang interrupted and asked.

"madness!"

Feng Yong cursed, "How do you think you got the position of guard of Ju County? Why did the Prime Minister ask me to recommend Wenxuan and Wei Ran? Why did the Prime Minister ask us to build the artificial stone road? Why did the two thousand horses

Sell ​​us the horse?"

Feng Yong and the others could use others as white gloves, but Zhuge Lao Yao actually used himself as a white glove in this matter.

As for whether the two people in the palace should agree to this matter, Feng Yong doesn't need to worry. Anyway, with the majestic prime minister here, everything is not a problem.

Feng Tubao has always been small-minded, and if he dares to trick his own people... he must be prepared to be tricked by himself.

It’s all for the big man anyway, right?

With the emergence of the Quyuan plow and the eight-oxen plow, coupled with the labor trafficking in Nanzhong, the land controlled by the nobles expanded rapidly, although it did not reach a level comparable to that of the indigenous families in Sichuan.

But the imperial court has begun to get rid of its dependence on the aristocratic family for food.

The fact that food prices have not risen in the past two years is proof of this.

Here Feng Tubiao produced high-quality paper, and Zhuge Laoyao began editing classics again.

This is obviously an attempt to take advantage of the family's knowledge monopoly.

Although this process is somewhat long, it may take five, ten, twenty years, or even two or three generations, but signs have already appeared.

When the two powerful weapons in hand are controlled, whoever comes next will panic.

The wealthy families in central Sichuan are now a bit like the hot money that has been forcibly locked in high housing prices in future generations. They can't find any way out and are in desperate need of an outlet.

When encountering this kind of situation, most people will either resist or surrender.

It is definitely impossible to resist. The old demon Zhuge is very terrifying. As long as he is around, there is definitely no way to resist.

The Huang Yuan Rebellion and the Nanzhong Rebellion are examples.

I am not willing to surrender. After all, I have been tricked so badly before, and the laws of the Han Dynasty are so strict now, and I have no privileges at all.

The ninth-grade official method of Cao Wei in the north is so good. We like it very much. Why hasn't Master Wang come yet?

The Shuzhong family was anxious and a little panicked, but someone finally gave them a chance. I believe many people will try to pay for it.

Of course it's not because they believe the court will relax restrictions on them, but they won't let go of this opportunity to separate the eggs.

Now is the darkest moment in the eyes of the big families in Sichuan. As long as there is an opportunity to divert and retain the fire, they will firmly seize it - who knows how many years this dark moment will last?

The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death. You won’t die if you try, right?

Maybe we can find a third way out?

Zhao Guang was scolded twice by his brother for being stupid and did not dare to say anything anymore.

Auntie Huang is right. When she encounters things she doesn't understand with her brother, she is just too stupid. She just needs to be obedient and don't think too much.

My brother will not harm himself.

But Li Yi was shocked when he heard what his brother said. Would the Prime Minister... also do such a thing?

But think about it, it seems that this is not the first time that the prime minister has done this to his brother...

"Brother, do you mean to let the younger brother spread the news?"

"That's right."

Feng Yong nodded.

Around Feng Yong, if Zhao Guang is the representative of the noble children, then Li Yi is the representative of the children of the aristocratic family.

Although the Li family in Nanzhong and the Li family in Shuzhong cannot pee in the same pot now, it can be seen from the fact that Li Dangzhi can run from Guanzhong to Shuzhong, and then from Shuzhong to Nanzhong, as long as it is the same Li Dangzhi.

Surname, after all the twists and turns, you can always find a connection.

How Li Yi passed the news to the Li family in Shuzhong is nothing to worry about.

As long as the Li family in Shu knows about it, other aristocratic families will also know about it.

As for how to choose, that's up to them.

Raising a family is sometimes like raising a gu, cruel and tragic.

The rise of one branch sometimes relies on the decline or even annihilation of that branch as nourishment.

"And Sanniang, please let me... Guan Junhou go to Ma's house to discuss the racecourse. I have already discussed this matter with Junhou Nanzhong."

The Ma family still needs to win over, and Ma Dai helped a lot when he was in Hanzhong.

Moreover, Ju County is close to Yang'an Pass, so if anything goes wrong in the future, it is unlikely that we will blame him.

Guan Ji nodded, "I understand."

After Feng Yong explained the matter, several people talked for a while before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Amei looked at Feng Yong longingly, a little reluctantly - she was the only one who had not spoken to her master.

When a girl first becomes a young woman, it is the time when she is most attached to her.

In the words of later generations, it is the honeymoon period.

Feng Yong knew what she meant, touched her head and said with a smile, "When you go back, remember to make some food and bring it over every day."

A satisfied smile appeared on Amei's face and she nodded vigorously.

The two of them didn't notice the cold glint in Guan Ji's eyes.

After the four people left, Feng Yong sat down at the table again, broke off a chicken leg, and was chewing it when he heard the sound of "tap-tat-tat" footsteps coming from the passage again.

He was startled at that moment, wondering who was coming back again?

Just as I was about to go out for a look, I saw Guan Ji wearing cowhide boots appearing outside.

"Hey, Sanniang, why are you back?"

When Feng Yong saw the beauty, he felt happy and went to greet her.

Guan Ji smiled slightly, walked into the cell, and said softly, "When I went out, I saw that it was still early, and I remembered that Alang always used to ask me to write, so I sent them back first and came over to see if there was anything I could help with.

"

Seeing the beauty's smile as beautiful as a flower, Feng Tubiao's heart skipped a beat, "There's nothing I can do for you. It's not like you don't know. Now that I have a charcoal pen, I don't have to worry about writing."

"Alang eat first. Only when you are full will you have strength."

Guan Ji pushed Feng Yong back to the table, turned around, took out another piece of incense, bent down and lit it on the stove.

As soon as Feng Yong took a bite of the chicken drumsticks, he smelled a familiar aroma, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Sanniang, where did you get this incense? Kill it first!"

Feng Yong hurriedly wanted to reach out and grab it.

How could Guan Ji let him succeed? As soon as she flipped her hand, she directly grabbed Feng Tubiao's wrist.

"It hurts, it hurts... Sanniang, please be gentler..."

Feng Yong screamed repeatedly.

"Does it hurt?"
To be continued...