It's just that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty has an order. Even if Feng Yong is not happy, how can he dare to shirk it?

At that moment, I had no choice but to reply, "To always get along with good friends is like smelling the fragrance of orchids."

As soon as Li Feng heard this, he saluted again with joy on his face, "My younger brother Feng has met my elder brother. Although my younger brother didn't understand what he just sang, I thought it had a lot of rhyme, but the poem he wrote newly

Gift?

Feng Yong was startled and thought, can you also hear "Tears Behind Bars" that I sang in Mandarin?

"Ahem, I just made it up for a while, it can't be taken seriously."

Feng Tubiao explained with a dry smile.

"Li Dalang has always admired your articles. Yesterday I learned that I was coming to meet you. I couldn't restrain myself on the spot."

Zhuge Liang had long been familiar with Feng Tubao's temperament. Seeing his current appearance, he knew that he was talking nonsense again, so he immediately reminded him, "If you have a new work, it would be a good idea to discuss it with Li Dalang."

Huh? From what Zhuge Yao means, it seems that Li Feng is still my little fanboy?

Feng Yong looked at Li Feng again and saw admiration on his face, with joy shining in his eyes.

It's unmistakable, this look is so familiar to Feng Yong. The little fans who are chasing stars in later generations will look like this when they see their idols.

Of course, the more sensible kind.

So a certain bumpkin couldn't help but feel complacent, I actually have fans?

As soon as he stopped thinking, Feng Yong agreed: "Okay, okay, if I have a new work, I will definitely ask Li Langjun to correct it."

"I don't dare to correct you." Li Feng said quickly, "How can a stupid person like Feng correct my brother's masterpiece? Even my lord once told me to ask my brother to give me some advice when I arrived in Jincheng."

This Li Feng has a tendency to turn into a crazy fan.

Just listening to Li Feng's words, it seems that Li Yan is also paying attention to me?

Not only did Feng Yong murmur in his heart, but even Zhuge Liang's eyes flashed with light.

"Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Zhuge Liang did not let Li Feng and Feng Yong continue talking. He sat down on the chair, pointed to the chair opposite, looked at the chessboard on the table, and motioned to Feng Yong, "Let's talk a game?"

Then he picked up a black chess piece and looked at the chessboard on the table. He was shocked to find that the chess pieces of the black and white sides seemed a bit messy, with no layout at all.

"Prime Minister, I don't know how to talk with my hands."

Feng Tibi sat on the chair and said a little coyly.

Zhuge Liang frowned when he heard this, "Didn't you ask someone to play chess with you when you came in just now?"

Then he pointed to the chessboard again, "If you don't know how to talk with your hands, who set this up?"

He also thought that Feng Yong was not good at chess and was afraid of making a fool of himself, so he added, "Playing chess is to sharpen one's mind and learn the art of war. It doesn't matter if you don't play well. As long as you study hard, you will always make progress."

Feng Tubiao coughed dryly and said, "Prime Minister, I really don't know how to play. My chessboard uses a different method of playing."

"Oh, is there another way to play this chess?"

The Han Prime Minister raised his eyebrows and said, "This is quite new, why don't you tell me about it?"

At the same time, I was thinking in my mind, could this be the rule of his sect?

"Now, Prime Minister, this is very simple. You see, as long as this is done, whoever can connect the five chess pieces in a line first, black and white, will win. It can be done horizontally, vertically, or diagonally."

Zhuge Liang was stunned.

I wonder what kind of rule this is?

It doesn't matter whether you put the chess piece in your hand or not.

Feng Yong didn't give Zhuge Liang a chance to go back on his word. He immediately cleared the chess pieces on the chessboard and said respectfully, "Prime Minister, you go first?"

The Han Prime Minister wanted to overturn the table all of a sudden. I said I wanted to play this kind of chess with you? Can you do things as usual for once?

Every time I take the wrong approach!

However, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was extremely intelligent after all. After some thought, he casually let the black man go.

The sound of "Gulu Lu" sounded from the corner, and Feng Yong quickly ran over and brought the boiled water over.

Then he took out a bowl and a small jar from the bedside cabinet, pinched some tea leaves from the small jar and put it into the bowl to brew. Then he put it in front of Zhuge Liang and said, "Prime Minister, take a sip of tea first."

Then he smiled apologetically at Li Feng and Wang You, "There are not enough bowls in the prison, and there are not many chairs. The two gentlemen are tired."

"It doesn't matter, I'll just stand there."

Li Feng and Wang You said quickly.

How can they sit in front of the Han Prime Minister?

Only a person like my brother is qualified to sit in front of the Prime Minister.

Feng Yong also poured himself a bowl, then sat in front of the prime minister, picked up a white chess piece and put it on it.

Then he reached over, picked up the dried apricots in the fruit plate, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it directly.

Zhuge Liang's eyes twitched when he saw his appearance.

I can’t stand or sit, I can’t even sit still while playing chess!

As the tea leaves are brewed in the boiling water, the color of the water begins to change, and the unique aroma of the tea leaves spreads.

Zhuge Liang couldn't help but take a breath, couldn't help but pick up the bowl and take a sip, and then asked, "Where did you get the tea leaves in this season?"

"Oh, didn't I open a tea garden on the hillside behind Zhuangzi three years ago? This year I picked some tea leaves and stored them."

With sufficient fertilizer applied to the garden and the careful care of Amei's tribe, the tea trees are growing well and can be harvested in the second half of this year.

"I forgot about this one." Zhuge Liang then remembered that Feng Yong had planted a large area of ​​tea trees on his farm.

Feng Yong said with a beaming face, "Let me tell you, Prime Minister, this tea is a good thing. That Liang Si and I..."

As he said that, he paused and glanced at Li Feng and Wang You again.

"It doesn't matter, just say it."

Zhuge Liang knew what he meant and said.

"Oh, that's right. I made an agreement with Liang Si. In addition to this woolen cloth, I also asked them to help me sell some tea leaves to the Hu people in the north."

Thinking that the hillsides behind Zhuangzi were all filled with tea gardens, Feng Tubiao felt excited. Damn it, the wait has finally come to this day!

Tea, a necessity for the barbarians!

Wool! Cattle and horses! Women! Furs!

Hand them all over!

"It's okay to drink tea in Shu. There are also wealthy families in the north who may also have the habit of drinking tea. It's just that these barbarians drink tea. How come I have never heard of it?"

The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty obviously did not realize the importance of tea as a strategic material.

"So I just asked Liang Si to help me try to sell a little."

Feng Tubiao chuckled, "Maybe it will be a big hit?"

Zhuge Liang obviously felt that Feng Yong was having some whims, so he shook his head and smiled, then picked up another chess piece and put it down, "Whether you are selling it to the barbarians in the north or planning to sell it in Shu, don't get your hands on it yourself."

The suppression of merchants by the Han Dynasty was not as severe as that of the later dynasties. This can be seen from the fact that the Han Dynasty had special commercial taxes such as "calculating money" and "calculating cars and ships".

After the abnormal development of Confucianism, the dynasties could not even collect business taxes.

It's just that it's not a good idea to really taint the reputation of Shangxing Shang nowadays.

So wear white gloves.

"understand."

Feng Yong nodded.

"Speaking of the business in the north, Prime Minister, although the Liang family wants to buy woolen cloth from me, what about the wool, cattle and horses they get in exchange?"

Using woolen cloth to open the way to Liangzhou was Zhuge Liang's strategy.

So Feng Yong didn't expect to be able to take it all to himself.

Besides, isn’t it the basic operation of the country to collect import and export tariffs?

"Ma Youchang also opened a workshop in Nanzheng, Hanzhong. It's just that Ju County didn't receive much wool from the Hu people this year, so the woolen cloth still has to come from you."

Zhuge Liang glanced at Feng Yong and said thoughtfully, "Have it in half, just like the year before. The imperial court mainly takes wool and horses, and you can take the cattle and sheep. Just make up for whatever is missing."

"This is a good thing."

Feng Yong was overjoyed. He really didn't expect Old Demon Zhuge to be so generous.

"One more thing, Nanzheng's workshop, please ask Nanxiang to do a favor and send some people to teach." Zhuge Liang knocked on the table, "The imperial court's workshop has been open for a year, and it is still in a mess.

It doesn’t look like anything either.”

I thought that the workshop was just about bringing people and spinning wheels and looms together, and then spinning wool to weave cloth, but I didn't expect that it was too simple.

Not only the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the weavers in the workshop, but also how to manage them on daily basis is a big problem.

The workshop in Nanzheng has been open for almost a year, but it has not yet spun a few bolts of cloth. Even the cloth it has managed to spin is of such poor quality that it may not even be sold to the barbarians.
To be continued...