Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1003: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup dream (6)
The ninety-ninth bowl of soup dream (6)
Feng Ruyuan was very afraid of the King of Xijiang, and was so afraid that he would shake for a long time when he saw him. Every time he was summoned, he wanted to talk to Mr. Meng, so that he would not be nervous.
And Zhang Wenzheng is the exact opposite of him. He is afraid of Mr. Meng to the core, but he can speak well to the King of Xijiang.
Qing Huan didn't put a bug in Feng Ruyuan's body, because Feng Ruyuan was a lively man, unlike Zhang Wenzheng's reckless man with a big head and a thick neck. Brain was terrified.
The Hu people have always been careful not to disclose their grazing methods to them. Compared with the fat and strong cattle, sheep and horses raised by the Hu people, the livestock raised in the western Xinjiang are much worse. In previous years, when the relationship between the two countries was good, the cloth seeds from Dazhou would be exchanged, but now the two countries are like water and fire, and it is good if there is no direct fight, not to mention any friendly trade exchanges.
The task Song Jin assigned to Feng Ruyuan was precisely this.
When he came to Western Xinjiang from the capital, he brought with him a small number of gold and silver treasures. Because they had heard about the Western Xinjiang, Song and Jin chose more books on agriculture, as well as various well-preserved seeds and things that could be used as exchange goods-this was to ensure their attractiveness to the Hu people. He even had the idea of seeking skin with tigers, first uniting with the Hu people, and then eating the Hu people.
With his wrist and brain, that's not a problem at all. But Qing Huan shows up, and she breaks all his plans, turning him from a terrifying avenger to a down-to-earth planner. According to the original idea, he should be able to reach the Central Plains now, but at the moment he is still studying in the Western Xinjiang how to double the output of cotton. There is a lot of wind and sand in the frontier of the western Xinjiang, and this wind and sand belt has also been used to plant peanuts, soybeans, and some special medicinal materials that are suitable for growth and have tenacious vitality. Qing Huan proposed water diversion for irrigation and fertilization improvement, and Fan Lao really tossed it out!
If it is the power of one person, he can naturally take revenge, but what kind of person will he become after revenge? Today's Western Xinjiang is inseparable from Wan Wan and others. It is because of these people that Song Jin was not lost by hatred.
Actually, he could guess why the emperor's grandfather, who had always been strong and strong, suddenly died without warning, and didn't even leave a word to himself. That was the grandfather who taught him to raise him, the only family member he really cares about in this world. If he can't take revenge, what's the point of living?
He would have been... a tyrant.
Don't put other people's lives in the eyes, treat the people as nothing, indulge in the killing, the fog is filled with fog, and you can't see anything clearly. That must not be what Grandpa Huang wanted to see, so he left Er Lao Zhou Fan to him, told Er Lao to assist him, teach him, and at the same time... also sent Qing Huan to him.
His benefactor, his best friend, his confidant, his...his...
She is like a beacon in life. The moment she appeared in front of him, Song Jin woke up like a dream, and finally realized how much he was going to do to disappoint Grandpa Huang, Er Lao Zhou Fan, and Those who still looked up to him and followed him were disappointed.
Joining with the Hu people? What's the difference between that and treason!
He is young and energetic, but he is not as good as Feng Ruyuan, who only loves money. This fellow loves money and deals with the Hu people, but he really didn't reveal any news about Da Zhou. Instead, he took advantage of it. Song Jin felt that Feng Ruyuan was not suitable to be an official and suitable for business, so he sent him to be responsible for business dealings with the Hu people, and also asked Feng Ruyuan to issue a military order. cut off his head.
Feng Ruyuan's angina pectoris is even worse. Before, he couldn't hear Yin Zi, but now his brain hurts when he sees Yin Zi.
What's the use of more? It's not his, and he can't take it home! His vault has been completely empty, and now his wife is using his vault as a cellar for pickles. Sometimes the vault door is not closed at night, and it tastes sour.
I have to say that Song Jinji is good at employing people. His eyes are old and precise. Even a person like Feng Ruyuan who did not call the shots for the people when he was an official, but also scavenged for the people's fat and the people's ointment, was an excellent chess piece in his hands. Not to mention, Feng Ruyuan really has a knack for doing business, and the Hu people were stunned for a while. The fur, cattle and sheep were sent into the Western Xinjiang like a continuous stream, and it was not a loss at all! Originally, Song Jin was ready to **** back the women and children from the Western Xinjiang. As a result, Feng Ruyuan was so powerful that he used a bag of Bupleurum seeds to get them all back!
Make sure you don't lose money.
After Fan Lao's continuous transformation and cultivation, large tracts of Bupleurum have been planted on the sandy land in the central belt of Western Xinjiang. Bupleurum is not easy to cultivate, but it is resistant to drought and dryness. The transformed central area of Western Xinjiang is very suitable for planting, and because of the high market price, people plant Bupleurum, and through the government, they can fully support their families. Then it will be sold through the Xijiang Palace—a steady stream of money has flowed to the Xijiang Palace.
But Bupleurum is not suitable for growing on the land of the Hu people. The medicinal materials that can grow in the sandy soil of the western Xinjiang can not grow at all in the lush water and grass of the Hu people. What's more, Feng Ruyuan, a profiteer, only gave them seeds and did not tell them how to cultivate them!
Qing Huan was deeply convinced by Song Jin's vision of employing people, thinking that Song Jin had planned to cut down this Western Xinjiang Taifu who only liked money for nothing. Now Feng Ruyuan is showing extremely high talent like wild grass, she thinks, Song Jin probably won't give up.
The merits and demerits are enough. What Feng Ruyuan did, the money he earned, and the hides and furs he had stolen from the Hu people were indispensable to Song and Jin Dynasties and the people of Western Xinjiang.
Feng Ruyuan also found that his life was fun again after he was sent to trade with the Hu people, because he saw that others were fooled by the loss, and he was in a good mood, even with angina All got better! He decided to make persistent efforts to make a fool of himself. Over time, he got a nickname, called the razor.
Now that I think about it, he liked to cheat his younger brothers and sisters for money since he was a child, and the reason why he went to take the imperial examination was because the Great Zhou paid more attention to agriculture and less business. His father was a businessman. This son can make a name for himself. Later, Feng Ruyuan became the top three in high school, but he lost his heart and forgot that he actually didn't like being an official at all.
Apart from money, there really isn't much to say about the joys of being a human being.
Spring has passed and spring has come. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed in a flash. Today's Western Xinjiang is very different from when Qinghuan came three years ago. The streets are bustling, the stalls are full of goods, and every household is well fed and clothed. The once barren land has now become a heaven on earth.
The Hu people have committed crimes several times, but they have been beaten back by the now iron barrel-like Western Xinjiang army, but on the side of the imperial court, the Western Xinjiang is still the old Western Xinjiang. But the emperor's current seat is not very secure. He is too anxious to be enthroned. The flood in the south of the Yangtze River, the locust plague in the east of the Yangtze River, the drought in Jiangxi, and it coincides with several other princes raising troops to rebel. According to the report of the spies in the capital, the emperor is now I was so busy that I heard that I was bald.
Song Jin stroked his dark, thick hair, secretly rejoicing. In the past three years, he has kept a low profile and kept his energy high. Not only has his military strength greatly increased, making the Western Xinjiang prosperous, but he has also grown taller and slender, but his skin has not been tanned much. Fan Lao, who was working on the land in the sun, was standing under the shade of a tree in the clear sky and day, and basically couldn't see where anyone was.
Qing Huan walked in with a dozen documents in her arms, her beautiful eyes smiling like a spring breeze, and Song Jin asked curiously, "Is there something good that can't be done?"
She first put the official document on his desk, let him review it, and told him: "I just went out for a walk and met the fourth son."
The fourth son is the little boy she rescued three years ago. Now he has grown into an adult-like figure, tall and strong. Although he has lost half of his hands, he can still support his family. He is grinding medicine in the medicine factory now. Because he has no hand, his feet are stronger. Stepping on the grinding pestle can get twice the result with half the effort. The younger sister is responsible for placing the medicinal materials and taking out the ground medicinal materials. It is just the two brothers and sisters. The money earned is enough to support the family, not to mention that there is a younger brother who follows Fan Lao everywhere to farm. The three brothers and sisters are living a good life.
"The four sons told me that everyone outside is full of praise for the lord, and they are full of gratitude. They say that the lord is their reborn parent. Without the lord, they would not be where they are today."
Song Jin raised a cinnabar pen and drew a circle on the official document to indicate that he had read it, and said lightly: "I see."
But his gentle eyes betray his pleasure.
Qing Huan pressed the official document with both hands and approached him: "Actually, the prince is very happy?"
She's too close, and Song Jin's heart suffocates. Three years later, her attraction to him has become stronger and stronger. If Song Jin thought it was an illusion at first, then after three years of getting along day and night, he would have given up resistance long ago. The big deal, after returning to the capital to take revenge, pick a well-behaved and sensible royal child to be the emperor, and he will go with her.
After all, two men can't have children.
After waiting for a while before Song Jin's response, Qing Huan found that his eyes were straight and seemed to be amused. She chuckled and retracted her hand. "What did the lord do before I came?"
"Reading." Answered with a straight face.
"That's it, the lord is really eager to learn." Qing Huan turned around and waved his hand. "I'll go to Mr. Fan's place to have a look. The lord quickly read the official document."
Song Jin didn't keep her. When she left, he carefully brought her in. He quickly took out the picture album that he had hidden in his sleeve.
Five characters are printed on the top: "Eighteen Forms of Longyang".
He's really about to start studying.