Feng Junhou took a bite of the dish, tasted it, and then put down his chopsticks.

The stir-fried vegetables were also a bit undercooked, old, hard, and tasteless.

He raised his earcup and took a sip of honey wine, then looked at Deng Zhi:

"Uncle Deng was first appointed as the governor of Bingzhou. Has everything gone smoothly in the past few months?"

"Well, the chaos has just begun, how can anything go smoothly or not? To say it goes smoothly, there really aren't many thieves in Bingzhou."

"But to say it's not going well, the food and clothing for the people of Bingzhou and the materials needed by the army, which one does not need money and food?"

Deng Zhi did not say those polite words to Feng Junhou. He pointed to the food and wine on the table:

"My nephew has also seen it. These dishes can be considered the best food and wine in Bingzhou Government Office. It's not that I, as an uncle, don't show respect to my nephew."

"But the treasury in Bingzhou is really empty. Even for a banquet, my uncle has to pay for it himself!"

Of course Feng Junhou knew about the situation in Bingzhou.

If we say that Kebineng's tribe is the food and grass that supports Liangzhou's advance into Bingzhou.

So a considerable part of the grain and grass that supported the army from Taiyuan to Hedong was collected by Li Xi personally from county to county.

"I'm sorry this banquet is not delicious. Are you going to cry poverty to me?"

Feng Junhou smiled and shook his head:

"My uncle was also a guard guarding Longyou in the past few years. He must also know that the battle last year basically used up the money and food that the man had accumulated over the years."

"Now I am still worried about how to restore production in Guanzhong. At most, I can apply to the court to exempt Bingzhou from taxes for three years."

"Except for the necessary expenses for military officials, the imperial court really can't squeeze out any extra money or food."

Deng Zhi knew that what Feng Junhou said was true.

Guanzhong and Hedong, which of these two places is not more important than Bingzhou?

Even if the imperial court had money, it would use these two places first.

But a crying baby has milk, right?

Besides, the court has no money, but some people do.

"Of course I know that the court has no money, but isn't my nephew here?"

When Feng Junhou heard this, he was immediately stunned.

ha?

What does it mean?

"Uncle, I don't have any money either."

Deng Zhi said "tsk":

"My dear nephew, I know that you call me uncle for Wei Zhe's sake. Then can you tell me why you call me brother?"

"Of course it's because we both put loyalty first and have the same loyalty."

fart!

Deng Zhi cursed in his heart:

This little article and Guo are really clever!

"That's right, you put loyalty first, aren't you all for the purpose of reviving the Han Dynasty? Isn't that how the Han Dynasty will prosper and the Han Dynasty will prosper?"

The court's lack of money is the court's business.

But besides being able to ask for money from the court, didn’t Feng Junhou also have a Xinghan Society behind him?

Xinghanhui can even generate money from ghost places like Nanzhong.

There is no reason to merge with the state, but it will not be able to compare with Nanzhong.

Now Feng Junhou himself went to Bingzhou to inspect, and Governor Deng definitely did not let this money-spender go in vain.

"My dear nephew, you also know that Bingzhou is not a food-producing land, and it has always been a mixed area of ​​Han and Hu people. It is really difficult to govern!"

"If there hadn't been the precedent of a good nephew governing Liangzhou, I wouldn't have the confidence to govern Bingzhou."

Deng Zhi looked at Feng Junhou with burning eyes:

"If nothing else, if my good nephew can allow the Xinghan Association to open a few more workshops and a few more pastures in Bingzhou, it will be a great help to me."

Um?

Feng Junhou's expression remained unchanged, he raised the ear cup again and took another sip.

Why did I come to Bingzhou?

Oh, by the way, Deng Liang is still conducting an investigation campaign in Nanzhong.

The Xinghan Hui's plan to exchange the land in Guanzhong for the land in Bingzhou is still a secret, and few people know about it.

Thinking of this, Feng Junhou took another look at Li Mu, who was sitting next to him.

Hey!

They are all old foxes, and no one is a fool.

President Li is the most famous textile giant in Han Dynasty.

She came with her, indicating that Xing Hanhui had some intention to say less.

When Governor Deng said these words at this time, he actually hinted that he had seen Feng Junhou's intention - at least part of it.

After thinking about this, Feng Junhou put down his earcup, put his hands on his knees, sat upright, and said:

"Since Uncle Deng said so, I won't hide it."

Deng Zhi was overjoyed:

"Okay, Kuang Kuang! I like to deal with Kuang Kuang people. I wonder how many workshops will my nephew plan to open when he comes this time? How much food will be invested?"

How has the Xinghan Society been doing it for so many years? Anyone who is not blind can probably figure it out.

In the words of later generations, it is to attract investment and stimulate the economy, which can not only solve employment problems but also solve local financial problems.

But knowing the right way is the key to knowing the right way. The key is that you have to have the right way first and attract investment.

At this time, Governor Deng felt that it would be good to have a son in the Xinghan Hui.

"On the old site of Pingcheng outside Yanmen Fortress, I want to build a new city with no less than thirty mines, pastures, iron smelting workshops, textile workshops, etc."

"In five years, we plan to invest three to five million yuan. I wonder how many people my uncle can mobilize from Bingzhou to help?"

Deng Zhi, who originally only wanted to get Xinghanhui to invest in a few workshops, heard Feng Junhou's words, the wine in his mouth spurted out, and he cried out:

"Three million coins!"

Feng Junhou nodded: "This is the lowest amount, just a lot more."

After the investigation, the expansion of the Xinghan Society in the core areas of Dahan was destined to be restricted.

Some properties should be discontinued when necessary and sold when necessary.

Just in time to get ample cash flow to invest in new industries in Bingzhou.

Deng Zhi didn't even bother to wipe the wine off his beard, and started to count with his trembling fingers in an extremely rude manner.

Approximately how much is the annual tax income of Han Dynasty?

Is there three million coins?

Even if the investment is divided into five years, it will still be at least 600,000 yuan.

If calculated as five million yuan, that would be one million yuan a year!

Cao!

Xinghanhui is really rich as his mother-in-law!

In one year, you can spend 30% of the Han Dynasty’s taxes on food!

If it weren’t for knowing that most of Xinghan Hui’s properties had royal shares, if the person in front of him wasn’t the ruthless Xiao Wenhe, and if it wasn’t for Xinghan Hui’s inextricable relationship with the imperial court.

Governor Deng, who had always been honest and upright, almost couldn't help but want to rob.

Looking at Feng Junhou with a solemn face, Deng Zhi had to calm down:

"I wonder how many manpower the Lord requires?"

"Of course, the more, the better." Feng Junhou pointed outside, "I know Uncle Deng is worried that these barbarians will come back and disturb Bingzhou."

"But I might as well make it clear to my uncle. These Huqi, together with their families, numbering about 70,000 to 80,000 people, will be brought to Pingcheng for resettlement. I will not let them stay in Yanmen Fortress."

When Deng Zhi heard this, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After the Han Dynasty regained Bingzhou, it abolished the Xinxing County established by Cao Cao and restored the counties of Bingzhou in the Later Han Dynasty.

In other words, Taiyuan and Xinxing County were reunited into one.

As for Xihe County, the old land was restored and extended to the north along the Luliang Mountains, connecting with the Jiuyuan old land.
To be continued...