It’s for their own good, do you understand?”

"The people are pitiful," Feng Yong sighed, very pitiful and pitiful. "Even after Nanzhong was pacified, it's not like crops will grow immediately in the fields. Useless tung seeds are exchanged for food to tide over the difficulties.

, who dares to say that this is not saving lives?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Guang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's it. My brother is still kind-hearted, but I know I was wrong."

Then he came over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, can we ask the people in Jinchengxing to prepare food?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Feng Yong said angrily, "Although the price of food has not risen as much as the year before last, it has risen after all. Wouldn't it be a big loss to buy food now?"

"The tung seeds can only be picked in autumn, which happens to be the time for harvesting grain in Jincheng. I estimate that by then, the prime minister will have almost put down the rebellion. Once the news is spread back to Jincheng, the price of grain will definitely drop to the lowest.

, this is the only cost-effective way to buy food.”

"The people in Nanzhong haven't planted much food this year, so it's just right for Jincheng to transport food for them to survive the winter, and at the same time it can calm people's hearts."

"It kills two birds with one stone! My brother is still the best."

Feng Yong's careful calculation made Zhao Guang raise his thumbs up in sincerity.

Wang Xun's face was expressionless, and his outlook had long been numb.

But when Yang Wanwan heard this, his heart felt like ten thousand mythical beasts running through him: Is this the young hero Feng Langjun who was praised by the Prime Minister?

The most handsome young man in Han Dynasty who was praised by the Empress of Han Dynasty looks like this?

Sure enough...it makes sense!

If his father had such a plan back then, would he have been driven out of his home? Maybe he could have swallowed up his enemies and strengthened his tribe.

The Han people are really too cunning, or we Hu people are just upright.

Yang Wanwan had a lot of thoughts in his heart and sighed, I must learn from my brother!

Feng Tubiao had no idea that he, the source of pollution, had polluted another young man with great ambitions.

"Pour this out." Feng Yong pointed at the waste liquid and then at the soap, "Put this in a dark spot and wait until it dries to see what it looks like."

"I come!"

When Yang Wanwan heard this, he said quickly.

He didn't let his servants do it, he did it himself.

Feng Yong washed his hands, walked into the house, took out a wooden box, took out a notebook and a charcoal pen, turned to a page with the "Tung Oil" catalog, and then began to record:

The failure to make soap proves that tung oil is not a good raw material for making soap.

Maintaining weapons and armor is currently possible.

The production of glycerol is unknown.

He thought for a while, and then added two more sentences: Potassium hydroxide has relatively active properties, so you can try to use potassium hydroxide to make glycerin. Potassium hydroxide can be made from potassium carbonate and calcium hydroxide.

After finishing writing, put the last two sentences in parentheses to indicate supplementary content.

When the ink on the notebook was dry, he put it away again and carefully placed it in the box.

No matter where he goes, he must carry this box with him. It is full of past life knowledge that he has inadvertently remembered in his daily life. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, as long as he can remember something, he will write it down.

There is another box like this in Fengzhuang, Jincheng, Nanxiang.

The only difference from the one next to me is that Feng Zhuang's box is already filled with things he has written.

The reason why Feng Yong wants to take the trouble to write down everything he can remember is because he is afraid that after he has been in this era for too long, he will gradually forget everything from the past.

I patted the box and sighed. The loneliness deep in my heart has never disappeared, because the things in the box have always reminded me that I am different from others.

While Feng Yong was writing, Zhao Guang and the other three consciously stood guard at the door, preventing anyone from disturbing him.

The box is full of the master's knowledge, this is what the elder brother told them.

Moreover, my brother has never shied away from writing this thing in front of them, and they can even read it if they want - it's a pity that none of them can understand it.

For most of the knowledge, they can understand the words but cannot understand the meaning between the lines.

It is said that the Heavenly Book has no words. I think that although my brother's knowledge is not up to this level, but there are words but people can't understand it, that is very impressive.

Of course, there are also a small number of people who can understand it.

Seeing that Feng Yong had finally finished writing, Zhao Guang walked in, took a quick look, and then said, "Brother, have you finished writing?"

"Well, it's finished."

"So fast?"

After hearing this, Zhao Guang's face lit up, and he quickly went over to rummage through the box, and then took out a notebook. On the cover of the notebook, he saw four big words written on it: "Fight to Break the Sphere".

After a while, Zhao Guang said disappointedly, "Brother, why hasn't it been updated yet?"

Feng Yong glanced at the guy urging him to update, and said slowly, "What's the rush? You have to let me think about it slowly."

"Well, brother, can you tell me first whether the little medical fairy helped Xiao Yan heal his injuries?"

Zhao Guang sat next to Feng Yong and asked flatteringly.
Chapter completed!