If aristocratic families and powerful people want to turn them into laborers, they just need a reasonable excuse.

But in the view of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, it was true that the imperial court needed to weaken the barbarians in Nanzhong, but at the same time, it was impossible to allow the local power in Nanzhong to expand again.

The current approach is just to better control Nanzhong. The ultimate goal is to one day allow the imperial court to directly manage Nanzhong instead of using the help of Nanzhong's wealthy families and the barbarians of the Yi kings.

Nanzhong can only be the Nanzhong of the imperial court, not other people's Nanzhong.

But it was obvious that Li Yan was determined to oppose Feng Yong's suggestion.

He could only be heard scolding Jiang Wan, "Confucianism has been established in Zhuti County since the pre-Han Dynasty, and it has been hundreds of years since then. The establishment of counties in Yue and Jun also started in the pre-Han Dynasty, and it has been hundreds of years since now, but now the Yi

Chaos is still common, how can the two be confused?"

Li Yan opposed this because he was very satisfied with the current situation in Nanzhong and even wanted to keep it forever.

As for whether he was helping the family to protect another lifeline, the knowledge monopoly, or whether he was helping intentionally, no one knew.

"Everyone's considerations are reasonable, and what Feng Changshi said in his letter is unclear, and we don't know what his specific plans are. It is really difficult to draw a conclusion. Why doesn't the Prime Minister send someone to Yuejun to inquire in detail?"

When the good old man Xiang Lang saw that the situation was a little too angry, he quickly jumped out to mediate.

"What Xiang Changshi said is true."

Zhang Yi had been watching with cold eyes, but finally said something.

So the issue was shelved for the time being.

Compared with the letter that almost caused a quarrel in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the things explained in the letter to my concubine Amei were much easier to handle.

After reading the letter from the master, Amei thought for a while, and then asked someone to call the butler over: "Uncle Zhao, how many ducks do we have in the village now?"

"One hundred and twenty-three."

Uncle Zhao is very qualified as a housekeeper.

Today's Feng Mansion is not a family that could not even raise a hundred chickens in the past. Not only does the farm have a place dedicated to raising pigs, but there is also a place dedicated to raising ducks and chickens.

After all, there have been a lot of people in the house in the past two years, and the master's reputation is relatively high. As long as the master comes back to the house, people will come to visit almost every day, and the food for the reception alone is not a small amount.

"How many are laying eggs?"

"I don't have an accurate estimate. Most of these ducks lay their eggs at night. I can only estimate roughly about seventy of them on weekdays."

"Too few." Amei frowned, "If we go out to buy hatching eggs, how many can we buy?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult. This year, many people have learned the secret recipe from our house. The duck and chicken eggs are in very short supply. Before the Lord left the house, many people came to our house to ask.

"

Butler Zhao was very sad about his master's prodigal behavior. From his perspective, this kind of secret recipe could be passed down from generation to generation. It was understandable that he was forced to give it out to several families in the first place.

But now, I heard that many wealthy families in Jincheng have learned this, which made Butler Zhao feel distressed for a long time.

"Not to mention those from other families, Guanfu can always get some, right?"

Amei frowned and sighed, "Madam has a letter, it is for Guan Junhou. Please ask Uncle Zhao to go to Guan Mansion in person. I just happened to send a message to Guan Junhou, saying that the Lord wants to

Transport some eggs to Yuejun and see if he can help."

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he trembled and said, "I heard that Yuejun is nearly a thousand miles away from Jincheng. How much damage will there be on the way?"

There is a way to store duck eggs at home, which is to bury them with bran. You only need to check them twice a month to pick out the bad ones, and most of them can be stored for two to three months without going bad.

So there is no need to worry about the smell on the road, but how far is it from Jincheng to Yuejun? And I heard that the road is either mountains or water, so how can it be so easy to transport?

"That's why we have to charge more. Even if half of it is damaged, we can keep half of it." Amei sighed again, "Don't be afraid of spending money."

"This is nonsense!"

When Guan Xing received the news from Feng Yong, he felt a toothache immediately. He knew that this guy was rich, but he didn't regard money as money when he was going through such trouble, right?

How arbitrary is it to transport fresh duck eggs from Jincheng to Yuejuan?

If I had known earlier, I would have ordered more gifts!

But seeing that Sanniang also sent a letter, Guan Xing had no choice but to do as he was told.

The willful Feng Tubiao didn't care whether the people in Jincheng would have a headache or feel distressed because of his letter.

At this time, he was standing on the edge of the field ridge, stepping hard on the field ridge, and even jumped a few times. He felt that it was indeed quite strong, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

This field bank is much higher and wider than the common ones, and it is also specially tamped.

The Gaoding Rebellion lasted for nearly ten years, and it was not that they only focused on destruction and neglected production. After all, the barbarians were also human beings, and they also needed to eat, and they also needed money and food to support their soldiers.

Even a barbarian would scatter some millet somewhere to be harvested, let alone Yuejun, who had established a county for hundreds of years?

There is a lot of cultivated land in the Sunshui Plain around Qiongdu. It was originally a high-end grain-producing area. Although it was abandoned for a year last year, it can be cultivated directly with a little tidying up.

So this is one of the reasons why the Yi leader is willing to cooperate with Feng Yong to open up wasteland.

Because most of the people around Qiongdu are experienced officials, or people who know how to farm.

There is no way to grow early rice in Qiongdu this season, but for Feng Yong, who has a lot of manpower on hand, it is still possible to quickly sort out two plots of land for him to experiment.

Feng Yong carefully selected a piece of land and had it transformed according to his wishes.

High field ridges were built around it, and several vertical and horizontal trenches were dug in the field. Each trench was two feet wide and one and a half feet deep.

Then a puddle four feet deep and one foot in size was dug at the water inlet of the paddy field.

From this point of view, a certain long history did not deceive children from barbarians to help him catch loaches all day long. At least he created this weird-looking paddy field.

The rice seedlings were planted in the paddy fields. After a few days, they stood upright again and began to turn green.
Chapter completed!