Datang Fenghua Road

Han Yue was stunned for a moment, and everyone around looked at him. Everyone wanted to see what the old man was going to sing, and even Li Shimin glanced at him with great interest.

Feng Ang raised his wine glass and bowed to Han Yue from a distance, then raised his neck and poured it into his throat. Suddenly, he pulled out the big sword from his waist, and the sword light flashed directly on the young son's shoulder.

"His Majesty!"

The old prince had a solemn face, white hair and no wind, and said loudly: "Today you killed a naive beast, and as a result, the old minister found another naive beast, I can't repay you now. Generosity, I would like to kill this son as an example..."

Saying that, he moved his wrist and slashed directly with the knife. Although there was obvious reluctance in his eyes, the strength on his wrist could not be faked at all.

At this moment, everyone saw the bonfire fluttering, and then heard a crisp "crack", and Feng An's sword was broken in two.

Opposite the bonfire, Youyou flicked his fingers without changing his expression, then picked up a piece of jerky baked on the fire, and carefully shredded it for the children to eat.

Han Yue laughed and walked over. He stretched out his hand and pressed Feng Ang's shoulder, and the two of them sat down on the ground at the same time.

"Which song is Wu Guogong singing? Why do you want to kill people on a good day?"

Han Yue laughed while talking, picked up the broken big knife on the ground, raised his hand and threw it into the bonfire.

After he finished throwing it, he turned his head slowly, then smiled and said to Feng Ang again: "Old Grandpa is worthy of a fierce general at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and he still has the courage to grow old and strong. The fault is not my wife's martial arts skills, your son is probably dead."

Feng Ang's face was full of shame, and suddenly looked up to the sky and lowered his head with a sigh, and said sadly, "I don't understand..." He suddenly raised his head to look at the son who was terrified of urinating, and shouted, "Go away, this old man won't kill you, but he won't recognize you either. You, from now on, you are not my seed. I, Feng Ang, have been for the people all my life, and I cannot give birth to greedy goods like you."

The young man still wanted to speak, but Feng Anfei kicked it away. The young men behind him, with embarrassed expressions, stepped forward and pulled the young man away quietly.

Feng Ang didn't even look at these sons, instead he looked at Han Yue with a sad face, and said softly, "Your Majesty, the old minister is ashamed..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to several cauldrons not far away, and many people had already lined up to get their meals, and he said loudly: "Just relying on your majesty's meal, I have struggled for 30 years and I can't do it. It's a big mistake for a child to be ignorant and want to make noise."

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Han Yue laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Feng Ang's shoulder again. He knew the pain in the old man's heart. He spent his life serving the country and the people, but his sons were greedy and stupid.

For a while, he couldn't find any words to explain, and suddenly a poem popped into his mind. Han Yue simply sat cross-legged, reached out and picked up a wooden stick and threw it at the bonfire, and said leisurely: "Changxian Zhuoyulang in the world, heaven should beg and beg with you. Dian Cui Niang, who wrote Qing songs and passed on white teeth, Xue Fei Yan Hai became cooler. The fewer the years come back, the less you will laugh, the fragrance of Ling Mei is still in your smile. How about Lingnan? This place is my hometown..."

This poem originally described a loyal woman, but it can be put on Feng An's body as well. Han Yue patted Feng An's shoulder slowly, and said with emotion: "Old Duke, although you have given your own strength, but you can't do it." Being in Lingnan is indeed a merit of all ages. I can't reward you for this achievement, but it can help you protect the children under your knees. The one I killed at noon today was for deterrence. The child is not sensible, but I will not kill or punish you because of your merits. You have raised more than 70 sons. In the future, I will let you die without any shortage of them..."

After the ancients reached the age of 60, they did not shy away from the words of retirement, but believed that these were sincere words from the heart, and those who heard them would generally be full of gratitude and joy.

But Feng An was not happy, his old face was full of vicissitudes, he looked up at the people who were eating in the camp, and said sadly: "If possible, I am willing to have 1000 million children, I want all the people in Lingnan to die for me , I hope no one dies of starvation or disease before I die of old age..."

If someone else said this, it would be disrespectful and coveted, and let all the people die. Since ancient times, only the emperor has this qualification. When the emperor is buried, the whole country grieves. No one dares to say this after the emperor. However, the old man in front of him said it outright.

He didn't want to be an emperor. If he wanted to be, he would have competed with Li Yuan for the world. He wanted the people of Lingnan to send him to his death. In fact, he wanted the people to live well, and no one would starve to death when he died. A lifelong wish of an old man with a big heart.

Han Yue laughed, patted Feng Ang's shoulder again, and suddenly sipped at the opposite side, saying, "Youyou, I threw a bag of spirits, and I want to have a few sips with my old man."

A black shadow flashed above, and a sheepskin wine bag was thrown in the air. Han Yue reached out to catch it and opened the stopper, then raised his head and took a big mouthful of water.

After drinking, he handed the wine bag to Feng Ang, and said loudly: "Come, old prince, I invite you to have a drink."

Feng Ang looked a little stunned. He didn't reach out to pick up the wine bag, and said, "Your Majesty, the emperor does not drink with his subjects. The old minister dare not use the wine bag you have used..."

Han Yue laughed loudly, put the wine bag on Feng Ang, and said loudly: "Now, regardless of the monarch or minister, let's just talk about feelings, the reason I respect you is because you and I are fellow travelers, and we want to shepherd the common people the same way. If you want your people to enjoy happiness, you are worthy of respect for that alone."

Feng Ang hesitated for a while, and finally raised the wine bag high. He raised his head and drank heavily, and then coughed violently. Tears were evident in the tiger's eyes, which was touched by Han Yue's respect.

Between men, no matter how big the age gap is, as long as they take a sip of strong wine, the friendship between them will rise.

Feng An suddenly laughed, smashed the wine bag heavily on the ground, and said loudly: "Happy, happy, I thank your majesty for the reward. This is the most enjoyable drink I have had in 60 years."

Han Yue smiled slightly, and said with a deep meaning: "Wine is very happy, but whether you believe it or not, the old man, the dishes that I want to give you are even more enjoyable."

Feng Ang was startled and looked around subconsciously, but he didn't see anyone bringing the dishes, the old man's face was a little blank for a while.

Han Yue slowly let out a breath and said softly: "Don't look for it, the dishes I'm talking about are not dishes for eating. I'll explain to you the development of Lingnan, and I'm entitled to serve as a drink to the old man. food."

Feng Ang was stunned for a while, then his face became excited, and he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

Han Yue nodded, then suddenly reached out and pointed at the lush forest around the camp, and said leisurely: "There are many trees in the mountains, and the trees are towering, so the logging industry can be established. Most of the trees in Lingnan are pears, and there are also giant trees of Daphneaceae. It is a big industry, and if you get it, you will have ten thousand gold. Rosewood is the king of trees, and Daphne tree can produce agarwood. These two industries require a large number of people to go to the mountains to cut and harvest. The annual income will not be less than 500 million. With money, the people will be rich."

Feng An's face was full of dementia, and he murmured for a long time: "Wood can also be sold for money? And the annual income is not less than 500 million? Your Majesty, who would foolishly waste so much money? The wood in Lingnan is either used for fire, or it is used Come to build a shed, there are thousand-year-old trees all over the mountains and plains, who would be stupid enough to take money to buy them."

Han Yue sneered and said to himself: "Don't worry about the old man, I have made up my mind about this matter. You said wood is worthless, let's hype it into a treasure? Huanghuali is made into Buddha beads, which are specially exported to the Tianzhu gang. People who believe in Buddhism, Tianzhu is rich in gold, I want them to exchange gold for our wood, as for agarwood, this is the world's number one spice, the Central Plains Datang is rich in rich people, as long as it is hyped up, it can sell for a big price."

In the Tang Dynasty, agarwood was not used yet. The wealthy households used ambergris. The most favorite thing for scholars is to put a touch of it in the study. The sales of ambergris in the Tang Dynasty are hundreds of thousands.But that's why no one promotes the hype, and with a little hype, it can be at least tenfold.

How huge is this market, and 500 million per year is definitely not a problem.

The Central Plains is not yet a big country of spice consumption. The real big consumer country is the beards of the Western Regions. Those people who eat meat all year round have body odor, so they like to get some fragrant things to smoke themselves.

Seeing that Han Yue was so determined, Feng An suddenly thought that this young majesty had the name of the God of Wealth, and the old prince gradually believed in him, and his face unconsciously showed excitement.

500 million yuan a year, wouldn't every commoner get half of the money?

Han Yue glanced at him, smiled and then added: "After the logging industry is established, it is just time to level the mountains and forests to reclaim the land. I said before that there is rice that is harvested three seasons a year in Zhancheng, and we will transplant it here to promote planting. , don't say that the people of Lingnan will not starve to death, I have to export food every year to make a lot of money..."

What is the most precious thing in this era?

Not gold, not silver, not jewelry or spices, the most precious thing is food, the day when all countries in the world will not be rich in food, every emperor wants to feed the people, if the Huaxia Empire can export food, guarantee all countries to place orders.

Feng Ang couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously began to fantasize about his future life.

Han Yue smiled suddenly, and then said: "The two things of logging and food have already made the people gradually rich, but I still want to carry out marine fisheries. Every year, I will make dried fish and sell them to other countries. I will also build a giant seawater. We will open up trade routes to sell salt in various countries, open kilns, burn pottery, build ports, build large ships, and recruit three guards from Xifu to form a deep-mountain hunting team to catch giant pythons, peel their skins and sell them. When it comes to trade, money will be counted as something, and the wealth of my Chinese people will be counted in gold..."

Feng Ang's lips were trembling, his eyes had obvious signs of dementia, and the surroundings became quiet. I saw Li Ji and a group of old princes all squatting behind listening with blood red eyes. Li Shimin held a cup in his hand, but the inside of the cup was The wine was spilled without knowing it.

Before coming to Lingnan, everyone was actually doubting how to develop here. Although everyone was confident in Han Yue's ability, they were actually terrified to set foot in this poor place.

Can it work?

Can you do it?

Will it be dragged to death by the people?

Can it develop?

Everyone was clueless. Li Shimin wanted to talk to Han Yue several times, but at this moment, everyone's concerns were dispelled, and there was only one word that flashed in their minds, that is, money!

Han Yue suddenly laughed again. He stretched out his hand and made a move to Liu Hongji, the Duke of Kui. He smiled and said, "I remember that your daughter-in-law's mother's family is a native of Lingnan, and has been in the bead industry for generations, right?"

Liu Hongji knew that it was beneficial as soon as he heard it, and he quickly nodded his head as fast as a chicken pecking at rice.

Chapter 791 I'm Still Talking About Money Tonight

Counting all the generals under Han Yue's command, he can always pick out a few wonderful people, some of them are extremely loyal, some are very brave, some are ambitious, and some are funny all their lives.