"What about the second strategy?" She spoke quickly, and Emperor Tiansheng picked it up even faster, leaning slightly, if he hadn't been concerned about the emperor's dignity, he seemed to be planning to run down.
"Wool." Feng Zhiwei said, "The Yan parents in the South China Sea have been traveling on the sea for many years, and they brought back a kind of long-haired sheep in the country. The wool of this kind of sheep is dense and thick, and it is soft and warm after spinning and weaving. The commonly used heavy cotton cloth is much better, but because this kind of sheep is not suitable for the hot and humid climate in the south, and the Minjiang Weaving Department is afraid that the local cotton and linen textiles will be impacted, and has been hindering the promotion of the Yan family. The north, which is very suitable, will not only benefit the people's livelihood in our country, but will also restrict the economy of Dai Viet once it becomes a climate."
"As for how to promote Lamaism and wool..." Feng Zhiwei raised his face and smiled, "All the old ministers here are capable ministers and officials, and they must have excellent strategies to share His Majesty's worries, so Wei Zhi will not overstep."
Showcasing his talent and his sense of proportion, all the noble ministers with hairpin tassels on the seat, no matter whether he was hostile or supportive, this comment flowed through his heart in an instant.
And that young man stood in the majestic and luxurious Royal Palace, the place where the world's military aircraft are finally decided, in front of the dragon and phoenix among the people who can decide the world's general situation with a single word, he is still in high spirits, shining brightly, with an expression that is noble but not reserved, humble but not humble , such as a jade tree, surpassing the heavens.
Everyone leaned slightly, looking up unconsciously, their eyes gleamed with light—this guy has outstanding talents and senses, and he must have a great career!
This son is too sharp, I'm afraid he will fail halfway!
This woman's clumsy style suddenly changed drastically, and she pushed the Yan family to the fore without any trace, be careful!
The last thought was naturally the honorable King Chu, who sat upright on the seat, staring at the fox-like woman, with a smile on his lips, beautiful and deep, like a demon red mandala blooming at midnight.
In June of the 15th year of Tiansheng, Qiu Shangqi, the governor of the Five Armies, was granted the title of General Conquering the North, and led an army of 200,000 troops to the north.
In the same month, the No. 2 Household Workers Department was ordered by the emperor to secretly negotiate with Nanhai Yan’s representative in Beijing on the introduction and promotion of English long-wool sheep. The generosity of the family made the emperor feel very grateful, and he was given the title of imperial merchant to lead the business exchanges between the southern border and the capital.
Both incidents are related to Feng Zhiwei, but they can't be seen on the surface.
Regarding the candidate for the head coach of Zhengbei, the court and China also had a lot of strife, because this time they must win a big victory, but they must be gentle after the victory. Therefore, the general who presides over this matter needs to be brave and good at fighting, but also mature and prudent. This is almost two opposites. The opposing conditions, and after the founding of Tiansheng, the extremely suspicious Emperor Tiansheng exempted and killed the veterans of the founding country, almost exhausting everything. He also worshiped Chun Yuhong as the deputy commander, which can be regarded as balancing the forces of several parties.
It is difficult for a person who is waiting for a crime to be full of pride, so Qiu Shangqi felt uneasy, so he asked Feng Zhiwei, the "old family friend", to take care of the Qiu Mansion after he left Beijing.
"Nephew." Qiu Shangqi, who had grown a lot of gray hair in a few days, held hands with Feng Zhiwei, looked at his tears, and urged, "The situation in the court is complicated. After taking up the post of Captain of Huwei Daying Camp, I have to ask you to take care of him inside and outside the mansion."
Qiu Shangqi looked at Feng Zhiwei earnestly with his old eyes—now Wei Zhi, although the second strategy of destroying Yue has not yet taken effect, and it is inconvenient to award rewards for a while, but everyone can see that His Majesty admires this young hero very much, and his success is just around the corner. The few sons of the Qiu family are not very successful. They entered the Huwei camp by virtue of their kindness. The first line is keeping a low profile, not daring to breathe loudly, and if he doesn't climb up the big tree at this time, Qiu Shangqi is afraid that if he falls down and loses his life, or even shrouds his body in horse leather on the battlefield, what will happen to the rest of the family? Therefore, they insisted on making friends, and hoped that Mr. Wei would read "Old Friends", and take care of the Qiu Mansion in the future.
"Uncle Shi, don't worry." Feng Zhiwei said sincerely, "Qiufu is my home, the children of Qiufu are all my brothers, if there is me, there must be theirs."
He took out another kit and handed it to Qiu Shangqi: "Uncle Shi will open it when he arrives in Canglan City, Yuebian."
Qiu Shangqi was overjoyed—Wei Zhizhi was wise, and everyone in the court knew it. This must be a brilliant plan! Hurry up and put it in his arms cherishingly, and bid farewell to Feng Zhiwei.
The army set out and traveled all the way, and when they finally reached Canglan City on the border thousands of miles away, Qiu Shangqi couldn't bear it, and secretly opened the kit.
Immediately, the 200,000 troops suddenly saw their commander, yelled, vomited blood, and fell off his horse.
The wind moved the small paper scroll in the kit, floated slowly, and fell into the Canglan River. The beautiful handwriting on the paper scroll was annihilated from then on, and no one saw it again.
"Qiufu is my home, the children of Qiufu are my brothers, your wife is my aunt, and you are my uncle. From now on, what belongs to you is mine. Congratulations, thank you very much."
"Feng Zhiwei paused."
From Wei Xueshi's mansion to Qiu Dudu's mansion, the distance is only a few dozen steps.
Feng Zhiwei measured the ten or so steps with her own pace, and walked calmly, as if the distance of several feet was indeed so easy.
Without that expelled from the mansion, without that snowy night wandering, without that brothel, without that being framed in the street, without that chasing after Qingming, without that turmoil, the imperial court took advantage of the trend to gain a firm foothold in the case of rebellion.
Yan Huaishi and Chun Yumeng followed behind her. Yan Huaishi looked more energetic than her. The introduction of English wool and the Ministry of Households had almost been discussed. The day before yesterday, he sent a letter from his family back to Nanhai, and immediately several dignitaries came from the Yan family. The elder Gao must have praised him very much, and the corners of Mr. Yan's brows and eyes could be filled with the words "prosperous in life".
Chun Yumeng recently conferred the post of Changying Guard Cewei Cavalry Cao Canjun, among the three guards of the Changying Guard "Xun, Yu, and Ce", Ce Wei is the most trusted and closest to the palace, so he can stay in the inner court. However, in a turmoil, the Changying Guards were purged, leaving many positions vacant, and his father paid homage to the Deputy Commander of Zhengbei, so it was no problem for Uncle Chunyu to be a fat job.
After this turmoil, Chun Yumeng, who escaped trouble by being delayed by Feng Zhiwei to report to Changyingwei, admired Feng Zhiwei so much that he would rather be a servant.