Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 254 Plan
After a few gossips, everyone dispersed.

Song Liyun said to Zhao Tingduo: "Ashi, go to Mr. Jiang to see if there is a time for the fair? If not, let him advance it to five days later, September [-]th."

Jiang Feng should have read and investigated the plan he gave him before leaving. If he agrees, he should make a schedule now.

"it is good!"

Zhao Tingduo nodded, without saying a word, got up and strode out of Tianxiang Tower, and went straight to the county government office.

Nowadays, the political changes in the Wu Dynasty are unpredictable,

It has been more than a month since he left the capital, and he still needs to ask Jiang Fengduo.

In the private room, Song Liyun hadn't had tea to clear her mind when she heard someone knock on the door.

Just as he said please come in, Steward Wanda had already opened the door and entered.

"Uncle Wan!" Song Liyun stood up and saluted, inviting him to take a seat and pour a cup of tea.

Manager Wan Da was full of anxiety, and without drinking tea, he cut to the chase and said, "I only came here because I heard that you had entered the city.

I heard that people from the kitchen shop are running on Tianxianglou again?How do you deal with it?Do you want me to go to Fucheng to find some cooks over here. "

There is no famous chef in Tianxiang Building, and it is easy to be taken away by new ideas.

It's as if I just sent two handbags to Beijing, and someone is asking for the source and wanting to imitate them.

Song Liyun knew that Steward Wanda was really thinking about her, so she told her about her plan, including asking County Magistrate Jiang to hold a trade fair.

Steward Wan Da frowned: "What's the use of holding a temple fair all of a sudden?"

Holding a temple fair?Song Liyun couldn't help laughing, it really felt like this.

"Uncle Wan, this is an opportunity to publicly display products. In addition to skewers, I also sell paper towels and paper boxes, so that everyone will think of Tianxianglou when they see skewers, and paper towels when they see the word Tianxianglou..."

Song Liyun said with a smile on her face, she has been preparing these things since she had a carton factory.

It's just that the output is low, and the tissue paper needs to be copied one by one, and only a hundred boxes of tissue paper have been saved so far.

In the county yamen, Jiang Feng and Zhao Tingduo were admiring the flowers in the back yamen garden. At this time, the garden was full of golden chrysanthemums.

Jiang Feng has no other hobbies, only the elegance of a literati, no matter where he goes, the four scenes of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are indispensable.

The Qili County Government has been abandoned for several years, and the vegetation in the garden has long since withered. He also arranged a few pots of chrysanthemums for viewing.

The two walked to a pot of "rouge and snow" chrysanthemums, looked at the faint blush on the tip of the snow-white chrysanthemum petals, Jiang Feng stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Look at the redness in the whiteness of this flower, it reminds me of a person who will become famous soon. "

Zhao Tingduo knew that he had a secret connection with the prince, and he must have other intentions when he said this. Could there be any changes in the court?
It's just that Jiang Feng has deep thoughts, he, a young man who was born in the grassland and grew up in the military camp, can't figure it out.

Don't guess if you can't figure it out, say less and make less mistakes, just wait and see!
Jiang Feng half-spoken, glanced at Zhao Tingduo, who was as usual, and saw that he was as stable as Mount Tai, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: Qing'an Mansion has contributed a lot to expelling the third horse riding son of the Di clan.

He didn't play charades with Zhao Tingduo again: "Third Young Master, have you contacted General Lei these days?"

Zhao Tingduo smiled slightly: "Brother is busy with his defense, so he didn't bother him. County magistrate Jiang also knows that I'm a rough person, and I'm no better than you, so just speak up if you have anything to say."

Jiang Feng nodded: "The third son offended, please follow me."

As he spoke, he led the way and turned into the veranda, and walked into the warm pavilion where the servants had already placed the tea. The two of them sat down, and then said, "Third Young Master, do you know what the Crown Prince wants you to stop stirring up war?"

Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly: "Wu Dynasty signed a contract with Dilu Royal Court!"

"The third son thinks, who can be bound by this contract?"

Zhao Tingduo said lightly: "Restrain the Zhenbei Army!"

The royal court of Dilu is not a country, but five tribes, and the composition of the tribes will change at any time, so such a contract is not stable.

Seeing that the third son's words were all about the focus, Jiang Feng's eyes flickered and he said: "Master, you know that the prince has the support of the Marquis of Zhenbei, and it will be a matter of time before he ascends to the high position, but if he wants to make the country permanent, he must Northern Xinjiang is stable."

Zhao Tingduo raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it Wu Chao's idea to sign a contract with Wang Ting?"

Jiang Feng said again: "Young Master is a sensible person. As the saying goes, people live in sorrow and die in peace. You Di Lu also said that a pack of wolves is always a pack of wolves."

Zhao Tingduo put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and his face darkened: "Magistrate Jiang, you want me to disobey the crown prince and the Lord Hou..."

When he spoke, his tone was sunny and gentle just now, but now he was ruthless.

Jiang Feng was startled, and suddenly remembered that the handsome young man in front of him who came to hold some kind of exhibition was not only a libertine who only knew romance, but also a white wolf king with blood on his hands on the grassland.

He hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands: "Third Young Master calm down, that's not what I meant."

Zhao Tingduo's voice slowed down: "Magistrate Jiang may wish to speak directly if he has something to say."

At this time, Jiang Feng didn't dare to talk in circles, but lowered his voice and said: "Master Hou is loyal to the Wu Dynasty, and he has defended the northern border like gold for decades. Even if he is suspected by the emperor, he is still loyal."

"When the crown prince ascends the throne, the Zhao family will continue to stick to the frontier and become the most important weapon of the country!"

"But, what about you, third son?"

Zhao Tingduo glanced at him: "The Zhenbei Army is also my asylum!"

Jiang Feng shook his head: "There is no room for snoring on the side of the couch! Unless the son has been attached to the Zhenbei Army like this, but the crown prince ascends the throne, Lord Hou will definitely return to Beijing to be honored."

Zhao Tingduo was vigilant, but said calmly: "Brother will still be in charge of the Zhenbei Army in the future."

Jiang Feng was instantly discouraged: "Third son, Lei Qianhu should have told you that he wants to take back the glory of the Wuda tribe and avenge your grandfather."

Zhao Tingduo stood up abruptly, and said coldly: "Jiang Feng, this is a matter of my tribe, what does it have to do with Wu Dynasty?"

Jiang Feng said urgently: "To be honest, Lord Hou and the prince don't want you to stir up troubles in the grassland now, and just wait for a smooth enthronement.

After the prince ascends the throne, the border needs to be stable even more. If you sign the royal court contract, revenge is impossible. "

"And once Lord Hou returns to Beijing, Gongzanggoucang will not be far away."

"What do you mean, big brother wants me to still stir up tribal conflicts?"

Zhao Tingduo understood what he meant, and couldn't help but stare at Jiang Feng: "Aren't you from the prince?"

Jiang Feng nodded and shook his head again: "I am a member of the prince and an official of the Wu Dynasty, and I just want to support orthodoxy and make the Wu Dynasty prosperous and strong.

"The Dilu grassland has no country and no restraint, just like a herd of horses without rein, and in the Wu Dynasty it was like a stubborn disease of the body and skin."

"If the third son can establish the Dilu Grassland, it seems to be harmful to the Wu Dynasty, but in fact it will last forever!"

Zhao Tingduo served the tea again, drooping his eyes without saying a word: he kept these things in his heart all the time, and only his elder brother Zhao Tinglei mentioned them.

But what the elder brother meant was that after he gained a firm foothold in the Dilu Grassland, he could become a support for the Zhenbei Army.

(End of this chapter)