Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 100 Fighting for the Front! (one)

Soon.

Someone outside Feng's house came to send a letter.

Hearing the news, Feng Zhen's eyes darkened, and he said in a concentrated voice: "Father, someone just sent a letter saying that the eldest son is handling this matter this time, and invited us to meet in an official residence in three days. What should we do now?" ?”

Holding a bamboo stick, Feng Dong walked around the house, with a look of determination in his eyes, and said loudly: "Since the eldest son is handling it, we can't just give it to the daughter."

"Give five thousand"

"Six thousand!"

"Don't the government like six? Then put together six thousand gold."

heard.

Feng Zhen's expression changed slightly, and he asked in surprise, "Is this too much?"

Feng Dong said in a cold voice: "If you give up, you will gain."

"Six thousand gold is indeed a lot, but if you can make friends with the eldest son, this amount of money is not much at all."

"And it's a test too."

"Exploring?" Feng Zhen was taken aback.

Some don't know what it means.

Feng Dong's eyes were slightly closed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes from time to time, and he said lightly: "Now our Feng family knows nothing about the government's attitude, if we continue to let it go on, we will only become more and more passive."

"So take the initiative to attack."

"Six thousand gold."

"It's a bit traumatic for me, Mrs. Feng."

"If you can use the six thousand gold to test out the eldest son's attitude, in my opinion, it's worth it."

"If the government accepts it."

"That means I, Mrs. Feng, can escape safely."

"When you meet the eldest son, you can also be kind and friendly, and you can even use this to make friends. Isn't this more valuable than six thousand gold?"

"If the government doesn't accept it."

Feng Dong paused for a moment, then said in a concentrated voice: "That proves that the government has a bigger appetite."

"I, Mrs. Feng, knew about this matter first, and I have more room for maneuver. I can also use the [-] line as the guideline to constantly test the tone of the government."

"It's all about gain and nothing harm."

"Money can be spent, but it's worth it."

"Even if the money really goes to waste in the end, as long as my Feng family still controls Yanchi and a thousand acres of land, I can earn it back in less than ten years."

"What I'm giving right now is attitude!"

"It is to tell the government clearly and plainly that I, Mrs. Feng, are loyal to Da Qin, and I think about the government wholeheartedly, and I have absolutely no selfishness."

"We merchants are lowly people."

"What the government looks at is our attitude. As long as we have a lower attitude and offer more money and food, the government will generally not take us seriously."

"You go down and make arrangements as soon as possible."

"In three days, I will go there in person."

Feng Zhen nodded slightly.

He didn't dare to be careless as it was a matter of family importance.

Just when Feng Zhen was about to walk out of the house, Feng Dong said suddenly: "I changed this beautiful body these few days, and merchants should look like merchants, otherwise, what's the point?"

"Let the eldest son see it, how can he be treated?"

Feng Zhen looked at the splendid clothes on his body, nodded quickly, and said with a smile: "Father is still considerate, I'll go back and change it."

"The clothes are indeed inappropriate."

Feng Dong sat on the table, pondered for a moment, took out a bamboo slip, and began to write on it.

Then send someone to Fusu.

West City.

Ji Heng lay on the recliner, knocking on dried fruit, and looked at the materials Fusu sent.

Soon.

A small official came in from outside the house.

Submissively, he presented a bamboo slip to the case, and said softly, "Mr. Ji, this was sent to the palace by someone from the Feng family, and the eldest son ordered me to send it over."

"Feng family?" Ji Heng nodded, remembering this Feng family.

This is the descendant of Feng Chen.

Feng Xuan is one of the diners under Meng Changjun's family.

That is to say, the person who did Xue Guoshiyi and built the "Three Caves".

Feng Xuan took this opportunity to gain a firm foothold in Qi State, and his family began to prosper. Qi State was already prosperous in business and trade, so the Feng family also mastered some business operations in succession. After Qin destroyed Qi, a large number of nobles moved to Guanzhong, and the Feng family took the throne. Among them, it's just that compared with Feng Xuan who is willing to live in poverty and is unwilling to do business, the Feng family is obviously degenerate now.

Ji Heng took the bamboo slips that the little official put on the case into his hands, glanced at them quickly, and couldn't help but marvel at Feng's great writing, and said, "Although Feng's 'declining' at the moment, this wisdom and vision , but not lost.”

"Six thousand gold, this is not a small sum."

"Even if Feng Shi could take it out, it might hurt his muscles and bones, but Feng Shi offered it so easily. If it were someone else, he might really be tempted."

"Then."

"I, Ji Heng, am not born to love money."

Ji Heng put down the bamboo slips, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will take this bamboo slips for now, but I don't need to inform Mrs. Feng of the situation."

The little official said with his forehead: "No."

Ji Heng said again: "Your eldest son, can you confirm the time?"

The little official said: "It's settled, it will be in an official residence in the city in three days' time."

"I see. I don't need to disclose information to these merchants these few days. Let them guess." Ji Heng didn't say much, but simply ordered a few words, and continued to look at the bamboo slips.

What he looked at was not the information of merchants.

But prisoners.

The prisoners on the bamboo slips used to be merchants.

It's just that he was sentenced to prison for failing in business in the past.

Ji Heng browsed quickly, remembering the names of these people and the corporal punishment these people had received.

Three days passed in a flash.

Soon it was the time Fusu agreed with the merchant.

Ji Heng washed his face with clean water, and then rubbed it vigorously to make his complexion look relatively rosy. Wearing a commoner coat and a pair of straw sandals, he just walked towards the agreed place.

But when he approached the attic, he put on the mask comfortably.

Walk on Changyang Street.

Ji Heng had the illusion of being separated from the world.

After he was imprisoned, his scope of activities was actually very small, and he had no chance to come into contact with the business market. Now, from a distance, he can see a row of squares, all kinds of salt, iron, jewelry, and cinnabar are displayed in the market. However, some big trading companies have entered several buildings with high eaves and tall buildings.

Copper doors, copper cabinets, fine stone pavement.

It is luxurious and luxurious, and the store looks like a big shop, which is completely different from other places.

Crowded.

But this excitement has nothing to do with him.

He just took a few glances from a distance, then walked through the bustling area, and stepped decisively into a relatively quiet square area, which is the official residence square area.

There are some restaurants and houses on both sides of the long street.

Compared with the market, it is much quieter.

outside the mansion.

Hundreds of soldiers were displayed in a magnificent manner, with a bit of chilling air.

Feng Dong, Feng Zhen and his son had already arrived at the scene, and now they are sitting at the end, sitting upright, not looking sideways. The clothes of the father and son are very simple, even a little shabby.

The father and son waited quietly.

From the moment he entered the house, he didn't speak any more, and he didn't dare to question the officials around him wantonly. He sat on the mat tremblingly, as if he was a prisoner about to be interrogated.

Soon.

There was a sound of footsteps outside.

Feng Dong subconsciously looked over, but he was taken aback when he saw the clothes of the person coming. This person was dressed poorer than himself, and the corners of the clothes were covered with a lot of dust.

And wearing a mask.

Just when Feng Dong was suspicious, the little official at the side introduced: "Feng Dong, this is Mr. Zhong. Today is Mr. Zhong's meeting with you."

"The eldest son has arrived."

"But it will not be dedicated, but in the west room next door."

talking.

The little official bowed respectfully to the west.

Feng Dong didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly got up and saluted towards the west chamber, somewhat disappointed in his eyes.

Ji Heng also cupped his hands slightly.

At this time, Feng Dong looked at Ji Heng, and after looking him up and down, he smiled and said: "I have met Mr. Zhong, and Mr. Zhong is really young and promising. At a young age, he can get a lot of money." The eldest son thinks highly of him, it is really enviable."

Feng Dong bowed to Ji Heng.

The attitude is very humble.

Ji Heng glanced at Feng Dong indifferently, with a cold expression on the corner of his mouth.

These merchants are the best at observing words and expressions, but now that he is wearing a mask, he can't see any emotions. I'm afraid Feng Dong is also very depressed now.

Ji Heng took the seat.

Feng Dong didn't dare to sit down, he continued to stand aside, and said in a deep voice: "A few days ago, I received a post from the government, and I was shocked and frightened. In my eyes, what I fear is that Feng's family is from the city, his status is low, and he doesn't know etiquette, so he is afraid that he will offend the eldest son."

"If you accidentally made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Eldest Young Master, Mr. Zhong."

Feng Dong bowed to Ji Heng in the west chamber.

Courtesy is very thoughtful.

A door apart.

Fusu's voice came.

"Feng Dong, you don't need to be nervous. This time Mr. Zhong is talking to you. I'm just listening in. I won't interfere, and I won't punish you for your words."

"You can rest assured."

heard.

Feng Dong's eyelids twitched.

He took a deep look at Ji Heng, and bowed towards the west chamber, but he was surprised in his heart, who is this Mr. Zhong?How could he be so highly valued by the eldest son?

Even hand over the full power to this person.

And Zhong's?
He thought about it quickly in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything famous.

The only thing he could think of was the Zhongli family in Donghai County.

It's just that it's Zhongli.

Not a clock.

He didn't think that Mr. Zhong in front of him would tamper with the family name.

This can be related to the lintel of the ancestors.

Ji Heng sat at the table, but did not speak directly, first ordered a bowl of hot soup for Feng Dong and his son, and then slowly said: "I know it's a bit abrupt to invite you here this time, but there are some things that need to be met after all. Yes."

"Daqin has never treated you badly in the past."

"Because of Qin Zheng, it's even considered preferential treatment."

"Now that the imperial court has encountered some matters, Feng's generosity may be needed. I also hope that Feng's can take care of the country this time and share more for the imperial court."

Ji Heng's voice was not loud, but a little cold.

But it fell into Feng Dong's ears, but it was another taste.

His expression was slightly different, and he didn't agree hastily, but tentatively said: "Mr. Zhong, may I ask what difficulties the court has encountered? If Mrs. Feng can really help, Mrs. Feng will never shirk it."

Ji Heng didn't speak, but clapped his hands.

Soon, a small official entered the room with several stacks of bamboo slips.

Ji Heng glanced at it, took out a stack from it, and handed it to the little official, who then delivered it to Feng Dong.

see.

Feng Dong's heart trembled.

He knew that although Ji Heng was young, he was not so easy to deal with.

Words and deeds.

It seems that they all have a strong force.

Feng Dong took the bamboo slips respectfully, but his face suddenly changed when he saw the content on the bamboo slips.

(End of this chapter)