Chapter 122

The quality of the wool is not good, and the color of the woven fabric is naturally not very good. It is yellow with white, and it feels very rough in the hand.

"No! It's not what I want at all."

Feng Yong sighed, it was much worse than he imagined, let alone compared with the exquisite appearance of the woolen sweaters of later generations, it was also much worse than his own psychological expectations.

It seems that we still have to continue to test and improve the data.

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun have been following Feng Yong these days, watching the wool being made into thread with his own eyes, and seeing the thread being woven into cloth, and seeing his brother holding the woolen cloth in his hand, both of them stared straight at him. up!

Not only Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, but even Huang Wudie and Guan Yinping, who had made an appointment to fight on the city wall, were pulled over to watch the excitement-what's so fun about fighting, to watch brother perform the ultimate mystery of the Great Scientology for you!

Although the final product made Feng Yong feel a little ashamed, the two women were stunned on the spot.

Seeing Feng Yong's dissatisfied and disgusted expression, Zhao Guang immediately snatched the short piece of cloth, groping for it while admiring: "Good cloth, good cloth! It's much better than those linen cloths! And you don't even need to plant hemp, If you want to weave, you can just cut the wool from the sheep, which is so convenient!"

When you are a sheep, can you gather wool for you every day? Weeds don't grow so fast!

Feng Yong glared at Zhao Guang angrily.

Wang Xun, who regarded Feng Yong as a heavenly man, also stepped forward at this time, touched Feng Yong, and then looked at Feng Yong, admiring: "Brother, how demanding is it? This is already the best cloth, why are you not satisfied?" What do you say? My brother’s thoughts are really the best in the world!”

"Let me see, let me see!"

Huang Ji, who had been staring at Guan Ji, couldn't hold back at this moment, she stepped forward and looked over and over again, then looked at Feng Yong, her eyes were full of light, and she blurted out: "Is this the first time Feng Langjun has been to Hanzhong? If there is no place to stay, it is better to live with my concubine."

"No!" Unsurprisingly, Guan Ji yelled coquettishly, and came up to block Feng Yong directly behind her, for fear that Huang Wudie would snatch him on the spot, "Feng Langjun's arrival in Hanzhong was ordered by the imperial court, when will it be your turn?" Hands-on?"

Huang Wudie was not in the mood to quarrel with Guan Yinping, she pushed Guan Ji's body away, and looked at Feng Yong again: "I heard from Erlang that Feng Langjun wants a group of barbarians to go to Hanzhong to graze? Is there anything else for me? There is some food, if the concubine can provide some food, can it also be counted as a concubine?"

You are a daughter's family, and you are not satisfied with such a large family business?

But when Feng Yong saw the fiery eyes of Zhao Guang and others, even Guan Ji cast a concerned look, and he understood.

As the old saying goes, money touches people's hearts, money touches people's hearts!

Just like Huang Wudie, guarding a huge family property, most of it is just grain dug out of the ground, how can there be gold and silver money that is so dazzling?

In the eyes of the world, wool is useless. The Hu Yi people used it to make clothes, but they were forced to do so. Even if they had sheepskin, they would not wear it again.

Now through the hands of Feng Langjun, this wool has turned into something better than hemp silk. It is simply a living example of turning stone into gold!

The Hu Yi people guard the treasure but don't know how to use it. They are really idiots, and they deserve to die of poverty and starvation!

"This matter will be discussed later." Unexpectedly, Feng Yong shook his head lightly and smiled, "These and other matters are not up to the few of us."

"Brother, why is this?"

Zhao Guang was most anxious, so he asked immediately.

"What is Erlang talking about? This Feng Langjun is right, we will discuss this matter later."

Before Feng Yong could speak, a deep voice suddenly came in.

It is not known whether Feng Yong and his party are the most important in this pass city, but they must be the most special. Although no one is guarding the door, most people dare not come in without notification?

Feng Yong was taken aback, followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged man in armor striding into the courtyard, followed by Li Yi.

Seeing Feng Yong look over, Li Yi gave a look, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and pointed to the man walking in front.

"Uncle, why are you here? Didn't you say you went to the west for inspection?"

Zhao Guang called out.

The only one who can make Zhao Guang call his uncle is Ma Dai, the guard of Guancheng.

"People say it's better to catch up sooner than later. If I hadn't rushed back at this time, wouldn't I have missed the opportunity to meet the young hero?"

The visitor was in his forties, with protruding browbones and deep-set eyes. One could tell at a glance that he was of some ethnic minority blood in Xiliang, and he had a calm air about him.

"It seems that this is Feng Langjun, whom the prime minister called a young hero?"

Ma Dai walked up to Feng Yong, looked him up and down, his voice was strong.

"Don't dare to be known as a hero in front of the general," Feng Yong hastily saluted, "Feng Yong has met General Ma."

"You don't need to be so polite." Ma Dai smiled heartily, and patted Feng Yong's shoulder enthusiastically, "Feng Langjun did great things when he came to Guancheng, how could he not be called a young hero? "

Then, he turned his head to look at the pile of wool piled up in the yard, then took the cloth from Huang Wudie, lowered his head and stroked it lightly, and praised repeatedly: "Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the Hu Qiang people It is really wonderful that useless wool can be woven into such a fine cloth through Feng Langjun's skillful hands!"

Then he raised his head and looked around at the crowd: "What's even more rare is that among the crowd, only Feng Langjun can clearly see the pros and cons of this, and he was not confused by the benefits in front of him. It's really rare."

Feng Yong secretly groaned ashamed, you think I don't want to take it all by myself? Why dare not!

Looking at the history books in later generations, Feng Yong knew that the old demon Zhuge made all things like Shu brocade into official camps for the Northern Expedition, not to mention salt and iron with precedents.

This wool can be used to make clothes, and the clothes made are even better than hemp silk. The relationship between this is too complicated.

Just the reason of being able to win over Hu Qiang from the northwest to help the Northern Expedition is enough for the old demon Zhuge to hold it firmly in his hands, not to mention that it is related to the national economy and the people's livelihood.

So, feudal society has no human rights!

Of course, in future generations, it's impossible to just do whatever you want.

Feng Yong has the advantage of being a prophet, and he can quickly make a choice. Unexpectedly, Ma Dai can also see the pros and cons immediately. This is called a unique vision.

Thinking about it, Ma Dai was able to escape from Cao Cao's layout and stand on the opposite side after the death of Zhuge Old Demon. Without certain foresight and wisdom, he couldn't do it.

Hearing what Ma Dai said, Feng Yong knew that he must have been standing outside for a while, and he didn't know if he had seen the whole process.

As for Zhao Guang and others, after such a reminder, some seemed to have thought of something and were thoughtful, while others were still confused.

"What's the meaning of Uncle's words?" Zhao Guang asked directly, "I started preparing for these things when I was waiting in Jincheng, so what does it have to do with others?"