"The lord, Datong keeps saying that he is a big man, for the lord, not Xun Yu boasting, my Xun family, running Yingchuan land for generations!"

"Yuzhou has the right time and place, all of them are on my side, just talking about farming, the farmers of the Xun family, really can't compare to the Mintun refugees?"

"Datong relies on people, fertilizers, farm tools, these two things, aren't they the things of the Han Dynasty? Is it Datong's private property? Take out this thing, I am a big man, and I am the lord of Yingchuan, and the grain and straw handed over may not be less! ”

Xun Yu is worthy of the head of the Yingchuan scribes, and every word implies a knife and a knife, with the way of others, and the body of others, directly pointing to the pulse of Fang Guang and the core technology.

In the tent, Xun Yu everyone, after listening to Xun Yu's words, everyone's eyes lit up.

Yes, Fang Datong is the same Yellow Turban Captain, and now he is incarnated as the guardian of the Great Han, open his mouth and close his mouth Your Majesty, Empire, now, let you take out the treasure of Dongjun for the Empire, are you willing?

"Chemical fertilizer, farm tools, that is naturally to be taken out, I originally wanted to receive summer grain, so I promoted these two things in the land under the jurisdiction of the lord, and within ten years, all states and counties in the world should have these two things!"

"I take this thing out, if Wen is farming, it will definitely not be comparable."

Fang Guang smiled at the corner of his mouth, with a cheap look that you just can't do it, looking at Xun Yu, the corners of his mouth curled.

Xun Lingjun has been so affectionate in his life, and the green tendons on his neck instantly bulged.

"There is no basis for words, Datong, but take out this thing, Yingchuan, can you be more familiar than me? Where are the people in Yuzhou who are kind and good at farming, can you know better than me? ”

Xun Yu can also say such hot words, so that half of the people in the military tent almost laughed, everyone knows that today's Fang Guang is Xun Lingjun, who has been proud of the recent spring breeze, and he is really angry enough.

"Ahem!" On the main seat, Cao Cao coughed lightly twice and controlled the rhythm.

Fang Guang looks okay now, Xun Yu is moved, if he continues to make trouble, maybe he will have a real PK, this Xun Lingjun, he will definitely not be able to beat Fang Guang in a fight.

"Wen Ruo, Datong, the meaning of the two of you, I know it in my heart!"

"Yingchuan has thousands of acres of fertile soil, in the end, farming is strong in the family, or strong in Mintuntun Tuntian, don't you know if you compare it?"

"The summer grain harvest is imminent, I heard that Dongjun can be wheat beans, wheat and millet are planted, since Datong is willing to take out the fertilizer, you two, will divide the soil of Yingchuan into two, who will give me more wheat beans, this Fangzhou County, who will manage it in the future, isn't it?"

Cao Cao clasped his hands in front of his chest, glanced at Fang Guang and Xun Yu, and said slowly.

A gleam flashed in Xun Yu's eyes, and without waiting for Fang Guang to respond, he just said a good word loudly.

After all, the Xun family has lived here for a long time, and with the fertilizer and farm tools that they have coveted for a long time, Xun Yu really doesn't believe it, the farming family can't farm the Yellow Turban Army!

Today, he can get the two fundamentals in his heart, Fang Guang's foothold, in Xun Yu's opinion, the profit is too big!

"Okay, according to the lord's words, the wheat harvest should be in 20 days, and by then, my ministry should have pacified Yuzhou!"

"Both of you agreed, and the matter was decided, all for Your Majesty, the people, today's dispute can be described as a gentleman's dispute!"

"Datong, you take out Dongjun to rely on, I can't favor one over the other, in this way, how to deal with the Yellow Turban troops, you can decide for yourself, at that time, the thief, maybe in the future, it will be my good people in Yuzhou!"

"By the way, Datong, you have too many things in your hands, you can't stay in Yingchuan, staring at the fields, how about it, who do you mean, take care of this matter? But do you want to transfer the jujube from Dongjun to Yuzhou? ”

"Lord, no, this time I came to the south, I brought Nanyang celebrity Shi Tao, Shi Guangyuan, he is also the ancestral home of Yingchuan, can supervise the farming for me!"

Fang Guang bowed down and let go of his back, hearing the debate in the tent, Shi Tao's hands were already covered with cold sweat.

"Nanyang Shi Tao, I have seen Cao Gong, I am now a guest of Datong, and I am willing to serve Ming Gong!"

Nanyang scribe, Zhuge Liang's divine friend, after all, it is different, Cao Cao looked at Shi Tao who was neither humble nor arrogant, and his aura was lofty, and he liked it very much in his heart, and nodded again and again.

In the tent, Xun Yu's uncle and nephew, who listened to Fang Guang's recommendation, were actually the heirs of the Shi family, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes at the same time.

The uncle and nephew glanced at each other, and heard Cao Cao's voice again.

"Wen Ruo, you are also an indispensable pillar of our army, Yingchuan farming, Xun family overseer, who are you sending?"

"Lord, this matter is about the Han Dynasty, the lord is fundamental, I am not like Datong, the people under my command, I can come at your fingertips, my nephew Xunyou, wait for Yingchuan to calm down, you can go."

Xun Yu sarcastically mocked Fang Guang for finding a parallel goods to fill up, and he assigned his nephew to go, which naturally had a deep meaning.

Finally, Fang Guangken took out the black technology of Quyuan plow, cylinder car, and fertilizer, and naturally it was most appropriate for his family to control it.

What kind of vision does Xun Wenruo have? He knew in his heart that if he could hold these three things in his hands, the Xun family would prosper for a hundred years, or even a hundred feet, and if he went further, he would have a foundation.

For a while, the major event has been decided, and after a dragon and tiger fight, Cao Ying's civil and military affairs in the tent were watched, and everyone was shaken.

In the tent, only Guo Jia, who was lying on the couch, kept turning the pages in his hand, as if he did not have the slightest emotion, in the battle between Fang Guang and Xun Yu.

The big tent quieted down for a moment, Guo Jia seemed to notice something, then he raised his head, looked at Fang Guang and chuckled, and slowly spoke.

"Lord, this matter is over, the lord should reward General Xiahou and dispose of Liu Shao!"

"Also, Datong wants to come, and he will go west again in the near future, a meal, and he should drink freely at night, and talk about gods and ghosts after drinking, which should be a joy in life!"

"This book is really interesting!"

Guo Jia shook the books in his hand, smiled on his face, and said a word, which instantly eased the tense atmosphere in the tent.

"This book is really interesting!"

At the same time that Cao Ying Guo Jia was praising his words, thousands of miles away from Yuzhou, under the beautiful military tent, a young girl, holding the bamboo book in her hand, let out the same sigh.

The book that the girl opened was not the snow in the snow that is now circulated by the children of the Jiangdong family, but the first twenty chapters of the Red Mansion written by Fang Guang from memory.

Coming through, Fang Guang naturally made a modification to the background of the Red Mansion in line with the characteristics of the times in terms of details.

When this book first came out in Dongjun, I saw Cai Yan being fascinated, and Lu Su, who slept with Fang Guang, came to the south, and printed a copy of Fang Guang's book and manuscript with him.

Lu Zijing, the hero of Jiangdong, can't see so much fat and powder, the Red Mansion turned two pages, and put it aside, and by chance, it was transferred to the current Huiji City, in the hands of the girl.

Looking at the woman in the Red Mansion, she is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face is still vaguely childish, but her elegant and beautiful temperament, the unique charm of Jiangnan women, is already overflowing.

With his hands on his cheeks and his apricot eyes in spring, Da Qiao, who came to the east to meet and fight, didn't care about the things in the army, but cried several times for more than a dozen thin pages.