Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

Fengyang.

"General Wu Feng?"

"The end is here!"

"Please send someone back to the Zhao Mansion in the capital, and send all the money in the Zhao Mansion."

"Here... Your Majesty has ordered that all the money of the Zhao family is not allowed to be used outside."

Wu Feng's words are easy to say, and every time Zhao Zheng asks such a question, he must answer this way.

Why do these Patriarchs who came out of the Zhao Mansion all have to order such a thing.

It's so annoying, you don't bother me, but I do.

"Who said I need external use?"

Zhao Zheng naturally understood this restriction. He was lying on the cool chair, shaking his fan, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Not for external use?"

Now it was Wu Feng's turn to be confused.

Aren't the patriarchs who came out of the Zhao family all compassionate?

If this money is to come, it is not needed for people's livelihood, so what will it be used for?Is it possible that it is for your own enjoyment?

As the current deputy commander of Jinyiwei, Wu Feng can memorize the information of the Zhao family by heart.

There have been so many high-ranking officials, although they are all dead.

But now in the mansion, there is still a guard, not a single maid.

Is this now going to be an exception?

That's right, with so many good guys out there, it's time for a bad guy too.

Looking at the two scarecrows who were still struggling in the field from the corner of his eye, Wu Feng seemed to understand what was going on with the Patriarch of the Zhao Mansion in front of him.

He must be planning to enjoy himself.

Good luck.

Enjoying blessings is the easiest way to commit crimes, and when the time comes, my Jinyiwei will not have to circle around the Zhao Mansion every day.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zheng wanted to open his eyes.

What is reasonable enjoyment.

"Yes, it's not for external use."

"Compared to the capital, Fengyang is far behind."

"Without the duck blood vermicelli soup from the capital, and the pancakes from the capital, how could Zhao survive?"

"Also, Zhao is not needed in this kind of land, but Zhao needs to guard here every day. Look, Zhao's skin is tanned."

"Why don't you call a few facial shaving masters every few days to give Zhao a shave?"

Wu Feng heard Zhao Zheng's series of complaints, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Master Zhao really knows how to enjoy it, the last general will do it!"

"Life is short for a few decades, of course you have to enjoy it, so please trouble General Wu!"

"No trouble, no trouble."

Wu Feng quickly summoned a subordinate to work for Zhao Zheng.

"By the way, General Wu, please find some more skills for Zhao..."

"What! Master Zhao, what are you looking for?"

"What's the matter, why did General Wu react so strongly? Zhao just wanted to find a few skilled masseurs to come over and massage his shoulders. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Wu Feng suddenly felt that the former Patriarchs of the Zhao Mansion would be better off. This Patriarch of the Zhao Mansion would always make him feel in a hurry.

......

About half a month later.

Zhao Zheng's small money and everything he asked for were all there.

"Come here, give General Wu a massage."

"This, Mr. Zhao can't do it!"

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. Standing guard beside Zhao is different from lying down."

"Ok."

Wu Feng said no, but his body was very honest.

"How? General Wu."

"Uh, hiss! Comfortable!"

Wu Feng usually has no time to enjoy the colorful world, Zhao Zheng has opened his eyes.

Duck blood vermicelli vendors in the capital, pancake makers in the capital, massage therapists in the capital, and even fruits in the capital.

Now Fengyang has it all.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away. Wu Feng lost his previous seriousness while taking off his official uniform.

"As long as it's something money can do, it's not a problem. General Wu works so hard on weekdays, so he should enjoy it."

Zhao Zheng's words silenced Wu Feng again.

As the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei, he naturally has no shortage of money.

But the problem is, he doesn't have time to enjoy it.

He has been locked up by Jin Yiwei, and he can't escape anymore. He can only earn more money for his family.

However, how much is too much.

He didn't know, because he didn't spend it when he was on business outside.

On the other hand, Zhao Zheng continued to whisper the devil.

"So General Wu Feng, do you want to set up a family business in Fengyang?"

"Fengyang is a good place. There is a kind of gold and silver here, waiting for us to discover."

"Behind Zhao is the Zhao family. General Wu has so many followers."

"We all need to retreat, don't we?"

Only then did Wu Feng know Zhao Zheng's true intentions, and he couldn't enjoy this massage for a moment.

The masseur was pushed aside by him.

He quickly got dressed, as if he hadn't enjoyed it just now.

"Master Zhao, speak carefully!"

Unfortunately, his shortness of breath had already betrayed himself.

Zhao Zheng smiled and stood up calmly.

"Speak carefully? Zhao didn't say anything."

"Master Zhao said clearly just now, find a way out for yourself!"

Wu Feng seemed to have turned back to the indifferent Jin Yiwei.

"Yes, retreat!"

"Didn't Zhao say that he would set up a family property in Fengyang, and when he was tired of seeing the prosperity of the capital, he could come to Fengyang to take care of the elderly, what's wrong?"

"Did General Wu understand something else?"

"Then I would like to trouble General Wu to explain to the Zhao family, or, General Wu, go to His Majesty and inform Zhao about today's conversation?"

"You just say that Zhao seduced General Wu, you, the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, find a way out for yourself!"

None of the guards in Jinyi could die well.

A minister is guilty, and Jin Yiwei is a wolf released to bite.

The officials were furious, Jin Yiwei was a dog acting on his own.

Wu Feng, as the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, could he not know this truth?

On the contrary, he knows best.

He was just betting, or every one who worked in Jinyiwei was just betting.

Bet that if you try your best, even if you can't protect yourself, you can still protect your family.

However, the emperor would think of the nobles who fought with the emperor as arrogant soldiers, not to mention their royal guards.

Zhao Zheng continued to whisper the devil.

"General Wu, it's not that Mr. Zhao is doing something rebellious."

"It's just that I want to buy a real estate in Fengyang."

"Fengyang is good. Even those who moved in later enjoy low taxes. As long as you and I clean up the moths in Fengyang, Fengyang will be the real central capital."

"In addition, Fengyang has a huge benefit."

"There is an imperial mausoleum in Fengyang, so since the founding of the country, His Majesty has never committed killing here."

"Otherwise, why did these nobles make Fengyang such a mess, but they sent Zhao to deal with it?"

Fengyang is flat and a good place for farming.

Looking around from the field where Zhao Zheng is located, apart from Fengyang City, there is only Huangling Hill.

At this moment, Wu Feng subconsciously looked at Huangling Hill.

"Because Mr. Zhao is kind, he pretends to be the common people..."

Before he knew it, Wu Feng had already been led astray by Zhao Zheng, so he couldn't bear Zhao Zheng's last blow.

"Hahaha, General Wu's bragging is not to be considered, and Zhao is just looking away."

"Mai cultivates two acres of Fengyang field, and wins thousands of gold medals."

"Fengyang, the central capital, in Zhao's opinion, is a bit poor."

"That's why Zhao plans to build more houses here and promote them. Each house is sold for a hundred taels. Will General Wu be willing to exchange his family's assets for broken houses?"

Wu Feng didn't speak, but his heart was beating very fast.

There are no fools who work for the emperor.

A house of a hundred taels, how can ordinary people afford it? Zhao Zheng's words are for people like him.

When the turmoil broke out, the family members became common people in Fengyang, with no cash and only a dilapidated house.

After the storm passes, the broken house can be exchanged for money.

Such a dilapidated house will always be needed.

"The last will be willing!"

"The last general also thinks Fengyang is good!"

"Hahaha, please trouble General Wu Feng to spread the word in Jinyiwei."

"However, General Erhu and his cronies are exempt."

"The broken house in Fengyang is more suitable for a cold-faced general like General Wu Feng!"

"The end will know!"