In March of the fourth year of Jianxing, Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, defeated the Ma Sebu tribe in Chan County.
When the news came back to Qiongdu, it happened to be April.
The weather in April is starting to get hotter.
The land reclamation in Qiongdu is in full swing.
The Sunshui River Valley is rich in water, and both sides of the river are flat land.
As long as you plan the place well, burn the wasteland, plow the land, clean up stones and other objects in the soil, and finally build dams, diversion channels, etc. on the river, you can quickly create a field.
The soil by the river is already fertile. Once the horse farm is on the right track, fertilization will be carried out and fertilization will be applied several times, and fertile land will emerge.
Feng Yong made an agreement with the leaders of the Yi people who participated in reclamation to open fifty acres of land. The Han people would get thirty acres, and the Yi people would get twenty acres. They would be allowed to settle in the plains and taught how to farm mulberry trees.
With a sharp knife in one hand and a gentle hand in the other, even if someone wants to say no and wants to go back to the mountains and continue to live happily as a local emperor, they have to consider whether their neck is strong enough.
It’s not that no one has thought of doing this before, but firstly, there are not enough troops. If you want to cultivate with peace of mind, you must have enough troops to deter.
Once you have enough troops, you must also have enough prestige.
The power of the Ghost King is scary enough in Nanzhong, but it is also a disguised prestige. At least the barbarians believe this, and the Ghost King personally guarantees it, so it still has credibility.
Thirdly, there is sufficient food supply.
Before the emergence of artifacts such as the Eight Niu Plow and the Quyu Plow, the cost of land reclamation was quite high. In the first two or three years, it was basically just investment but no output.
Who has the patience to support the Yi people for two or three years in vain?
The fourth thing is to have enough financial resources.
The most important thing is whether there is a prospect worth investing in, or a way to make money.
There are other things, such as enough cattle and so on.
With enough prestige, the imperial court is willing to send enough troops, has enough resources in hand, and can gather everyone's efforts to make everyone believe that there is money to be made in developing Yuejun...
Listed one by one, anyone who can meet all these conditions is basically just a country turtle.
To be honest, Feng Yong didn't like the reputation of the Ghost King, so he never cared about the influence the Ghost King had in Nanzhong.
Now that I came to Yuejun, I realized that the identity of the Ghost King was really like giving the barbarians some wisdom and increasing their aura of charm.
After giving the order, all the Yi people near Qiongdu obeyed.
After the Dongqu Tribe was defeated, even the leaders of the Yi tribes from far away began to come with gifts to pay homage to the Ghost King.
At this time, Feng Yong came back to his senses and wondered why when Old Demon Zhuge was in Nanzhong, he started asking Meng Huo and Huo Aji to make up stories about the Ghost King with their eyes open.
Even when the monument was erected in Wei County to swear an alliance, the ghost king appeared to witness it.
The intention is obvious, that is to continuously improve the reputation of the Ghost King.
Now it is much easier for me to do things in Yuejun because of the reputation of the Ghost King.
"Slow down, slow down, be careful, don't miss anything!"
At this time, King Feng Gui was wearing a straw hat, squatting on the temporary field bank, his fingers almost touching the mud, and he said urgently.
The bare-chested and bare-legged Yi child was covered in mud and was immersed in pulling at the mud.
Even because my back was facing the sun, caked gray-white mud had stuck to my body.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, he raised his head and grinned. He carefully picked up a ball of mud with both hands, placed it on the ridge of the field, and wiped it away with his hands. A loach the size of two fingers was revealed inside.
The loach was exposed to the air and immediately twisted its body a few times before trying to jump back into the field.
"Oh, so big! So dark and big!"
Feng Yong shouted.
The Yi child put his dexterous hands together, picked up the loach, and put it into the fish basket on the side.
"Twenty!" Feng Yong stretched out his two fingers and said seriously, "There are still eighty, so you can exchange them for a meat pie."
"Twenty, eighty."
The Yi child nodded, imitated Feng Yong, stretched out two fingers, and spoke inarticulately.
Then he babbled something to the children around him. They cheered and began to lower their heads and pull at the mud seriously.
The Yi people in the distance saw this Han official without any arrogance, squatting on the ground playing fish-catching games with his children, and couldn't help but reveal a simple and honest smile on their faces.
After these days of contact, in the impression of all of them, although this Han official wandered around all day long and did not do serious things, he also had the best temper and was the most generous.
At the same time, his hobby is a bit special, or a bit silly, and he is actually willing to exchange meat cakes for something in the mud.
No one expected that the most amiable Han official in front of them turned out to be the notorious Ghost King.
I saw another child coming over with a loach in his hands. King Feng Gui stretched out his head and looked at it. It was only the size of a pencil. He shook his head and said no.
The child nodded and threw the loach far away.
At this time, I heard someone commotion in the distance, and then the noise became louder and louder.
Feng Yong stood up and looked up, only to see someone running towards him.
"Sir, Prefect Meng has sent someone to deliver the news."
Among the Han officials, even the youngest Wei Rong had a certain deterrent effect on the Yi people because he controlled the distribution of grain.
Seeing Wei Rong running over, the Yi kid took a few steps back calmly.
"Oh, is there any news from Prefect Meng?"
When Feng Yong heard what Wei Rong said, he first waved his hand to the Yi children in the mud, indicating for them to continue, and then walked towards Wang Han who was waiting not far away.
"The last general has met Feng Changshi."
Unexpectedly, it was Wang Han who was sent here by Meng Yan. Feng Yong was a little surprised and asked, "Prefect Meng sent General Wang here, but what's the military situation?"
"Back to Chang Shi, a few days ago, Grand Administrator Meng defeated the horse-catching tribe in Chan County and sent his general back to report to Chang Shi."
Wang Han reported the good news to Feng Yong with a happy face.
"oh."
Feng Yong nodded, his expression unchanged.
It only took Zhang Ni ten days to defeat the Dongqu tribe. After all, Meng Yan was a man with no flying army who could carry Sima Yi to death. How could he be his opponent if he only captured the horse tribe?
"Has Taishou Meng ever come back?"
On the other hand, Wang Han saw that Feng Yong was calm and secretly admired his calmness. When he heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied, "Wei Zeng. Prefect Meng sent the final general back, firstly to escort the captured materials back, and secondly to
Bring more food and grass over there."
Hearing Wang Han's words, Feng Yong asked strangely, "Since the horse-catching tribe has been defeated, why haven't you returned to the army?"
"Back to Changshi, we fought with the horse-catching tribe in Chan County and captured the leader Wei Lang. Meng Yan saw that he was not convinced and let him go again, saying that he would go back and reorganize his troops and fight again. So the governor
Let the general come back and get some more food and grass."
Um?
Feng Yong touched his chin.
This move looks familiar, very familiar...
"What are the materials seized?"
"Two thousand horses, three hundred cattle, three thousand sheep, and other furs are irrelevant."
When Feng Tuchel heard this, his eyes widened immediately, "So many?!"
After destroying the Dongqu Department, the total number of cattle, sheep and horses seized was more than a thousand.
He originally thought that the Horse Seizing Tribe was a smaller tribe than the Dongqu Tribe and would not capture as much as the Dongqu Tribe, but he did not expect that Meng Yan's harvest would be so rich.
Wang Han grinned, "Almost everyone in the horse-catching department rides horses, and they make a living by catching horses and herding them, so there are naturally more cattle, sheep, and horses. That's all, we only counted the intact ones. Those who were injured and died were not counted.
Calculate."
"Okay, okay!" Feng Yongxi was moved, "That's great!"
After saying that, he pulled Wei Rong over and said, "How much do you want for this grain and grass? Just tell me, my disciple. He is the commander of the county, Bo, who is in charge of money and grain. I will allocate another thousand soldiers to go back with you."
Eshun was still chasing Dongkuiqu and the remnants of the Dongqu tribe in Su Qiyi. Zhang Ni brought back 1,500 soldiers and sent another 1,000 to help Meng Yan. There was no problem at all.
Even before the racecourse is built, there are already nearly 5,000 Yunnan horses, which is so exciting!
"Wei Rong, take General Wang down to rest first. If General Wang wants to eat something, just ask the people below to make it for General Wang."
"Yes." Wei Rong responded, "General Wang, please."
"Okay, thank you, Lord Wei."
"What would you like to eat, General Wang?"
"I'm almost throwing up just eating that dry food these days. It would be delicious if I could have a bowl of hot soup and some meatloaf!"
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People are in high spirits after happy events. After the sun goes down, everyone calls it a day and Feng Yong carries the heavy fish basket back to his temporary residence in Qiongdu.
The relatively well-preserved residences in Qiongdu City are now barely habitable after repairs over the past few days.
Feng Yong picked a small courtyard and moved in, so he no longer had to crowd into the military camp.
Around the courtyard, no one is allowed to come within three feet without permission.
"The Lord is back?"
There are two servants in the yard, one is the cook and the other is the maid who does rough work.
Seeing Feng Yong return to the yard, the cook quickly came up and took the fish basket from Feng Yong's hand, "What would you like to eat for dinner, my lord?"
"I don't care. Whatever Xijun wants to eat, I will eat."
"My wife hasn't come back yet."
"Oh, then wait a minute and help me wash the fish here with water and put it in the wooden barrel at the end."
In the shade in the corner of the small courtyard, there are several wooden barrels with branches placed on them for shade.
Feng Yong walked over, picked up the branch, and looked inside. He saw that it was full of loaches and eels. Counting the days, the bucket at the front should have almost spit out the soil.
Pan-fried loach and braised eel, Han Palace Cangjiao, braised eel segments...
Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
In the past few years, I have been running around here and there. The good times of lying under the willow tree and fishing are gone forever. I have never been to Yuejun where I can relive the fun of my childhood.
Otherwise, let’s just forget about loaches for tonight’s meal?
Yes, just do it.
Thinking like this, I couldn't help but hum, "The pond is full of water and the rain has stopped..."
"The mud at the edge of the field is full of loaches..."
"I wait for you every day, waiting for you to catch loaches..."
While humming, he took out the bucket. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw an extremely handsome face that almost touched his own. Feng Yong was so frightened that he almost dropped the bucket in his hand.
"Brother...Brother...Xijun, when did you come back?"
Guan Ji smiled softly, "Alang came back when he was squatting here. I heard the song Alang hummed had a special flavor, so I didn't say hello. I wanted to listen to it for a while longer."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Feng Yongyong doubted that he was there, and while pouring the water from the bucket, he said, "This is a tune from my master's school. I heard that it is based on the tune from the far west."
"Please Xijun, please bring me a clean basket."
Guan Ji took the basket and handed it to Feng Yong, watching him pour the loach in the bucket and rinse it, "No wonder the song sounds a little weird, but what is it singing? Why can't you understand it?"
"Loach, that's what we call it."
Feng Yong pointed to the loach in the basket and explained, "This song is about a little girl dragging her brother to catch loaches in the fields."
"Oh, that's it." Guan Ji nodded and said casually, "Alang likes to go to the fields with the little girl to catch mud... loach? Is that what it's called?"
"right."
"It turns out that Alang has this hobby."
What preferences?
Feng Yong suddenly felt something was wrong, "I mean, Loach..."
"Yes, Loach."
Guan Ji nodded, "Alang taught Siniang this piece of music himself, and Siniang often sang it. In this world, apart from Alang, Siniang is the only one who can sing, right?"
Feng Tubiao came down in a cold sweat.
Finished!
I was so carried away that I actually forgot about this incident.
Guan Ji, you have changed!
This woman's palace fighting is indeed an instinct.
At first it seemed like gossip, which made me relax my vigilance, then I asked myself about Qu'er with a curious look, and finally gave me the fatal blow. It was completely natural, without any deliberate intention.
So careless, so careless!
I could only hear Guan Ji Youyou saying, "Last year when Alang went south, I sang "Drumming" to see Alang off, but Alang sang a song with exactly the same words as this song."
"At that time, I thought passionately that this was a gift for me. Later, I didn't expect that Si Niang actually sang this loach song. Come to think of it, you two are the ones who sang in harmony with each other, right?"
sweat!
Sweat profusely!
Waterfall sweat!
Genghis Khan!
Guan Ji's tone was still very gentle, and she put her right hand on Feng Yong's shoulder, as if she wanted to hug him.
As soon as the cook walked out of the kitchen, she saw the tenderness between the master and the wife. She thought the scene was very beautiful, so she sneaked away again, causing Feng Yong to miss the great opportunity to escape.
"What...what was I singing at that time?" Feng Yong didn't dare to move and asked stammering, "I forgot."
"How do I know about the harmony between Alang and Siniang?"
Guan Ji's tone was extremely gentle, but the plain hand on Feng Yong's shoulder began to exert faint force.
"Oh, I remembered it!"
Feng Yong shouted, his desire to survive before death made him burst out with amazing potential, "Golden Sword and Eagle Feather!"
"This song tells the story of chivalrous and ruthless children, not what Xijun imagined. Xijun, listen, the meaning of this song is: Holding a three-foot sword of justice at the waist, having thousands of tender feelings in the mind, walking freely through the mountains and rivers
During this time, the love between the two is lingering for thousands of miles..."
"Xijun, think about it, how can Siniang's martial arts compare with yours? This three-foot sword naturally describes you, so this song must be sung by you. At that time, there were thousands of mountains between us.
Wanshui, that’s why I send you these words of love that last for thousands of miles.”
After Guan Ji heard these extremely explicit words of love, her fair face immediately blushed, her eyes rolled, and she lightly opened her red lips, "Seriously?"
"It can't be more true." When Feng Langjun saw that there was something going on, he immediately launched his stunt, "This song is specially allocated to a legendary novel. When I write it, you will know it."
"There are also these loaches. Now I'm going to wash them out and cook them myself tonight, just to make delicious food for you. I'll make sure you haven't eaten them before."
How can it be more interesting to catch loaches with the young lady than to eat fried loaches with Xijun?
"Alang is interested."
Guan Ji looked around and saw that there was no one around. She pecked him on the face like a dragonfly touching water, and said softly, "Alang is now a king. Why do you still cook by yourself? If others find out, they will laugh."
"What do they know? I learned the art of Yi Ya, and cooking is normal. Xijun has been patrolling around these days, and it's been really hard. I can't bear it. I just want to reward Xijun.
"
Feng Yong quickly coaxed.
The water in Guan Ji's eyes became warmer and moister.
She looked at the loach in the basket and frowned slightly, "Can we eat such ugly things?"
"Xijun will know it when he tastes it!"
The uglier something is, the more delicious it is, haven't you experienced it, Xijun?
When Feng Tubao thought of this, his heart shuddered and his mouth went dry.
