As the most senior military leader in the Shu Han Dynasty, Zhao Yun is naturally not as hard-working as Wang Ping. Except for resting at home during the holidays, Zhao Yun rushes to duty every day. Unless there is something important in the court, Zhao Yun is the emperor or the prime minister.
I have to discuss it with him before I go for a walk. The rest of the time I can do whatever I want and live a comfortable life.
When he saw his second son Zhao Guang coming back from outside, he couldn't help but frowned: "Why did Erlang return home so early?"
Sir, I am your son. Is it strange that I go back to my own home?
Zhao Guang had a sad look on his face. Unlike his elder brother, he was destined to inherit his father's title. Moreover, he currently held a serious official position and was working hard to earn qualifications to climb up the ladder. But he was just granted a job title.
I just want to work and wait for death.
"Replying to your lord, today brother..." Zhao Guang stammered his tongue, "Then Feng Langjun was called by someone from the Prime Minister's Mansion, saying that his aunt wanted to eat ice cream and asked Feng Langjun to deliver it in person.
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"What bad things did Mr. Feng do these days?"
"Ah? Why do you say that, sir?" Zhao Guang was stunned.
Seeing the stupid look on his son's face, Zhao Yun wanted to slap him directly.
"What kind of person is your aunt? Others don't know it, but you don't know it? How can you be so arrogant?"
"What do you mean, sir, is that the prime minister used his aunt's name to meet Mr. Feng?"
"Otherwise why would I ask you what that kid has been doing these days?"
"There's nothing special. I just met Li Dalang once a few days ago."
"Which Li Dalang?"
"That's Li Wenxuan."
What kind of person is Zhao Yun? His well-informed level is not comparable to that of a humble general like Wang Ping. He immediately thought of the key point of the matter: that boy's family has a newly rewarded 500 acres of land. Buy some.
It was normal for the slaves to go back to farm, but how could they alert the prime minister?
Or should we say that knowledge limits imagination? As a native of the Han Dynasty, how could Zhao Yun imagine the madness and boldness of people like Feng Yong who illegally crossed over? He actually wanted to eat all the barbarians in Li Wenxuan's hands.
For Feng Tubao, the "black slave trade" in later history books was calculated in units of hundreds of millions. What did a few hundred people count?
Zhao Yun thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he gave up and asked instead: "What have you learned these days when you hang out in Fengzhuang every day?"
After the Prime Minister's wife went to Fengzhuang, my son had no reason to stay there. But he didn't expect that after he came back that day, he became hysterical like Fengzhuang and said that he would continue to stay in Fengzhuang to learn the art of war. Really?
Ridiculous! Is it so easy to learn the art of war? Military strategists have always been valued by emperors, but also tabooed by emperors. Military strategists are all rare treasures, and those who can learn them are not favored by God.
I have been fighting like this all my life, and the way to lead troops in war is something I learned through fighting on the battlefield, between life and death. If I had been lucky enough to learn the art of war, I dare not say whether the five tigers were the first or second, but the second
Three can be given a try, so what’s the point of being the last of the Five Tigers? It’s really a pity.
However, Zhao Yun originally did not expect this son to have any future, and he himself could not inherit the title. As long as he did not imitate those wanderers, he would be left to his own devices.
"Returning to your lord, the name of the art of war that Feng Langjun has been teaching his children these days is called Thirty-Six Strategies. Now he has only learned four strategies."
"On the battlefield, everything is changing rapidly. What can only thirty-six strategies do? What nonsense." Zhao Yun scolded.
Others don't know, and Zhao Yun himself doesn't know the details of that boy? His sect is a miscellaneous family, not a military strategist. What is most feared on the battlefield is this kind of half-baked general, who is still wandering around with half a bucket of water. When he encounters little shrimps and crabs
Fortunately, when you encounter an opponent, you have been fighting for a long time, so it is not enough to harm your own life. The most important thing is to harm the lives of the soldiers of the three armies! How many years has Zhao Kuo been laughed at? I guess he will continue to be laughed at.
He didn't want his son to be like this.
On the contrary, people who have never studied the art of war and know that they are not good at leading troops will be cautious in everything and have a better chance of survival than those who are half-hearted.
Instead of learning the half-baked art of war, it is better to learn more martial arts, which will give you an extra chance of saving your life on the battlefield in the future.
"Shuzi! Come here and practice martial arts with me in the martial arts arena!"
Zhao Yun looked at his son's frustrated expression and became really angry and cursed.
When Zhao Guang heard this, his face turned green.
Also with a green face was Feng Yong, who had just been kicked out of the yard.
Before time travel, I played an online game, joined a guild and was hacked by the leader for equipment, played League of Legends, chose an ADC and was assisted by black minions and black heads. Now that I have traveled through time, I want to make a little fortune but my creativity is hacked by Zhuge Lao Yao - it's so simple.
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Feng Yong was driven out by the old demon Zhuge with a sad face. Before he could leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was stopped again by someone who said that the Prime Minister's wife wanted to see him.
Let's meet up if we meet. Anyway, this time I came here in the name of delivering ice cream to the Prime Minister's wife, so it wouldn't make sense if I didn't meet before.
"What did the Prime Minister say to you? Are you worthy of such an expression?" Huang Yueying was feeding ice cream to little Zhang Xing. Seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help scolding, "You are also a descendant of a master after all. Look at what you look like now.
In what manner?"
Ouch! I’m afraid you don’t know that your husband just cut off people’s money, right?
Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents, do you know how to cut it?
Should I greet my enemy's wife with a smile when I meet her?
Looking at Huang Yueying's slightly yellowed hair, that hot figure, that wheat color...forget it, let's look at that tender little Luoli. Unexpectedly, little Zhang Xing ignored him at all, only the ice in his eyes
cheese.
"This is what Madam taught you." Feng Yong cupped his hands perfunctorily and asked with some wan interest, "But I don't know why Madam asked me to come here. Why is it so important?"
"Why don't I come to you if I have nothing important to do?" Huang Yueying came to this guy because she originally wanted to care about him. After all, she was relatively familiar with her A Lang. She knew that A Lang didn't like this kid, and she was afraid that the little guy would be damaged by A Lang.
.Unexpectedly, he still looked unconvinced after I said a few words, and I didn’t bother to care about him anymore.
Which of the children she had taken care of was not well-behaved and obedient? Who had ever looked so half-dead in front of her? At that moment, she had to get straight to the point and said: "You must also know that there is a big chaos in Nanzhong, and many people escaped from the south in the past few days.
Refugees came over. Fortunately, the Han people were resettled by the imperial court. There were also some officials among them, who brought their families with them, and there was no way to resettle them. After all, the imperial court did not have laws in this regard." Huang Yueying said this.
, stopped and looked at Feng Yong.
So why are the laws enacted by you Han Dynasty people so selfish? What about humanism? The Han people are settled by the court, and the officials can just let them die?
Huang Yueying was filled with hatred when she saw Feng Tubiao's wandering face. It seemed that Alang was right, he was a slippery man!
"It's okay for men alone. If they sell their strength, they won't starve to death no matter what. It's just a pity for those women and children. Most of those who have land in Shuzhong are unwilling to take it. If they don't find a way to settle down, I'm afraid those poor