Feng Yong's neck was a little stiff and he turned his head.
Seeing his appearance, Guan Ji smiled and patted him, "I'm joking!"
Feng Yong pretended to be stupid and laughed dryly, thinking just now you said you were not so stingy!
"My aunt sent a letter, saying that she gave birth to a son, and she wants me to thank her husband for her."
During this time, Guan Ji was obsessed with the formation of the Detachment of Women. Taking advantage of her physical inconvenience these days, she rushed Feng Yong to Amei's room. She was happy and quiet by herself. She imitated Feng Yong's method of training Nanxiang soldiers and took the time to write the Detachment of Detachment.
various ideas.
"Oh, what's there to thank you for? I want to thank Fan A and Li Dangzhi, they have nothing to do with me."
Feng Yong waved his hand, and at the same time a thought came to his mind: Zhuge Zhan was finally born?
This is a boy who does not have the talents of his father, but is shrouded in his father's dazzling aura.
When Deng Ai sneaked into Yinping and headed straight for Jincheng, Adou gave him the last bit of information he had and at the same time gave him his last hope, but he didn't expect that this guy was a guy with high ambitions and low abilities.
In Zhuge Lao Yao's last two northern expeditions, the number of troops was too small to attack the city. However, he was able to defeat Cao Wei in field battles and was as fearful of Shu as a tiger. Sima Yi praised him as "a genius in the world". His ability to march and form formations was still very impressive.
It's a pity that Zhuge Zhan thought he had the art of war passed down from his family, so he didn't listen to the advice of Huang Chong and Li Qiu, and instead of guarding the dangerous places, he insisted on fighting with others on the flat ground.
As a result, the last bit of Adou's wealth was lost. Adou ignored the soldiers in front and vowed to defend Jianmen Pass to the death, and directly opened the door to surrender. This may not be the reason why Zhuge Zhan was defeated and died.
Feng Yong stood there blankly, not knowing what he thought of, and suddenly smiled strangely.
"What are you thinking about? You're smiling so hard!"
Guan Ji pushed him dissatisfied.
"After all, Zhuge Zhan and I are cousins, right?"
Feng Yong said this.
Guan Ji was stunned. She didn't know why Feng Yong suddenly asked about this. She thought for a moment and said, "I am half of my aunt's daughter. The elder man should call me sister. After all, you and he are cousins."
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"Ah That's good."
Feng Yong nodded.
"What's the meaning?"
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong's increasingly weird expression in confusion.
"Slap him! He is my uncle. If he makes a mistake in the future, there is no problem if I whip him, right?"
Feng Yongli said confidently.
"You've been thinking about this for a long time?"
Guan Ji couldn't help it any longer, and she was so angry that she slapped Feng Yong hard, "He's still a child!"
In winter, the clothes are thick and spanking does not hurt. Feng Yonghun said nonchalantly, "Children must be spanked. A filial son will emerge from the stick!"
"No matter how filial a son is, he is still a filial son of his aunt. What does that have to do with you? Where did you get the filial son?"
Guan Ji snorted.
Something doesn't seem right?
When Feng Yong saw Guan Ji like this, his heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Xi having something on his mind?"
"What can I have on my mind?"
Guan Ji said angrily.
After hearing this, Feng Yong became more certain.
"Xijun, what's going on?"
Feng Yong asked softly.
Guan Ji glanced at him, then at Amei standing next to her, then bit her lip and said, "My aunts already have children. I have been married to Alang for so long..."
His voice dropped, and he looked a little disappointed.
Feng Yong understood it as soon as he heard it, and said quickly, "Due to physical reasons, Madam, she has not had a child until now. There is no problem between the two of us, not to mention we are still young. Don't worry, there will always be something."
Remembering that Guan Ji glanced at Amei just now, Feng Yong quickly explained in a low voice, "Don't worry, the eldest son in the family must be born to you. Amei..."
After Amei became a witch doctor, she also learned medical skills from Fan A. She had her own way to avoid giving birth to a child before her mistress. She still understood her position very well.
"Who told you this!"
When Guan Ji heard Feng Yong's explanation, her face turned red and she pushed him out the door.
Amei pretended not to hear or see anything, lowered her head and tried to follow.
"No need, today you follow Mr. Xi to the racecourse. You haven't checked the account for a few days, so you should check it out."
Feng Yong waved his hand to prevent her from following him.
As an all-round talent, Amei is Feng Yong's senior secretary. On weekdays, she not only helps Feng Yong organize various materials in advance for his review, but also helps with statistics of various data in Yuexun Prefecture.
Feng Yong has been sleeping in her room these days. Guan Ji was stimulated by Huang Yueying today, so she should not let Amei follow her anymore.
The ancients said that cultivating one's moral character, managing one's family, and governing the country bring peace to the world, and there is a lot of truth to it.
If you don't even have peace at home, how can you find the mood to govern the country and bring peace to the world?
If husband and wife understand each other and tolerate each other, life will be more harmonious.
Upon entering the prefect's mansion, Wei Rong handed over an official document.
"Chang Shi, Jincheng's reply has arrived."
"I won't read it, just tell me what the boss said."
Feng Yong waved his hand.
This kind of official document is not vernacular, and it makes people have a headache when reading it.
"The Prime Minister did not agree to transfer weapons from Jincheng's arsenal, but he agreed to let Han Zhongye build a batch of weapons specifically for Yuexun according to Chang Shi's wishes."
Wei Rong said quickly.
"I know." Feng Yong nodded, "Is there anything else?"
"A batch of weapons was just delivered yesterday, including thirty weapons."
"Only thirty?" Feng Yong rubbed his forehead in distress, "Too few."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Go and notify General Zhang and ask him to distribute these weapons."
"promise."
After a while, Zhang Yi came over with a happy face and said, "Chang Shi, I heard that another batch of purple electric swords has arrived?"
"Yes, but there are only thirty handles."
Feng Yong said helplessly.
"Thirty swords are already a lot. This kind of precious sword is rare in the world, and its power is only seen by a certain person in his life. Adding in the ones that Qiongdu originally had, there are seventy swords."
Zhang Ni felt satisfied, "It is very difficult to make such a precious sword, so you can only save it slowly."
Is it not easy to create?
It took more than a year to build 70 of them. Isn't this extremely slow?
"I told the Prime Minister a few days ago that I wanted to ask Jincheng to help build a batch, but the Prime Minister refused. But the good news is that the Prime Minister agreed to let Han MCC help."
"That's great!"
Zhang Yi was very happy.
The so-called purple electric sword is actually the Tang Mo sword.
The total length of the blade is more than two meters, the blade alone is nearly one meter, and the handle is one meter and two meters long.
The Mo Dao was developed from the Zhan Ma Dao, so the blade is somewhat similar to the Zhan Ma Dao. It has a sharp tip that can split, chop, pick, cut, and stab.
A long handle is attached to the bottom, which is helpful for dealing with cavalry.
The use of Mo Dao is to advance like a wall. On the one hand, it can effectively boost the morale of our own soldiers, and on the other hand, it can also greatly deter the enemy.
Its principles are, first, collective combat and teamwork; second, a clear point of attack, which is to deal with cavalry and make up for the weakness of horses.
The disadvantage is that it is extremely expensive and difficult to produce.
At the same time, it not only requires extremely high physical fitness of soldiers, but also requires them to have good teamwork skills.
Therefore, even if Feng Yong succeeds in trying it, it is destined to be used as the last trump card.
When Old Demon Zhuge learned that Feng Yong wanted Pu Yuan to help build such a fancy thing, he immediately refused - now is the most critical moment to prepare for the Northern Expedition. How much manpower and material resources would be wasted to build such a thing?
Feng Yong had no choice but to use his connections to ask Hanzhongye to help build fifty weapons in the name of building weapons for the tribe. In this way, it took him a year to complete the request.
This can only be forged by taking advantage of Nanxiang's advantages, coke, and improved bellows.
A few days ago, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty almost drained Nanxiang's blood. Feng Yong had no way to stop it, so he had to take the opportunity to cry and get the official authorization, so that Hanzhong Metallurgy could justifiably help build it for the Yuexun Prefecture.
If time was not too tight, Feng Yong even wanted to ask Old Demon Zhuge to build a smelting workshop in Yuexun and build it himself.
“If you’re not a family member, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are!”
Feng Yong sighed.
Fortunately, Nanxiang was rich and could advance part of it, and the Yuexi side had the profits from the racecourse and salt pond as collateral, otherwise Feng Yong would not have dared to do it at all.
But seeing the Northern Expedition approaching, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and seize the time to try various arms.
"How is the practice of the sword formation going?"
"Not bad." Zhang Ni nodded repeatedly, "Nanxiang's soldiers are indeed elite soldiers. They can follow orders as if they are using their arms and fingers. Most of them are stronger than ordinary soldiers. They are the best candidates to use the purple electric sword."
After hearing this, Feng Yong grinned distressedly, "Most of my disciples have been released. This is not enough. How many are left on hand now? If you do this, how many can be filled in?"
"We can't all use Nanxiang soldiers. Don't we have the right to recruit soldiers in the three counties? In the name of holding trials every year, we carefully select warriors in the three counties. There are too few Nanxiang soldiers. How can we let them lead the army?
And so on, leading the charge."
"Xia Zou understands what Chang Shi means. Xia Zou's plan is to let the Nanxiang soldiers practice the use of this purple electric sword first, and then let them lead others to practice."
"After all, Nanxiang soldiers are rare elite soldiers. No matter what they do, they are much more useful than ordinary soldiers."
Zhang Ni looked at Feng Yong with admiration.
This Feng Changshi, although he is usually inconspicuous, has skills that few can match.
The Nanxiang soldiers brought out alone are beyond comparison with ordinary soldiers.
"Oh, that's good." Feng Yong nodded, stood up and said, "Let's go to the military camp and see how they are training."
"promise."
Although there are less than a hundred swords, they are arranged in a formation, with long swords like a forest, and shining brightly like a wall, which still has great intimidation.
Feng Yong stood on the general's platform and watched the soldiers below holding up their swords and moving forward. Not far in front of them, there was a wooden stake.
A loud shout was heard, a long knife struck down, and the wooden stake shattered on the spot.
Stepping over the fallen wooden piles, there was a straw man in front of him that was as tall as a cavalryman.
Pick, prick...
"General Zhang, the use of this sword should be different for the Bing Army and the Ma Army. You still need to worry more about how to use it on the real battlefield."
After Feng Yong read it, he thought it was quite impressive, but after all, it was just grass and trees, and they were still standing still.
To deal with living people and cavalry, Mo Dao should chop or stab, or slice or pick. This requires constant trial and error.
Feng Yongyong understands and can only leave it to people who know the business.
When Zhang Yi heard this, he quickly said, "I understand."
Craning his neck and looking at the chopped wood at the soldiers' feet, Feng Yong gave another order, "Send some of these pieces of wood to my yard when the time comes. The firewood in my yard seems to be running out soon."
As he spoke, he tightened his down jacket and muttered, "It feels a bit cold in this weather..."
