Among the generals who were sent to Hanzhong by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and prepared to follow the Northern Expedition, the farthest were Wang Ping and Feng Yong from Nanzhong, and the latest was Feng Yong.
Wang Ping set out a month earlier than Feng Yong, while Feng Yong waited until the highway between Yuexi and Jincheng was reopened, and then led his army out of Yuexi on the main road as a test of the new road.
By the time he led his army to Hanzhong, it was already the last month of the fifth year of Jianxing.
Hanzhong had already cut off civilian transactions with Jincheng two months ago, and all the military supplies for the Northern Expedition were shipped to Hanzhong.
The area around Nanzheng was already filled with troops. The people and horses were noisy and hunting with flags.
The person who came to arrange the location of Feng Yong's headquarters was an old acquaintance.
I only heard Feng Yong call out affectionately: "Brother."
Zhuge Qiao, wrapped in a down jacket, was extremely happy to see Feng Yong, with a smile on his face, "Brother, you are finally here! You are the only one missing in the whole Han Dynasty."
Feng Yong had a look of horror on his face, "Is it possible that I'm late, and the prime minister wants to punish me with military law?"
When Zhuge heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed at Feng Yong, "You are the one who dares to make such a big... joke about the prime minister. If it were anyone else, who would dare?"
Feng Yong laughed.
Zhuge Qiao felt a touch of envy in his heart when he saw Feng Yonghun's unconcerned look.
Regardless of whether she is an adult or a mother, she is extremely doting on her brother, and she has always been strict with herself.
Just like now, how can I dare to make fun of adults like this?
Afraid of not getting slapped.
"Brother, how many people will I bring this time? I can make preparations for allocating food and fodder, and also see where it is appropriate for your troops to camp."
"My younger brother has brought 8,000 people here this time. There are 3,000 people in the front army. My brother is the grain and grass officer of the Northern Expedition army this time?"
"Brother Wei has been a grain and grass officer in Hanzhong for so long, so when the army was stationed in Hanzhong, all the grain and grass were handed over to brother for arrangement." Zhuge Qiao rubbed his forehead, "You don't know, I haven't slept at all these days.
Have a good night’s sleep.”
As he said that, he looked around again and then whispered, "Over there in Nanxiang, I heard that people are no longer allowed to come in and out at will. It is said that there is some kind of martial law, and even the little accounting clerks in the school are not allowed to come over at will.
"
"Good brother, please do me a favor later and call a few people over for me, otherwise I will be really busy."
Feng Yong said strangely, "I remember that students from Nanxiang Academy have been transferred to Nanzheng Workshop in turns to audit the accounts."
"Ahem!" Zhuge Qiao slapped his thigh, "How many people are there? How can there be enough! The workshop has not stopped, the cloth has to be distributed, and the accounts are not messed up, and the Hanzhong Mansion has collected money in the past two years.
The grain and fodder that comes up must be opened to the treasury for inventory, and the weapons from the arsenal must be handed over to the army."
"The few account clerks who were transferred here will go back after a few days. The next time another group of people comes, they will have to start over again. The prime minister's people who have joined the army have urged us several times to quickly settle the accounts.
complete."
"join the army?"
During the First Northern Expedition, joining the army was a sensitive word. Feng Yong subconsciously asked, "Which one joins the army?"
"Yang Canjun."
"Yang Yi?"
"right."
"No wonder."
Feng Yong nodded, he is a talented little man.
History books say that he "planned branches, planned grains, and thought nothing of it." From this, it seems that this man's mental arithmetic ability should be very strong, at least much better than himself.
Although he is nominally the headmaster of Nanxiang Academy, the Nanxiang accountant boy is now famous, and many people take credit for his achievements.
But in fact, Feng Yong knew very well that the foundation of arithmetic in Nanxiang Academy was actually laid by Amei.
Even in Yuexi, when she had the opportunity, she would continue to teach those students more advanced mathematics, and she was the most powerful arithmetic master in the eyes of Nanxiang Academy students.
If Amei and Yang Yi competed in mental arithmetic, who would be better?
With such thoughts passing through his mind, Feng Yong nodded at the same time, "Since the elder brother has spoken, how can I not disobey the younger brother? At this time, there are many students who followed me to Hanzhong. They have served as staff, and they are better than those in the school.
Those junior fellow students who haven’t finished their studies are much more capable.”
"When the time comes, I will send some people over to help my brother, so he won't have to worry so much."
"Okay, okay!" Zhuge Qiao was overjoyed and took Feng Yong's arm, "Let's go, I'll take you to pick a good camp. If you need anything later, just tell Brother Wei. As long as we don't break the rules, Brother Wei will definitely meet
I’ll try my best to help you think of something!”
Sure enough, there is someone in the DPRK who is easy to get things done.
Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's settled."
After choosing a place to camp, Feng Yong handed over the arrangements for the camp to Huang Chong, who followed him, and then went to the Chinese army camp to meet Zhuge Liang.
The new-style stove in the handsome tent was burning coals, and there was a kettle on the stove, which was steaming gurglingly.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was sitting next to the stove, holding a book and reading attentively.
"Feng Yong, the chief of the Yue clan, was ordered to lead his army and met the prime minister."
After Feng Yong entered the commander's tent, he saluted loudly.
Zhuge Liang put down the book and nodded to Feng Yonglue, "It's just you and me here, and it's not a military meeting, so feel free to sit down."
Feng Yong looked behind him and confirmed that no one was there. He quickly said "Hey", moved the pony on the side to the stove, sat down, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.
Zhuge Liang didn't mind at all, and even asked warmly, "Would you like some tea?"
"A bit..." Feng Yonggang wanted to say "thirsty", but after looking at the bowl on the side, he held back and shook his head and said, "I won't drink. After drinking, I always want to go to the latrine. It's too cold and I don't want to move.
"
Feng Yong has a slight mysophobia, and people these days are not very hygienic, so the bowl he drinks from is usually reserved for himself.
Nowadays, even if you are thirsty, you still have to say you are not thirsty.
The Han Prime Minister angrily threw the book aside and cursed, "Vulgar!"
Feng Tibi laughed dryly and shrank his neck.
Seeing that this boy looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, the Han Prime Minister was a little helpless.
This Northern Expedition not only has sufficient military resources, but also does not harm the people's livelihood too much. This man has taken a lot of credit. I originally wanted to praise him, but I never thought that he would say this as soon as he came in. It is really shocking.
Get angry.
"How many people did you bring here this time?"
"Eight thousand."
Feng Yong stretched out his finger and made a gesture.
Zhuge Liang nodded and thought about it in his mind.
Meng Huo's daughter Hua Wan moved a large tribe there, and there were also some small tribes that followed, which totaled 30,000 to 40,000 people. Last year, another 30,000 Han people moved there, plus the original Yi people, and the Sun River Valley
There are now more than 120,000 people in the three counties.
Therefore, although Yuexun is a newly established place, the extraction of 8,000 people should not be a big problem.
"How many combat soldiers? How many auxiliary soldiers?"
Zhuge Liang asked again.
"Six thousand combat troops and two thousand auxiliary troops."
The continuous improvement of dry food has greatly reduced logistical pressure.
Even a soldier carrying a cylindrical dry ration bag with 2.0 dry rations and two salted fish can last for nearly a month.
In the past two years in Yuexi, Feng Yong has invested heavily in infrastructure construction and built a number of water mills in the Sunshui River Valley to grind flour day and night. At the same time, due to the rise of pig farming in Hanzhong and Jincheng, he was finally able to obtain a considerable number of
lard.
Therefore, the dry food 2.0 supplied to the army is mixed with enough oil, rather than the reduced version like the earliest food for the Yuesi people.
Moreover, there are salt wells in Yuexi and fish are raised in the fields. If we use them sparingly, we can still barely supply each dry food bag with two salted fish.
Therefore, in addition to transporting food, Feng Yong wanted them to transport other equipment more than the two thousand auxiliary soldiers.
However, the Han Prime Minister's thinking was still stuck in his previous impressions. He had no idea about the improvements Feng Yong had made to his army. He frowned and said, "There are a few auxiliary troops."
As a rule, combat troops and auxiliary troops are proportioned one to one, so as to ensure sufficient food supply capacity and enough manpower to set up camp.
"It's quite a lot. I've improved a batch of dry food. Two thousand auxiliary soldiers are enough."
Feng Yong had no intention of saying more.
The reason why Dry Food 2.0 did not tell Zhuge Lao Yao in advance was because the pig industry had only just started, and the lard was obtained through internal connections within the Xinghan Society.
As for the beans that are needed, they are also in short supply at the moment. Just the pastures of Yuesun alone consume no one knows how many beans they consume every day.
If you really want to talk loudly, Zhuge Yao will wave his hand and let the army eat first... then just wait and cry.
It is only right to give priority to your own soldiers.
As for the others... Anyway, there are enough auxiliary troops and sufficient supplies. Don't worry, I'm not the prime minister anyway!
"As for setting up camp, I plan to take the Nanxiang engineering team to Long. They are skilled at this job, so they won't need so many auxiliary troops."
Feng Yong made an excuse.
Zhuge Liang's mouth twitched. The Nanxiang engineering team, which specializes in civil engineering, has excellent skills and is extremely efficient. He actually wanted to come, but when he saw this guy taking it for granted, he was embarrassed to mention it again.
The Han Prime Minister smacked his mouth tastelessly, "A few days ago, it was the coldest time in winter. When you led your army here, did anyone get frostbite?"
"There are some, but it's not a big problem. They're all minor injuries. It's not a problem. I have glycerin."
Feng Yong replied nonchalantly that he deliberately waited until the coldest time to set off, just to test the cold resistance of his troops, otherwise Longyou and Liangzhou would be much colder than Nanzhong.
Although spring should have started by the time we go to Shanglong and the weather will get warmer, it is always right to be careful.
Zhuge Liang was startled, "What glycerin?"
Why do you always come up with something you haven't seen before from time to time?
"Oh, when I went to Nanzhong two years ago, I saw an oil seed there. Although the extracted oil is poisonous and cannot be eaten, it is waterproof and can be applied to weapons to prevent rust."
"What's more important is that you can brew something called glycerin from it and apply it on your hands, feet and face to prevent frostbite. You don't have to worry about frostbite in winter."
Tung oil can be found everywhere in Nanzhong. Feng Yong's die-hard younger brother Li Yi is from a noble family in Nanzhong, and his father is the governor of Nanzhong. So harvesting tung oil is a piece of cake.
What's more, the harvest is not in vain, but is exchanged for grain.
It is convenient for himself, and he can appease the people after pacifying Nanzhong. Li Hui can also gain official reputation. What a good thing?
Using tung oil to produce soap failed, but good things can be extracted from the failed product, so it is not a loss.
"Why didn't you tell me if there was such a good thing?"
The Han Prime Minister's eyes widened, "Give me a batch of them!"
"Oh, no problem, how much do you want?"
Feng Yong scratched his head. Anyway, he had been preparing for two years and had saved enough glycerin...
"Not much, just enough for ten thousand people for a month."
This time it was Feng Yong's turn to suddenly widen his eyes. What did I want to say just now? Glycerin is not old or young?
"Prime Minister... Prime Minister, this glycerin, I exchanged grain for tung oil and transported it from Nanzhong. I worked hard to get it. It is not easy to get..."
Feng Langjun stammered.
"No money!"
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty knew that someone was desperate for money, so he interrupted him simply.
Feng Yong was stunned.
"Prime Minister, I remember that in the past few months, I seemed to have sold a few short positions. I heard that the treasury was filled with money and food..."
"Who did you listen to?"
"Brother!"
"Which brother?"
The Han Prime Minister glared.
"Zhuge...brother..."
Feng Yong answered timidly.
Zhuge Liang:......
Then he gritted his teeth and emphasized again, "No money! No food!"
Damn it!
Do you want to be so picky?
Feng Yongda was dissatisfied.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty had fought against a certain country rogue countless times, both overtly and covertly, and he had never been able to take advantage of him. Seeing his painful expression, he said leisurely, "In this Northern Expedition, I have one less bandit to fight against."
General..."
When Feng Yong heard this, he swallowed hard.
Although he is a general with a different name, he is still a general!
Prime Minister, you are fair, how can you be so partial and sell your official position in such a fair and just way, isn't it good?
Feng Tubiao then said righteously, "Prime Minister, there really aren't that many."
"If it's not that much, then it's quite a lot!" The Han Prime Minister glared at Feng Tubeng, "Whatever comes out of your mouth is never the truth. Even if it is the truth, it is discounted."
Seeing his unwillingness to let go, Zhuge Liang had no choice but to take a step back and said, "Well, you can make another request."
When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes lit up. How could he be so polite?
He just blurted out, "I want Wang Ping!"
"who?"
"Wang Ping, the governor of Zhu Ti, and the three thousand people he brought from Nanzhong."
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel a little doubtful when he saw how impatient the boy was.
Wang Ping did have outstanding performance in pacifying Nanzhong, but in fact it was all under the command of Li Hui. In the eyes of the Han Prime Minister, Wang Ping could not compare with Ma Zhong, the governor of Zangke.
Otherwise, he would not have transferred Wang Ping over but left Ma Zhong in Nanzhong.
Because Ma Zhong not only had to assist Li Hui in stabilizing Nanzhong and mobilize military resources for the Northern Expedition, but Zangke was also located in Jiangzhou to the north, so he also had to pay attention to Li Yan at all times.
"What's the reason?"
"Because... because I am young, Prime Minister, and am not familiar with military affairs. Didn't the Prime Minister send me Meng Yan during the Pingyue Dynasty last year? The Prime Minister also felt that I needed a stable elder to help preside over the affairs.
Is it a military matter?"
"But among the senior generals in Hanzhong nowadays, who would be willing to listen to the young man? Only General Wang, who not only has a good relationship with me, but is also stable and cautious by nature, is the best candidate."
Feng Yong came to his senses out of desperation, and the more he talked, the more he felt that he had a reason, and finally he became righteous.
After Zhuge Liang heard this, he looked at Feng Yong up and down strangely.
The reason why I want to bring Feng Yong with me this time is to train him. After all, he is a leader among the young generation of Han Dynasty. If he can be trained as soon as possible and take up the important role, he will not have to worry about having no successor.
But in direct terms, it was actually a bit unkind to ask him to follow the Northern Expedition this time. After all, he was the only son in the family, and he had no children yet. The sword had no eyes in the battlefield, so someone had to be by his side to protect him.
This son was kind to both the Wang family and his son, so the steady Wang Ping was indeed the best candidate.
Although one of them is a prefect and the other is a long history officer, this is not important. After all, Feng Yong still has the title of marquis, so all he needs to do is arrange the military positions of the two.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Yong with such a strange look. He didn't expect that the country bumpkin was so self-aware, and he was very happy in his heart. "This is an easy matter. I will issue a military order and ask Wang Ping to go to your camp to obey your orders."
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"Thank you, Prime Minister!"
Feng Yongxi was heartbroken and said quickly.
Damn it, I have Wang Ping and Zhang Yi to support me. If I still get chopped down like this, then God is really determined to take me, and there is no point in struggling anymore.
"Don't be too busy thanking me for now, I also want someone from you."
Zhuge Liang knocked on the table and said.
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Ju Fu and Zhang Ni were just following him to quell a small rebellion, so he was not qualified to be in the eyes of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, right?