Although Wu Ming only said that he had tried it on horses, and although Zhou Lu said that it was just his random imagination, Feng Yong was already sure in his heart that this was definitely a good idea.
Don't ask me how I know.
Because I just know.
So Feng Yong asked Xiang Zhou Lu, "Are you interested in being a mule steward? Like Duanmuzhe."
The name Zhou Lu is really good.
Furnace, donkey, mule.
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was destined.
Zhou Lu said "Ah", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Feng Yong blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.
Wu Ming heard it clearly and asked in disbelief, "Like Duanmuzhe?"
Feng Yong nodded, "That's right."
When Wu Ming received Feng Yong's definite answer, he slapped him with his backhand, and then kicked him hard, knocking his apprentice staggering, and pressed his head, "Quickly, thank you Junhou."
Zhou Lu bowed obediently and said, "Thank you, Junhou! Thank you, Junhou!"
"Okay, okay," Feng Yong stopped his puppet-like movements, "I will ask someone to send some good donkeys later. During this period, you first select the suitable mares from all the tribes in Pingxiang and which one you like.
Which one to pick?”
"After you have picked it, just tell me. If you need anything, just ask for it. If you need people, you need food. I only have one request, and that is to produce the mules I need as soon as possible."
The face of the young man who had just taken on the important role turned red for countless times, and his whole body was trembling. He said repeatedly, "I understand, I will not disappoint you!"
Although Duanmuzhe is a naturalized Qiang Hu, there are really not many people with higher status than him in Nanxiang, and there are very few people who can command him.
He is not only the target of Nanxiang veterans, but also the idol of many Qiang and Hu tribesmen in Longyou.
This time, even Wu Ming was a little at a loss.
Feng Yong waved his hand, "You guys think carefully about this mule, I'll go over there and take a look."
After finishing speaking, let them digest the matter and turn around to find Mr. Xi.
The city of Pingxiang City was not too big. All the tribes that Feng Yong moved here erected tents one after another in the planned places outside the city in order.
At the same time, Dongfeng Express’ camp is not far away and a small trading market has been formed independently.
There are often internal employees of Dongfeng Express who come to trade with the Qiang Hu for some furs and the like, bringing with them the lumps of dry food that they can't finish, so as to earn a little extra money.
Now that this small market has been requisitioned by Li Mu, countless poor Qiang and Hu families came and looked at the fairy-like Han woman standing there with pitiful eyes.
Regardless of whether he is selling himself or selling his wife or children, he hopes to be able to have a full meal with her.
At Li Mu's feet, there was a pile of grain.
There are fried noodles and millet.
Guan Ji stood in the distance, watching Li Mu carefully examine the women and children who came forward one by one, and suddenly said to Feng Yong who had just found her, "I am not as good as her."
Feng Yong stepped forward and held her hand, smiling slightly, "In my eyes, no one in the world is as good as you."
Guan Ji turned around with clear eyes, "That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you want to say?"
Feng Tibi, who wasted his affectionate look, coughed dryly and asked shamelessly without changing his expression.
Guan Ji looked over there again and said softly, "When I look at these barbarians and think of the Han people, how are they different from them?"
"I now understand why the late Emperor, your Excellency, and the three uncles of the Zhang family spent their whole lives trying to revive the Han Dynasty. Even though they died nine times, they never regretted it. If the Han Dynasty can be revived, the world will be peaceful, and the things in front of us will no longer be the Han people.
How great would it be to have it reappear on your body?"
Having said this, Guan Ji squeezed Feng Yong's hand, turned her head, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, "I remember Alang once said to me, one general's success can lead to thousands of bones being withered, but I don't know what the full text is?"
"When the country's mountains and rivers enter the war, there is no way to save the people. If you don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, a general will make thousands of bones wither."
"When Zeguo Jiangshan enters the war, how can the living people enjoy Qiao Su?" Guan Ji murmured again, looked at Li Mu again, and finally let out a long sigh, "Sure enough, it is the right time! Alang's talent, of course.
It’s really beyond the reach of ghosts and gods.”
Feng Tibi's face felt slightly warm.
Guan Ji was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem and did not notice Feng Yong's expression. When she thought of the second half, she said, "But the sentence 'You can't talk about the matter of enfeoffing a marquis', I don't."
I hope this is the case for Alang.”
"Why?"
"Instead of letting others be granted the title of marquis, it is better to let Alang be granted the title of marquis. People in the world slander Alang, but I know that what Alang did was really for the sake of the people."
Feng Yong secretly felt ashamed.
This is a worse era, I just don’t suck as completely as others.
Guan Ji smiled brightly at Feng Yong and said, "Alang must not forget that at Yang'an Pass, he also promised my concubine that the Han Dynasty would be revived."
"I will never forget it!"
Feng Yong held Guan Ji's hand with a solemn expression.
A trace of blush appeared on Guan Ji's face. She looked around quietly and found that no one was looking over. She gently squeezed his hand in reply, and then broke away from his hand.
She smoothed her hair on her temples to ease her mood, and suddenly smiled slyly, "I remember that Alang read this to me at the beginning, but after one general's success, his bones were withered, and he regretted asking his husband to find a title."
"Now that this general has accomplished so much, he has withered away thousands of bones, but he has no regrets about asking his husband to seek the title of marquis?"
"Ah?" Feng Yong was stunned, "Is there such a thing?"
Guan Ji rolled her eyes at him and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't act so pretentious in front of me. Is it possible that Alang still wants to talk sweetly to me?"
Feng Yong chuckled, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Xi Jun also said just now that a certain talent is beyond the reach of ghosts and gods, so articles like this are just for words."
"The song just now was made by me to make Xijun happy. It's just this one, but I don't know what Xijun should give in exchange for it?"
Guan Ji didn't know what she meant and frowned, "I want to listen to one of A Lang's articles, but do you have to give me something in exchange?"
Feng Tubeng rubbed his hands and said shyly, "This poem is about the thoughts of a woman in her boudoir. Please think about it, Mr. Xi, the boudoir..."
Guan Ji salivated for a long time, and after listening to the first half of the sentence, she knew what this person wanted to say in the second half.
A blush appeared on her face, she gritted her teeth secretly, stretched out her hand like lightning, pinched his shoulder, and said angrily, "Where do you get so many rules?"
Although Feng Yong is not short, Guan Ji is also tall. Her hands can easily put on Feng Yong's shoulders with a little force!
Feng Tubao, who held the silver pewter gun tip, said "Ouch" and immediately bent half of his body, "I say! I say! Please let me go first."
Guan Ji spat.
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with her makeup in the spring. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and she regrets teaching her husband to look for a title."
Feng Yong didn't dare to bargain anymore and read it out quickly.
Guan Ji was stunned for a moment, and her hand suddenly became loose.
This poem should not be seen in the foreground, but it immediately aroused her thoughts.
In the spring of this year, when she was far away in Yuexi, she heard the news of the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition. Although she pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, in her heart she was worried about Feng Yong who was accompanying the army all the time.
She didn't know how many nights she woke up from nightmares.
She is helpless on the battlefield, and what she fears most is that one day some bad news will suddenly come to her.
The thoughts at that time, the scene, and this article at this moment made Guan Ji, who had always been strong, bite her lower lip with tears in her eyes.
When Feng Tubao saw Guan Ji's appearance, his heart also filled with tenderness.
At this moment, someone suddenly said in a loud voice from the side, "Your Majesty, Madam, Liu Hun, who is in charge of protecting the Qiang, has come to ask for an audience with Madam."
Guan Ji was startled and wiped the corners of her eyes behind her back. Her expression quickly returned to coldness, and then she turned around and said, "Liu Hun wants to see me? Not Junhou?"
"He did say he wanted to see Madam."
The maid with the sword said something.
Guan Ji brought over a group of maids with swords and guns from Yuexun, who were regarded as her bodyguards.
This Sword Maid is one of them.
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, and Feng Yong shrugged. It was obvious that he didn't know what was going on.
"Let him come over."
Liu Hun was quickly brought over. He first saluted Feng Yong and said, "I have met the Lord."
Then he hugged Guan Ji and said, "I've seen Guan Ji."
Um?
Feng Yong glanced at Liu Hun. This guy seemed to have something wrong.
Although Guan Ji is dressed as a woman, she wears tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and her movements are as agile as those of a man. "I wonder what Liu is doing?"
Liu Hun glanced at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong put his hands behind his back and looked away, meaning not to get involved.
"Guan Zhengzheng, the prince has a high position and is responsible for the safety of Longyou. He is worth a lot of money. Moreover, now that Longyou has been decided, people's hearts are unpredictable. It is even more important to protect the safety of the prince. Do you think so?"
"It's natural."
Guan Ji nodded.
"But now I only see the maid next to the prince. Although he is holding a sword, if someone attacks, he will probably scatter like a frightened bird. How can he protect the prince?"
Liu Hun's eyes were blazing, "So I asked myself to lead my troops to protect the surroundings of the king."
It's not that Feng Yong didn't have his troops, it's just that the maids with swords brought by Guan Ji occupied the innermost position, and his troops were pushed to the outside.
Obviously, it seems that someone has a grievance, or may be worried about Feng Yong's safety, so Liu Hun, as a representative, wants to come and advise him.
However, Liu Hun's words of belittling the maid obviously had the opposite effect. The maid standing next to him immediately held down the sword at his waist.
Guan Ji raised her eyebrows, "Liu Zhengzheng doesn't believe me?"
"How dare you not believe me, Madam?" Liu Hun's tone softened, and his title changed from Guan Zhengzheng to Madam. He only heard him say again, "I am just worried about the safety of the Lord."
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong looked up at the sky, looking like it was none of my business, and even wanted to whistle.
Now he no longer needs to worry about safety issues.
Whether it is Zhuge Liang, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi who represents the palace, or even the Xinghan Society, a group of people will take the initiative to help him worry about it.
It's not that there are no people in Shu who want his life, but those who dare to show it blatantly have already been killed.
The rest can only hide in the darkness and wait for opportunities.
Everyone knows that Guan Ji is a woman, but she can stand here so blatantly just because of her special status.
In the beginning, she was the bodyguard sent by Huang Yueying to protect Feng Yong. At the same time, she later represented the interests of the powerful people in the court, so she married Feng Yong, not Zhang Xingyi.
Anyone who dares to use Guan Ji's identity as a woman is from a noble family in Shuzhong.
However, the aristocratic families in Shu have been torn apart by the Han Prime Minister and the ruthless Xiao Wenhe in recent years. They either shouted "True Fragrance" to change camps, or they were suppressed until they were left with only one breath and became a real heirloom of farming and reading.
In addition, Guan Ji is following Feng Yong as Guan Jiashiro. Who is so full that they want to prove that Guan Ji is Guan Jiashiro?
Over time, everyone got used to it.
It's just that Guan Ji actually let a women's army take over Feng Junhou's personal defense. The original troops could only protect the periphery, so some people must be unhappy.
Madam, you are so powerful that you can become the wife of a king, but that doesn’t mean that those little ladies are also more powerful than us, right? Unless they can also become wives.
Liu Hun has not been Feng Yong's follower for a long time, but during the Northern Expedition, his performance has impressed everyone.
He is brave, not afraid of life and death, and is also very skilled in martial arts, so naturally he was promoted as a representative.
In Feng Yong's view, this is actually the epitome of the small forces around him competing for status - even Liu Tun has a Miss Zhang behind him.
As long as Guan Ji is around, she can handle this kind of matter. After all, she is the principal wife of Feng Mansion.
And only with competition can we make progress.
Although Feng Yong looked up at the sky and said nothing, the meaning was already obvious.
Guan Ji received full authorization from Feng Yong, but her expression became serious, "I would like to remind you, Liu, I have not considered this matter."
As soon as these words came out, not only Liu Hun, but also Feng Yong looked over in surprise.
It's just that since Guan Ji is known as the tiger girl, in many cases, she does things with dignity and is not inferior to men.
What's more, how could she put her personal emotions above A Lang's safety?
No matter what the purpose of these people was, they were all for A Lang's safety. She couldn't attack them, let alone chill the hearts of those who followed A Lang on the battlefield.
So Guan Hunu proposed that the maids around her should be compared with the original tribe, and those who are capable will be ranked higher and those who are not will be ranked lower.
Horseback riding and archery, military formation drills, corner fighting, two out of three games.
Liu Hun was overjoyed when he heard the method proposed by Guan Ji, "Ma'am, are you serious about this?"
Guan Ji smiled calmly and said, "Your Majesty is the witness, how can you tolerate this?"
Liu Hun looked at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong also didn't expect that Guan Ji would propose such a fair method.
"Well, since Madam proposed, uh, no, I mean fair competition, this is good."
After receiving Feng Yong's permission, Liu Hun cupped his fists and said, "Then go down and prepare."
"Is Xi-kun going to end?"
Watching Liu Hun go to prepare, Feng Yong asked in a low voice.
Guan Ji smiled confidently, "I will personally take command during the military competition."
There is a lack of entertainment in the army. Now that they heard that the two men were competing in a competition, even Zhang Ni and others came to join in the fun, and even personally directed the soldiers to circle the field.