"The emperor and the queen want to see our child?"
The next day, Guan Ji got the news from Feng Yong. As expected, she was surprised.
Then a look of hesitation appeared on her face, "It's not a short distance from Pingxiang to Hanzhong. Is it appropriate to have to travel such a long distance when my child is still young?"
Sure enough, after having a child, the child is more important than anything else.
"After all, it is the emperor and the queen who want to see the child themselves, so it is difficult to refuse."
Feng Yong moved a rocking chair and lay under the shade of the trees in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
He raised his head and looked at the sunlight filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves, filled with stars.
"The child is still young and easy to take care of. If we find two more wet nurses when we leave, everything will be fine."
When children get older and start eating on their own, they will become sick more easily when traveling far away.
"Besides, after the Northern Expedition, I should return to Jincheng to meet His Majesty."
"It's just that there are a lot of military affairs here in Longyou, so I can't get away. Now I have this opportunity to go to Hanzhong to meet His Majesty, which is also a good thing."
After Li Yan handed over Jiangzhou and returned to Jincheng, the Han Dynasty can now be regarded as a united monarch and ministers, working together from top to bottom, without so much suspicion.
But this does not mean that you can ignore the rules at will.
If someone else leads the army, there will always be family members left in Jincheng.
But Feng Mansion is now an empty shell, with only an old housekeeper watching over Zhuangzi.
Only the Feng family ancestral hall in the house proves that Zhuangzi's surname is Feng.
Now that he holds great military and political power, his wife and even his concubines are with him. If he really wants to pursue the case, this is not in line with the rules.
Zhang Xingyi controls the key department of the Secretariat of the Qiang Protector's Office. In the minds of all sensible people, he is actually a supervisor in disguise.
More importantly, counting the days, Old Demon Zhuge may not have many more years to live.
Without Old Demon Zhuge at the front, many things may not be so convenient to do, or at least require more consideration.
Even though I came here, I changed the fate of many people.
I only feel a sense of powerlessness towards Old Demon Zhuge.
The great Han people today are far more promising than those in history.
But it may be precisely because of this that Old Demon Zhuge has overdrawn his own vitality even more.
It seemed that he could not relax until he captured Chang'an.
If this continues, the old demon Zhuge will definitely die of vomiting blood and die of illness at the original time in history.
The medicine can cure the disease, and the Buddha can save the destined person!
With Old Demon Zhuge like this, no matter how powerful the doctor is, he can't save him.
In comparison, Mr. Zhao is much easier to deal with.
The great victory in the Northern Expedition, the appointment as the governor of Longyou, and the formation of the Han cavalry greatly improved the old man's morale.
If it doesn't work, I will send Zhao Guang back to Jicheng and let the old man beat him a few times to make him feel better and stretch his muscles.
Or let him drink two more sips of wine, and his mood will naturally feel better.
Judging from the old man's current lifestyle, living another three or four years shouldn't be a big problem.
"Back to Hanzhong this time, meeting His Majesty is the first one. Talking with the Prime Minister about something is the second."
"Thirdly, this time I want to bring a group of veterans back to lay the foundation for the martial arts hall in Nanxiang."
In the past two years of continuous fighting, although a group of elite soldiers have been trained, there are also many disabled soldiers.
Especially those soldiers who came out of Nanxiang were favored by all parties, not to mention the army, but also among the people.
There are huge gaps in the sugar cane plantations and mines in Nanzhong, the guards and managers of Dongfeng Express, and the grassroots personnel in Yueqi and Longyou.
If it weren't for the strength of the Xinghan Association, even the plantations and workshops of various families in Hanzhong and Shuzhong would definitely reach out.
After all, Nanxiang soldiers who have a basic foundation in literacy and arithmetic and a certain degree of knowledge are considered scarce talents everywhere in this era.
Therefore, Feng Yong himself had to select the best group first and let them go back to train the students in the Nanxiang Martial Arts Hall.
After hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Guan Ji nodded:
"A Lang actually has a plan. I will go back with you then. I wonder when A Lang plans to leave?"
"The exact date has not been determined yet, but no matter how you calculate it, it should probably wait until September."
Not only did they have to wait for the palace in Hanzhong to be built, but they also had to be careful not to delay the farming season.
In the Hanzhong area of Longyou, every late summer and early autumn, that is, July and August, it often rains heavily for several days.
At that time, the water levels of the Han River and Xihan River will skyrocket, making travel difficult.
The reason why Zhuge Lao Yao chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition at the beginning of spring before the weather was completely warm.
It is with this in mind.
Otherwise, the war will drag on into the rainy season, the mountain roads will be slippery, and the rivers will swell, making it difficult to transport food from the rear.
Once this happens, there is no other option but to retreat.
Things get much better after September, when the autumn grain harvest is almost finished.
It won't delay the farming time and the road will be easy to travel.
Guan Ji gave a vague hum, yawned lazily, stretched out her hand to rub her eyes, she seemed a little tired.
Then he flipped through the papers on the table and said, "It just so happens that I have a lot of questions that I would like to ask my uncle for."
Feng Yong sat up straight and leaned his head towards the table next to him.
Looking at the various symbols on the paper on the table that he could not understand, Feng Yong asked with great concern:
"What? Even Madam doesn't know how to change this eight-array diagram?"
In the early years of the Han Dynasty, there were no cavalry, so the Eight Formations were military formations designed based on infantry.
The Guarding Qiang Colonel's Mansion originally had two more arms than others, one was the Modao Team and the other was the Engineering Battalion, and now they also have to add the Cavalry.
Therefore, major changes need to be made to the eight-array diagram.
Feng Junhou is an imbecile in terms of military formation and cannot help at all in this regard.
However, the Eight Formation Diagram can be regarded as the ancestral art of war of the Zhuge family.
The prime minister and his wife were willing to pass the Eight Formations Diagram to themselves and Guan Ji because they regarded themselves and Guan Ji as their disciples and daughters.
But this does not mean that one can pass the Eight Formation Diagram to others at will.
So now I can only work hard on Guan Ji alone to study how to improve the Eight Formation Diagram.
Guan Ji looked at Feng Junhou's fake concern and rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to expose him.
"How can it be that easy? My aunt is not familiar with military affairs, and she is not sure about some things."
"At most, they can give me a general idea and how to do it specifically. I still have to try it myself to know if there is any problem."
This time Feng Yong said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xi."
Leading troops is not an easy task, and leading troops into battle is even more difficult.
Feng Yong knew that the reason why he could always win battles was that he had a group of excellent generals under his command, a group of high-quality grassroots officers and soldiers under his command, and he had strong logistics.
Under the same conditions, I am afraid that any enemy general can crush you.
What Guan Ji is doing now is to help herself expand her advantage, so she should say thank you.
Seeing the slightly tired look on Guan Ji's face, Feng Yong advised with some distress: "Take your time, don't be so anxious."
"During the days when Madam was in Longyou, she went to the manufacturing bureau every day to give guidance. Now, isn't it the same that Amei hasn't made what I want?"
The Qin and Han Dynasties were the first peak period of crossbows. After hundreds of years of development, the production technology has become very mature.
If you want to take it further, it cannot be accomplished overnight.
Both the production materials and the production process need to [567中文] break through before the manufacturing bureau can make the bed crossbow it wants.
Now it seems that the Protector Qiang School's Mansion has entered a bottleneck.
Feng Junhou was sighing when he saw Amei's figure suddenly appear at the door of the courtyard.
Because the two wanted to talk about the emperor's inspection of Hanzhong, they sent all the servants out of the courtyard at the beginning.
After Amei received permission, she trotted over and saluted the two of them with a happy face.
Feng Yong looked at the sky and saw that it was just after noon.
"It's not dinner time yet, why are you back so early?"
Amei was startled for a moment, and then she was suddenly led astray by her husband, and she asked blankly:
"Mr., you are hungry. Do you want your servant to make something to eat?"
Guan Ji couldn't stand it and kicked him from under the table, "You know how to bully Amei into being honest."
Then she asked Amei with a kind face, "But what's the matter?"
Amei glanced at Feng Yong subconsciously, and then said:
"I would like to thank you, Mr. and Mrs., for that printing press, my servant has made another one. The printed words are much clearer than before. I just don't know if the talisman meets the requirements of Mr. Jun..."
The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched and he glanced at Guan Ji, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
This woman just doesn't know a good heart.
Just now I comforted you by saying that there was nothing accomplished on Mei's side.
Do you know you are wrong now? It doesn’t matter if this girl hits me in the face, it will be bad if it hits you...
Guan Ji didn't notice Feng Yong's eyes at all because she was already attracted by Amei's words.
"Is it that random printing thing? Did you really make it?!"
Amei was a little unsure. She looked at Feng Yong and muttered: "The printed words are quite clear, but I don't know if they suit the gentleman's wishes..."
Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish her words, she stood up suddenly, stepped in front of Feng Yong with her long legs, and pulled Feng Yong up.
At the same time, he said to Amei, "Quick, take us to see it!"
"Back to Nu Jun, it's too hot outside to go out. My maid has already asked people to move here."
Amei said quickly.
When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed the faint sweat on Amei's hair.
"Let them move in quickly."
The so-called printing press is actually a manual mimeograph machine.
The basic materials are stylus, wax paper, steel plate, ink, printing table, etc.
Whether it's a stylus, a steel plate, or a printing table, it's actually not difficult to make.
Even if it can't be done, there are other alternatives.
After all, Hanzhongye, which is owned by Adou, has been closely related to him since its establishment.
Now that I have a relationship with Zhang Xingyi, if I want to create something, it is just a matter of one sentence.
The key is that there is no qualified wax paper and ink.
These days, the quality of candles is extremely poor. They burn for a long time and have to be cut off. This is something only wealthy people are entitled to use.
No one has ever seen wax paper, but there is quite a lot of oil paper.
In order to make this wax paper, oil lamps are now even lit in the residence of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, and the beeswax produced in the apiary under Zhang Xingyi's name has been handed over to the Manufacturing Bureau for waste.
Just because of this matter, Zhang Xingyi often murmured to herself.
Watching Amei install the mimeograph machine herself, Feng Yong recalled his youthful days in his previous life, sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but feel itchy hands.
Place the wax paper on the gauze frame and place the white paper on the printing table. Finally, press the gauze frame down tightly, pick up the ink roller, and brush it carefully.
Finally, I lifted up the gauze frame and took out the white paper. I found that it had been printed with neat fonts, and the content was the Thousand-Character Inscription, a specialty of Feng Mansion.
Feng Yong couldn't help laughing.
Guan Ji's head came closer, her eyes shining brightly.
In the end, he couldn't get enough of it, so he snatched the paper from Feng Yong's hand and couldn't put it down: "With such skills, all the students in the world will remember Alang's excellence!"
"The words are still a little blurry."
Although the words printed by the mimeograph machines of later generations often have a little bit of ink, generally speaking, as long as they are printed well, they are still clear.
Unlike now, there are always some faint burrs on the edges of this word.
This should be due to the screen, wax paper and ink, or one of them is not satisfactory.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei suddenly became nervous, "Since the gentleman is not satisfied, then I will think of another way."
"Don't listen to him!"
While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally had enough appreciation and stopped talking: "Don't listen to him, this is enough!"
"In the past, people who didn't have books at home wanted to learn and didn't even have the chance to copy a book. But now? First there were engravings to print books, and then there was this mimeograph."
"Now it is others begging us to borrow and buy books, not us begging them to learn."
Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, with a look of pride on her face:
"At first, how many people in Shu said that Alang was a clever talker? Who dares to say that now? As long as they are students who have gone to Nanxiang to study, who doesn't say good things for Alang?"
"Thief Cao..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from the rangers who went to Thief Cao to spy on Thief Cao that Thief Cao was spreading the word that I am an immoral person and unworthy of being a scholar."
Cao Cao considered himself to be the orthodox man in the world, and he had a huge psychological advantage over the Han Dynasty in terms of civil and martial arts.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent people to Shu to persuade the old demon Zhuge to surrender after Liu Bei's death.
It is a pity that in the battle at Longyou, the Han Dynasty beat Cao Wei until his head was covered and turned around.
In addition, in the past two years, the Han Dynasty has continued to squeeze the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei could only stare at Guanzhong, with no choice.
Even though martial arts has been suppressed, several articles that have been circulated from Shu in recent years are not only shocking works, but also have a vague tendency to create a new style of writing.
Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an literary style, which was one of the most proud literary styles of Cao Wei.
If the Han Dynasty catches up again in this regard, then Cao Wei's statement that he is the righteous one in the world will become questionable.
Therefore, a few years ago, when Feng Yong's articles were introduced to the Wei Dynasty, there was still a lot of praise.
After all, Wei Dynasty had a broad mind.
Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Longyou, Feng Junhou's evaluation became worse day by day.
No more mention of beautiful articles, only talk about poor moral character and some weird habits, so you are not a literati...
Since he is not a literati, can the articles he wrote also be called articles?
Emperor Wu's writing was ancient and straight, Emperor Wen's writing was beautiful, and the articles written by King Dong'a (Cao Zhi moved to Dong'a in the seventh year of Jianxing) were even more derived from the national style.
All of them follow the traces of ancient texts and are innovative.
You are a clever talker, but what you write has no ancient poetry or rhythm at all. What the hell do you think you are?
"Those are slanderous words from a thief. How can we believe them lightly?"
Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Those who compose poetry have their own aspirations. Reading Alang's articles makes people feel straight and can't help themselves. This is the beauty of poetry."
"If it is to follow the rules and follow the ancient monuments, thus losing the original meaning and becoming tangible but without spirit, it will be nothing more than craftsman's writing. What's the point of reading it?"
After hearing his mother-in-law's unabashed praise of him, Feng Yong immediately smiled as if he had eaten magpie excrement.
"Six Niang's secretariat needs this thing the most. Amei, ask someone to call Si Niang and let her see that her beeswax was not in vain."
Classic books are best printed with woodblock printing, but for various official documents, test papers and other documents that are frequently changed, a manual mimeograph machine is most convenient.
Otherwise, you can't just ask someone to engrave a page for an official document, right?
How wasteful is that?
Therefore, official documents still have to be copied by a special person.
With the formation of schools and martial arts halls, these three years of simulation and five years of college entrance examination should also give those children a taste.
Thinking of this, Feng Tubiao, who was full of malice, couldn't help but reveal an evil smile.
When Guan Ji heard this person, the first thing she thought of was Siniang, and she felt unhappy.
Seeing his wretched smile again, my eyebrows immediately stood up!
"Bah! Feng Mingwen, you are so brave!"
"Ouch!"
Feng Junhou was caught off guard and seemed to hear the sound of "rattling" bones in his body.
"Xijun, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please tell me..."
"Sister Four can use this thing, but I can't?"
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(ps: Don’t rush Xiaosi and the idiots anymore. The 5,000-word chapter that took me a day and a night to write was just a matter of the two of them talking about something on the couch at night. It only lasted one night. They were killed by the mythical beast early in the morning.
It’s been taken away, and I don’t know when it will be released. My heart is bleeding.)