"I know you have a good way of governing the Hu people, so I'm not worried about the strength of the troops protecting the Qiang Lieutenant's Mansion. What I'm worried about is, is there enough food in Pingxiang?"
Seeing Feng Yong about to get up and leave, Zhao Yun asked again.
In the past two years, the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion has been recruiting the barbarians while also using troops against Liangzhou.
Now we not only have a high-quality source of troops for the cavalry, but we can also train them in battle, so that the cavalry can quickly take shape. It has to be said that it is a good move.
But this is based on consuming a lot of money and food.
Fortunately, the Shu region has had a good harvest of grain in recent years, and Dongfeng Express is very capable, so it can withstand such lavish consumption.
But this also shows that Xiaowei Mansion has not been able to save much food in the past two years.
Counting from the sixth year of Jianxing, the Cao thieves in Guanzhong had been hoarding food for nearly three years!
If the news this time is truly reliable, then a war will be inevitable.
As a veteran who has been fighting for most of his life, the food transported by Dongfeng Express to the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion will basically pass through Jicheng.
Zhao Yun could naturally estimate the approximate scope of the grain inventory in the Qiang Protector's Office.
How long has it been since the Battle of Jincheng?
The soldiers can basically recover after a few months of rest, but that doesn't mean that the food will grow in the warehouse on its own.
Feng Yong chuckled: "Although I didn't go to Chenghanzhong this time, I finally gained something. In Wudu, I met Governor Liao and we had a great conversation."
Zhao Yun: "Huh?"
"Prefect Liao has done a good job in the past three years. He also learned from Yue Xun and summoned many barbarians to build water conservancy and cultivate crops in Xiabian County."
The Han people can be divided into fifty acres of cultivated land, and the Hu people can be divided into thirty acres.
At the same time, the government can also rent out cattle and grain seeds, and the interest rate is not high. The government even promised that if the weather is bad, it can also pay in installments.
The most important thing is that in this process, the wealthy Xinghan Society can promise to cover the whole situation.
Under such a good incentive policy, the prefect's mansion is like a pig with no work, and the poor people at the bottom who are often hungry will risk their lives to farm.
Not to mention those Hu people who starved to death in the early years and froze to death at the end of the year?
As for why the Xinghan Association is willing to stand up for a mere prefect...
A certain Junhou lady who did not want to be named can attest that the pillow style is indeed very effective.
"Xiabian can be regarded as a small granary in Longyou. This year's harvest is good. Prefect Liao promised me to sell all the excess grain to Xiaowei Mansion."
When a certain monarch said this, he felt quite happy.
After all, the process of Madam Junhou blowing pillow wind is also very pleasant.
Regarding this incident of collusion between officials and businessmen, Feng Yong didn't want to hide anything, because when the food was shipped, it always had to pass through Jicheng, so he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
"I've calculated that this batch of grain should last for half a month. By September, almost all the grain will be harvested."
"Once the autumn grain is harvested, plus the grain shipped from Hanzhong, I think there won't be much of a problem."
When Zhao Yun heard this, his beard twitched.
He really didn't expect that Feng Yong would be able to get a batch of food halfway:
"Huh... you mean that the Colonel's Office of Protecting Qiang does not need to provide food from the Governor's Office this time?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he almost jumped up:
"Old General, I didn't say that! Besides, according to the rules, once there is a war, shouldn't the Governor's Mansion immediately provide food to the Colonel's Mansion?"
It is one thing for the Qiang Colonel's Mansion to raise food on its own, but that is only under normal circumstances.
If a war really breaks out, the small amount of food stored in the Protector Qiang Lieutenant's Mansion alone will not be enough to support a high-intensity war.
"One month."
Zhao Yun, however, ignored Feng Yong who was dancing. He stroked his beard with his left hand and raised his index finger with his right hand:
"If the Huqiang Colonel's Mansion can raise a month's worth of military rations on its own, then the Governor's Mansion will have more room for maneuver."
One month?
Why should I find a way to raise a month's worth of military rations?
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Yun with suspicion.
Old man, I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed man with big eyes, would actually learn to resell military rations?
A month later, Longyou was able to collect all the grain.
Are you, the Governor's Mansion, just waiting for that time to take back the grain you sold, including the principal and interest?
Zhao Yun didn't know the dirty thoughts in Feng Yong's heart, but he could understand the dirty expression on this man's face, and he shouted in annoyance:
"Looking at your look, I can tell you don't have good intentions in mind!"
Feng Yong coughed and asked unwillingly:
"Old General, where did the military rations from the Governor's Mansion go?"
Zhao Yun glared at Feng Yong angrily:
"A few days ago, General Guan, who protects the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion, gave me a suggestion, saying that the Xiaowei Mansion plans to send troops from Zuli County to wipe out Manyin County in Hexi to prevent the Liangzhou Cao thieves from joining Guanzhong.
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"At the same time, I also asked me to ask Jincheng and Xiping counties to coordinate. I think this suggestion is good. After all, who knows how long this war will last?"
"The soldiers in your Xiaowei Mansion have to eat military rations when they go to war. Do the soldiers in Jincheng and Xiping have to eat grass when they go to war?"
Having said this, Zhao Yun looked over meaningfully:
"I didn't expect that your boy really dared to let go. That person can even make the decision on such a thing."
Feng Yong suddenly heard the news about his mother-in-law. He couldn't react for a while. He was stunned for a while and then said:
"Old General, you know that Sanniang is a tiger girl..."
Zhao Yun stroked his beard with a look of approval on his face:
"Just for her decision to eliminate hidden dangers before the war, the Guan family girls really deserve the title of Tiger Girl."
Having said this, Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong, "Using the river as the boundary and letting the Cao thieves wander around on the other side of you, what do you think?"
Feng Yong said "Oh" and explained:
"It's nothing. I just thought there aren't many Cao thieves in Manyin County. Keeping it will provide another window for communication with Liangzhou."
Does the "Yang-Land Friendship" know about cutting?
Oh, the old man probably doesn't know.
Because according to the information from Soochow, Lu Kang is still a little kid, and Yang Hu should be about the same.
When Yang Hu was guarding Jingzhou, even the soldiers and civilians of Wu State were influenced by him. If it had not been for a land resistance, Jingzhou, the gateway of Wu State, would have surrendered without a fight.
Although Feng Yong has no extravagant hope of allowing Liangzhou to surrender without a fight, he can definitely speed up the division within Liangzhou by using coercion throughout the territory and being gentle in all aspects.
The Wei army in Manyin County was deliberately left alone. If anyone wanted to take a breather or something, they could just cross the river. Isn't it convenient?
The so-called window to the world of future generations is the same.
Only by leaving a window can we communicate with each other and understand each other!
Feng Yong knew that he could not compare with those figures who could go down in history, but he could learn from them.
"It's a pity that if the Cao thieves in Guanzhong can stay calm for another two years according to the prime minister's estimation, the Han Dynasty will almost be able to recapture Liangzhou without any blood."
Feng Yong said with regret.
The division of labor between the Longyou Governor's Office and the Qiang Protector's Office has always been relatively clear.
The Dudu's Mansion mainly went eastward to guard against the Cao thieves in Guanzhong, while the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion mainly went west to manage Liangzhou.
Although Jincheng County and Xiping County to the west of Longyou are under the jurisdiction of the governor's office, the relationship between the prefect of the two counties and Feng Yong, or the relationship with the Xinghan Hui, is not shallow.
This was not the first time that Zhao Yun heard from Feng Yong about the measures taken by the Qiang Colonel's Mansion to run Liangzhou. Naturally, he understood Feng Yong's words and nodded approvingly:
"It's already very good. I can't let you take all the advantages in the world. In today's world, it would be a good thing if fewer people die."
Speaking of the last half of the sentence, Zhao Yun showed a look that seemed a bit sad and sighing.
Feng Yong knew that the old man might be thinking of the troubled times he had seen for most of his life, and was thinking of how to comfort him.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly showed a thoughtful expression:
"You said those families who have opened workshops in Pingxiang should have a lot of food in their hands, right? Can you go back and ask them to provide some food?"
"Isn't it good?" Feng Yong said with some embarrassment, "Which company is not waiting to divide the wool and start work now?"
"Under the current circumstances, if we let them provide food for no reason, even if it is to relieve a temporary emergency, I am afraid they will have other thoughts in the future."
If Cao's thieves came to the city, Feng Yong would naturally have 10,000 reasons to seize food.
Anyway, the city is almost gone. If you don’t give me this food, do you want it to be used by Cao Cao?
But Cao Cao's thieves are still over there at Longshan. They haven't figured out whether to go west over Longshan or southward to attack Hanzhong. They have to forcefully requisition food, which is unjustifiable.
Even if they can be recruited, half of the capital monsters that have been screened and cultivated through a series of suppression and co-optation in the past few years will basically be destroyed.
Moreover, the goodwill value has been shattered. If you want to use the golden sign of "Lucky Feng Langjun" to bluff people in the future, I'm afraid it won't work.
The leeks have just sprouted, so I can't get rid of them.
Zhao Yun naturally didn't understand Feng Yong's thoughts. He frowned and glanced at Feng Yong: "You are also a leader in battle. Don't you understand that Ci can't lead troops?"
"Besides, the methods you have used against those wealthy families over the years do not seem to be kind-hearted. Why are you so soft-hearted now?"
Feng Yonggan laughed and did not dare to explain. He just said vaguely: "Keeping them is always useful."
When Zhao Yun heard this, he looked at Feng Yong suspiciously, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions and just nodded:
"Forget it, I can't take care of the affairs of the captain's house anyway. But after all, we are still short of half a month's military rations. What should we do?"
Feng Yong thought for a while and said "Tsk": "Let's talk about it, there will always be a way."
"Is there really a way?"
Zhao Yun didn't believe it.
"certainly."
After the discussion, it was getting late and it was not suitable to rush, so Feng Yong rested in the governor's mansion.
At the same time, he paid a visit to Zhao Ma, who had a preference for Zhao Guangduo.
At dawn the next day, Feng Yong, who was worried about the military situation, hurried out of the Governor's Mansion and was about to get on his horse when someone suddenly shouted: "Brother!"
Feng Yong looked back following the voice and saw someone waving to him at the side door of the Governor's Mansion.
He took a closer look and saw that it was Huang Wudie.
Instructing everyone who was about to set off to wait where they were, Feng Yong walked over and asked, "I wonder if my brothers and sisters have anything else to do?"
Huang Wudie pointed not far away: "It's not me who has something to do, but Agu who wants to talk to my brother about something. Please come with me."
Looking in the direction she pointed, I saw a maid guarding there.
Following Huang Wudie past the maid who was obviously not letting anyone else get close to her, Feng Yong saw a middle-aged woman standing there, waiting for his arrival.
He hurriedly greeted her and saluted: "I have met Mrs. Zhao."
Mrs. Zhao Ma is very tall, and her clothes are not as flashy as other women from wealthy families.
The upper body is a narrow-sleeved and thin-waisted jacket that has been popularized in Nanxiang in recent years. It is also covered with a Sichuan brocade wide jacket, which looks elegant and neat.
Although she has been married to Shu for a long time, Zhao Ma still has the boldness of a daughter of Xiliang. She took two steps forward and directly stretched out her hand to help Feng Yong:
"Didn't I say yesterday that you and Erlang are as close as brothers? I, the daughter-in-law, call you brother. If you call me Mrs. Zhao, it would be too unreasonable."
Feng Yong had to change his words again: "Yes, Auntie."
Zhao Mashi smiled heartily: "That's right."
With that said, she gestured to Huang Wudie.
Huang Wudie seemed to take two steps back, first listened attentively, and then nodded slightly to Mrs. Zhao.
Zhao Ma then reached into his sleeve and took out a letter, and at the same time lowered his voice: "I know that the military situation is urgent and you cannot stay longer, so I will tell you directly."
Seeing Mr. Zhao's solemn expression, Feng Yong was slightly shocked.
When I was guessing what the other party was going to mention, I heard Zhao Ma's voice continue to sound:
"Although my Ma family has moved to Longxi for three generations, our ancestral home is still in Fufeng. Moreover, when my late father led troops to guard Fufeng, he brought several of us brothers and sisters back into the ancestral tree."
"I just didn't expect that later my brother was forced into Hanzhong by Cao's thieves, and the Ma family was also bloodbathed by the thieves. Before my brother left, he said that only one branch of the Ma family's bloody diet was left in Shu."
"In the past few years, the Ma family has been fortunate to have the great love of their nephew. The Ma family has benefited from rare things such as wool, sugar, and wine."
Speaking later, Zhao Ma’s voice became lower and lower:
"The Ma family's caravan sold these rare items to Guanzhong, and finally had the opportunity to find out some news about the Ma family in Fufeng Huaili, and learned that the branches were scattered in Guanzhong."
"Also, when my late father was guarding Fufeng, he guarded against barbarians in the north, prepared white cavalry in the east, waited for scholars to advance, and saved people's lives with dignity. He was deeply loved by the people of Sanfu."
"The Ma family was harmed by Cao's thieves, and many officials in the third auxiliary felt pity for them. In this letter, there is a list of old friends of the Ma family who have restored contact in recent years."
With that said, she handed over the letter and placed it heavily in Feng Yong's hand.
Feng Yong was moved. After carefully putting it away, he gave a big gift to Mrs. Zhao: "I will forever thank my aunt for her love!"
Zhao Ma helped Feng Yong up again:
"After my own brother passed away, the Ma family said that they had brother Cong to support them externally, but I know that with brother Cong's talent, he can maintain the position but not advance. He can lead a thousand people, but it is difficult to lead ten thousand people."
When Feng Yong heard this, he took a high look at Zhao Ma.
After all, martinline is very famous for treating gastritis.
In addition, when I played the Three Kingdoms in my previous life, I also used the character Ma Dai.
So he naturally had some understanding of Ma Dai.
After the death of Old Demon Zhuge, Ma Dai once led the Northern Expedition alone, but was ultimately defeated by a Wei general with little reputation.
Why do you say that Wei general has no reputation?
Because Feng Yong can't remember the name of that Wei general now - all the people Feng Junhou can't remember are basically mediocre generals.
With Feng Junhou's current confidence, it would be no big deal to recommend such mediocre generals.
That Ma Dai could be defeated by such Wei generals is enough to prove that Zhao Ma's vision is really good.
"And my nephew is still young and cannot support the Ma family. Without the help of my nephew, the Ma family will fall sooner or later."
Of course, Mrs. Zhao Ma didn't know what Feng Yong was thinking, so she just continued, "Now if I can help my nephew with some small favors, our Ma family will naturally do our part."
At this point, she had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, "Of course, when I do this, I actually want something from my nephew."
Feng Yong said quickly: "Auntie, it's okay to say it."
"I heard that at Nanxiang Academy, there is knowledge passed down from the sect of Xian Nephew, and there are teachers who teach Confucianism and Taoism, and even Governor Li teaches martial arts."
"Therefore, I would like to ask for a favor from my virtuous nephew. I am just waiting for this battle to end. Can you let my nephew go to Nanxiang Academy to study?"
The future head of the Ma family wants to study at Nanxiang Academy?
This is a good thing.
Feng Yong nodded: "Since my aunt is begging for mercy, why should I not respond? It's just a matter of sending a message to Nanxiang."
"But my nephew has to remind my aunt first. The rules of Nanxiang Academy are very strict. They don't care about status, only about knowledge. If you break the rules, no matter who you are, you will be punished."
After receiving Feng Yong's consent, Zhao Ma breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and said repeatedly:
"This is natural! If you want to gain real knowledge, you should do this. Otherwise, wouldn't it be disrespectful to learning?"
As she said that, she glanced at Feng Yong again: "From the fact that my nephew established Nanxiang Academy, we know that my nephew is a person who respects Taoism and values learning."
I just want to exploit the feudal landlord class.
Feng Yong was replying secretly in his heart, but Zhao Mashi's next sentence shocked him:
"If you don't give up, our Ma family is willing to come forward and find some families to jointly provide money and food to build a school in Longyou."
The most expensive thing in the world is free!
How could Feng Junhou not know this truth?
It's just that he couldn't figure out for a while what Zhao Ma meant: "If it's because of the Ma family's brother's matter, Auntie doesn't have to spend so much money."
This is not just a matter of spending money and food, but also a matter of human kindness. With the Ma family bleeding so heavily, the plan must be huge. How dare Feng Yong agree to it on the spot?
"Of course it's not because of my brother."
Seeing Feng Yong's appearance, Zhao Ma knew that he had concerns, so he had to explain:
"Nowadays, many families in Shu want to send their children to Nanxiang School to study, but the school gives priority to local Nanxiang children when accepting students."
"Either we are accepting students sent from Yuexun Academy. There are really too few places left for outsiders."
"It would be best if Longyou Academy could be like Yuexun Academy, selecting some outstanding students every year and sending them to Nanxiang Academy."
When Feng Yong heard this, his heart moved, and he seemed to have grasped something.
Over the years, Nanxiang Academy and Yuexun Academy have provided a large number of grassroots management talents to the Xinghan Association system.
What is even more remarkable is that some talented students in Nanxiang Academy can escape from their original class and become elite talents.
Although the number is small, it is enough to shock people.
Mass production management and management talents have been basically the qualifications only available to aristocratic families for more than a hundred years.
Local wealthy families may not have such qualifications.
But today's Xinghanhui system can actually use shortcuts to cultivate Cangtou Qianshou in just a few years.
Who wouldn't be surprised if I replace him?
After being frightened, people will naturally be moved.
Although he vaguely guessed what the other party was thinking, Feng Yong still answered cautiously:
"This matter is of great importance. I cannot make the decision alone. We will have to discuss it after we return."
If you are unsure about military matters, ask the royal family, and if you are unsure about political affairs, ask the concubine Zhi. I need to go back and ask Siniang for her opinion first.
"It's natural."
When Zhao Mashi saw that Feng Yong did not refuse on the spot, his face was filled with joy.
After the two of them finished talking, Huang Wudie also came over, with a twitchy look on his face:
"Brother, the military situation is dangerous and Erlang is acting recklessly. Please keep an eye on me, brother."
Feng Yong cupped his hand and said, "Erlang and I are as close as brothers, but please don't worry, brother and sister."
After saying that, he said goodbye to the two of them, walked out of the door, and got on his horse.
"drive!"
There were not many people on the street in the early morning, but a group of people and horses moved like thunder, rushing towards the city gate.