Back then, the third lady of the Guan family and the young lady of the Zhang family had a decisive battle at the top of Jincheng. The third lady of the Guan family was supported by many heroes and took advantage of the right time, place and people to easily defeat the young lady of the Zhang family.
This forced the young lady of the Zhang family to retire to Nanxiang.
After the third lady of the Guan family got what she wanted, she thought that the overall situation was settled, but she didn't expect that the young lady of the Zhang family who was far away in Nanxiang received the secrets taught by the empress of the Han Dynasty.
After several years of hard training, Mrs. Zhang finally achieved something, so she returned to the world and once again challenged Guan Ji, who had become the wife of the president.
This time, not only did Miss Zhang's skills greatly improve, but she also learned the lessons of betrayal and separation.
Not only did she use her own advantages to divide Guan Ji's supporters, a considerable number of people will even turn to support her in the foreseeable future.
This incident perfectly illustrates what it means to have good fortune, don't bully young men, well, girls are poor.
Of course, Guan Ji could determine her status as the head wife of the Feng family before marrying into the Feng family. Naturally, she could not do it just by relying on her muscles.
Although Feng Huishou noticed her unusual pectoralis major when he saw her for the first time, this was not the point.
The point is, she was able to defeat Zhang Xingyi back then, and the Xinghan Club had contributed a lot.
For example, rumors that Feng Yong and the third lady of the Guan family were a match made in heaven were all over the streets of Jincheng, and it was spread by the Xinghan Society.
Coupled with the fact that she has firmly held the position of the first lady of the Xinghan Association over the years, Guan Ji naturally knows where her basic base is.
Although she was shocked when she heard Feng Yong say "Xinghan Hui is not a prominent Han family" just now.
But after calming down, Guan Ji quickly judged the information that was beneficial to herself from these words: the Xinghan Society would most likely conflict with the future Han Dynasty's prominent families.
This is extremely important information.
Perhaps only the most trustworthy people are qualified to know Alang's opinion.
Zhang Xingyi will be the supporter of the Han family in the future, and the Xinghan Society will naturally be Guan Ji's base.
So when Guan Ji said that those families were close to Zhang Xingyi, she was actually taking precautions and labeling Zhang Xingyi, so as to cut off Zhang Xingyi's idea of getting involved in the Xinghan Society in the future.
Feng Yong did not reveal Guan Ji's little thoughts.
Even if my boss did something wrong, he would still have to find a way to deal with the aftermath, let alone something like this?
He just asked: "Those families have the support of the royal family. Are you not afraid of what you said, Mr. Xi?"
"What are you afraid of? No matter how much the royal family supports those families, can they still be allowed to dominate?" Guan Ji sneered, "Didn't Alang just tell me that it's not a good thing for one party to dominate?"
"I wonder if the royal family also gave strong support when the Prosperous Han Dynasty first came up? The queen of our Han Dynasty is not an ordinary person."
Feng Yong nodded: "Yes, I have a deep understanding of Zhang Jiawen and Guan Jiawu..."
The Xinghan Hui and the prominent families of the Han Dynasty stood side by side, with the royal family in the middle and balanced, and the three pillars were the most stable.
From the support the Empress of the Han Dynasty gave to the Xinghan Society in the past few years, to the support the young lady of the Zhang family gives to the future prominent Han family, the women of the Zhang family are truly extraordinary.
"Ha," Guan Ji sneered, "Guan Jiawu is certainly right, but this Jiawen, others used to refer to the third wife of the Zhang family."
"But I don't know, who is the Zhang Jiawen that Alang is talking about now?"
"Who else can be a girl from the Zhang family?" Feng Junhou yawned and replied vaguely, "I'm exhausted, I'm going to sleep..."
Guan Ji kicked him bitterly.
Feng Junhou gritted his teeth and held on, pretending that he had fallen asleep and not daring to say a word.
Although Guan Ji was secretly scheming at night, when she faced Zhang Xingyi the next day, she still had a deep sisterly love.
After all, the so-called emerging noble family of the Han Dynasty is just an idea.
Even among the Xinghan Hui, who had risen earlier than the Xingxing clan, there was only one person, Feng Junhou, who was qualified to be called an important minister of the imperial court.
The remaining few can barely be regarded as rising political stars and are not yet qualified to enter the court to discuss matters.
Therefore, what Feng Junhou and his wife imagined at night would not happen until what year or month it was.
The present is more important. For example, the breakfast in front of you is very good.
The millet porridge was cooked to a fragrant paste, and Zhang Xingyi drank it happily.
The soy milk turned a light red color due to the addition of brown sugar. Guan Ji squinted and tasted it carefully.
Feng Yong only drinks white rice porridge. Although sometimes he wants to drink millet porridge, but in that case, he has to drink another bowl of brown sugar soy milk.
Amei doesn't have such scruples, she can drink whatever she wants, but two tea eggs are essential for breakfast every day.
Tea bricks, which were considered valuable to the Hu people, were just condiments for boiling eggs in the Feng family.
Holding half an egg in both hands, she just stuffed it into her mouth. This is a girl who is not picky about food.
Ah Chong is different. When he eats eggs, he only eats the whites. When Guan Ji is not paying attention, he will secretly pick off the yolks with his hands.
"What a good thing. Children from ordinary families don't even know what a chicken looks like, but you are a picky kid."
Guan Ji scolded Ah Chong with half regret and half scolding, while picking up the egg yolks scattered on the stroller's small dining table and throwing them into Ah Mei's bowl.
Amei's noodles didn't change color, so she ate immediately after picking up the bowl.
Some people couldn't stand the main wife bullying the concubines, so they kicked Feng Junhou in the bottom.
Feng Junhou was stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a bun. Unexpectedly, he was kicked and his hand tilted, and the chopsticks were directly inserted into another bun.
Feng Yong clicked his tongue and seemed to disagree with Guan Ji's words:
"Isn't it just a chicken? It sounds like a scorpion or a tiger. There is some truth in what I said a few years ago. Nowadays, which family doesn't raise a few chickens and ducks?"
"No matter how bad it is, I raise five or six geese. Although geese don't like to lay eggs, and goose eggs don't have the same meaty smell as chicken and duck eggs, you can always taste them."
"This kid is just picky. Xijun, please let him eat by himself first. Come on, here are the red bean paste buns. Eat them quickly."
Feng Junhou very considerately put the wrong bun into Guan Ji's bowl.
"Thank you, Alang."
Guan Ji, who loves sweets, took a bite and narrowed her eyes again. It seemed that the buns were very tasty.
Feng Yong steadied the chopsticks in his hand, and then picked up the one he wanted.
The continuous increase in iron smelting output over the years has not only benefited the military, but also promoted the promotion of new production tools and farming methods.
Nowadays, new production tools and farming methods have become very popular in the Han Dynasty, and the grain production in Shu has been increasing year after year.
With more food, people were able to raise some poultry and livestock, so agricultural and sideline foods became more abundant.
Unlike in previous years, when bran was used to fill the stomach and save lives during lean times, who would be willing to feed poultry?
After Guan Ji finished eating the buns, she turned to feed Ah Chong and said at the same time:
"Alang, you are the only one who has the qualifications to say this. How about someone else? A Feng Critic who doesn't know the sufferings of the people will not be able to escape."
"The chickens and duck eggs in ordinary people's homes are all useful. Who would be willing to put them in his own mouth?"
"However, thanks to Alang's hard work over the years, we Han people can all have food to eat. Life is much better than before."
It is true that people in Shu have begun to raise more chickens and ducks in their homes in recent years, but it is also true that the people themselves rarely have the opportunity to taste eggs.
Because most of the few eggs in their hands were carefully saved, and when enough were saved, they were used to offset taxes.
Over the years, poultry eggs have been used in dry food, and poultry feathers have been used in blower down jackets, etc., which are all strategic materials related to the country.
Therefore, the government allows the use of poultry eggs and feathers as tax deductions.
This policy not only allows the government to solve part of the shortage of raw materials, but also allows people to keep an extra ration at home. It is a good win-win policy.
As for opening a breeding farm, even if Feng Yong disclosed the art of wishing a chicken man, only the rich and powerful families in Shu would dare to do it, and it would be the kind where several families would join forces to share the risks.
And places like Longyou, which have been cold for too long, can raise poultry on a large scale. Currently, only the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion has this ability.
Otherwise, when chicken fever, duck fever, and swine fever come, all the animals with fur will die.
Is it a joke that if you have a huge wealth, your hair doesn't count?
If ordinary rural landowners and rich men dare to touch this thing foolishly and boldly, all their livestock will die overnight, not to mention falling into abject poverty, and the decline of their family will be inevitable.
Therefore, these dry food blowers, down jackets and other raw materials really require a lot of effort to collect.
The Junhou couple were talking about people's livelihood, but the secretary next to them had other ideas.
Hearing Feng Yong say something wrong about Guan Ji, the secretary was very happy.
Taking advantage of Guan Ji's turn to feed Ah Chong, she secretly put a bun into Feng Yong's bowl as a reward.
"Over the years, even barbarian places like Nanzhong have used Quyuan plows..."
When Guan Ji said this, her face was full of pride. As usual, she wanted to sing praises to show her Alang's extraordinaryness.
"Stop talking nonsense! What kind of barbarian land is Nanzhong now? I don't know how many people want to go there to open gardens and grow sugar cane! Eat quickly, eat quickly!"
Feng Yong took another red bean paste bun, blocked her mouth, and then turned to Zhang Xingyi:
"After you finish eating, go over and help your sister, so that your sister can have a good meal."
Zhang Xingyi responded quickly, stood up and went over to take the child's job from Guan Ji.
Zhang Xingyi fed Ah Chong very skillfully over there, and Feng Yong carefully fed Shuangshuang a mouthful of rice soup and asked:
"Are you sure that the autumn grains to be harvested this year can guarantee the Hu tribe's winter ration supply?"
Zhang Xingyi has really integrated into this family now. Even though Feng Yong didn't mention him by name, everyone could tell who he was talking to.
I saw the secretary carefully wiping the rice grains on Ah Chong's face and replying nonchalantly:
"Brother-in-law, when it comes to farming, apart from you, how many people among this big man can compare to Xu Erniang?"
"After conquering Jincheng, she had already led her people to open up land on the east side of the river, specifically for growing yu head."
We diverted water from the Yellow River to grow bamboo shoots instead of staple crops because there were Cao thieves on the other side.
Even if Yutou Land is destroyed, the loss will not be too great.
The only pity is the fertilizer that was thrown down.
Because Yutou’s requirements for water and fertilizer are not generally high.
However, for the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, which controls more than a dozen pastures, fertilizer is the most indispensable.
But if you are lucky enough to keep that piece of Yutou land, you will have made a lot of food to prepare for famines and emergencies.
Now it seems that Xu Erniang's original decision was the most correct.
"Xu Erniang has already assured me that there will definitely be no problem with the Hu tribe's winter rations this year."
Zhang Xingyi wiped Ah Chong's face clean and then showed a satisfied smile. It seemed that in her eyes, this problem was not as important as the rice grains on Ah Chong's face.
But it was better not to mention Yutou. When Feng Yong mentioned this, he remembered the Yutou powder dry food that Xu Xun had recommended to him.
There is also Xu Erniang, a Han agriculturist who has a unique feeling for growing bamboo shoots.
Feng Yong suddenly felt that his mother-in-law was right. The common people of the Han Dynasty were actually very happy if they could eat real food.
Although he cried to Governor Zhao about insufficient military rations, as a highly independent Qiang-protecting captain, if Feng Yong really had no back-up plan, then he would have been completely blind to the rights granted by the Han Prime Minister.
There is not enough food to make ends meet.
At worst, when frying dry rice flour, add two more drops of butter, mutton fat, lard or something, and add more salt.
Feng Junhou believed that those barbarians who had not had enough to eat for most of their lives would not be able to taste the difference.
So what if someone can taste it?
Whose grain hasn't been a little damp? What's wrong with the taste being a little worse?
I do not want to eat?
Do you want to eat bran bran?
Do you want to eat a riding crop?
Do you want to eat the saber?
Don’t want to eat at all, just want good food?
Then join the servant army, and then accumulate enough military merit to become a real Han soldier and enjoy super-national... ahem, super-superhuman treatment.
Military merit, and only military merit, is the fastest way to cross strata.
Where to find military merit?
Don't hesitate on the battlefield.
Now there is such a good opportunity, an opportunity to quickly gain military merit: the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion is preparing for the Eastern Expedition, issuing a recruitment order to form a Yi Cong Army.
As long as it is under the rule of the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, regardless of Han or Hu, any family with conditions can bring their own horses and weapons to join, and the government will be responsible for the military rations.
As soon as the news came out, Longyou immediately became a sensation.
This is because in the past several recruitment orders were issued by the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, and priority was given to selecting from specific tribes, and others who wanted to join were not allowed to join.
The Hu leaders want to reap benefits, the Hu warriors want to convert their families to Han registration, and the Han people want to join the household registration in the Xinghanhui system.
In addition, there are many heroes in Liangzhou, who doesn't know that Nanxiang County, which was rebuilt by Feng Junhou himself, is the holy land of knights?
The so-called great chivalrous people are not without heroes who serve the country and the people and simply want to follow Feng Junhou.
So there are really many people who want to join the Yi Congjun.
These days, Pingxiang City is several times more lively than usual.
At the same time, the pressure on public security in Pingxiang City also began to increase. After all, those who are willing to join the army to gain a future must have a bit of bloodshed.
What are you looking at?
What do you think of you?
It is bound to happen that someone will draw a sword against someone at the first glance of disagreement.
However, the way the Huqiang Colonel's Mansion handles this situation has always been simple and crude in the way inherited from Nanxiang.
Guys who dare to cause trouble in the street are usually greeted by sergeants who appear out of nowhere and are thrown to the ground directly.
Even if someone wants to rely on his skill, he must admit defeat due to various methods such as long hooks in fishing nets and poison.
Riots on the street are not serious incidents, and given the current special circumstances, the parties involved are often interrogated on the spot.
"Whose last name is it?"
Those who understand the situation will sign up obediently. Those who want to show their unyielding will be greeted with a flurry of punches and kicks.
The leading sergeant sneered:
"Aweng, when I was killing thieves in front of the battle, I was holding the heads of the soldiers in one hand and eating, and I was holding military rations in the other hand to eat. What does your show of talent mean to me?"
The hero who was beaten until his nose bleeded finally replied: "I also came to join the army."
"If you join the army and sign up at the school outside the city, what kind of hero do you think you are if you make trouble on the street? Follow me quickly."
After that, he half-carried and half-delivered the person to the surrender place.
In the camp of the Yi Congjun, there will be people who will teach them various rules. If they can pass the screening, they will stay, if they can't, they will leave.
The Volunteer Army is also divided into levels. Those who have responded to the call-up several times and have performed well will be independently compiled into a roster. This is the reserve force of the Xiaowei Mansion.
After being recruited, the salary is slightly lower than that of regular sergeants.
Some of them will also be selected to be the leaders of the new ones.
In this expedition, whether it is the Modao Battalion, the Wudang Battalion, the Cavalry Battalion, the Engineering Battalion, or the Guards Battalion and the Dark Night Battalion under the direct command of Feng Yong, all will be dispatched.
The school grounds outside Pingxiang City were bustling with people.
After Feng Yong returned to Pingxiang, the soldiers of each battalion in the Xiaowei Mansion, except for the sick and wounded, began to nervously make final preparations before going out.
The general in charge of each battalion has food and accommodation in the military camp and is ready to lead the troops on their march at any time.
Even Feng Yong and Guan Ji have been visiting various camps every day in the past few days.
The cavalry battalion returning from the battle across the river was the focus of their inspection.
"Idiot, if you have stirrups, don't clamp your crotch so tightly. This is your horse, not your mother-in-law, so why do you use so much force? Use your strength on your waist!"
In the camp of the cavalry battalion, Zhao Guang was pointing at a small group of soldiers and yelling and swearing. He was a complete old bastard who had lost his good skin in vain.
Repeated battles in the past few years have left two scars on his face. It seems that this guy does not have the perverted dodge attributes of his father.
Yang Wanwan, who led Feng Yong and Guan Ji into the camp, was a little embarrassed and coughed, "General Zhao."
Zhao Guang turned around and saw Feng Yong and Guan Ji dressed in men's clothing. He quickly changed his face and trotted over: "Brother..."
Guan Jifeng raised her eyebrows.
Zhao Guang suddenly looked serious again: "The last general has seen the king!"
Feng Yong nodded and gestured over there: "What happened to those soldiers? Is there anyone in the cavalry camp who is not used to the new horse equipment?"
"Going back to the lord, they were just recruited from the reserve forces of the Yi Conscript Army. They are only a dozen people, so they won't be a problem."
Zhao Guang explained, and then turned to tell Yang Wanwan, "Wei Ran, please let people continue to train them, don't relax."
Then he personally led the two men to inspect the military camp.
"Brother, the commotion this time is so big. Could it be that we are really planning to march into Guanzhong?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense day by day, Zhao Guang finally couldn't help but asked quietly.
"Is this something you should worry about? Make good preparations and just obey the military orders. What you should worry about now is whether the soldiers of the cavalry battalion have rested."
Feng Yong scolded while inspecting the camp.
In the Xiaowei Mansion, only Feng Yong and Guan Ji knew the complete battle plan.
Even if Zhao Guang's relationship is unusual, confidentiality regulations should be enforced and must still be kept confidential.
"This crossing of the river is no different from ordinary actual combat training, except that there are dozens of casualties, and two or three days of rest are enough."
When Zhao Guanggang said this, he saw something wrong with Feng Yong's face and quickly explained:
"Brother, just don't worry. After returning this time, let alone the officers and soldiers in the camp, I have carefully inspected every war horse in the camp."
Feng Yong's face looked better, he nodded and said: "This is true."
Zhao Guang patted his chest and slapped the stainless steel cover loudly: "Brother, don't you understand me yet?"
"I don't dare to talk about other things, but this matter in the army, I am confident that I will not fall behind others."
Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "I believe in you because I believe in the old general's vision. It has nothing to do with whether you are my younger brother or not."
After all, Zhao Guang has finally been recognized by the "Late Emperor's Chief Cavalry" and is no longer a shame to the Zhao family. If he can't lead the cavalry battalion, then no one else can.
"This time our troops are leaving Xiao Pass. There is Yueshi City in front of Xiao Pass. Have you forgotten how you lost the general number in the first place?"
Zhao Guang was so shocked by his brother's critical blow that he grunted, not daring to brag anymore.
After inspecting the camp, Feng Yong took the lead up to the watchtower.
Not only can you overlook the entire cavalry camp from the tower, you can even see part of the layout of the rebel army not far away.
Seeing Feng Yong's eyes falling there, Mr. Erlang of the Zhao family, who thought he had been silent for a long time, finally broke the news:
"Brother, will the volunteers recruited this time be too many?"
"What do you know? It makes sense for me to do this."
Feng Yong turned his gaze back from there, with a thoughtful look on his face.
The big commotion in the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion made many interested people feel that this time's Eastern Expedition would not be as simple as the previous ones.
In the past two years, we have been protecting the Qiang army, conquering the east and west, pacifying the Huan people, and conquering Liangzhou. Although there has been no major battle, small battles have never stopped.
Especially after the capture of Jincheng and Xiping counties, the Qiang Protectorate Office began to have formal contact with the Hu people in the northern grasslands.
The original military establishment restrictions were no longer sufficient to adapt to the current situation. After Zhang Xingyi officially took office as the chief secretary, he secured an opportunity for the expansion of the Qiang Guards Office.
The official establishment of the army was expanded from the original 10,000 to 20,000.
The Longyou Dudufu, which is nominally one level higher than the Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion, only has a quota of 30,000 soldiers.
In addition to the 50,000 men in Hanzhong, most of the Han forces were on the front line of the battle with Cao Wei.
This time, Hanzhong was in a cautious defensive state due to the arrival of the Emperor of Han Dynasty.
The Longyou Governor's Mansion must not only defend the four counties of Liangzhou in the west, but also prevent the Cao thieves in the east from crossing Longshan. At the same time, it must go south to reinforce Hanzhong at any time, and it cannot move lightly.
Therefore, in this battle, the Protector Qiang School Lieutenant's Mansion was a strategic mobile force with a heavy responsibility.
Feng Yong understood this truth very well, and this time he used almost all the military power at hand to attack.
At the same time, they greatly expanded the servant army and drained as many young men as possible from the Hu tribe.
After all, the Hu people in Liangzhou have a long tradition of rebellion, and they have just been tamed a little in the past two years.
Who knows if there was no strong pressure from the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion, someone would come up with something evil?
When traveling in the world, safety comes first.
Dear Huren Dawari, the time has come to show your loyalty to the great man!
Follow me into the battle to kill the thieves, and I will give you a green card when I come back!
In early September of the eighth year of Jianxing, Feng Yong, the Han Qiang guard captain, led tens of thousands of troops and prepared to cross Longshan and reach Xiaoguan.