After bidding farewell to General Zhao, Feng Junhou finally ended his days of seeking pleasure and left Jicheng towards Pingxiang.
The journey up the Tongwei River is very easy.
After all, Pingxiang has been closely connected with Jicheng in recent years.
There are countless caravans coming and going every month.
Most of the wool produced in Pingxiang passes through Jicheng, and then is sent to three directions in Jicheng, Hanzhong, Guanzhong and Liangzhou.
At the same time, all kinds of materials shipped from Shu must also pass through Jicheng and then be sent to Pingxiang.
Therefore, this road opened along both sides of the Weishui River is extremely important.
In recent years, the Xiaowei Mansion has specially mobilized engineering battalions and recruited a large number of Hu Yi manpower to expand and repair the road.
At the same time, a large number of Hu Yi laborers who initially rebelled against the Han and were captured were also put in.
For Feng Gui Wang, in terms of infrastructure, what he lacks now is not basic planning and grassroots foremans, but a large amount of labor.
King Feng Gui's thirst for labor will never end.
Other families only wanted laborers who knew how to farm, and later developed into Hu women who knew how to weave, but King Feng Gui was different.
He wants everything.
If you don't know how to farm, go to the construction site or the mine. As long as you have hands and feet, there will always be a place for you.
Even children are potential candidates for naturalization.
Read a few more a, o, e, and a few more sentences "The descendants will not seek Xia, and the barbarians will not disturb China", and then use a specious Xialuo pronunciation: "I am a person from Yongliang..."
Wouldn’t that make you a great citizen?
To support this expansion, it must be based on sufficient food supply.
This is why Feng Yong, even though he clearly had enough staple food, still asked the second wife of the Xu family to find ways to open up wasteland and prepare for wasteland and reserve food.
Walking on this avenue, Feng Yong and his group were so crowded that even if they wanted to keep a low profile, it would be difficult.
Even though there was no flag, any business travelers on the road with a little bit of discernment would know that the driver must be someone from the captain's mansion, and they all took the initiative to get out of the way.
Zhang Xingyi lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out.
I saw people and cars passing by on the road, all walking in groups, and few walking alone.
Without looking at anything else, just by looking at the ox-carts, horse-drawn carriages and donkey-carts, you can tell that most of these caravans traveling in groups have followers.
Because ordinary people simply cannot save so many cattle, horses and donkeys.
Even now that Longyou has been established, Yuexi has also begun to sell large livestock.
However, except for cattle, which are large livestock used for farming, except for the government specifically renting them to farmers, the rest are basically still in the hands of large families.
For people who mainly farm, cattle are more valuable than horses.
There is a considerable part of the cultivated land in Shu, which is paddy field, and horses cannot go down there to pull the plow.
More importantly, although the eight-ox plow was introduced to those aristocratic families, a part of the hidden population was liberated.
But the cattle they need to use...are much more than before.
That is to say, Cangtou Qianshou had the habit of farming without oxen and using people to pull the plow.
Coupled with the ranch that Feng Yong has opened in Hanzhong from the beginning, and the large-scale development of Yuexi later, it can provide a relatively stable channel for large-scale livestock sales and leasing.
Therefore, this did not intensify the contradiction between supply and demand between farm cattle and farmland.
As of now, Hanzhong, Yuexun and Longyou can all supply cattle.
However, even if a family with a cow is no longer the village hegemon, it is still at least the top family in the village.
As for those who can use oxen to pull carts and transport goods, there is no one other than aristocratic families and powerful people.
Even a wealthy local with thousands of acres of fertile land would be heartbroken if he really had to bring out a few cows to haul so much cargo and walk such a long distance.
Among all the people coming and going, what is special is that there are some barbarians mixed in with the caravans.
Zhang Xingyi knew that these Hu people were basically transformed from the Hu people tribe who originally went to Qishan to help transport grain to the Xiaowei Mansion.
Initially, it was because the Yunnan horses in the hands of the Xinghan Hui could not leave Qishan in winter, so the captain's office asked the Hu people to transport their own rations to Qishan.
Later, the Xiaowei Mansion selected some tribes that passed the inspection and granted them qualifications to help deliver supplies.
Of course, you will be paid afterwards.
This can be regarded as a benefit provided by the Xiaowei Mansion to the tribes that were the first to surrender to the Han Dynasty.
In the later stage, the foundation of Xiaowei Mansion became stronger and stronger, and there were many barbarians. Qushuai began to look down on this little profit.
They either open pastures to exploit the labor force to earn the price difference and earn surplus value, or they let the tribesmen join the voluntary service and work hard for them to earn a future.
Those with a darker heart would just use the tribesmen as labor, package up some and sell them to King Feng Gui, making the first pot of gold as quickly as possible, and at the same time gain the favor of King Feng Gui.
Then find a way to clear yourself.
Delivering supplies to the captain's mansion was one of the escape routes left by King Feng Gui for this small group of shady Qu Shuai.
Although at first glance, the profits obtained are not as much as those of the smart people before.
However, it is a steady stream of livelihood. As long as the captain's mansion needs to transport supplies, they can continue to live on this.
As long as they are mature enough, even if King Feng Gui doesn't care about Longyou in the future, can the government really replace someone else?
When it comes to matters such as the supply of materials to the army, the rules in the army are that it is better to use something new than something familiar. No one will tamper with it unless absolutely necessary.
After all, this is about the lives of everyone in the military.
If something goes wrong by chance, I will lose my head.
Of course, if the Han Dynasty can control Liangzhou in the future, then this channel will only last longer.
But if the Han Dynasty loses Longyou...
King Feng Gui said: It’s not my territory, so who cares?
Even if I want to take charge of it, I have to agree to it, right?
So everyone must work hard and never let the Wei thief come back again, otherwise the good days will be gone, and you can't blame me!
Zhang Xingyi looked at the barbarians outside who were holding their chests and bending towards him. Knowing that this was their salute to the ceremonial team of the Principal's Mansion, he turned around and said with a smile:
"Now, in the eyes of the Hu people in Yongliang, the Lieutenant's Mansion is really prestigious."
He led the guards with integrity, managed their grievances, walked around every year, asked about their sufferings, sent envoys to communicate with the people, made the Qiang barbarians outside the fortress the eyes and ears of the officials, and sent thousands of horses out of the fortress to pursue the captives.
The hundreds of years of Qiang chaos in Liangzhou have made people gradually forget the majesty of the former Han Dynasty's Qiang protector.
After the Battle of Xiaoguan, the land of Yongliang finally welcomed an extremely powerful Qiang-protecting captain.
If the thief is brave enough, the barbarian concubine will obey.
Feng Yong, who was lying faceless in the car, looked at the beauty with a smile, and couldn't help but feel a little excited:
"Do you want to see how famous he is?"
Zhang Xingyi blinked: "What do you mean?"
Feng Yongyong answered and ordered directly to the outside:
"Here comes someone."
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Send the order and raise my flag."
"promise!"
"Your Majesty has an order, raise the flag!"
"Your Majesty has an order, raise the flag!"
…
The orders were passed down one after another. Amidst the whining of horns, the banner with the word "Feng" was quickly raised at the front of the team.
The business travelers on the official road were like a pot exploding, and people and horses started neighing.
The caravans that had already taken the initiative to stay away from each other stopped directly on the roadside, allowing the team holding the banner with the word "Feng" to pass them before they dared to move forward again.
Many of the Hu people who originally held up their chests and saluted fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xingyi kicked him dissatisfied, "You were the one who said not to disturb the people by raising flags. Now look outside..."
Feng Yong laughed loudly: "We are almost at Pingxiang. If we hide the flag, I'm afraid the sergeants from the Principal's Mansion will be dispatched to surround us."
"I don't want to be a Qiang guard surrounded by my own soldiers as if they were unknown enemies."
Although Pingxiang had already informed them, the Xiangting system rebuilt by Feng Yong himself also served as a warning in many cases.
In particular, Pingxiang was the administrative seat of the Qiang Protectorate, and many villages and forts were specially set up on its periphery for early warning purposes.
As long as more than a certain number of teams enter a certain range around Pingxiang, they will be targeted by these villages and Wubao.
If the team cannot prove their identity in time, the combat readiness system will start.
This can also be regarded as a way to hide troops from the people.
Sure enough, not long after, the front of the team slowed down, and then Feng Yong saw a group of ten cavalrymen beside the official road turning around and running towards Pingxiang again.
They were probably preparing to come for questioning, and happened to see the team displaying a flag. After contacting the team's lead officer, they now returned to Pingxiang to report the news.
Feng Yong looked at their retreating figures and nodded slightly, quite satisfied.
Because this happens to be the area that has entered official alert, there should be news from the front in advance.
Zhang Xingyi stayed close to Feng Yong, followed his gaze, and naturally saw that scene.
She couldn't help but said with some surprise:
"Why have I gone so many times before and never seen anything like this?"
What’s even weirder is why he is in charge of the secretariat and doesn’t even know about this?
She looked at Feng Yong with inquiring eyes.
"Ahem, this is related to city defense and military affairs. Specifically, Sanniang is in charge..."
Feng Junhou's eyes flickered.
Zhang Xingyi sneered, and then kicked him bitterly: "Partial!"
Feng Junhou said "Ouch" and was kicked out of the car.
Then he quickly got on his horse and said, "Speed up!"
"Your Majesty gives the order, speed up!"
“Speed up and move forward!”
The whole team started to jog.
It's just a pity for the students who are following at the end. They are not as experienced as these guards, and they are not from professional military backgrounds.
This one was not on guard, not even prepared, and the team fell into disarray all of a sudden.
"Quick, quick, quick! Accelerate urgently."
Zhang Yuan quickly organized his team, while secretly complaining in his heart:
"The mountain leader said before that he performed well and passed the assessment. I didn't expect this trick..."
He wasn't afraid, but the juniors from the school were a little overwhelmed.
Feng Guan, who was favored, got the specific location of Feng Junhou, calculated the time accurately, held a child in one hand, and stood at the gate of the school captain's mansion, waiting for her Alang to return.
As soon as Feng Junhou, who was riding majesticly on his horse, saw the two little figures carved in pink and jade at the door of the mansion, he got off his horse and ran over:
"My little baby, you miss me so much!"
As he said this, he stretched out his hands to pick up his children.
Ah Chong saw this tall man rushing towards him with windy footsteps, and felt that it was not safe even standing at his mother's feet, so he subconsciously wanted to hide behind him.
Both of them looked at Feng Junhou warily, then suddenly shouted "Hey, hey, hey," stretched out their short legs and kicked a few times to prevent Feng Yong from getting close to them.
"It's over!"
Feng Junhou slapped his thigh and said to his wife, "Let me tell you, when I leave, the child will not recognize me again."
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, pulled Ah Chong out, and then lifted both of them up so that she could stand on tiptoes so that she could not kick them out.
"Ah Chong, Shuangshuang, call me sir."
Ah Chong raised his head and glanced at his mother, then at Feng Yong, and then at the door of his house behind him without saying a word.
Shuangshuang was straightforward, pointing to the captain's mansion behind him, and said in a sweet voice:
"My lord is inside..."
Holy shit!
Feng Junhou's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Guan Ji tremblingly.
You mother-in-law, how long have I been away, how dare you... how dare you?!
Love is a light...
When Guan Ji heard Shuang Shuang's words, she subconsciously wanted to laugh, but then she forced herself to hold it back. Then when she saw Feng Junhou's wonderful expression, she couldn't hold it back any longer and let out a "thump".
What the hell are you laughing at?
Still have the nerve to smile?
If I couldn't beat you, believe it or not, I would have drawn my sword on the spot and come out with blood splattering five steps forward?
"Let's talk about it when we get home."
Feng Junhou gritted his teeth, snorted, and stepped through the door, but he heard someone behind him say:
"Ah Chong, Shuangshuang, do you still remember me? Come and call my aunt..."
Hearing Zhang Xiaosi's voice, Feng Junhou's anger was instantly reduced by half.
Guan Ji, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw Zhang Xingyi getting out of the car.
The young lady of the Zhang family was already known as a pretty lady.
Now, just over three months later, I am even more amazed than before.
His face was radiant and there was no trace of fatigue from the journey at all.
"First, let's go back to the house first. Why are you standing at the door?"
Feng Junhou swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said dryly.
"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go, sister, let me hug Ah Chong, I almost miss them to death."
Zhang Xingyi didn't seem to notice the faint murderous look in Guan Ji's eyes, and just walked inside with Ah Chong in his arms.
At this time, Feng Junhou was even more sensitive than the woman who solved the case. He felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
So careless, so careless!
The group of people stepped into the backyard, and both of them suddenly pointed at a big stone at the door and shouted: "Sir."
Feng Yong looked at Guan Ji in shock.
Guan Ji smiled faintly: "I was afraid that the children would forget how to shout, so I made them shout at the rocks every day. I didn't expect it, but they got used to it."
"Puch...haha..."
After Zhang Xingyi heard this, he staggered with laughter on the spot and almost threw Ah Chong in his arms to the ground.
"Be careful!"
Feng Yong quickly stepped forward and took Ah Chong.
Then he said to Guan Ji with a dry smile: "It's good, it's good. At least I haven't forgotten what you call me..."
"Alang is making fun of me."
Guan Ji smiled tenderly.
It was night, and Mr. Feng could not have a moment of peace.
Early the next morning, Amei came in with toiletries to serve, but she saw Feng Junhou sitting by the couch blankly, his eyes were dull, his face was blue, and his eye circles were black, like a corpse without vitality.