In January in Jiangnan, the weather has turned warmer, but in Liangzhou, the impact of the white disaster in December has not yet passed.
In the context of the deteriorating global climate like the Little Ice Age.
Feng Guiwang neither has the ability to turn his fighting spirit into a horse nor the magic weapon to shoot a cannon into the sky.
So it is destined to be impossible to go against the will of heaven.
Fortunately, all these years of efforts to penetrate Liangzhou were not in vain.
For example, Feng Langjun's reputation is quite strong among the Hu people.
The governors of the four counties of Liangzhou also knew that the credibility of their own governors was very strong among the Hu people.
Therefore, when contact with Wuwei was severed and the county was filled with mourners, the prefects invariably tried to sell Governor Feng's reputation.
It is only natural to temporarily coax the barbarians and appease their hearts.
Who would have known that after this sale, hey, don't mention it, Feng Jishi would actually have some kind of intelligence-dampening halo effect on the Hu people.
Anyway, most of the Hu people just believed the lies of the governors and peacefully guarded their own land, waiting for Governor Feng to come and save them from the white disaster.
But after Wuwei worked hard to restore the connection between the four counties of Liangzhou, Feng Governor was a little confused.
Then he couldn't wait to re-block the opened passage with snow!
Where can I get so much food at once to save people?
You unscrupulous people, don't your conscience feel pain if you sell your immediate superiors like this?
As a result, Governor Feng's recently healed mouth ulcer broke out again. This time there were several more ulcers than the last time, causing him to keep inhaling all day long in the hope of reducing the pain in his mouth.
Zhang Xingyi, on the other hand, had already been mentally prepared for this. After learning the news, he said lightly:
"It's expected, why is it strange?"
As she said that, she glanced at Feng Yong and said, "Other than Alang, who can solve Liangzhou's predicament now, I'm afraid the Prime Minister will find it difficult."
Ah!
Feng Yongyong gave her a dissatisfied look, the outer room was the outer room.
Can't you learn from the Feng family's wife?
General Guan only has plans for our old Feng family.
Although I know that Zhang Xingyi is telling the truth, and as the governor of Liangzhou, it is one of the most important tasks to calm the people and appease the barbarians.
But Governor Feng felt a little unhappy.
"After all, you are half of the Feng family. Why can't you think about the Feng family? Whose family's money and food were blown away by the strong wind? Don't you want to pay them all back?"
After regaining Liangzhou, the Xinghan Hui was already going to eat a lot of meat.
Little did we know that when the heavy snow fell, the Xinghan Society would have another hemorrhage.
That is equivalent to a significant increase in costs.
As the leader of the association, Governor Feng borrowed money and food, but he returned favors.
Is it so easy to repay a favor?
Thinking of this, Governor Feng couldn't help but sigh:
If the Han Dynasty had not recaptured Liangzhou at this time, we might have watched a good show in which the soldiers and people of Liangzhou resisted the Wei thieves and welcomed the Han king's troops.
As Governor Feng was thinking, he didn't expect Secretary Zhang to kick him over and said through gritted teeth:
"Half Feng family! You also know that I am half Feng family! She is Feng Guan, but where is my concubine? My surname is Zhang! Where is it!"
When it came to the last few words, Zhang Xingyi said them one by one.
"If you really dare to let me become the Feng Zhang family, I will still be able to think about the Feng family wholeheartedly. Do you dare? Bah! No coward!"
"Little sister, we need to be reasonable."
Feng Jishi took a breath and felt the ulcer in his mouth begin to hurt again.
"You have really become the Feng Zhang family. Do you believe that I dare to die young to show you?"
Don't doubt General Guan's staunchness.
She can survive losing her position as the mistress of the Feng family, but what will happen to her two children, oh, there are three now?
Who knows what General Guan Da will do for the sake of his children?
Back then, when the Forbidden City was shut down and the two women were shut down, no, it should be called the Battle of the Feng Mansion. Behind it was the shadow of the struggle between the interests of the royal family and the powerful.
If Adou is not in power and the emperor is not strong enough, it is natural for Miss Zhang to fall.
Although Miss Zhang is now making a comeback, she even seems to be pressing harder on the surface.
But how easy is it to formally challenge General Guan's orthodox position?
With Feng Junhou becoming the governor and several prefects from the Xinghan Hui faction, the Xinghan Hui has begun to become a behemoth.
Coupled with the emerging dignitaries, transformed aristocratic families, and the royal family...
All kinds of complicated relationships can stir up turmoil if you are not careful.
It’s not like Da Han doesn’t have an iron plate within him. If someone with intentions takes advantage of it, it will destroy the situation that Da Han has worked so hard to achieve.
Even if Miss Zhang is the queen's biological sister, the royal family would not want to see this happen.
The most important thing is...have you asked the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty?
Governor Feng hugged the leg that Miss Zhang was kicking:
"Si Niang, this is not the time to talk about this. Wait a moment..."
General Guan Da's pregnancy symptoms have become more and more obvious. The two concubines, Amei and Li Mu, now have to take turns serving the mistress every night.
Governor Feng secretly crawled to Zhang's wife's bed at night more and more often.
The room was very hot, and it was night, so Mrs. Zhang wore loose clothes.
Governor Feng stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt that the flesh and bones of the calf on his hand were well-proportioned, delicate and tender...
Miss Zhang is no longer the little girl she once was.
These years of experience have been enough for her to adapt to all kinds of darkness in politics.
She subconsciously wanted to pull her leg back from Feng Yong's hand, but it didn't twitch.
So he simply stretched out his other leg, leaned on the couch, and said quietly:
"I know. But it's just you and me here. Now I call you Alang, so you can't coax me?"
"What are you doing to coax you?" Feng Yong massaged her soles and said, "Wouldn't that be a lie to you?"
"Don't worry, when the time comes, even if you don't want to become Feng Zhang, I won't agree."
When Zhang Xingyi heard this, her big eyes turned into crescent moons: "I'll take it as your promise."
"Well, it's a promise."
After unexpectedly receiving a promise, Zhang Xingyi's mood suddenly improved, and her mind began to turn back to business:
"Actually, to be honest, Alang has never encountered the current situation in Liangzhou."
Feng Yong understood: "You mean when Longyou was recaptured?"
Zhang Xingyi was immediately dissatisfied and said: "You are too tired these days and have become confused. It turns out you know!"
In the year when the Han Dynasty regained Longyou, Longyou also happened to encounter a severe drought.
Of course, the crisis is not as critical as it is now, but the situation is similar.
Feng Junhou, who was the captain of the Qiang Guard at the time, used the full potential of Dongfeng Express to transport grain to Qishan Fort.
On the one hand, they took the opportunity to ask the Hu tribes to report their population, and then implemented a food rationing system.
Finally, let the Hu people go to Qishan Fort to get the rations belonging to their tribe.
This approach allowed the Xiaowei Mansion to find out the details of the Hu people as quickly as possible, while at the same time avoiding the risk of the Hu people leaving their old profession because they had no food to eat.
The most important thing is that the Xiaowei Mansion took this opportunity to initially establish a future plan for the Hu tribe.
For example, borrowing grain to tide over the crisis, and repaying the debt in installments with pasture output in the future, and supporting private transportation teams as outsourcers for Dongfeng Express, etc.
Feng Junhou is young, but he can control half of the Han Dynasty's territory, and no one thinks there is anything wrong.
One reason is that he has made great achievements, but a more important aspect is that his ability to govern the people has been widely recognized by both the government and the public.
He managed Nanxiang, renovated Yuexi, and controlled Longyou, step by step, and his political achievements were all outstanding.
So as soon as Zhang Xingyi started talking, how could he not guess her hint.
Feng Yong sighed and said:
"Liangzhou is too big. If you want to overcome this difficulty, I'm afraid it will consume the foundation of the governor's office in the next two years!"
The governor's office has food in its hands, and the Xinghan Hui also has food in its hands.
Speaking of this, I have to mention Xu Erniang.
This farming expert has a strong sense of crisis.
Even though the grain output in Shuzhong is getting higher year by year, she still has to plant a batch of bamboo heads every year to prepare for famine.
Of course, there is also a need to provide food for the livestock industry.
But no matter what, this batch of food supplies for shortages is finally going to be used.
"In the past, the ratio of Yutou flour to wheat flour was 50/50. Now that we need relief, how about changing it to 70/50 Yutou flour and 3/3 wheat flour?"
Feng Yong asked.
"That's too much." Zhang Xingyi disagreed, "Under a natural disaster, it's good for those who stutter to survive. Do you still want to eat well?"
"Too much kindness is not a good thing. Mix nine points of Yutou powder with one point of flour, and it won't kill anyone."
Zhang Xingyi counted on his fingers and said, "When rationing, we should also pay attention not to let them all eat, so that we can save some..."
Very good, I had even forgotten that the original change of the all-round powder in the army to Yutou powder was the idea of the evil woman in front of me.
"According to the situation in Wuwei, the tribes that can survive this winter are all big tribes."
"We just happened to gather those small tribes that can't survive, so that after spring, we will have a lot of manpower."
"As for the big tribes, we can follow the approach of Longyou and lend them food first, and then let them pay it back slowly..."
Anyway, the west of Longshan is now the territory of the Han Dynasty. Whoever dares to borrow something from King Feng Gui and refuse to return it will most likely not be able to leave Liangzhou alive.
As for transportation, we can also follow Longyou's convention.
Food distribution points were set up in various counties in Liangzhou to register the number of Hu people and lend food to them.
What's more, there is an outsourced transportation team trained in Longyou.
"It's not enough to rely on the government alone. We still have to ask the rich families to help."
The common people may not have food in their hands, but the rich and powerful people will definitely have food.
Xu Miao can borrow it, but I can’t?
Ghost King Feng thought so.
At worst, when I auction the wool spinning workshop, I will raise the reserve price by seven percentage points, and then lower it by five percentage points.
In this case, the hole will be filled.
The only thing you need to worry about is those gluttons who want more shares, or the agency rights in various places.
And this is almost certain.
With the recovery of Liangzhou, it meant that the Silk Road was back in the hands of the Han Dynasty.
As the origin of raw materials and the sales market increase exponentially, the wool industry will naturally undergo changes.
Who sells in which place and how much they sell is all a matter of debate.
But for Taotie, the more he eats, the better.
"And the loss of livestock is too great."
Feng Yong sighed.
A considerable part of the grain that the governor's office could mobilize was still stationed in Pingxiang and had not been transported here.
In this kind of weather, if you want to transport food for emergency relief, you have to use large livestock.
Be it horses or mules, some of them will definitely die of exhaustion and some of them will die of illness.
It is a question whether half of the thousands of mules that we have managed to save will be left by then.
"Human lives matter. What are you thinking!"
Zhang Xingyi was dissatisfied with Governor Feng's pretentiousness and moved her feet nestled in his arms:
"If the Yi people are not in chaos, Shu will be safe, and if the barbarians are not in chaos, Liangzhou will be stable. If you can really accomplish this, Liangzhou will be truly stable."
"The barbarians in Shu have been in rebellion for hundreds of years, and the barbarians in Liangzhou have been in rebellion for more than a hundred years. If we can successfully educate them all, it will be the achievement of a hundred generations."
"When future generations write history, they can't avoid you as long as they talk about Shu and Liangzhou. It's a great thing to leave a name in history. What's the point of dead animals?"
Zhang Xiaosi and General Guan have different personalities, and naturally their eyes are also different.
General Guan was restrained by his husband and children, but Zhang Xiaosi stood on the royal high ground.
In her view, exchanging thousands of livestock for a name in history is simply a waste of money.
"Is it easy for me to accumulate these livestock? This is for the future battle in Guanzhong."
In front of Zhang Xiaosi, Feng Yongyong had to hide his views on Guanzhong in the next few years.
Because of these views, he had discussed it with Zhang Xiaosi countless times.
The arrangement of the old places of Beidi County and Wuyuan County in advance is inseparable from the advice of General Guan and Zhang Xiaosi.
"There is no way around this. How can there be any reason in the world for you to take advantage of me?"
Zhang Xiaosi is open-minded. Those livestock are not hers anyway, so she definitely won't feel bad.
The words were unpleasant, but Feng Yong knew that the truth was right, so he nodded:
"Okay, since things have come to this, what else can I do? I can just wait a few more years."
Anyway, the one who is most anxious to conquer Guanzhong is Old Demon Zhuge, and the second most anxious one is the Royal Family.
You are not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?
Feng Yong thought for a moment and then said:
"The land in Jincheng County is fertile and is adjacent to a large river, which is conducive to irrigation. At that time, Xinhou (Li Qiu) cultivated a lot of farmland there."
"Jiang Wei should have a lot of grain in his hands now. I can try to borrow it from him."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhang Xingyi.
Zhang Xingyi moved his feet in Feng Jishishi's arms in protest:
"If you want to borrow it, go ahead and borrow it. See what I do?"
"You are a female officer sent by the palace."
"Oh, I forgot. I just remembered that I was the chief secretary of the governor's office."
"When I borrow it from him, as a palace minister, you can send him a letter and explain it to me."
"no problem."
After realizing it in hindsight, Mrs. Zhang suddenly felt that the power in her hands seemed to be greater than she had imagined, and she immediately started to tremble:
"How can you thank me?"
"Thank you for what? Isn't it all for the peace of Liangzhou? I gave up those thousands of livestock, but you can't give up a letter?"
Governor Feng said nonchalantly, "How about I pledge my life to you?"
"brute!"
"Wrong, my name is a beast!"
Governor Feng calculated with his fingers that today seemed to be a safe day, and he immediately smiled.