Chapter 1089: Taking the blame
Compared to more than a thousand years later, Qin Zhidao was buried in the long river of time, buried in the yellow sand and grass and never saw the light of day.
The Qin Zhidao in the Three Kingdoms era, although due to the strategic contraction in the middle and late Han Dynasty, many sections of the road were unmaintained and lost their original smoothness.
But it can barely carry the team without losing their direction.
This made Feng Junhou have to lament the quality of the work of Figure Mania - thinking of the artificial stone Shuangnan Avenue that he personally supervised and built, but it only took about ten years to renovate it.
Feng Junhou was really ashamed.
"If the Han Dynasty really wants to consolidate the Jiuyuan homeland, I'm afraid it won't be possible to merge the states alone. Shuofang County is really too far away from Taiyuan."
"It is still necessary to repair the Qin Straight Road, imitate the Qin system, and build military cities along the way. At the worst, we must imitate the Qishan Road and build postal stations along the way."
Feng Junhou was tired from riding, so he simply ran to Li Mu's carriage to rest.
Lifting the curtain of the carriage, looking at the vast wild world, he said to General Guan who was following the carriage on horseback.
According to what has been discovered these days, signs of desert have begun to appear two to three hundred miles west of Qinzhidao.
Although it is not serious, it is enough to attract Feng Junhou's attention.
In the future, the northern section of Qinzhidao will disappear into the sand, and it will take three feet of digging to determine it.
It was just the Little Ice Age, the climate was already abnormal, and the constant precipitation line moved southward.
At this time, the Han Dynasty did not have the ability to transform the desert in later generations.
So Feng Junhou knew that deserts were beginning to appear in later generations, but he could only watch.
The only thing he can do is to minimize human contribution to the desertification process.
The natural desertification process may take hundreds or even thousands of years.
But as long as humans join in, this process may be shortened to a hundred or even decades.
So he must control Yinshan and limit the activities of the Hu people within a certain range.
At the same time, we will promote confined animal husbandry to minimize damage to the water and soil of the Hetao.
Not only for future generations, but also for the Han Dynasty to control the Hetao for a longer period of time.
General Guan also looked into the distance and said:
"I heard that Qin Shihuang mobilized 300,000 people to build this road, and the money and food were overwhelming."
“If Alang wants to completely restore Qin Zhidao, it may not be that simple.”
Feng Junhou sighed:
"No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. After all, in addition to consolidating the Jiuyuan hometown, the foundation of the Han Dynasty will also be in the north."
General Guan nodded, pursed his lips, and suddenly said:
"It would be great if Kebineng's tribe was still there. At least 40,000 to 50,000 laborers could be squeezed out. If we add in the barbarians outside the Great Wall and get more laborers, we could still have 70,000 to 80,000 people."
“Coupled with the engineering team in Alang’s hands, if we slowly build it for a few years, I’m afraid it will be even better than Qin Shihuang’s.”
Feng Junhou looked at General Guan's regretful expression and twitched the corner of his mouth.
I don’t know which switch General Guan Da turned on inadvertently. Whenever he mentioned a big project, he would always think of going out to capture barbarians as laborers.
Recalling that he had just compared Shuangnan Avenue in Hanzhong with Qin Zhidao, Feng Junhou felt embarrassed about his confidence in his own family:
“Xijun is joking, how can I dare to compare with Qin Shihuang about building roads?”
…
After the team arrived at Qiaoshan, Li Mu had to get off the car and start riding his horse.
The Qinzhi Road has not been maintained for nearly a hundred years, and the section in the mountains has begun to become unsuitable for carriages.
In addition to the tug-of-war between Jiang Wei and Guo Huai at Qiaoshan last year, both sides dug many deep ditches and trenches to block the other side's attack.
This has further led to the deterioration of road conditions.
After crossing the Qiaoshan Mountain and officially entering Guanzhong, the road became easier to walk on.
The section of Qinzhi Road in Guanzhong has been regarded as an official road for hundreds of years.
Especially when Sima Yi was building bridge and mountain fortifications, he also deliberately repaired the Qin Zhidao in Guanzhong, which was now an advantage for Feng Junhou.
From Qiaoshan, Qin Zhidao can lead directly to Chang'an.
September in Guanzhong, we have entered the end of the autumn harvest.
Officials from various places are nervously counting the local people's grain harvest, and they have to report to Chang'an after the statistics are completed.
Lest the local rations be insufficient when winter comes and Chang'an is not sufficiently prepared.
So when Feng Junhou's team entered the city, Secretary Zhang Da who stayed in Chang'an did not arrange for anyone to come to greet them.
It wasn’t until we arrived in front of the government office that a clear voice suddenly sounded: “Sir!”
Following the cry, two small figures galloped towards Feng Junhou, who was dismounting from his horse.
Feng Junhou laughed, hugged Shuangshuang and Ah Chong one by one, and kissed each of them.
“Sir, I want it too, I want it too!”
Ah Shun, who was already five years old, could not run as fast as his elder sister and elder brother. He was beaten by his elder sister and elder brother. He was so anxious that he hugged the adults' legs and jumped and screamed.
“Okay, okay, you come too.”
Feng Junhou lowered his head, put both hands on his neck with one arm, and then picked up Ashun.
That is to say, Feng Junhou has been exercising all year round and often fighting on the battlefield. He is quite strong and strong, so he can easily carry his three children.
Zhang Xingyi and Amei, holding three two-year-old children, stood at the door of the government office.
"came back?"
Zhang Xiaosi pretended to be calm and said hello in front of everyone.
With Shuangshuang riding on his neck, Feng Junhou couldn't nod, so he just responded: "Well, I'm back."
“I respectfully welcome my husband back to my home.”
Compared to Zhang Xiaosi, Amei seems much gentler.
"well."
"Still not coming down? Are you going to cross the gate on a horse? What does it look like!"
General Guan followed up and scolded his eldest daughter with a cold face.
Both of them didn't dare to speak. They quickly hugged Feng Junhou's head and wanted to escape.
Feng Junhou was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly put Ah Chong and Ah Shun down, and then held his daughter down with his backhand.
“The child has seen his mother!”
Pairs of Ah Chong and Ah Shun stood in a row and respectfully saluted General Guan.
General Guan then nodded with satisfaction.
Then the three children saluted Li Mu who was following General Guan:
“I’ve met Aunt Mu.”
Li Mu stretched out his hands to support him: "Good boy, get up quickly."
I probably saw my sister and brother’s actions and found them very interesting.
The three two-year-old babies behind them broke free from the hands of Zhang Xiaosi and Amei, and started to scream:
“Sir, Amu!”
While running over, stumbling and stumbling.
Feng Junhou laughed again, bent down and picked up the two.
Li Mu has been away from the house for several months. At this time, he was finally able to follow Feng Junhou's actions and step forward to hug his child tightly.
“Let’s go, we’ll talk about it when we get home.”
After bathing in the backyard and washing off the dust on his body, he checked the homework of the three children to see if they had neglected their studies.
“Bah, bang, bang!”
As expected, after a few months, General Guan picked up the whip again and hit his palms and buttocks several times.
They both had their mouths flattened, and their big eyes were full of tears, but they didn't dare to cry out.
She turned her head and looked towards Feng Junhou.
Feng Junhou quickly averted his eyes, not daring to look at his daughter.
Ah Chong wanted to slip away quietly.
General Guan Da walked up in one stride, picked him up and made several "pah, pah, pah" sounds.
Ah Chong is not as strong as his elder sister, so he cried "Wow".
Feng Junhou sighed.
General Guan Da always has too high demands on his children.
Ah Shun, who was hiding quietly in the corner, was looking at everything in front of him in horror.
My sister and brother, who are usually invincible in my eyes, are like weak chickens under my mother's hands, without the slightest resistance.
Ah Shun was physically weak when he was born.
Although his body gradually grew stronger due to more adequate nutrition, his talent was still somewhat inferior to that of his sister and brother.
The martial arts master is no better than Shuangshuang, and the literary master is no better than Ah Chong.
But it has one advantage, which is balance.
Every time he was tested, he happened to pass General Guan's passing line. It was a magical little guy.
At this time, a head appeared at the door and was peeking into the room.
Who is it if it’s not Zhang Xiaosi?
Judging from her gloating expression, she must have been tortured by Shuangshuang and Ah Chong in the past few months.
Feng Junhou rubbed his forehead and got up to go out before General Guan found Zhang Xiaosi.
Close the door and shut out the crying in the room at the same time, and ask:
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaosi looked at the closed door unwillingly, and then said:
“Letter from Luoyang.”
“Luoyang? Oh, have you finally restored contact with Luoyang?”
Feng Junhou was overjoyed.
There has been no news about the hidden line in Luoyang for more than half a year.
In addition, it was confirmed that Yang Yi had surrendered to the enemy, which made Feng Junhou even more worried.
“Not only Mi Shiyilang, but also...”
Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaosi looked around and realized that this was not a good place to talk, "Follow me."
Going back to Zhang Xiaosi’s own small courtyard and driving all the servants out of the house, Zhang Xiaosi took out a letter:
“Sima Yi from Luoyang has sent you a letter.”
"who?!"
Feng Junhou subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but stopped halfway.
He couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Zhang Xingyi with his eyes widened.
“Sima Yi.”
Zhang Xingyi said something affirmative, then thrust the letter into his hand, lay back on the chair, and exhaled:
“To be honest, after I found out about this, I, like you, couldn’t believe it.”
Feng Junhou looked at the letter in his hand and saw that the seal had been opened.
Obviously, Zhang Xiaosi should have read it in advance.
Feng Junhou's tour of the two states will take at least several months, and the return date is uncertain.
So he entrusted Zhang Xiaosi with full authority to handle the political affairs in Guanzhong.
What's more, the husband and wife are one body, so Zhang Xiaosi naturally has the right to open Sima Yi's letter.
“What did he say in the letter?”
Feng Junhou threw the letter on the table and didn't bother to read it - it would be embarrassing if it was in elegant parallel prose and he couldn't understand it.
“Yang Yi gave us the detailed work sent by the Prime Minister, and Sima Yi wanted to exchange it with us.”
“Exchange? Exchange for what?”
Feng Junhou immediately thought of supplies.
After all, Sima Yi has a large army in his hands, and there is a high probability that he and Xuchang are inseparable from each other.
It is not unimaginable that he would like to leave Xuchang and collect supplies privately.
"people."
“People? What people?”
Feng Junhou is even more strange.
“Wang Shuang, and Deng Ai’s bones.”
Wang Shuang?
Feng Junhou thought for a moment, and then he remembered that it was the Wei general who was captured by Jiang Wei in the Jingshui River Valley.
“Hmm…exchange? This is a good thing…”
Feng Junhou was only halfway through speaking when Zhang Xiaosi interrupted him in an unladylike manner: "What a fart!"
Feng Junhou looked at Zhang Xiaosi with some surprise.
It was then that I realized that she seemed a little irritable at this time.
"What's wrong?"
“Wang Shuang is a surrendered general, a surrendered general! He has surrendered the Han Dynasty. Now you send him back to Wei. Who will dare to trust the Han Dynasty in the future, and who will dare to surrender to the Han Dynasty?”
When Feng Junhou heard this, he realized and frowned:
“Yeah, I didn’t think of this level for a while.”
He hesitated for a moment, and then he suddenly realized:
"Cao! Sima Yi, this old yinbi, is setting a trap!"
Zhang Xiaosi rolled his eyes at Feng Junhou.
At last he is not stupid enough.
Having been hanging out with Guan Hunu for a few months, I thought he would be like Tiger Girl and become less interested.
“If we exchange, it will damage the reputation of Dahan, but if we don’t exchange, who will dare to fight to the death for Dahan in the future?”
Feng Junhou's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sima Yi's proposal is simply putting us on the fire."
The emperor of the Han Dynasty governed the world with benevolence and filial piety, and the soldiers of the Han Dynasty repaid the country with loyalty and righteousness.
If you openly give up your detailed work in Wei at this time, it will be like destroying the foundation of the late emperor's founding of the country.
To use all the troops of the country to avenge Guan Laojun may not be the impulse that a qualified king should have.
But for the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, this is righteousness.
They like this kind of righteousness.
If the king regards his ministers as his limbs, then his ministers will regard him as his heart; if his ministers regard his ministers as dogs and horses, then his ministers will regard him as a countryman; if his ministers regard his ministers as earth and mustard, then his ministers will regard him as a bandit.
Sima Yi's move was not simply about exchanging hostages. It was also a test and a demonstration.
Feng Junhou picked up the letter and pinched it twice, but still did not open it and read:
"For this kind of matter, even if I am not in Chang'an, you should send someone back to Hanzhong earlier."
"You think I didn't send it?" Zhang Xiaosi rolled his eyes at him again and said, "I will send someone to secretly send this news back to the palace as soon as possible."
"However, this matter was suppressed by the palace and was not discussed in the court. Only a few people in the court knew about it."
Feng Junhou didn’t know why: “Why?”
"Why? Once this matter is made public, no matter what we do, we will be at a disadvantage. The less people know about this matter, the smaller the impact."
Needless to say, this must be the opinion of the queen in the palace.
“Have you figured out a way?”
Zhang Xiaosi did not answer immediately, but his eyes were a little wandering:
"There is no good solution at the moment, but my sister said that the emperor had better not get involved in this matter."
"What do you mean?" Feng Junhou became more and more confused, "What do you mean the emperor should not intervene? Oh, I understand."
Feng Junhou expressed his contempt:
Don’t you just want the little fat man to be a white lotus?
“So what does the queen mean?”
"Send a minister to do this in private. This person must be the person the emperor trusts most. His status must be noble and his status must be high. At the same time, he must have sufficient autonomy."
"Be able to do this without reporting to the emperor, and have the power and ability to do this, so that you can win Sima Yi's trust."
Zhang Xiaosi glanced at Feng Junhou secretly, and then quickly looked away:
"As long as the emperor didn't give the order himself, it doesn't count as the Han Dynasty's intention. After the matter is completed, it would be best if it is not leaked."
“If someone leaks it deliberately, the emperor can only pretend to punish his ministers.”
The more Zhang Xiaosi spoke, the quieter his voice got:
“Others will say that someone is acting in private, and will not say that the big man did not keep his promise to the surrendered general..."
After Feng Junhou heard this, his face gradually became expressionless. He looked at Zhang Xiaosi steadily and asked quietly:
“This person you are talking about, is his surname Feng Yong Mingwen?”
Zhang Xiaosi lowered his head and wrung his hands, then put his thumb in his mouth and started chewing it, but he didn't dare to look up at Feng Junhou.
She could only hear her saying vaguely: "It seems...it seems so?"
Feng Junhou stood up suddenly and cursed angrily:
“What do you mean, it seems like, you can just say it’s me! General Guan said you always forget your child’s surname, and it turns out you were right!”
**** it!
Because Lao Tzu is noble enough, has a high enough status, and has enough power to make independent decisions on all matters in Guanzhong, should I take the blame for the emperor?
Feng Junhou took two steps back and forth, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaosi, who looked aggrieved and about to shed tears.
Hunted bitterly, but finally did not have the heart to scold him anymore.
Because he knew that Zhang Xiaosi had no control over this matter. She was just conveying the wishes of the queen in the palace.
If it weren't for the fact that the Empress of Han Dynasty was Zhang Xiaosi's biological sister, Feng Junhou would have wanted to become her mother-in-law.
“Damn it! Some people say that I am clever and ruthless.”
“Now that I’m really going to do this, I’m afraid even the people in Wei will say that I’m a villain who doesn’t keep his word?”
Although the queen's idea was very wicked, Xiao Wenhe also knew that there was really no solution within the solution.
Such matters must be handled by the people most trusted by the royal family, so that the palace can rest assured.
Others who want to do it may not be qualified yet.
Just thinking that he was the one who took the blame, Feng Junhou became more and more angry, and he couldn't help but cursed:
“Sima Yi, this old turtle!”
Can we only say that he is worthy of being an old Yinbi who can successfully come back from a disadvantage?
Feng Junhou finally experienced the power of the famous Ninja Turtles in history.
After he was tired of scolding, he sat back in his seat, closed his eyes, and asked desperately:
“What’s the name of the fine work?”
When Xizuo comes back, I must let him know who his savior is!
“Guo Mo.”
When Feng Junhou heard this, he immediately opened his eyes: "Who? Guo Mo?"
“Yes, I heard that the prime minister sent him to Wei State more than ten years ago...”
“Okay, you don’t need to say anything anymore.” Feng Junhou signaled to Zhang Xiaosi that he didn’t need to say any more: “I agree to this matter.”
"ah?"
During his lifetime, the Prime Minister promised this man that he owed him a piece of music. Now let me repay it.
Feng Junhou sighed lightly, which was regarded as fulfilling a wish for the prime minister.
“Bring me my flute.”
“What does Alang want with the flute?”
“My heart is broken by the one I love, and I play the flute to relieve my depression.”
"oh."
Zhang Xingyi responded obediently, "What music does Alang want to play?"
“Smiling proudly in the world.”
(End of this chapter)