Chapter 517: Winning People’s Hearts
Some country bumpkin who crossed illegally said that he has to be big-minded, which is a joke.
Liu Liang initially claimed to be an aristocrat of the royal family in front of Zhang Xingyi, and questioned the qualifications of the nomads to stay in a place where the princes gathered. This was always written down in someone's little black notebook.
More importantly, Liu Yan and his son actually wanted to seize their position as the leader of the Xinghan Association last year, and even planned to exclude themselves from the Xinghan Association. This is absolutely intolerable.
So, it would be better if Liu Liang died.
Hua Wan doesn't care about Liu Liang's life or death. She can't help herself at the moment. The Meng family finally got a chance to make a comeback from Feng Yong. How could she go against Feng Yong's wishes?
At the moment, he looked left and right and asked absently, "Brother Feng family, why don't you see Guan Weizhi?"
Feng Yong glanced at her again, what does this little girl mean by always coveting his own mother-in-law? Last year, I was beaten to tears by Guan Ji. Now I want to come to my house for abuse?
“He’s busy.”
“What are you busy with?”
"He is the postal supervisor. Now that Qiongdu has been newly settled and people's hearts are unstable, he naturally has to be busy patrolling everywhere to detect thieves and catch thieves to prevent anyone with evil intentions."
Nowadays, Qiongdu is full of fish and dragons. Local barbarians, stewards from powerful families who are looking to make a fortune from outside, and prisoners of war and slaves, all of a sudden, Qiongdu is crowded.
Just eating, drinking, drinking, diarrhea and hygiene issues are enough to worry about.
Not to mention that the forest is huge and there are all kinds of birds. Public security issues are urgent.
Fortunately, the reputation of Feng Langjun and the Ghost King was resounding enough, plus the thousand elite soldiers left by Meng Yan and Zhang Ni, as well as the Dongfeng Express security personnel who had been converted from the militia, they were experienced enough, and finally we had enough manpower. Enough.
Guan Ji has to patrol around every day to maintain order. How can she be in the mood to fall in love with a little lady?
“Besides, nothing will happen between you two, so why bother?”
“Feng Langjun, what are you talking about?”
Huawan's little face turned slightly red, like a kitten with fried fur, and she snorted with teeth and claws, turned around and left.
Feng Yong looked at her retreating back and said "tsk", thinking, "How could I be talking nonsense? Your Guan Lang sleeps on the same bed as me every night and reports to me on ideological work."
Seeing Hua Wan walking away, Feng Yong's eldest disciple Wei Rong came over holding a book and said, "Sir, the current population of Qiongdu has been calculated. The food we brought is only enough to support half of the population." months."
"Half a month is enough. I have sent an order to Beishui a few days ago to have grain transported there. I think it will be here soon. There are also Anshang and Bodao. The grain should be halfway there."
After Meng Yan pacified Beishui, Beishui became the frontier to enter Qiongdu, and some grain was stored. At this time, it all happened to be transported.
Since Gong Lu, the governor of Yuejun, died in the Yi rebellion, the appointed officials of Yuejun did not dare to enter Yuejun at all. They only dared to stay in Anshang, where there was also some food.
From Jincheng to Bodao, there is a Qingyi River connecting it, which can quickly transport grain from Jincheng to Bodao.
Coupled with the fact that Dongfeng Express is becoming more and more sophisticated in its business, there is no need to worry about not having enough food.
Xinghanhui went out to buy grains on a large scale, and the price of grains in Jincheng finally stopped falling.
In Shu with Jincheng as the center, the grain harvest has been bumper and increased every year in recent years. This should be a matter of laughter, but the aristocratic families in Shu are crying.
Because of the redevelopment of Dujiangyan and deep farming technology, the imperial court was no longer short of food.
With the emergence of flour and steamed buns, the rations of the people have become much richer.
This has resulted in the price of grain in Jincheng being tightly suppressed, making many large grain growers very worried that the output from the fields will become garbage.
To the north, there are places like Nanxiang Workshop in Hanzhong, which support the price of food. To the south, the land in Nanzhong is preparing to grow sugar cane and make sugar to make money.
There is no harm without comparison. The large Shuzhong family that occupies most of the fields in the Central Sichuan Plain now feels like they are locked in a big cage.
And they were locked up by the Han Prime Minister, and they even hit them with a stick from time to time, which was so refreshing!
The person who handed the stick had a surname of Feng, a first name of Yong, and a courtesy name of Mingwen.
Now the man named Feng finally showed his kindness. Not only did he open a hole in the prison, but he was also willing to give them some sweet treats, which made many people burst into tears.
So the grain purchase in Jincheng was very smooth. The warehouse built by Dongfeng Express outside Jincheng was not enough, so it had to urgently expand the temporary storage point.
A few days later, the news that Zhang Ni had pacified the Eastern Canal Department of Su Qiyi reached Qiongdu. Feng Yong laughed loudly and ordered, "Start work!"
The start of construction not only refers to the construction of cities, but also includes the filling of lakes and cofferdams and the reclamation of wasteland for farming.
Having solved the problem of the Dongqu Department closest to Qiongdu, the area around Qiongdu is considered safe and has the value of development.
Sunshui River Valley is a long and narrow plain with fertile land, abundant water, and constant spring all year round. It can not only raise cattle and horses, but also build a large granary. It is a rare treasure land.
Agriculture is the primary industry. Without agriculture, there is no need to discuss anything else.
No matter what Qiongdu becomes in the end, it must have sufficient food supply as a basis, so it is still necessary to open up wasteland and cultivate land.
It has been almost three years since Nanxiang Academy was opened, and it is time to harvest a large number of laborers with basic knowledge - the kind that used to be called consumables, not even the most basic labor force.
The civil engineering team has a history of almost two years. During this period, it not only built cement avenues, but also built many houses and walls for the Nanxiang Gongfang Ranch Mine, and accumulated rich experience in civil construction.
Since he knew that he wanted to establish himself in Qiongdu, how could Feng Yong not make preparations in advance?
So many of the personnel who came with the army were transferred from Nanxiang.
At the construction site in the city, anyone who wears a wicker helmet, points fingers at others, and yells at others are all technicians from Nanxiang.
Measuring earthwork, planning terrain, etc., although it is very basic and relies more on experience, it is better than messing around.
The Yi people who came to seek refuge found that they had tried their best to find food everywhere before, and were often hungry and full every day. Now, as long as they work according to the ghost king's wishes, they can have two full meals every day. Gradually, other thoughts disappeared.
At the same time, he secretly thought that not only did this ghost king not eat human flesh and drink human blood as rumored, but he actually had very good intentions.
Just when Qiongdu became a busy construction site, Zhang Ni finally escorted the leaders of the Dongqu Department back.
Dong Feng of Dongqubu was dead, leaving only a pickled head, which emitted a stench that made Feng Yong almost vomit out his overnight meal.
He quickly waved his hand and asked someone to put the head away, and then looked at the leader of the barbarians who was **** in a bunch.
The guy **** at the front, although not very tall, has a face that is as ferocious as Eshun.
The clothes are in tatters, and it can be seen that there are many scars on the body. It seems that he has not been abused along the way.
“According to Chang Shi, this person is Li Qiucheng who personally killed Governor Gong.”
Zhang Yi cupped his fists and said to Feng Yong. When he looked at Li Qiucheng, he couldn't help but lick his lips, as if he was seeing a wolf like a little lamb.
Li Qiucheng looked at Feng Yong with fear in his eyes.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
The name of the Ghost King is powerful in Nanzhong.
Although he is also a ruthless person, compared to the Ghost King who makes the people of Nanzhong barbarians cry everywhere, he is still not good enough.
As for the rumors of drinking human blood and eating human flesh, they are not that scary.
“Li Qiucheng?”
Feng Yong was not interested in talking to Li Qiucheng. He just looked the prisoner up and down and nodded, "Take him out and behead him in public. We will interrogate the leaders again. If there are any who have committed many evil deeds, they will be beheaded as well."
When Zhang Yi heard this, his face turned red, with tears in his eyes, and he made a big salute directly, "I thank Feng Langjun on behalf of Governor Gong!"
Not only Zhang Yi, but also Guan Ji standing aside had a calm expression, as if this was a very common thing.
The Dongqu tribe is a large tribe in Yuejun, and it is also the main culprit of the rebellion in Yuejun this year. It even killed the former prefect, and the impact was extremely bad. They sacrificed some heads to the sky, blood for blood, tooth for tooth, which is what the Han people are today. behavior style.
As for benevolence and righteousness, that is for the Han people. What does it have to do with the Yi people?
Feng Yong has traveled through time for so long, so he naturally knows the rules of conduct of the Han people today.
Even Li Qiucheng looked resigned to his fate. He knew that the Han people had always been extremely cruel to the Yi people, and he had personally killed high-ranking Han officials. If he fell into the hands of the Han people, there was no way he could survive.
As for people like Meng Huo, it was because he was lucky enough to meet Zhuge Liang.
They ordered the leaders to be taken away for interrogation. Feng Yong then looked at Zhang Ni and said with a smile, "This time, General Zhang has made the first contribution."
Zhang Yi clasped his fists and said, "The last general will not dare to take credit. This is all due to Feng Changshi's strategizing."
"General Zhang doesn't need to be like this. Am I the kind of person who wants to take credit?"
Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "In my case, as long as you are talented and willing to contribute, the credit belongs to whoever deserves it. There is no such thing as grabbing the credit."
“I don’t want to take the credit at the end, I just want to use this credit to ask Feng Langjun.”
“What’s the matter?”
“After cutting off Li Qiucheng’s head, please ask Mr. Feng Langjun to let the general take it to worship Governor Gong.”
Look, let me just say that the Han people’s style is rough and barbaric, right? What is the difference between beheading someone and using the head as a sacrifice? What is the difference between this and barbarians?
"That's right. Let's do this. Let's choose an auspicious day and hold a big sacrifice in public, not only to commemorate the death of Governor Gong, but also to commemorate the soldiers who died in the war. How about that?"
Feng Yong was surrounded by barbarians, so it was naturally difficult for him to be a civilized person by himself.
“Feng Changshi’s move must be a great good deed.”
In March of the fourth year of Jianxing, Feng Yong, the chief official of Yuejun, ordered Zhang Ni to lead his army to attack the Dongqu tribe. He listed the crimes of the Dongqu tribe and not only beheaded the leaders of the Dongqu tribe in public, but even sacrificed the heads of the Dongqu tribe's monarchs, ministers and leaders. Yue Jun's former commander Jiao Huang, former prefect Gong Lu and other soldiers.
Even a huge stone tablet was erected outside the city of Qiongdu, with a large inscription: Therefore, the fallen soldiers and the green mountains will live forever.
Behind it, there are not only the names of Han soldiers, but also the names of Yi people and Hu soldiers.
For a time, all the officers and men in the army, regardless of whether they were Han or foreigners, were enthusiastic and their morale was high.
And when the Xinfu Yi people saw the speed of the Dongqu tribe's defeat, they were all shocked and fearful, and they dared not think about it again, so Qiongdu was finally completely settled.
“Dong dong dong…”
Outside the county town, war drums sounded.
The soldiers of the Mazu tribe did not defend the city, but lined up outside the city to fight, because the broken city wall would not give them even the slightest advantage.
Rusty weapons, wooden, bamboo, bone, etc. were all held in the hands of the horse-catching warriors.
Opposite them were the Han army, each armed with iron weapons, and the lackeys of the Han army.
But none of the horse-catching warriors showed timidity. Instead, they looked at the enemy angrily.
I saw that the Han army began to move, with the shield soldiers in front and the spearmen in the back, slowly advancing forward.
The archers on both sides began to draw their bows and shoot at the base of the formation.
“Warriors, charge!”
There are horses on the horse-catching department. Although they are just short Yunnan horses, they have a certain momentum when charging.
Looking at the cavalry in front of them starting to accelerate, they felt the vibrations on the ground. The shield soldiers standing at the front began to turn pale and their teeth were chattering.
The war drums were getting louder and louder, and the spears pointed at the sky finally began to be lowered and aimed at the front.
When the horses crossed the line, the archers at the rear began to fire arrows.
…
Some people kept falling off their horses. When they finally got through the rain of arrows, there was a forest of spears waiting for them in front of them.
Facing this forest of spears, a war horse finally wanted to stop its hooves, but the owner of the horse was still desperately urging forward.
Then the horse and the man were pierced together, or the man on the horse was lifted high, drawing a **** line in the air.
There were also spears that were overwhelmed by the strong charge, or were broken...
"This horse-catching team is indeed as rumored, brave and not afraid of life and death."
Meng Yan, who was standing under the commander's flag, sighed as he watched the horse-catching troops wearing simple rattan armor and crude weapons charging over again and again.
Then he raised his hand and said, "Change the drum!"
Wang Han, who had been waiting for a long time, heard the drums and shouted, "Come forward!"
On the side of the Han army, a special battalion began to move. Each of them was wearing shiny rattan armor, which was different from the simple rattan armor of the horse-catching tribe. At the same time, they held long bows and waists. There is also a crossbow hanging in the room.
Hearing Wang Han's instructions, he began to move forward.
"put!"
Hand a bow, draw an arrow, and shoot!
The bow is big and the arrows are long and heavy. If the arrow hits a person, it will definitely pierce the body. Many people are even nailed directly to the horse's back.
"Enter!"
Wang Han shouted again.
So the soldiers threw away their bows and arrows, roared in, picked up their crossbows, and advanced from the side of the camp. Finally, they reached the front of the camp.
"put!"
Poisoned crossbow arrows suddenly flew out like locusts, actually curbing the momentum of the horse-catching troops.
"This Han army... is so despicable!"
Wei Lang, the leader of the horse-catching tribe, gritted his teeth.
At this time, the flags on the opposite side were waving, shouts were heard, and the Han army began to charge.
Wei Lang raised his mace and took the lead in charging forward, "My sons, follow me and charge! Kill all these Han troops!"
The two armies were like two surging tides, colliding hard and causing huge waves.
(End of this chapter)