Chapter 54 Promotion
At the same time, Zhao Mansion.
Zhao Yun, as the most senior military leader of the Shu Han Dynasty, is naturally not as hard-working as Wang Ping. Except for resting at home during the holidays, Zhao Yun goes to duty every day. Now, unless there is something important in the court and the emperor or the prime minister wants to discuss it with him, he will only go for a walk. The rest of the time, he can do whatever he wants and live a comfortable life.
When he saw his second son Zhao Guang coming back from outside, he couldn't help but frowned: "Why did Erlang come back home so early?"
Sir, I am your son. Is it strange that I go back to my own home?
Zhao Guang had a sad look on his face. Unlike his elder brother, he was destined to inherit his father's title. Moreover, he currently held a serious official position and was working hard to gain qualifications to climb up the ranks. And he was just given a casual job and was left to eat and die.
"In response to my lord, today brother..." Zhao Guang clapped his tongue, "Then Feng Langjun was called by someone from the Prime Minister's Mansion, saying that my aunt wanted to eat ice cream, and Feng Langjun was asked to deliver it in person."
“What bad things did Mr. Feng do these days?”
"Ah? Why do you say that, sir?" Zhao Guang was stunned.
Looking at the stupid look on his son's face, Zhao Yun wanted to slap him directly.
"What kind of person is your aunt? Others don't know, but you don't know? How can you be so arrogant?"
“What do you mean, sir, is the Prime Minister using the name of his aunt to meet Feng Langjun?”
“Otherwise why would I ask you what that boy has been doing these days?”
“There’s nothing special, I just met Li Dalang once a few days ago.”
“Which Li Dalang?”
“That’s Li Wenxuan.”
What kind of person is Zhao Yun? His level of well-informedness is not comparable to that of a humble general like Wang Ping. He immediately thought of the key point of the matter: that boy's family has a newly rewarded 500 acres of land. Buy some. It was normal for the slaves to go back to farming, but how could they alert the prime minister?
How about saying that knowledge limits imagination? As a native of the Han Dynasty, how could Zhao Yun imagine the crazy audacity of people like Feng Yong who crossed illegally? He actually wanted to eat all the meat in Li Wenxuan's hand.
For Feng Tuluo, the "black slave trade" in later history books was calculated in units of hundreds of millions. What did a few hundred people count?
Zhao Yun thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he gave up and asked another question: "What have you learned these days when you hang out in Fengzhuang every day?"
Since the Prime Minister's wife went to Fengzhuang, my son had no reason to stay there anymore. But he didn't expect that after he came back that day, he became hysterical like Fengzhuang and said that he would continue to stay in Fengzhuang to learn the art of war. How ridiculous! Is the art of war so easy to learn? Military strategists have always been valued by emperors, and they are also tabooed by emperors. The knowledge of military strategists are all rare treasures, and those who can learn them are not favored by God.
I have been fighting like this all my life, and the way to lead troops in war is something I learned through fighting on the battlefield and between life and death. If we were lucky enough to learn the art of war back then, we would not dare to say that the five tigers were the first or second, but the third one could be tried. Why would it be the last of the five tigers? What a pity.
However, Zhao Yun originally did not expect this son to have any future, and he himself could not inherit the title. As long as he did not imitate those wanderers, he would let him go.
"On the battlefield, things are changing rapidly. What can only thirty-six strategies do? It's really nonsense." Zhao Yun scolded.
Others don’t know, and Zhao Yun himself doesn’t know the details of that kid? His sect is a miscellaneous family, not a military strategist. The most feared thing on the battlefield is this kind of half-baked general, with half a bucket of water still floating around. It's okay to encounter shrimps and crabs, but when you encounter an opponent, you have been fighting for a long time. It's okay to kill yourself, but the most important thing is to kill the lives of the soldiers of the three armies! How many years has Zhao Kuo been laughed at? He would probably continue to laugh at him, and he didn't want his son to be like this.
On the other hand, people who have never studied the art of war know that they are not good at leading troops, so they will be cautious in everything, and have a better chance of survival than those who are half-hearted.
Instead of learning the half-baked art of war, it is better to learn more martial arts, which will give you an extra chance of saving your life on the battlefield in the future.
“Shuzi! Come here and practice martial arts with me in the martial arts arena!”
Zhao Yun looked at his son's frustrated expression and was really furious, so he yelled and cursed.
Zhao Guang’s face turned green when he heard this.
Similarly green-faced was Feng Yong, who had just been kicked out of the yard.
Before time travel, I played an online game, joined a guild and was hacked by the leader for equipment, played League of Legends, picked an ADC and was assisted by black minions and black heads. Now that I have traveled through time, I want to make a little fortune, but my creativity is hacked by Zhuge Lao Yao—that’s it!
Feng Yong was driven out by the old demon Zhuge with a sad face. Before he could leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was stopped again, saying that the Prime Minister's wife wanted to see him.
Let's meet her when we see her. Anyway, this time I came here in the name of delivering ice cream to the Prime Minister's wife, so it doesn't make sense not to meet her.
"What did the Prime Minister say to you? Are you worthy of such an expression?" Huang Yueying was feeding ice cream to little Zhang Xing. Seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help but reprimanded, "You are also a descendant of a master after all. Look at what you look like now. In what manner?"
Ouch, shit! I'm afraid you still don't know about your husband's loss of wealth just now, right?
Destroying someone's financial path is like killing one's parents. Do you know how to cut it?
Should I greet my enemy’s wife with a smile when I meet her?
Looking at Huang Yueying's slightly yellowed hair, that hot figure, that wheat color...forget it, let's look at that tender little loli. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhang Xing ignored him at all and only had eyes for the ice cream.
"That's what Madam taught you." Feng Yong cupped his hands in a perfunctory manner and asked with some half-hearted interest, "But I don't know what the important thing is for Madam to ask the boy to come here."
“I have nothing important to do, so I can’t find you?” Huang Yueying came to this guy because she originally wanted to care about him. After all, she was relatively familiar with her A Lang. She knew that A Lang didn't like this kid, and she was afraid that the little guy would be damaged by A Lang. Unexpectedly, he still looked unconvinced after I said a few words, and I didn't bother to care about him anymore.
Which of the children she has taken care of is not well-behaved and obedient? Who has ever looked so half-dead in front of her? At that moment, he had no choice but to get straight to the point: "You must also know that there is a chaos in South China, and many refugees have fled from the south a few days ago. Fortunately, the Han people have been resettled by the imperial court. There are also some officials among them. She is bringing her family with her, and there is no way to arrange it. After all, the court has no laws in this regard." Huang Yueying said this, stopping to look at Feng Yong.
So why are the laws enacted by you Han Dynasty people so selfish? What about humanitarianism? The Han people can be settled by the imperial court, and the Liao people can just let them die?
Huang Yueying saw Feng Tubole looking like he was in a state of confusion, and she was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred. It seemed that Alang was right, he was a slippery man!
"It's okay for men alone. If they sell their strength, they won't starve to death no matter what. It's just a pity for those women and children. Most of the people who have land in Shuzhong are unwilling to take it. If they don't find a way to settle down, I'm afraid those poor people will People are going to starve to death.”
Oh, I understand, are you trying to sell?
(End of this chapter)