Chapter 566: Important people
The generals who were sent to Hanzhong by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and prepared to follow the Northern Expedition, the farthest were Wang Ping and Feng Yong in Nanzhong, and the latest was Feng Yong.
Wang Ping set out a month earlier than Feng Yong, while Feng Yong waited until the highway between Yuexun and Jincheng was reopened, and then led his army out of Yuexun on the main road as a test of the new road.
By the time he led his army to Hanzhong, it was already the last month of the fifth year of Jianxing.
Hanzhong had already cut off civilian transactions with Jincheng two months ago, and all the military supplies for the Northern Expedition were shipped to Hanzhong.
The surrounding area of Nanzheng was already filled with troops. The people and horses were noisy and hunting with flags.
The person who came to arrange the location of Feng Yong's troops was an old acquaintance.
Only heard Feng Yong call out affectionately: "Brother."
Zhuge Qiao, who was wrapped in a down jacket, was extremely happy to see Feng Yong, with a smile on his face, "Brother, you are finally here! You are the only one missing in the whole Han Dynasty."
Feng Yong had a look of horror on his face, "Is it possible that I'm late, and the prime minister wants to punish me with military law?"
When Zhuge Qiao heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed at Feng Yong, "You are the one who dares to make fun of the prime minister like this. If it were anyone else, who would dare?"
Feng Yong laughed.
Zhuge Qiao felt a touch of envy in his heart when he saw Feng Yonghun's indifferent expression.
Whether he is an adult or a mother, he is extremely doting on this brother and always has strict requirements on himself.
Just like now, how can I have the courage to make fun of adults like this?
Afraid of not being beaten.
“My brother, let me first tell you how many people you will bring this time, so that I can prepare for the allocation of food and fodder, and see where your troops can camp.”
“My younger brother has brought 8,000 people here this time, and there are 3,000 people in the front army. My brother is the grain and grass officer of the Northern Expedition army this time?”
"Brother Wei has been a grain and grass officer in Hanzhong for so long, so when the army was stationed in Hanzhong, all the grain and grass were handed over to brother for arrangement." Zhuge Qiao rubbed his forehead, "You don't know, I haven't slept at all these days. Have a good night’s sleep.”
As he said that, he looked around again, and then whispered, "Over there in Nanxiang, I heard that people are no longer allowed to come in and out at will. It is said that there is some kind of martial law, and even the little accounting clerks in the school are not allowed to come over at will. "
"Good brother, please do me a favor later and help me recruit a few young gentlemen, otherwise I will be really busy."
Feng Yongqi said, "I remember that students from Nanxiang Academy have been transferred to Nanzheng Workshop in turn to audit the accounts."
"Ahem!" Zhuge Qiao slapped his thigh, "How many people are there? There is not enough! The workshop has not stopped, the cloth has to be distributed, the accounts are not messed up, and the Hanzhong Mansion has collected money in the past two years. The grain and fodder that comes up must be opened to the treasury for inventory, and the weapons from the arsenal must be handed over to the army.”
"The few account clerks who were transferred here will go back after a few days. The next time another group of people comes, they will have to start over again. The Prime Minister's people who have joined the army have urged us several times to make arrangements quickly. complete."
“Join the army?”
During the First Northern Expedition, joining the army was a sensitive word. Feng Yong subconsciously asked, "Which one joins the army?"
“Yang joins the army.”
“Yang Yi?”
"right."
“No wonder.”
Feng Yong nodded, he is a talented little man.
Historical books say that he "planned divisions, planned grain, and just did it without thinking." From this point of view, this man's mental arithmetic ability should be very strong, at least much better than himself.
Although he is nominally the headmaster of Nanxiang Academy, the reputation of Nanxiang Accountant Master is now well-known, and many people take credit for his achievements.
But in fact, Feng Yong knew very well that the arithmetic foundation of Nanxiang Academy was actually laid by Amei.
Even in Yuexi, when she had the opportunity, she would continue to teach those students more advanced mathematics, and she was the most powerful arithmetic master in the eyes of Nanxiang Academy students.
If Amei and Yang Yi competed in mental arithmetic, who would be better?
With such thoughts passing through his mind, Feng Yong nodded at the same time, "Since the elder brother has spoken, how can I not disobey the younger brother? At this time, there are many students who followed me to Hanzhong. Those juniors who haven’t finished their studies are much better.”
“When the time comes, I will send some people over to help my brother, so he won’t have to worry so much.”
"Okay, okay!" Zhuge Qiao was overjoyed and took Feng Yong's arm, "Let's go, I'll take you to pick a good campsite. If you need anything later, just tell Brother Wei, as long as we don't break the rules, Brother Wei will definitely meet I’ll try my best to help you think of something!”
As expected, there are people in the DPRK who are easy to get things done.
Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's settled."
After choosing a good place to camp, Feng Yong handed over the arrangements for the camp to Huang Chong, who followed him, and then went to the Chinese army camp to see Zhuge Liang.
Coal was burning in the new stove in the handsome tent, and there was a kettle on the stove, which was steaming.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was sitting next to the stove, holding a book and reading attentively.
“Feng Yong, the chief minister of Yuexun, was ordered to lead his army and met the prime minister.”
After Feng Yong entered the commander's tent, he saluted loudly.
Zhuge Liang put down the book and nodded to Feng Yonglue, "There are only you and me here, and it's not a military meeting. Feel free to sit down."
Feng Yong looked behind him to confirm that no one was there. He quickly said "Hey", moved the small horse next to the stove, sat down, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.
Zhuge Liang didn’t mind at all, and even asked warmly, “Would you like some tea?”
"A bit..." Feng Yonggang wanted to say "thirsty", but after looking at the bowl on the side, he held back and shook his head and said, "I won't drink. I always want to go to the latrine after drinking. It's too cold and I don't want to move."
Feng Yong has a slight mysophobia, and people these days are not very hygienic, so the bowl he drinks from is usually reserved for himself.
Even if you are thirsty now, you still have to say you are not thirsty.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty threw the book aside in anger and cursed, "Vulgar!"
Feng Tibi laughed dryly and shrank his neck.
Seeing this boy's expression of being a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was a little helpless.
This Northern Expedition not only has sufficient military resources, but also does not harm the people's livelihood too much. This man has taken a lot of credit. I originally wanted to praise him, but I never thought that he would say this as soon as he came in. It is really shocking. On fire.
“How many people did you bring here this time?”
“Eight thousand.”
Feng Yong stretched out his finger and made a gesture.
Zhuge Liang nodded and thought about it in his mind.
Meng Huo's daughter Hua Wan moved a large tribe there, and there were also some small tribes who followed her, totaling thirty to forty thousand people. Last year, another 30,000 Han people were moved there, and together with the original Yi people, there are now more than 120,000 people in the three counties of the Sunshui River Valley.
So although Yuexun is a newly established place, it should not be a big problem to draw 8,000 people.
“How many combat troops? How many auxiliary troops?”
Zhuge Liang asked again.
“Six thousand combat troops and two thousand auxiliary troops.”
The continuous improvement of dry food has greatly reduced logistical pressure.
Even a soldier carrying a cylindrical dry food bag with dry food 2.0 and two salted fish can last for nearly a month.
In the past two years in Yuexi, Feng Yong has invested heavily in infrastructure construction and built a number of water mills in the Sunshui River Valley to grind flour day and night. At the same time, due to the rise of the pig industry in Hanzhong and Jincheng, he was finally able to obtain a considerable number of lard.
So the dry food 2.0 supplied to the army is mixed with enough oil, rather than the reduced version like the earliest food for the Yueyi people.
Moreover, there are salt wells in Yuexi and fish are raised in the fields. They use them sparingly and stuff two salted fish into each dry food bag, which is still enough to provide.
Hence the two thousand auxiliary soldiers, in addition to transporting food, Feng Yong wanted them to transport other equipment.
But the Han Prime Minister's thinking was still stuck in the previous impression, and he had no idea about the improvements Feng Yong had made to his army. He frowned and said, "The auxiliary troops are somewhat lacking."
According to convention, the number of combat troops and auxiliary troops is one to one, so as to ensure sufficient food supply capacity and enough manpower to set up camp.
"It's quite a lot. I've improved a batch of dry food. Two thousand auxiliary soldiers are enough."
Feng Yong had no intention of saying more.
The reason why Dry Food 2.0 did not tell Zhuge Laoyao in advance was because the pig industry had just started, and lard was obtained through internal connections within the Xinghan Society.
If you really want to say it loudly, Zhuge Lao Yao will wave his hand and let the army eat first... then just wait and cry.
It is right to give priority to your own soldiers.
As for the others... Anyway, there are enough auxiliary troops and sufficient supplies. Don't worry, I am not the prime minister anyway!
"As for setting up camp, I plan to take the Nanxiang engineering team to Long. They are skilled in this line of work, so they won't need so many auxiliary troops."
Feng Yong made an excuse.
Zhuge Liang’s mouth twitched. The Nanxiang engineering team, which specializes in civil engineering, has excellent skills, high efficiency, and organizational discipline. Everyone is jealous when they see it.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was no exception, but when he saw this boy's "everything is mine, everything is mine" look, he felt embarrassed to mention it again.
Then the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty smacked his mouth tastelessly, "A few days ago, it was the coldest time in winter. When you led your army here, did anyone get frostbite?"
"There are some, but the problem is not serious. They are all minor injuries and are not in the way. I have glycerin."
Feng Yong replied nonchalantly. He deliberately waited until the coldest time to set off, just to test the cold resistance of his troops. Otherwise, Longyou and Liangzhou would be much colder than Nanzhong.
Although spring should have started when we go to Shanglong and the weather will get warmer, it is always right to be careful.
Zhuge Liang was startled, "What glycerin?"
Why do you always come up with something I haven’t seen before from time to time?
"Oh, when I went to Nanzhong two years ago, I saw an oil seed there. Although the extracted oil is poisonous and cannot be eaten, it can be waterproof and can be applied to weapons to prevent rust."
“More importantly, you can brew something called glycerin from it and apply it on your hands, feet and face to prevent frostbite, so you don’t have to worry about frostbite in winter.”
Tung oil can be found all over Nanzhong. Feng Yong’s die-hard brother Li Yi comes from a noble family in Nanzhong, and his father is the governor of Nanzhong. So collecting tung oil is a piece of cake.
What's more, the harvest is not in vain, but it is exchanged for grain.
It is convenient for himself, and he can appease the people after pacifying Nanzhong. Li Hui can also gain official reputation. What a good thing?
The production of soap using tung oil failed, but good things can be extracted from the failed product, so it is not a loss.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that there was such a good thing?”
The Han Prime Minister’s eyes widened, “Give me a batch of them!”
“Oh, no problem, how much do you want?”
Feng Yong scratched his head. Anyway, he had been preparing for two years and had saved enough glycerin...
“Not much, just enough for ten thousand people for a month.”
The engineering team couldn't get it, and the Han Prime Minister, who was extremely unhappy, came and asked for an exorbitant price.
This time it was Feng Yong's turn to widen his eyes. What did I want to say just now? Glycerin for all ages?
“Prime Minister...Prime Minister, this glycerin, I exchanged grain for tung oil and transported it from Nanzhong. I worked hard to get it. It’s not easy to get..."
Feng Langjun stammered.
“No money!”
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty knew that someone was desperate for money, so he interrupted him simply.
Feng Yong was stunned.
“Prime Minister, I remember that a few months ago, I seemed to have sold a few short positions, and I heard that the treasury was full of money and food…”
“Who did you listen to?”
“Brother!”
“Which brother?”
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty glared.
“Zhuge…brother…”
Feng Yong answered with some timidity.
Zhuge Liang:…
Then the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty gritted his teeth and emphasized again, "No money! No food!"
Fuck!
Are you going to be so fussy?
Feng Yongda is dissatisfied.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty had fought with a certain rustic countless times, both overtly and covertly, and he had never been able to take advantage of him. Seeing his painful expression, he deliberately looked away and said leisurely, "In this Northern Expedition, I don't have enough people here." A general who fights against invaders..."
When Feng Yong heard this, he swallowed hard.
Although he is a general with a different name, he is still a general!
Prime Minister, you are just, how can you be so partial and sell your official position so openly, isn't it?
So Feng Tubao refused righteously and said, "Prime Minister, there really aren't that many."
“If it’s not that much, then it’s quite a lot!” The Han Prime Minister glared at Feng Tubao, “You never tell the truth, and even if you do, it’s still a discount, who are you!”
Seeing his unwillingness to let go, Zhuge Liang had no choice but to take a step back and said, "Forget it, you can make another request."
When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes lit up. How could he be so polite?
He just blurted out, "I want Wang Ping!"
"who?"
“Wang Ping, the governor of Zhuti, and the three thousand people he brought from Nanzhong.”
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel a little doubtful when he saw how impatient the boy was.
Wang Ping did have outstanding performance in pacifying Nanzhong, but in fact it was all under the command of Li Hui. In the eyes of the Han Prime Minister, Wang Ping could not compare with Ma Zhong, the governor of Zangke.
Otherwise, he would not have transferred Wang Ping, but left Ma Zhong in Nanzhong.
Because Ma Zhong not only had to assist Li Hui in stabilizing the south and mobilize military resources for the Northern Expedition, but Zangke was also located in Jiangzhou to the north, so he also had to pay attention to Li Yan at all times.
“What’s the reason?”
"Because... because I am young, Prime Minister, and am not familiar with military matters. Last year during the Pingyue Dynasty, didn't the Prime Minister send me Meng Yan? The Prime Minister also felt that I needed a steady elder to help run the army. Is it something that happened?"
"But among the senior generals in Hanzhong, who would be willing to succumb to a young man? General Wang is the only one who is not only on good terms with me, but also has a stable and prudent nature. He is the best candidate."
Feng Yong was quick to think. The more he talked, the more he felt he had a reason, and finally he became righteous.
After hearing this, Zhuge Liang looked at Feng Yong up and down strangely.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty brought Feng Yong with him this time, originally to train him. After all, he is a leader of the younger generation of the Han Dynasty. If he can be trained as soon as possible and shoulder the important task, then there is no need to worry about having no successor.
But if you really think about it, asking him to follow the Northern Expedition this time is actually a bit unkind. Because he was an only son and had no children yet, so he had no eyesight in the battlefield, so someone had to be by his side to protect him.
This son was very kind to both the Wang family and his son, and the steady Wang Ping was indeed the best candidate.
Although one of the two is a prefect and the other is a long history, this is not important. After all, Feng Yong still has the Marquis, so all he has to do is arrange their military positions.
The reason why the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Yong strangely was that he did not expect that Feng Tuluo would be so self-aware, and he was very happy in his heart. Take orders.”
“Thank you, Prime Minister!”
Feng Yongxi was heartbroken and said quickly.
Damn it, I have Wang Ping and Zhang Yi in my hands. If I still get chopped down like this, then God is really determined to take me in, and there is no point in struggling anymore.
“Don’t be too busy thanking me, I also want someone from you.”
Zhuge Liang knocked on the table and said.
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Ju Fu and Zhang Ni were just following him to quell a small rebellion, so he was not qualified to be in the eyes of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, right?
“I wonder who the Prime Minister wants?”
(End of this chapter)