Chapter 651: The fangs first appear (additional update for the leader of the alliance, Shan Xiong Di)
Li Yi and Liu Yan took this trip to Longyou and both got the answers they wanted. The harvest was unexpected and they left with satisfaction.
As soon as they left, Dongfeng Express delivered what Feng Yong needed most.
“Brother, what do you think of this condition?”
Xu Xun, Xu Ci’s son, very diligently carried a bag of things, brought it to Feng Yong, and opened the bag.
Feng Yong pulled out his dagger, picked up a little powder with the tip of the knife, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and nodded, "Not bad, the quality is just right."
Although it has less oil than the dry food 2.0 standard version, it has enough salt.
Hu people, if you want any oil, just add more salt and it will be a rare good thing.
Salt is more valuable than gold?
When Xu Xun heard this, he was very happy. After putting down the fried noodles, he wiped his hands on his body first, then stretched out his thumb and index finger, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's the number?"
"Um?"
Feng Yong looked sideways.
“Ah, no, is it this number?”
When Xu Xun saw Feng Yong's appearance, he quickly opened his remaining fingers and turned them into a slap.
“How can you learn to talk when you have something to say? Where are the underground traders?”
Feng Yong said angrily.
"My younger brother once met Wenxuan on the road. He told me that my brother got 50% of Longyou's wool from the prime minister?" When Xu Xun said 50%, he swallowed and his voice trembled, "I don't know. Is it real?"
Looking at his nervous and hopeful expression, fearing that he would deny the statement as soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Yong smiled and said, "Relax, now that the news has spread, isn't it just for you to be prepared?" Are there any fake ones?"
Xu Xun swayed and almost lost his breath with a "Gah" sound.
When he reacted, he suddenly grabbed Feng Yong's hand and said excitedly, "Brother, 50%! Do you know that people in Jincheng are going crazy now! How many people are asking for help..."
"I know, I know," Feng Yong took out his hand and comforted, "Now is just the beginning, and there will be a long time to come. Everyone has made great efforts for the Northern Expedition, how can the Prime Minister fail everyone?"
“Yes, yes, yes!” Xu Xun nodded repeatedly, “You guys did a great job.”
As he spoke, he took two steps back and forth, then kicked the dry food on the ground. His face was flushed with excitement, "Since brother has said that food is urgently needed, I will unload this batch of goods and turn around immediately to deliver it as soon as possible." Come over in batches."
"Aren't you going to take care of the line from Jincheng to Yong'an? Why did you come to Longyou this time?" Feng Yong looked at him and left, and quickly called him, "Get some rest first before going back."
"The line on the east side, that is, after the sugar cane harvest comes up, will be busier at the end of the year and the beginning of spring. Just let Xu You watch it on weekdays. Besides, what can be as important as Longyou's things now?"
Xu Xun could not sit still for a while, so he went down in a hurry and ordered the people below to prepare to set off again.
Thinking that he really needs a large amount of food now, Feng Yong can't dampen his enthusiasm.
After Xu Xun left, Feng Yong ordered Buqu to call another person over.
“Guru Congbao has met Feng Langjun. I hope Feng Langjun will always be as strong as an eagle.”
Hu Renqu's commander, Gru Congbao, came in and bowed respectfully.
“Gru Congbao, get up, there is no need to be so polite.” Feng Yong said, motioning to Bu Qu to lift the ration bag in front of him, “Your tribe has helped me a lot these days.”
“This is the grain that was just delivered from the south. See if it suits your taste. If not, I can help you replace it with millet.”
Glu Congbao saw the off-white flour in the opened bag and looked up at Feng Yong with some doubts.
Although flour has become popular in Longyou, it is only eaten by wealthy families, and the people in Guizhou have no chance to come into contact with it, let alone the Hu people who cannot guarantee a supply of even millet.
Feng Yong raised his chin and said, "This kind of food can be eaten directly. Of course, the best way to eat it is to mix it into a ball with water and then swallow it."
In fact, it is a waste to use flour to support the Hu people, and it is more reasonable to use millet.
It’s not that there is no millet in Shu, but in the past few years, everyone has grown a variety of wheat and millet. The yield of millet cannot keep up, and the taste is not as good as that of millet, so less is planted.
Feng Yong dared to instruct Li Mu to cause trouble in Nanxiang, and his biggest reliance was Yuexun County.
Even in later generations, the Sunshui River Valley Plain could be regarded as the food and vegetable supply base in Jincheng.
In addition, in this era, there is not much population, so it can be developed casually.
The emerging animal husbandry industry can provide livestock power for the reclamation of the Sunshui River Valley and can also provide sufficient fertilizer.
This year is the third year of development in Yuexun. Everything is on track. It is foreseeable that the grain output of Yuexun will increase year by year.
This growth period does not last for ten years, but for five or six years.
With eight oxen and plows, even if the population is not that large, there is no need to worry about insufficient labor.
Do you understand the mechanization of feudal society?
So, the grain produced by Yuexun was enough to support Feng Yong's squandering in Longyou in the past few years.
Yuexun does not grow millet, only wheat and rice.
The rice was kept for himself, so he had to give the flour to others.
If he wanted to teach the Hu people how to make steamed buns like the Han people, Feng Yong didn't have the patience, let alone the confidence.
So let’s just make a castrated version of Dry Food 2.0, with less oil and more salt.
Anyway, there are salt wells in Yuexi.
Glu Congbao looked at the powder in the bag, and when he heard Feng Yong's words, he picked up the fried noodles with some hesitation, took a mouthful, and then his eyes lit up, "Salt?"
"Yes, salt. I considered your hard work, so I mixed it with salt. Even on a horse, you can catch it and eat it while galloping."
Feng Yongda sat there calmly, showing a kind smile, "I know you are short of good salt, but this grain is mixed with fine salt."
Glu Congbao knelt on the ground excitedly, "Merciful Mr. Feng, you are like the sun in the sky, always shining on us."
I would rather not have any sunshine now, Feng Yong muttered, he has no wink, and he can't even flatter him.
The Hu people lacked everything except cattle and sheep.
There is no salt, but it is bitter and astringent poisonous salt. Eating too much will kill you.
At this moment, Buqu came over with a bowl filled with water, grabbed a handful of fried noodles from the bag, mixed them in the bowl, and after a while, kneaded them into a dough.
“Okay, get up. Try this.”
Feng Yong pointed to the dough in the bowl.
This time Gru Congbao grabbed it without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed half of it, and then chewed the remaining half carefully until it was all finished.
Finally, he said respectfully, "Honorable Master Feng, you have made the best food for us Qiang people."
“No, Gru Cong Bao, this is not the most delicious food,” Feng Yong smiled slightly and then winked at Bu Qu.
Step took out a small piece of brown sugar, poured in water, poured in fried noodles, mixed well, and passed it over.
Glu Congbao took another bite and felt a sense of happiness overflowing from his mouth and spreading throughout his body, making him feel like he was about to ascend to heaven.
Feng Langjun's voice seemed to come from far away, "This is the most delicious food. Even in the Han Dynasty, only the top nobles can eat it."
Glu Congbao woke up with a start and lay down again tremblingly, "Thank you so much, Mr. Feng, for allowing me to taste this kind of delicious food that only God has."
“I don’t have much of this kind of food provided by God. I see that you are loyal, so I share it with you.”
Feng Yong said, with a look of great pain on his face, he took out a small piece of brown sugar and handed it over, "Here, this is what I gave to you. Thank you for helping me these days."
Glu Congbao quickly climbed over, raised his hands above his head, and took the brown sugar.
“You have to know that only the most loyal tribal nobles have the opportunity to obtain these godsends. Do you understand?”
“The villain understands.”
"You go down first. I will notify you to come and get food."
Seeing Gru Congbao glance at the bag of dry food with some reluctance, Feng Yong said again, "This bag of food will be rewarded to you."
“Thank you, sir.”
Glu Congbao picked up the dry food as if he had found a treasure, and backed away with his back bent.
Feng Yong looked at his back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Probably the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was really the son of God. After Liu Yan comforted the soldiers of Longyou on behalf of the Emperor, Longyou finally received its first heavy rain after several months of drought.
Although the rain came too late, it finally made Feng Yong breathe a sigh of relief.
These days, everyone’s nerves have been tense.
This arid Longyou makes Feng Yong feel like a dynamite barrel. It only needs a little spark to make a "bang"!
Coupled with the timely delivery of food by Dongfeng Express, we can finally cope with the situation.
However, the Qiang and Hu rebels in Hanyang County have rebelled more than once. Although they have not formed a large scale, they are sporadic and cause great headaches.
Not to mention Longxi County. The western half of the county has become a land for Qiang and Hu to herd horses. Many tribes have flocked to Didao just to drink a sip of water from Taoshui.
Rebellion, that is necessary.
The rain finally came and finally cooled down Longyou, who was almost on fire.
Feng Yong rushed to Pingxiang County in Hanyang County without stopping. He was accompanied by Zhao Yun, the governor of Longyou.
“Are you sure you want to be here?”
Zhao Yun held a horsewhip in his hand and pointed at Pingxiang City in the distance, "This city has been destroyed many times due to Qiang rebellion. Later, the Liangzhou soldiers and horses came and ravaged it again. I see that this city is in dilapidated condition, I'm afraid You have to reshape it.”
Feng Yong and Zhao Yun rode side by side, with their troops spread out far away to protect them in the middle.
"Repairing is not a problem," Feng Yong reined in his horse and walked up a small slope. "Except for a few counties and important towns, there is nothing in Longyou that is not dilapidated? What I value is its accessibility in all directions."
“Whether we go west to Nan’an Longxi or east to Longguan Xiaoguan, there is no big problem. More importantly, it is close to Liangzhou and can easily exchange news with the Qiang and Hu people in Liangzhou.”
The captain who protects Qiang must have a place of governance.
Of course, it is also possible to govern Jicheng, but this shows that the Qiang captain has no enterprising spirit and is under the protection of the Longyou governor, so Feng Yong is naturally unwilling.
So you have to find a suitable place.
Originally I wanted to choose Lueyang, but Lueyang was too close to the east.
So he had no choice but to settle for Pingxiang City in Hanyang County.
Zhao Yun and Feng Yong came here to explore the specific situation of Pingxiang City.
Zhao Yun nodded, "The location of Pingxiang City is indeed good. Even if something happens, Jicheng can quickly provide support. I'm afraid you have to rebuild this city."
Feng Yong didn’t care. “Reconstruction is not simple yet. We must have enough manpower.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound in front of him, and a rabbit rushed past.
Zhao Yun moved very quickly. He immediately drew his bow and drew an arrow. With a "boom" sound, the arrow shot out like the wind and nailed the rabbit to the ground.
Someone rushed out on horseback and bent down to pick it up.
Zhao Yun sighed with emotion, "This journey reminds me of my days in Hebei, riding horses and hunting, something I haven't had the chance to do in many years."
“The old general galloped all the way from Jicheng, and his riding skills are still as good as before. Anyway, I can’t keep up.”
Feng Yong complimented.
Zhao Yun laughed and pointed at Feng Yong, "If Erlang could speak half as well as you, he wouldn't always think about running away from home."
With that said, he handed the bow in his hand to Feng Yong and pointed to the front, "Look, there is another one ahead."
Feng Yong took the bow and looked in the direction Zhao Yun pointed, only to see a small wild boar with its head lowered and arching something.
These days wild beasts are bold, and tigers are often seen in the deep mountains and old forests far away from the populated areas.
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Yun with some embarrassment.
Zhao Yun thoughtfully handed over an arrow.
Feng Tibi secretly gritted his teeth, drew his bow and shot an arrow. After taking aim for a long time, there was a "peng" sound, and the arrow feathers drifted crookedly to the right of the wild boar, landing more than ten steps away.
Look at the landing point of the arrow. Even if it hits the target, the distance of the arrow will not reach the wild boar.
Feng Tibi's face turned red.
“Drive!”
He galloped directly to a place more than thirty steps away from the wild boar.
The wild boar seemed to feel the danger. It ran for more than ten steps with a purr. It looked at Feng Yong and showed no intention of catching up, and then lowered its head provocatively to look for food.
Feng Yong did the math and felt that he should be able to shoot this far, so he drew the bow again.
This arrow was better than the last one, and it was five or six steps away from the wild boar.
“Bring the crossbow!”
Feng Tibi was furious.
Bu Qu hurried over and handed over a strung crossbow.
Aim, pull the trigger, and the arrow is like lightning, heading straight for the wild boar’s anus!
With a scream of "Ouch", the wild boar's eyes turned red on the spot. It was not clear whether it was disoriented from the pain or looking for revenge, and it rushed towards Feng Yong.
A knight rushed past, with a white horse and silver armor, and a silver spear as fast as lightning. He lifted the wild boar into the air, slapped it hard, and stabbed the wild boar before it hit the ground!
Feng Yong shouted, "What a great shot!"
Zhao Yun easily picked the wild boar towards Bu Qu, who was following him, and glanced at Feng Yong with disdain, "The shot was quite accurate!"
Feng Yong smiled awkwardly.
I didn’t do it on purpose.
Zhao Yun handed the gun to the person next to him, turned his horse's head, walked to Feng Yong, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me the crossbow."
Feng Yong quickly handed it over.
“I just said that this crossbow looks different from ordinary ones. What are these parts on it used for?”
Zhao Yun turned the crossbow around in his hand and asked with some confusion.
“Oh, this is a crossbow that I specially improved.”
Feng Yong hurriedly approached, "This is Wangshan, and this is the sight. There is a crossbow tail and a crossbow head. Put the two together and aim at the target in front, and you can shoot accurately."
Zhao Yun gave it a try, and then glanced at Feng Yong strangely, "I just said that you are so bad at archery, how can you be so accurate with a crossbow."
Feng Yongdang didn’t hear this.
Lao Zhao, even if we don’t say this, we are still good friends!
Zhao Yun raised the crossbow in his hand and said thoughtfully, "If the army can..."
Before he finished speaking, he shook his head and rejected it, "There is no time to aim in front of the formation, as long as you shoot more, the thieves will not dare to come forward."
Feng Yong knew what he meant and said, "It's not that it can't be used in the army. If it's all equipped, then it's naturally unnecessary."
"However, if we can improve it further and mount it on a heavy crossbow, so that people who are skilled in using crossbows can find opportunities to shoot the leader of thieves during melee, we can give it a try."
Zhao Yun's expression changed and he cursed, "He has a vicious mind!"
That’s what I said, but old man, you are playing with my crossbow, what do you mean by the thoughtful expression on your face?
The two walked in silence for a while. Zhao Yun returned the crossbow to Feng Yong and never mentioned the topic again.
“You said just now that you have enough manpower to rebuild Pingxiang City? Where do you have the manpower to come from?”
Zhao Yun asked.
Feng Yong chuckled and pointed to the east, "Old general, when you take office as a Qiang guard captain, you must always perform your duties. The Qiang and Hu in Hanyang County are disobedient to discipline, so I want to lead the Longyou Qiang and Hu Yi to attack but not the ministers."
Zhao Yun’s expression changed again, “What do you mean, please explain clearly!”
"Although the drought is over now, I still have to help those Qiang Hu, so I have to let them do some work, right? My food is not brought by the strong wind."
Feng Yong had a look of pain on his face. This time it was really pain.
Zhao Yun's face twitched when he heard this, "Help?"
“Oh, even if it’s half a loan and half a reward, I still have to take risks, right? What’s wrong with asking them to repay with some cattle and sheep next year? Who doesn’t say I’m a good person?”
Feng Yong was not embarrassed at all, "I recruited the best of their tribes to patrol Longyou with me, and wiped out the rebel tribes in Hanyang County. At the same time, they can use their achievements to offset next year's debts."
“Secondly, we can use the supplies from the rebel tribes in Hanyang County to subsidize their tribes. Thirdly, we can also use their hands to quell the Qiang rebellion in Hanyang. Isn’t that a double win?”
To quell the Qiang rebellion in Hanyang, it can only be regarded as an exercise, a small exercise, for the Longyou Qianghu who have attached themselves to the title of Protecting Qiang Xiaowei.
The real actual combat should be in Longxi and Liangzhou.
Zhao Yun took a breath and looked at Feng Yong, "You are stubborn and want to learn from Nanzhong?"
"Hey, old general, you can't say that. The Longyou Qiang and Hu people all want to live a good life, but the Hu people in Hanyang County always rebel and make people uneasy. Who wouldn't hate them? I'm just following people's wishes. It’s just a matter of asking for help.”
Feng Yongzhen said plausibly.
By the way, it seems that the labor business has not been open for a long time...
(Now, I have worked very hard to update the five thousand words.)
(End of this chapter)