Chapter 707 Weird
The edict engraved by Cao Rui in a golden book and hidden in the ancestral temple seems to have no problem, at least in terms of strengthening the orthodoxy of Cao Wei.
After all, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, also made a white horse oath at the beginning of the founding of the country: if he is not Liu, he will not be the king, and if he has merit, he will not be a lord.
Whether he is Liu or not the king, or whether he emphasizes orthodoxy and righteousness, to put it bluntly, it is all for the purpose of allowing his father to be the emperor for a long time.
Compared with the White Horse Oath, the aristocratic families naturally want to praise Cao Rui's wisdom.
Because "If you don't have Liu, you won't be a king; if you don't have merit, you won't be a marquis", which invisibly puts a restriction on important ministers, that is, those with the surname Liu will always have the highest position.
But the ancestral temple edicts of the Wei Dynasty were different.
It emphasizes that the branches who succeed the great authority must abide by the orthodoxy, which is also expected by the aristocratic families: orthodoxy is orthodoxy, and those common branches should always succumb to orthodoxy.
More importantly, important ministers can directly kill those sycophants and traitors in order to support royal orthodoxy.
Such behavior can really be compared with King Wu of Zhou entrusting Duke Zhou to assist the government!
Praise, must praise!
Your Majesty is a wise king!
“My lord, your lord, your majesty’s edict on the ancestral temple is really like a wise king!”
After reading the official documents sent from Luoyang and the imperial edict specially copied to Sima Yi, Master Sima's face was full of pride.
Sima Yi hummed and sat on the chair passed over from Nanjun, his expression unchanged.
He looked at Master Sima who was lowering his head and reading the contents of the edict repeatedly, and said: "Zi Yuan, since your Majesty has the style of a wise king, you should not ridicule Your Majesty too much for your flashy meeting."
The so-called glitz and glamor meeting refers to the fact that the young talents of Wei State, some who are indulged in literature and philosophy, some are good at fame and theory, or some are far-sighted, debate with each other.
They became party friends, commented on characters, and commented on each other, among which Four Cong, Eight Da, and Three Yu were the most popular.
Let Xia Houxuan and other four people be called Sicong, and Zhuge Dan and other eight people be called Bada.
Zhongshu Supervisor Liu Fangzixi, Sun Zizimi, and Shangshu Wei Zhenzilie were not as good as this. They regarded their father as the powerful one and gave him the title of Sanyu.
There are fifteen people in total.
Among these people, there are those who come from famous families, those who have meritorious service, those who are powerful and noble, and those who are famous and distinguished.
They influence the entire young generation of Wei State and lead the trend of this generation.
The younger generation of Wei State are all proud to join them.
Because they are young, they are also passionate and dare to criticize things they cannot understand.
Especially regarding current affairs, they think they dare to say things that others dare not say.
So the twenty-one-year-old Sima Shi felt quite disapproving when he heard his master's words.
"Your Excellency, the emperor has made mistakes. The important ministers dare not speak out, but we dare to speak out. The bad habits of the imperial court have caused talented people to disappear among the people, and we will comment on them. This is for the sake of the world, and our hearts are magnanimous. Why should we be afraid?"
After hearing this, Sima Yi had a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Are you really for the world? How does it feel to have the world's young talents look up to you?"
Master Sima blushed and said with embarrassment, "Why do you ridicule the child like this?"
“Because you also ridicule others like this.” Sima Yi had an unclear look in his eyes: “You are still too young, and there are some things that you don’t understand…”
Sima Shi felt a little unconvinced when he heard this.
“Didn’t your Excellency once be young? When Emperor Cao…Wu first recruited you, didn’t you refuse?”
Sima Yi thought that Cao Cao was born "an **** with an ugly legacy" and initially disdained to serve him.
Others don’t know this secret, but as the eldest son, Sima Shi, he still knows it.
But when Sima Yi heard this, the look on his face was even weirder: "That's why I said, you haven't experienced some things, so you don't understand. You pack up and return to Luoyang in a few days."
"Sir, why is this?" Master Sima finally came to his senses after hearing this: "Could something happen again?"
Just because Sima Yi is so resourceful, how can he let Sima Shi see any clues?
“It’s nothing serious, it’s just that your mother misses you and wants you to go back and have a look.”
He looked at his son, pointed to the edict in his hand, and said pointedly: "Your Majesty also said that important officials in the imperial court have the right to kill sycophants."
“I am also the auxiliary minister appointed by the late emperor. In addition, last year, the Shu captives invaded the border areas and all the armies were defeated. I was the only one who killed Mengda and was mediocre.”
“So even if something happens, there is no need to be afraid.”
After speaking, he glanced at his son meaningfully and emphasized: "Remember, you are my son, Sima Yi. Even if something happens, I will still be there."
Sima Shi became more and more suspicious after hearing his master's words.
It's just that the adults don't want to say it clearly, so it's hard for him to ask any more questions.
Just when Sima Division was rushing back to Luoyang from Jingzhou, Feng Yong was also rushing from Shouyang to Daxia County.
The beautiful spring days are perfect for traveling.
Chen Shi had learned of Feng Yong's plan early and sent the news to the Bald Hair Tribe who had been hiding in Baishi City in advance: Feng Langjun was going to Daxia County in the near future. He wanted to fight the rebels with the Bald Hair Tribe. Send someone over to discuss.
Three hundred troops protected Feng Yong all the way to the west, constantly receiving battle reports from the front along the way.
Daxia County is a large gathering place for rebels. The rebels want to occupy the city and defend it, but the short walls of Daxia City cannot give them a sense of security.
With the help of the engineering battalion accompanying the Han army, the Hu rebels could not hold on for even two days.
Listen to the terrifying sound of rocks breaking through the air like thunder, and then see the stones falling continuously from the sky.
The rebels in the city did not have the courage to hold on and fled out of the city one after another.
Jufu, Liu Hun, and Chen Shi met victoriously in Daxia County.
At the same time, they also captured more than 30,000 rebels and their tribesmen in Daxia County who had no time to escape, as well as countless cattle, sheep, horses, tents and carpets.
Feng Yong got the news halfway, and the gloomy mood caused by his baldness suddenly became clearer.
Even though Zhuge Lao Yao planned to regulate the labor market of the entire Han Dynasty, Feng Yong knew intellectually that this was a good thing.
But emotionally, and stimulated by profits, he hoped that this day would be as late as possible.
After all...huge profits are indeed addictive, aren't they?
In recent years, Dahan's financial situation has been good, coupled with the pressure of population demand, the arrangement of household registration has become more and more clear.
The people in the plains of Shu are generally not willing to go to the plantations in Nanzhong.
But for Yuexun County, which has a direct road to Jincheng, it is a good place worth considering.
Once there, you will have arable land, the government will rent oxen, and you will also have the opportunity to send your children to school.
Even taxes are clearly stated. Whenever it is time to pay taxes, there will be people like the village chief leading people around to announce the amount required by the government.
There won’t be rats stealing food like elsewhere.
Coupled with the great reputation of the Ghost King, the Yi people did not dare to cause trouble at all.
What is this not a good place to do?
If you don’t want to go to Yuexun County to farm, you can still go to Hanzhong.
The booming development of workshops in Nanzheng and Nanxiang, Hanzhong, has created a huge demand for labor.
At the same time, the demand for various jobs generated around workshops is becoming increasingly fierce.
In the past, we could not wait to tie the heads of Guizhou to the land for cultivation. Now, due to the increase in the number of cattle, the improvement of farming tools and farming technology, grain production has continued to increase.
With the rise of new plantations, the addition of labor from various sources, and the plantation owners’ instinct to reduce costs, the constraints on Guizhou have begun to loosen.
As the first place to promote the development of handicraft industry, Nanxiang is the most desirable place in Guizhou.
A skilled female weaver is fully capable of supporting a family of five.
Even if the men in the family work as laborers to move things, they can still make a small living.
Not to mention the various departments that have entered the Xinghanhui system.
With the catfish of Xinghanhui disrupting the situation, the cost for the wealthy families to continue to exploit Guizhou is constantly increasing.
In the past, the only option was dependence, but now there is another way out. Coupled with the clean and upright officialdom of the Han Dynasty led by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, the leaders of Guizhou can finally feel a little more relaxed.
The advancement of the wheel of history has forced wealthy families to find ways to find cheaper labor.
Then they discovered that cheaper labor was not not available, but that it was already firmly in people’s hands.
This person is none other than King Feng Gui, who is ranked only below Zhuge Villager on the blacklist of aristocratic families in central Shu.
The older generation has Zhuge Villager, and the new generation has King Feng Gui. This is simply disappointing!
But no matter how desperate you are, you still have to live!
Then the aristocratic families looked shy and asked softly: "Brother Ghost King, do you have a plate... No, do you have any labor?"
Feng Gui Wang is kind by nature, so of course he wants to pull down those who are lagging behind!
Unexpectedly, the brother next to me suddenly shouted: "No! You are late! If you want to buy labor, please pay more!"
So the aristocratic family trembled with tears in their eyes. They slowly stretched their hands to their waists, untied their belts, and took out a large handful of money and food with heartache: "Is it enough?"
How much would it cost to sell more than 30,000 people for labor?
Can Ghost King Feng be unhappy?
This is very likely to be the last feast. Later, the old demon Zhuge reaches out and wants to eat so happily again, that is just a dream.
So it is estimated that the evil deeds done by Feng Guiwang are so unconscionable that even God cannot stand it.
That night, he was sleeping soundly in his tent, when suddenly someone outside called out urgently: "Your Majesty!"
Feng Yong woke up immediately. During the march, he was in a land of Qiang chaos, so Feng Junhou naturally slept with his clothes on. If he ran away in this way, it would be convenient to meet the enemy.
He sat up and asked, "What's the matter?"
“The brothers on night watch outside said it smelled of blood,” the voice outside said was a little urgent, “There were wolves surrounding us not far away.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Yong quickly stood up and walked out of the tent, "Which direction?"
“North.”
Looking in the direction pointed by Bu Qu, we saw a large area of green.
The camp has begun to become commotion, with whispered commands constantly being heard, accompanied by the sound of slight clashes of weapons.
The most important thing is that that direction is exactly where the war horses are placed.
Feng Yong could already faintly hear the braying of horses.
Feng Yong's Three Hundred Steps are elites. They have practiced emergency gatherings at night countless times. Naturally, they will not panic because of this situation, let alone blow up the camp.
“This pack of wolves seems to be quite large.”
Seeing more and more small green lanterns appearing, he was a little frightened even though he was protected in the center of the camp.
“How dare they surround us?”
With so many people on his side, generally speaking, cunning creatures like wolves would not easily take the initiative to provoke them.
Buqu quickly found the Hu guide who was most familiar with the situation in the camp.
“Sir, I’ve gone outside to look around. There are at least a hundred wolves. I also smelled a strong smell of blood. I wonder if the wolves have just eaten something.”
The Hu guide said respectfully.
Feng Yong frowned.
He thought of a possibility.
The Han army drove the rebels westward, and many barbarians were killed and injured along the way. Could it be possible that there were dead people buried nearby, and they were discovered by the wolves?
The torch not far away flickered on and off, making it difficult for the foreign guide to see Feng Yong's expression clearly.
At this time, seeing Feng Yong standing silent, the Hu guide quickly comforted him again: "Don't worry, sir. As long as there are torches in the camp, the wolves will naturally retreat when they see so many of us."
Feng Yong glanced at him and nodded: "If that's the case, that would be the best. Otherwise, even if we are not afraid, it would not be good if someone gets hurt."
Being harassed by wolves, no one slept well in the second half of the night.
The wolves chose the direction of the sneak attack that was too close to the war horses. Some people in the camp had to be wary of the wolves, and some had to appease the war horses to prevent them from rushing out of the camp.
But fortunately, Daxia is not far away now.
So Feng Yong postponed his departure for half a day and let the people below take more rest.
Lest them become too tired so that they can stay in top condition at all times.
In this environment, we cannot relax at the last step.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Chen Shi quickly sent someone to deliver news.
Observing that the secret letter was indeed not damaged, Feng Yong opened the envelope and read it.
This time the news from Chen Shi was a bit bad.
Although the rebels in Daxia County fled, not all of them fled westward. Some of the defeated troops also fled north along the Daxia River.
So Chen Shi reminded Feng Yong to pay attention to the defeated troops, and said that he had sent a group of soldiers to greet him.
Feng Yong, who was famous in the Southern Barbarians and was rampant among the Qiang and Hu, was naturally not afraid of a rout, not to mention that the chance of encountering a rout was not too great.
Unexpectedly, on the second night, a shrill whistle sounded in the camp.
“Your Majesty, there is an enemy attack at night!”
Buqu stood outside the main tent again and reported loudly.
After Feng Yong heard the whistle, he jumped up and rushed out of the tent.
"how many people?"
“It’s not clear yet, it’s too dark at night.”
The voice answered urgently.
“What’s the external situation like?”
“Two people were injured.”
Feng Yong nodded and looked outside the camp, but saw nothing.
He could only hear people shouting outside.
“Send the order, let all the troops hold on to the camp and don’t panic.”
Feng Yong made a prompt decision, "If anyone disobeys orders and walks around in the camp, act according to military law!"
“No!”
Feng Yong stood quietly outside the tent, looking at the darkness in the distance.
Now he is no longer a rookie who has just entered the battle, and it is more than enough to command three hundred people.
When setting up camp, pay attention to fire prevention and night attack. This is the most basic requirement.
What's more, Feng Yong has the staff to assist in formulating the record.
Strictly abide by discipline, which is the most basic quality requirement for Feng Yong's troops.
Coupled with the fact that the Ghost King's halo has a natural psychological advantage over barbarians, he will not panic.
After waiting for a while, the noise outside gradually disappeared.
Feng Yong sneered, understanding in his heart, turned around and entered the tent, and continued to sleep with his head covered.
Unexpectedly, after a while, another shout came from another direction.
This time, Feng Yongan couldn’t lie down.
(End of this chapter)