Chapter 771 The Civilization of the Han Dynasty
“The emperor and the queen want to see our child?”
On the second day, Guan Ji got the news from Feng Yong. As expected, she was very surprised.
Then a look of hesitation appeared on her face, "It's not a short distance from Pingxiang to Hanzhong. Is it appropriate for my child to have to travel such a long distance when he is still young?"
As expected, after having a child, the child is more important than anything else.
“After all, the emperor and the queen personally asked to see the child, so it’s hard to refuse.”
Feng Yong moved a rocking chair and lay under the shade of the trees in the yard to enjoy the cool weather.
He raised his head and looked at the sunlight filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves, filled with stars.
“The child is still young and easy to take care of. If we find two more wet nurses when we leave, everything will be fine.”
When the children get older and start eating on their own, they will be more likely to get sick when traveling far away.
“Besides, after the Northern Expedition, I should return to Jincheng to meet His Majesty.”
"It's just that there are so many military affairs here in Longyou that I can't get away. Now I have this opportunity to go to Hanzhong to meet His Majesty. It's a good thing."
After Li Yan handed over Jiangzhou and returned to Jincheng, the Han Dynasty can now be regarded as a united monarch and ministers, working together from top to bottom, without so much suspicion.
But this does not mean that you can ignore the rules at will.
When someone else leads the army, there will always be family members staying in Jincheng.
But Feng Mansion is now an empty shell, with only an old housekeeper watching over Zhuangzi.
Only the Feng family ancestral hall in the house proves that Zhuangzi's surname is Feng.
Now that he holds great military and political power, his wife and even his concubines are with him. If he really wants to pursue the case, this is not in line with the rules.
Zhang Xingyi controls the key department of the Secretariat of the Qiang Protector's Office. In the minds of all sensible people, he is actually a supervisor in disguise.
More importantly, counting the days, Old Demon Zhuge may not have many more years to live.
Without the old demon Zhuge at the front, it may not be so convenient to do many things, or at least more consideration must be given.
I came here and changed the fate of many people.
I only feel a sense of powerlessness towards Old Demon Zhuge.
The Han people today are far more promising than those in history.
But it may be precisely because of this that Zhuge Lao Yao even more overdraws his own vitality.
It seems that he cannot relax until he captures Chang'an.
If this continues, the old demon Zhuge will definitely die of vomiting blood and die of illness according to the original historical trajectory.
Medicine can cure diseases, and Buddha can help those who are destined!
With Old Demon Zhuge in this state, no matter how powerful the doctor is, he cannot save him.
In comparison, Mr. Zhao is much easier to deal with.
The victory in the Northern Expedition, the appointment as the governor of Longyou, and the formation of the Han cavalry greatly improved the old man's morale.
If it doesn't work, send Zhao Guang back to Jicheng and let the old man beat him a few times to make him feel better and stretch his muscles.
Or let him drink two more sips of wine, and his mood will naturally feel better.
Judging from the way the old man is currently living, living another three or four years should not be a big problem.
“This time I return to Hanzhong to meet His Majesty, which is one thing. Talking with the Prime Minister about some things is the other thing.”
“Third, this time I want to bring a group of veterans back to lay the foundation for the martial arts hall in Nanxiang.”
Through the two years of continuous fighting, although a group of elite soldiers have been trained, there are also many disabled soldiers.
Especially those soldiers who came out of Nanxiang were favored by all parties, not to mention among the army, but also among the people.
There are huge gaps in the sugar cane plantations and mines in Nanzhong, in the guards and managers of Dongfeng Express, and in the grassroots personnel of Yuexi and Longyou.
If it weren’t for the strength of the Xinghan Hui, even the plantations and workshops of various families in Hanzhong and Shuzhong would definitely reach out.
After all, Nanxiang soldiers who have a foundation in literacy and arithmetic and a certain degree of knowledge are considered scarce talents everywhere in this era.
So Feng Yong himself had to select the best group first and let them go back to train the students in the Nanxiang Lecture Hall.
Hearing Feng Yong’s explanation, Guan Ji nodded:
“Alang actually has a plan, and I will go back with you then. I wonder when Alang plans to leave?”
“The exact date has not been determined yet, but no matter how you calculate it, it should probably wait until September.”
Not only do they have to wait for the palace in Hanzhong to be built, but they also have to be careful not to delay the farming season.
In the Hanzhong area of Longyou, every late summer and early autumn, that is, July and August, it often rains heavily for consecutive days.
At that time, the water levels of the Han River and the West Han River will rise sharply, making travel difficult.
The reason why Zhuge Lao Yao chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition at the beginning of spring before the weather was completely warm.
It is precisely with this in mind.
Otherwise, the war will drag on into the rainy season, the mountain roads will be slippery, and the rivers will swell, making it difficult to transport food from the rear.
Once this happens, there is no other option but to retreat.
It will get much better after September, when the autumn grain harvest is almost finished.
It will not delay the farming time, and the road will be easy to walk.
Guan Ji gave a vague hum, yawned lazily, stretched out her hand to rub her eyes, she seemed a little tired.
Then he flipped through the papers on the table and said, "It just so happens that I also have a lot of questions that I would like to ask my uncle for."
Feng Yong sat up straight and leaned his head towards the table next to him.
Looking at the various symbols on the paper on the table that he could not understand, Feng Yong asked with great concern:
“What? Even Madam doesn’t know how to change this eight-array diagram?”
The Han Dynasty did not have cavalry in the early years, so the Eight Formations were military formations designed based on infantry.
The Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion originally had two more arms than others, one was the Modao Team and the other was the Engineering Battalion, and now they also had to add the Cavalry.
The changes to the eight-array diagram are even greater.
Feng Junhou is an imbecile in terms of military formation and cannot help at all in this regard.
It just so happens that the Eight Formation Diagram can be regarded as the Zhuge family’s ancestral art of war.
The prime minister and his wife were willing to pass on the eight formation diagrams to themselves and Guan Ji because they regarded themselves and Guan Ji as disciples and daughters.
But this does not mean that one can pass the Eight Formation Diagram to others at will.
So now I can only work **** Guan Ji to study how to improve it.
Guan Ji looked at Feng Junhou's fake concern and rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to expose him.
"How can it be that easy? My aunt is not familiar with military affairs, and she is not sure about some things."
“At most, you can give me a general idea and how to do it specifically. I still have to try it myself to know if there is any problem.”
This time Feng Yong said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xi."
Leading troops is not an easy task, and leading troops into battle is even more difficult.
Feng Yong knew that the reason why he could always win battles was that he had a group of excellent generals under his command, a group of high-quality grassroots officers and soldiers under his command, and he had strong logistics.
Under the same conditions, I am afraid that any enemy general could crush him.
What Guan Ji is doing now is to help herself expand her advantages, so she should say thank you.
Seeing the slightly tired look on Guan Ji's face, Feng Yong advised with some distress: "Take your time, don't be so anxious."
“When Madam was in Longyou, she went to the manufacturing bureau every day to give advice. Now, isn’t it the same that Amei hasn’t made what I want?”
The Qin and Han Dynasties were the first peak period of crossbows. After hundreds of years of development, the production technology has become very mature.
Wanting to take it a step further cannot be accomplished overnight.
The production materials and production processes need to break through before the manufacturing bureau can make the bed crossbow it wants.
Now that everything is stable and there are no major changes, it seems that the House of the Protector Qiang Colonel has entered a bottleneck period.
Feng Junhou was sighing when he saw Amei's figure suddenly appear at the door of the courtyard.
Because the two wanted to talk about the emperor's inspection of Hanzhong, they sent all the servants out of the courtyard at the beginning.
After Amei received permission, she trotted over and saluted the two of them with a happy face.
“It’s not dinner time yet, why are you back so early?”
Amei was startled, and as expected, her husband suddenly distracted her train of thought, and she asked blankly:
“Young Master, you are hungry. Do you want your servant to make something to eat?”
Guan Ji couldn't stand it and kicked him from under the table, "I know how to bully Amei to be honest."
Then she asked Amei with a kind face, "But what's the matter?"
Amei glanced at Feng Yong subconsciously, and then said:
“I’d like to thank the male gentleman and the female gentleman. I’ve made another printing press. The printed words are much clearer than before. I just don’t know if the talisman meets the male gentleman’s requirements..."
Feng Yong’s mouth twitched and he glanced at Guan Ji, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
This woman, she just doesn’t know a good heart.
Just now I comforted you by saying that there was nothing accomplished on Amei’s side.
Do you know you were wrong now? It doesn't matter if this girl hits me in the face, it won't be good if it hits you...
Guan Ji didn't notice Feng Yong's eyes at all, because she was already attracted by Amei's words.
“Is that the random printing thing? Did you really make it?!”
Amei was a little unsure. She looked at Feng Yong and said in a low voice: "The printed words are quite clear, but I don't know if they are in line with the husband's wishes..."
Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish her words, she stood up suddenly, stepped in front of Feng Yong with her long legs, and pulled Feng Yong up.
At the same time, he said to Amei, "Quick, take us to see it!"
"Back to Nujun, it's too hot outside to go out. My maid has already asked people to move here."
Amei said quickly.
When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed the faint sweat on Amei’s temples.
“Let them move in quickly.”
The so-called printing press is actually a manual mimeograph machine.
The basic materials are stylus pen, wax paper, steel plate, ink, printing table and other things.
Whether it is a stylus, a steel plate, or a printing table, it is actually not difficult to make.
Even if it cannot be done, there are other alternatives.
After all, Hanzhongye, which is owned by Adou, has been closely related to him since its establishment.
Now that we have a relationship with Zhang Xingyi, if we want to build something, it’s just a matter of one sentence.
Things have been made a long time ago. The key is that there is no qualified wax paper and ink.
These days, the quality of candles is extremely poor. If they burn for a long time, they have to cut off the flowers. Only wealthy people are eligible to use them.
As for wax paper, no one has ever seen it, but there are quite a few oily papers.
In order to make wax paper, oil lamps were lit in the residence of the Colonel Protector Qiang, and all the beeswax produced in the apiary under Zhang Xingyi's name was handed over to the manufacturing bureau for waste.
Because of this matter, Zhang Xingyi often murmured to himself.
Watching Amei install the mimeograph machine herself, Feng Yong recalled his youthful days in his previous life, sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but feel itchy hands.
Place the wax paper on the gauze frame, and place the white paper on the printing table. Finally, press the gauze frame tightly, pick up the ink roller, and brush it carefully.
Finally, I lifted up the gauze frame and took out the white paper. I found that it had been printed in neat fonts, and the content was the Thousand-Character Inscription, a specialty of the Feng Mansion.
Feng Yong couldn't help but laugh, oh, it really happened.
Guan Ji’s head came closer, her eyes shining brightly.
In the end, I couldn't get enough of it, so I snatched the paper from Feng Yong's hand and couldn't put it down: "With this kind of craftsmanship, coupled with Nanxiang's engraving and printing, all the students in the world will remember Alang's excellence!"
“The words are still a little blurry.”
Although the words printed by the mimeograph machines of later generations often have a little bit of ink, generally speaking, as long as they are printed well, they are still clear.
Unlike now, the edges of this word always have some faint burrs.
This should be due to the screen, wax paper and ink, or one of them is unsatisfactory.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei suddenly became nervous, "Since the gentleman is not satisfied, then I will think of another way."
“Don’t listen to him!”
While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally admired it enough and stopped talking: "Don't listen to him, this is enough!"
“In the past, people who didn’t have books at home wanted to learn and didn’t even have the chance to copy a book. What now? First there were engravings to print books, and then there was this mimeograph.”
“Now, others are begging us to borrow books and buy them, not us begging them to learn.”
Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, with a proud look on her face:
"How many people in Shu said that Alang was a clever talker at first? Who dares to say that now? As long as they are students who have gone to Nanxiang to study, who doesn't say good things for Alang?"
"Thief Cao..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from the knights who went to Thief Cao to spy on Thief Cao that Thief Cao was spreading the word that I am an immoral person and unworthy of being a scholar."
Cao Cao considered himself to be the orthodoxy of the world, and he had a huge psychological advantage over the Han Dynasty in terms of civil and martial arts.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent people to Shu to persuade the old demon Zhuge to surrender after Liu Bei’s death.
It is a pity that in the battle at Longyou, the Han Dynasty beat Cao Wei until his head was covered and turned around.
In addition, in the past two years, the Han Dynasty has continued to squeeze the territory of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei could only stare at Guanzhong, with no choice.
Even though martial arts has been suppressed, several articles that have been circulated from Shu in recent years are not only shocking works, but also have a vague tendency to create a new style of writing.
Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an literary style, which was one of the most proud literary styles of Cao Wei.
If the Han Dynasty catches up again in this regard, then Cao Wei's statement that he is the righteous one in the world will be questionable.
So a few years ago, when Feng Yong's articles were introduced to the Wei Dynasty, there was a lot of praise.
After all, Wei Dynasty has a broad mind.
Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Longyou, Cao Wei's evaluation of Feng Junhou became worse day by day.
There is no mention of any beautiful articles, only talk about poor moral character and some weird habits, so you are not a literati...
Since he is not a literati, can the articles he wrote also be called articles?
Emperor Wu’s writing was ancient and straightforward, while Emperor Wen’s writing was beautiful and beautiful. The articles written by King Dong’a (Cao Zhi moved to Dong’a in the seventh year of Jianxing’s reign) originated from the national style.
They all follow the traces of ancient texts and are innovative.
You are a clever talker, but what you write has no ancient poetry or rhythm at all. What the **** do you think you are?
"Those are slanderous words from a thief. How can we believe them lightly?"
Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Those who compose poetry have their own aspirations. Reading Alang's articles makes people feel straight and can't help themselves. This is the beauty of poetry."
“If it is to fall into the rules and follow ancient relics, thus losing the original meaning, and having form but no spirit, it will be nothing more than craftsman’s writing, and what’s the point of reading it?”
Feng Yong listened to his mother-in-law's unabashed praise of him, and immediately smiled as if he had eaten magpie excrement.
“Six Niang’s secretariat needs this thing the most. Amei, ask someone to call Si Niang and let her see that her beeswax was not in vain.”
Classic books are best printed with woodblock printing, but for various official documents, test papers and other documents that are frequently changed, a manual mimeograph machine is most convenient.
Otherwise you can’t just have someone engrave a page for an official document, right?
How wasteful is that?
So usually official documents still have to be copied by someone.
With the formation of schools and martial arts lecture halls, these three years of simulation and five years of college entrance examination should also give those children a taste.
Thinking of this, the malicious Feng Tubiao couldn't help but reveal an evil smile on his lips.
When Guan Ji heard this person, the first thing she thought of was Siniang, and she felt unhappy.
Seeing his wretched smile again, my eyebrows immediately stood up!
“Bah! Feng Mingwen, you are so brave!”
“Ouch!”
Feng Junhou was caught off guard and seemed to hear the sound of "rattling" bones in his body.
"Xijun, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please tell me..."
“Sister Four can use this thing, but I can’t?”
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(PS: Don’t rush Xiaosi and the idiots anymore. The 5,000-word chapter that took me a day and a night to write was just a matter of the two of them talking about something on the couch at night. It only lasted one night. It was destroyed by the mythical beast early in the morning. It’s been taken away, and I don’t know when it will be released. My heart is bleeding.)
(End of this chapter)