Chapter 775 Promise
At the end of July, the Hanzhong area has entered the rainy season.
The water level of the Western Han River surged, and Feng Yong, who was urgently recalled to Hanzhong by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, had to give up the idea of taking a boat and rode all the way back to Hanzhong along the Western Han River.
It was raining, so Feng Yong only took his bodyguard with him on the road.
Guan Ji and her children stayed in Pingxiang until the end of August, and then set off as originally planned.
“Brother, the rain seems to be heavier than before. Do you want to find a place to stay first?”
Li Yi, wearing a bamboo hat and poor clothes, wiped the water on his face and asked.
Feng Yong raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky was gray, and cold raindrops fell on my face. I felt that the rain had flowed down my neck and into my clothes. It was wet and uncomfortable.
Feng Yong asked: "How is the road condition on this stretch of road? How long does it take to reach Wudu?"
Li Yi glanced at Xu Xun, who happened to be returning to Hanzhong with him.
Xu Xun quickly replied: "Brother, the road condition is not bad. If we go at the current speed, it will be dark by the time we reach Wudu."
“The rain is not too heavy, so we can continue on our way and rest before dark. Let people go check ahead to see if the road has collapsed, and pay attention to safety.”
Soon, a pair of riders picked up speed and ran forward.
Feng Yong got off his horse, walked to a high ground, and looked down at the Western Han River not far below.
When we took this road in the spring two years ago, the Northern Expedition Army could still use it to transport grain.
But now, even standing far away, Feng Yong could hear the raging roar.
His leather boots, made of fine cowhide and tanned leather, were soaked through. Water seeped into them, making the tops of his feet feel clammy.
There was a crunching sound behind him, and Feng Yongyong didn't have to turn around to know that Li Yi and Xu Xun were following.
“In the past two years, you have taken Dongfeng Express to transport grain to Longyou. It’s been really hard work for you.”
Feng Yong said.
I and others are still riding lightly, but Dongfeng Express has to transport grain under such circumstances. Needless to say, it is hard work.
Xu Xun did not expect that his brother would actually say this, and quickly replied:
“My brother is leading the troops at the front to kill the thieves, but he is risking his life to protect the brothers. Who wouldn’t be grateful to my brother for the brothers in the guild to be able to survive today?”
“The younger brother is just transporting food at the back. How can it be called hard work compared with the older brother?”
Military merit is the fastest way to promotion. As the leader of the guild, the higher the brother's position and the more stable he stands, the more hope the brothers in the guild will have.
Taking the current situation as an example, my elder brother is appointed as the captain to protect the Qiang and is in charge of all affairs of the Hu people in Longyou. This is a big piece of fat.
What is the price of the grain distributed to the Hu people, what is the price of the collected cattle, sheep, horses, wool, leather, etc., what is the price of selling them, etc.
Isn’t it the elder brother who has the final say?
Brother has the final say, isn’t it the Xinghan Association that has the final say?
Even if the brothers in the guild do nothing, they can make a lot of money just by opening and closing their mouths and turning their hands.
Just how did this Colonel Protecting Qiang come from?
Didn’t your brother pay for it with his life?
Attacking Longguan, fighting fierce battles in street pavilions, managing barbarians, and intimidating Liangzhou. Can anyone else do it?
Hence, it is most appropriate for my brother to hold the position of Colonel Protecting the Qiang.
“If you really want to say it’s hard work, it’s my brother who is doing the hard work.”
Xu Xun said sincerely.
He often runs to Pingxiang, so he naturally knows what kind of place Pingxiang is.
In the beginning, the city wall was not even an earthen fence, and the base of the wall still smelled of feces and urine.
Compared to Jincheng, I don’t know how many times the difference is.
Now that the brothers in the guild are living a comfortable life, it is because their brothers are supporting them from the front.
Feng Yong held the riding whip in his hand and smiled calmly:
"And there was a severe drought in Longyou at that time. It was you who worked tirelessly and led the people to transport grain to Longyou, which alleviated the urgent need to protect the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion."
"Longyou is where it is today. In all seriousness, you have contributed a lot."
Xu Xun heard his brother praising himself in this way. Although his mouth was modest, the corner of his mouth that curled up to his ears clearly expressed his heart.
Feng Yong turned around and said to Xu Xun, "Now Longyou is barely stable. You don't have to go back and forth like this in the future. What are your plans next?"
Xu Xun was stunned.
Li Yi reacted quickly and kicked him from behind.
Xu Xun finally understood. His heart was beating wildly: Is he... going to officially become the core of the Xinghan Society after Zhao Erlang and Li Dalang?
The people who took up positions of real power in the Xinghan Society were the first to follow their elder brothers.
After all, given our age, we are all still in the mixed-qualification stage.
Except for my brother, basically no one else has a chance to stand out.
Xu Xun's voice was trembling: "I will listen to my brother's arrangements."
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said:
"I have two paths here. The first is that the Prime Minister plans to change Yuexun into a Neijun. Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuexun, plans to transfer to Hanzhong and enter the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Zushi (Wang Xun) moves to be the prefect."
“For the vacant position of County Chancellor, the Prime Minister asked me if there is anyone I would like to recommend.”
This is the difference in treatment between the second-generation officials and students from the academy.
Zhang Yuan is the most outstanding student in the academy. He is currently studying in the martial arts hall. If he can become a trainee captain after graduation, he will have the best starting point.
This is only possible with Feng Yong’s special care.
As a second-generation official, Xu Xun accumulated some merits and started directly as a county magistrate.
Xu Xun's face lit up, he swallowed, resisted his impulse, and looked at Feng Yong, "I wonder what the second item is?"
“Second, the students in the staff department of the Huqiang Colonel’s Mansion are all in the martial arts hall now. Some logistical matters are too complicated. I want to find someone to help take care of them.”
“You have helped the Longyou Army transport grain in the past few years and have a lot of experience. I think you can get started quickly.”
“Of course, if you don’t like either of these two things, I can recommend it to the Prime Minister or the Emperor…”
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, Xu Xun interrupted him directly: "Brother, I choose the second option and serve in the Qiang Protector's Office."
The county magistrate looks good now, but don't forget that the Qiang Protector's Office is nominally in charge of the affairs of all the barbarians in Longyou, Guanzhong, and Liangzhou.
The future prospects are many times greater than those of Jun Cheng!
As for the prime minister's house, Yang Yi, Wei Yan, Jiang Wan and others are not only a generation older than me, but also have many senior qualifications.
At my current age and capital, I don’t have Li Wenxuan’s capital.
The most you can do when you go there is to serve tea and water. How many years will it take to get ahead?
The Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion is naturally not as good as the Prime Minister's Mansion, but how old is your brother?
And anyone who is not blind can see how much the Prime Minister values his brother, so even if his brother's future is worse than that of the Prime Minister, it may not be much different!
Now that you have this good opportunity, wouldn’t you be stupid if you don’t hug your thighs tightly?
As for making recommendations to the emperor, that is even less necessary.
My lord is now the Great Changqiu Cheng, and he is a person trusted by the Central Palace. Why do you want to squeeze in?
Feng Yong was slightly surprised that Xu Xun could make a choice so quickly.
He glanced at Xu Xun approvingly and said, "Okay, when we get to Wudu, I will immediately send someone to Hanzhong to ask the Prime Minister for instructions."
When these words came out, not only Xu Xun but also Li Yi were a little surprised: "Brothers are going to Hanzhong anyway, why not mention it to the prime minister together then?"
Feng Yong took a deep look in the direction of Guanzhong and said to the two of them meaningfully: "I'm afraid it's too late."
What’s too late?
The two of them looked at each other with some confusion, and just as they were waiting to ask further questions, they saw the pair of cavalrymen who had gone to explore the road galloping back.
“Report to the king, the road ahead is not broken!”
“Okay. Get on your horse and get on your way!”
Feng Yong waved his whip and gave the order.
(End of this chapter)