Chapter 785 Zhao Mashi
"I know that you have a good way of governing the Hu people, so I am not worried about the strength of the troops protecting the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion. What I am worried about is, is there enough food in Pingxiang?"
Looking at Feng Yong and about to get up and leave, Zhao Yun asked again.
In the past two years, the Protector Qiang Xiaowei Mansion has been recruiting the barbarians while also using troops against Liangzhou.
Now we not only have a high-quality source of troops for the cavalry, but we can also train troops through battles, allowing the cavalry to take shape quickly. It has to be said that it is a good move.
But this is based on consuming a lot of money and food.
Thanks to the abundant grain production in Shu in recent years and the powerful Dongfeng Express, we can withstand such lavish consumption.
But this also shows that Xiaowei Mansion has not been able to save much food in the past two years.
Counting from the sixth year of Jianxing, the Cao thieves in Guanzhong have been storing grain for nearly three years!
If the news this time is really reliable, then a war will be inevitable.
As a veteran who has been fighting for most of his life, the food transported by Dongfeng Express to the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion will basically pass through Jicheng.
Zhao Yun was naturally able to estimate the approximate scope of the grain inventory in the Qiang Protector's Office.
How long has it been since the Battle of Jincheng?
The soldiers can basically recover after a few months of rest, but this does not mean that the food will grow in the warehouse.
Feng Yong chuckled: "Although I didn't go to Chenghanzhong this time, I finally gained something. In Wudu, I met Governor Liao and we had a very pleasant conversation."
Zhao Yun: “Huh?”
“Prefect Liao has done a good job in the past three years. He also learned from Yue Xun and recruited many barbarians to build water conservancy and cultivate crops in Xiabian County.”
The cultivated land can be divided into 50 acres by Han people and 30 acres by Hu people.
At the same time, the government can also rent out cattle and grain seeds, and the interest rate is not high. The government even promised that in bad times, it can also be used in installments.
The most important thing is that in this process, the wealthy Xinghan Society can promise to cover the whole situation.
With such a good incentive policy, the prefect’s mansion is like a pig with a pig head and does nothing, and the old Guizhou leaders who are often hungry at the bottom will risk their lives to farm.
How much more so those Hu people who starve to death at the beginning of the year and freeze to death at the end of the year?
As for why the Xinghan Association was willing to stand up for a mere prefect...
A certain lady who wishes to remain anonymous can attest that the pillow style is indeed very useful.
"Xiabian can be regarded as a small granary in Longyou. This year's harvest is good. Prefect Liao promised me to sell all the excess grain to Xiaowei Mansion."
A certain monarch felt quite happy when he said this.
After all, the process of Madam Junhou blowing pillow wind is also very pleasant.
Regarding this official-business collusion incident, Feng Yong didn’t want to hide anything, because when the food was shipped, it always had to pass through Jicheng, and he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.
“I’ve calculated that this batch of grain should last for half a month. By September, almost all the grain will be harvested.”
“As soon as the autumn grain is harvested, plus the grain shipped from Hanzhong, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.”
Zhao Yun’s beard twitched when he heard this.
He really didn’t expect that Feng Yong could actually get a batch of food halfway:
“Hey...you mean, this time the Protector Qiang Colonel’s Mansion will not need to provide food from the Governor’s Mansion?”
When Feng Yong heard this, he almost jumped up:
"Old general, I didn't say that! Besides, according to the rules, once there is a war, shouldn't the governor's office immediately provide food to the captain's office?"
It is one thing for the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion to raise food on its own, but that is only under normal circumstances.
If a war really breaks out, the small amount of food stored in the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion alone will not be enough to support a high-intensity war.
“One month.”
Zhao Yun, however, ignored Feng Yong who was dancing. He stroked his beard with his left hand and raised his index finger with his right hand:
“If the Colonel’s Mansion of Protecting Qiang can raise a month’s worth of military rations on its own, then the Governor’s Mansion will have more room for maneuver.”
One month?
Why should I find a way to raise a month's worth of military rations?
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Yun with suspicion.
Old man, I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed man with big eyes, would actually learn to resell military rations?
A month later, Longyou was able to collect all the grain.
As the governor, are you just waiting for that time to take back the grain you sold, with interest?
Zhao Yun didn’t know the dirty thoughts in Feng Yong’s heart, but he could understand the dirty expression on this man’s face, and he shouted in annoyance:
“Looking at your look, I can tell you don’t have good intentions in mind!”
Feng Yong coughed and asked without giving up:
“Old General, where did the military rations from the Governor’s Mansion go?”
Zhao Yun glared at Feng Yong angrily:
"A few days ago, General Guan, who protects the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion, gave me a suggestion, saying that the Xiaowei Mansion plans to send troops from Zuli County to wipe out Manyin County in Hexi to prevent the Liangzhou Cao thieves from joining Guanzhong. "
“At the same time, I also asked me to ask Jincheng and Xiping counties to coordinate. I think this suggestion is good. After all, who knows how long this war will last?”
“The soldiers in your Xiaowei Mansion have to eat military rations when they go out to fight. Do the soldiers in Jincheng and Xiping have to eat grass when they go out to fight?”
Speaking of this, Zhao Yun looked over meaningfully:
“I didn’t expect that you really dared to let go, and Guan Zheng could even make the decision on such a thing.”
Feng Yong suddenly heard the news about his mother-in-law, and he couldn't react for a while. He stammered for a while and then said:
“Old general, you know, Sanniang is a tiger girl...”
Zhao Yun stroked his beard with a look of approval on his face:
“Just for her decision to eliminate hidden dangers before the war, Guan’s daughter really deserves the title of Tiger Girl.”
Speaking of this, Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong and said, "Use the river as the boundary and let the Cao thieves wander around on the other side of you. What do you think?"
Feng Yong said "Oh" and explained:
“It’s nothing, I just thought there aren’t many Cao thieves in Manyin County, so keeping it will give me another window to communicate with Liangzhou.”
Does the "Jiu Yang and Lu" know about cutting?
Oh, the old man probably doesn’t know.
Because according to the information from Soochow, Lu Kang is still a little kid, and Yang Hu should be about the same.
When Yang Hu was guarding Jingzhou, even the soldiers and people of the Wu State were influenced by him. If there had not been a land resistance, Jingzhou, the gateway of the Wu State, would have surrendered without a fight.
Although Feng Yong did not have the luxury of hoping that Liangzhou would surrender without a fight, he could certainly speed up the division within Liangzhou by applying pressure on the whole territory with one hand and being gentle in all aspects with the other.
We specially left the Wei army in Manyin County. If anyone wants to take a breather or something, they can just cross the river. Isn't it convenient?
The so-called window to the world of future generations is the same.
Only by leaving a window can we communicate with each other and understand each other!
Feng Yong knew that he could not compare with those figures who could go down in history, but he could learn from them.
"It's a pity that if the Cao thieves in Guanzhong can stay calm for another two years according to the prime minister's estimation, the Han Dynasty will be able to recapture Liangzhou without any blood."
Feng Yong said with regret.
The division of labor between the Longyou Governor's Office and the Qiang Protector's Office has always been relatively clear.
The Dudu's Mansion mainly goes eastward to guard against the Cao thieves in Guanzhong, while the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion mainly goes westward to manage Liangzhou.
Although Jincheng County and Xiping County to the west of Longyou are under the jurisdiction of the Dudufu, the relationship between the prefects of the two counties and Feng Yong, or the relationship with the Xinghan Hui, is not shallow.
This was not the first time that Zhao Yun heard from Feng Yong about the measures taken by the Qiang Colonel's Mansion to manage Liangzhou. Naturally, he understood Feng Yong's words and nodded approvingly:
"It's already very good, but you can't let you take advantage of everything. In this world, it would be a good thing if fewer people die."
Speaking of the last half of the sentence, Zhao Yun showed a look that seemed a bit sad and sighing.
Feng Yong knew that the old man might be thinking of the troubled times he had seen for most of his life, and was thinking of how to comfort him.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly showed a thoughtful expression:
"You said, those families who have opened workshops in Pingxiang should have a lot of food in their hands, right? Can you go back and ask them to provide some food?"
"Isn't it good?" Feng Yong said with some embarrassment, "Which company is not waiting to divide the wool and start work now?"
“Under the current circumstances, if we let them provide food for no reason, even if it is to solve a temporary emergency, I am afraid they will have other thoughts in the future.”
If Cao's thieves came to the city, Feng Yong would naturally have 10,000 reasons to seize food.
Since the city is almost gone, if you don’t give me this food, why do you want it to be used by Cao Cao?
But now Cao Cao's thieves are still on the Longshan side. They haven't figured out whether to go west over Longshan or southward to attack Hanzhong. They have to forcefully requisition food, which is somewhat unjustifiable.
Even if they can be recruited, half of the little capital monsters that have been screened and cultivated through a series of suppression and co-optation in recent years are basically destroyed.
Moreover, the goodwill value has been shattered. If you want to use the golden sign of "Lucky Feng Langjun" to bluff people in the future, I'm afraid it won't work.
The leeks have just sprouted some spiky buds, but I can’t get rid of them.
Zhao Yun naturally didn't understand Feng Yong's thoughts. He frowned and glanced at Feng Yong: "You are also a leader in battle. Don't you understand the principle of not being in charge of troops?"
"Besides, the methods you have used against those wealthy families over the years do not seem to be kind-hearted. Why are you so soft-hearted now?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yun looked at Feng Yong suspiciously, but in the end he didn’t ask any further and just nodded:
“Forget it, I can’t take care of the affairs of the captain’s house anyway. But after all, we are still short of half a month’s military rations. What should we do?”
Feng Yong thought for a while and said "Tsk": "Let's talk about it, there will always be a way."
“Is there really a way?”
Zhao Yun didn’t believe it.
"certainly."
After the discussion, it was getting late and it was not suitable to rush, so Feng Yong rested in the governor's mansion.
At the same time, he also paid a visit to Zhao Ma, who was partial to Zhao Guangduo.
At dawn the next day, Feng Yong, who was worried about the military situation, hurried out of the Governor's Mansion and was about to get on his horse when someone suddenly shouted: "Brother!"
Feng Yong looked back following the voice and saw someone waving to him at the side door of the Governor's Mansion.
He took a closer look and saw that it was Huang Wudie.
Instructing everyone who was about to set off to wait where they were, Feng Yong walked over and asked, "I wonder if my brothers and sisters have anything else to do?"
Huang Wudie pointed not far away: "It's not me who has something to do, but Agu who wants to talk to my brother about something. Please come with me."
Looking in the direction she pointed, I saw a maid guarding there.
Following Huang Wudie and passing the maid who was obviously not letting anyone else get close to her, Feng Yong saw a middle-aged woman standing there, waiting for his arrival.
He hurriedly went up to greet her and saluted: "I have met Mrs. Zhao."
Ms. Zhao Ma is very tall, and her clothes are not as flashy as other women from wealthy families.
The upper body is a narrow-sleeved and thin-waisted jacket that has been circulated from Nanxiang in recent years, and is covered with a wide Sichuan brocade jacket, which looks elegant and neat.
Although she has been married to Shu for a long time, Zhao Ma still has the boldness of a Xiliang daughter. She took two steps forward and directly stretched out her hand to help Feng Yong:
“As I said yesterday, you and Erlang are as close as brothers, and I, my daughter-in-law, call you brother. If you call me Mrs. Zhao, it would be too unruly.”
Feng Yong had to change his words again: "Yes, aunt."
Zhao Mashi smiled heartily: "That's right."
As she spoke, she gestured to Huang Wudie.
Huang Wudie seemed to take two steps back, first listened attentively, and then nodded slightly to Mr. Zhao.
Zhao Ma then reached into his sleeve and took out a letter. At the same time, he lowered his voice and said, "I know that the military situation is urgent and you cannot stay longer, so I will tell you directly."
Seeing Mr. Zhao's solemn expression, Feng Yong was slightly shocked.
Just as he was wondering what the other party was going to mention, he heard Zhao Ma’s voice continue to sound:
“Although my Ma family has moved to Longxi for three generations, our ancestral home is still in Fufeng. Moreover, when my father led the troops to guard Fufeng, he brought several of us brothers and sisters back into the ancestral tree.”
"I just didn't expect that my brother would be forced into Hanzhong by Cao's thieves, and the Ma family would also be bloodbathed by the thieves. Before my brother left, he said that only one branch of the Ma family's blood was left in Shu."
“In the past few years, the Ma family has been blessed with the love of their nephew, and the Ma family has benefited from rare things such as wool, sugar, and wine.”
After speaking, Zhao Ma’s voice became lower and lower:
“The Ma family’s caravan sold these rare items to Guanzhong, and finally had the opportunity to find out some news about the Ma family in Fufeng Huaili, and learned that the branches were scattered in Guanzhong.”
“Furthermore, when my father was guarding Fufeng, he guarded against barbarians in the north, prepared white cavalry in the east, waited for scholars to develop talents, and saved people’s lives with care, which made him very popular among the people of Sanfu.”
"The Ma family was harmed by Cao's thieves, and many officials in the third auxiliary felt pity for him. In this letter, there is a list of old friends of the Ma family who have restored contact in recent years."
As she spoke, she handed the letter over and placed it heavily into Feng Yong's hand.
Feng Yong was deeply moved. After carefully putting it away, he gave a big gift to Mrs. Zhao: "Thank you forever, Auntie, for your love!"
Mr. Zhao Ma helped Feng Yong up again:
"After my brother passed away, the Ma family said that they had brother Cong to support them, but I know that with brother Cong's talent, he is good at keeping things, but not enough for progress. He can lead a thousand people, but it is difficult to lead ten thousand people."
When Feng Yong heard this, he took a high look at Zhao Ma.
After all, martinol is very famous for treating gastritis.
In addition, when I played the Three Kingdoms in my previous life, I also used the character Ma Dai.
So he naturally has some understanding of Ma Dai.
After the death of Old Demon Zhuge, Ma Dai once led the Northern Expedition alone, but was ultimately defeated by a Wei general with little reputation.
Why is it said that the Wei general has no reputation?
Because Feng Yong can't remember the name of the Wei general now - all the people Feng Junhou can't remember are basically mediocre generals.
With Feng Junhou's current confidence, it would be no big deal to recommend such mediocre generals.
Ma Dai's defeat at the hands of such Wei generals is enough to prove that Zhao Ma's vision is indeed good.
"And my nephew is still young and cannot support the Ma family. Without the help of my nephew, the decline of the Ma family will be a matter of time."
Of course Zhao Ma didn't know what Feng Yong was thinking, so he just continued, "If we can help our nephew with some small favors, our Ma family will naturally do our part."
At this point, she had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, "Of course, when I do this, I actually want something from my nephew."
Feng Yong said quickly: "Auntie, it's okay to say it."
"I heard that at Nanxiang Academy, there is knowledge passed down from the sect of the wise nephew, and there are also Confucianism and Taoism taught to the old gentleman, and even Governor Li teaches military strategies."
"Therefore, I would like to ask for a favor from my nephew. I am just waiting for this battle. Can you let my nephew go to Nanxiang Academy to study?"
The future head of the Ma family wants to study at Nanxiang Academy?
This is a good thing.
Feng Yong nodded: "Since my aunt is begging for mercy, why should I not respond? It's just a matter of sending a message to Nanxiang."
“But my nephew must remind his aunt first. The rules of Nanxiang Academy are very strict. They don’t care about status, only about knowledge. If you break the rules, no matter who you are, you will be punished.”
After receiving Feng Yong’s consent, Zhao Ma breathed a sigh of relief as if he had put down a heavy burden, and said repeatedly:
"This is natural! If you want to gain real knowledge, you should do this. Otherwise, wouldn't it be disrespectful to learning?"
As she said that, she glanced at Feng Yong again: "From the fact that the wise nephew established Nanxiang Academy, we can know that the wise nephew is a person who follows the Tao and values learning."
I just want to exploit the feudal landlord class.
Feng Yong was replying secretly in his heart, but Zhao Mashi’s next sentence shocked him:
"If you don't give up, our Ma family is willing to come forward and find some families to provide money and food together to build a school in Longyou."
The most expensive thing in the world is free!
How could Feng Junhou not know this truth?
It’s just that he couldn’t figure out for a while what Zhao Ma Shi meant: “If it’s because of Ma’s younger brother’s affairs, my aunt doesn’t have to spend so much money.”
This is not just a matter of spending money and food, but also a matter of human kindness. With the Ma family bleeding so much, the plan must be very big. How dare Feng Yong agree to it on the spot?
“Of course it’s not because of Adi.”
Seeing Feng Yong’s appearance, Zhao Ma knew that he had concerns, so he had to explain:
“Nowadays, many families in Shu want to send their children to Nanxiang School to study, but the school gives priority to local Nanxiang children when accepting students.”
“Either we have to accept students sent from Yuexun Academy. There are really too few places left for outsiders.”
"It would be best if Longyou Academy could be like Yuexun Academy, selecting some outstanding students every year and sending them to Nanxiang Academy."
When Feng Yong heard this, his heart moved, and he seemed to have grasped something.
Over the years, Nanxiang Academy and Yuexun Academy have provided a large number of grassroots management talents to the Xinghanhui system.
What is even more eye-catching is that some talented students in Nanxiang Academy can escape from their original class and become elite talents.
Although the number is small, it is enough to shock people.
Mass production management and management talents have been basically the qualifications only available to aristocratic families for more than a hundred years.
Local wealthy families may not have such qualifications.
But today's Xinghanhui system can actually use shortcuts to cultivate Cangtou Qianshou in just a few years.
Who wouldn’t be surprised if I changed him?
After being frightened, people will naturally be moved.
Although Feng Yong vaguely guessed what the other party was thinking, Feng Yong still answered cautiously:
"This matter is of great importance. I cannot make the decision alone. I will have to discuss it after I go back."
If you are not sure about military matters, ask the principal. If you are not sure about political affairs, ask Xiaosi. I need to go back and ask Siniang for her opinion first.
“It’s natural.”
Zhao Ma's face was filled with joy when he saw that Feng Yong did not refuse on the spot.
After the two of them finished talking, Huang Wudie also came over, with a slight look on his face:
“Brother, the military situation is dangerous and Erlang is acting recklessly. Please keep an eye on me, brother.”
Feng Yong raised his hand and said, "Erlang and I are like brothers, but please don't worry, brother and sister."
After saying that, he said goodbye to the two of them, walked out of the door, and got on his horse.
“Drive!”
There were not many people on the street in the early morning. A group of people and horses moved like thunder, rushing towards the city gate.
(End of this chapter)