Chapter 822 Yes, yes, yes, yes
"Feng...Feng Wen...Feng Gui...Feng Junhou is coming back?"
Just now in the living room, Li Twelve Lang could remain calm even when he was laughed at by everyone.
But now when he heard that Feng Junhou was coming back, his face immediately turned pale and he couldn't even speak clearly.
The shadow of a person, the name of a tree.
As the legitimate son of the eldest son of the Li family who has stayed in Nanxiang all year round, he knows better than anyone else in the family the resources that Feng Wenhe can mobilize.
Not to mention anything else, the Nanxiang Exchange alone circulates countless materials every year, from the largest quantities of grain to wool, woolen materials, brown sugar and other items unique to the Han Dynasty.
As long as you have the connections, you can get a voucher issued by the Longyou Protector Qiang Xiaowei Mansion, and you can also buy honey wine and spirits that are only available in the hands of the Xinghanhui.
Although it cannot be sold within the territory of the Han Dynasty and can only be sold to Wei, Wu and even Hu, it can't withstand the huge profits!
The farther you sell, the greater the profit.
I heard that the price of spirits can increase dozens or even hundreds of times when sold to the Western Regions.
Who is not jealous?
Why did Li Mu dare to throw the son of the family to the mountain mine in the legendary land of evil spirits in public?
Why do you dare to force a small aristocratic family to sell out all their ancestral property?
It’s because she has mastered the channels for everyone to make money.
Whoever dares to violate the rules is the public enemy of everyone.
Although some people would scold her viciously behind her back, no one would help the family that violated the rules.
Just being a Li Mu can be so bold.
One can imagine what the consequences would be if Feng Wenhe really took action against a declining family like his.
Li Mu is demonic and poisonous. If she blows the pillow to Feng Wenhe on the bedside and says that she has been persecuted by the eldest brother of the Li family...
Li Twelve Lang no longer dared to think about it any more.
He knew very well that the clan could not defend itself like the small aristocratic family who was forced to sell their ancestral property.
The strong man could only cut off his wrists and push himself out to withstand Feng Wenhe's anger.
After all, he is not the only legitimate son and grandson in the family!
It’s hard to say, but there are many brothers who would be happy to see him fall into that evil place.
Li Twelve Lang thought of this, gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, and returned to the living room without caring about being rude. He found a seat and sat down silently.
“Li Langjun, what are you doing?”
The female student walked in and asked somewhat unclearly.
Li Twelve Lang cupped his hands with an elegant smile on his face:
“Please ask this young lady to go back and tell me that since she is still busy, I will continue to wait here.”
The female student said with some embarrassment:
“Li Langjun, Madam Mu is very busy.”
Li Twelve Lang answered very understandingly:
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! If she is relieved of her duties and is still not free, then I will come back tomorrow."
Facing Li Twelve Lang’s words, the female student had no good solution.
After all, she couldn't drive Li Twelve Lang out of the living room in front of so many people without Mrs. Mu's instructions.
At that moment, she could only respond and was about to turn around and leave.
Li Twelve Lang saw him leaving and said with concern:
“Oh, by the way, don’t forget to remind her not to work too hard and to pay attention to her body.”
“Otherwise, as an elder brother, I would also be worried.”
Hearing Li Twelve's words of concern, he looked at his expression of ardent concern.
Everyone in the living room could not help but be a little stunned.
At the same time, he praised in his heart: Li Twelve Lang is worthy of being the legitimate son of the Li family, he is indeed so shameless!
What do you call your sister-in-law?
Do you have the guts to call Mrs. Mu that to her face?
After Li Twelve Lang said these words, everyone looked at him with horror and contempt, but he still had the nerve to smile and nod at them.
Finally, he closed his eyes as if nothing had happened and sat there to rest his mind.
This calmness and magnanimity made everyone admire him.
Just inside the unseen sleeves, Li Twelve Lang's hands were clenched into fists, and his nails had sunk into his flesh.
After learning what Li Twelve Lang did, Li Mu finally showed a hint of surprise on his face:
“He actually has some courage this time.”
Then he leaned back on the chair and looked up to the sky, thinking for a moment, and suddenly laughed again, "No, I'm afraid I was scared by the prince."
Recalling that he was used by the Prime Minister to test the man he is now, the smile on Li Mu's face became even brighter.
Now it seems that I still have to thank the prime minister...
Li Mu was thinking about thanking the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, and Adou also felt that he had to thank Feng Yong.
Compared with the hard days of the past, now the palace can use whatever it wants, eat whatever it wants, wear whatever it wants, and spend whatever it wants.
I don’t know how nourishing my life is.
No, even my father-in-law discussed with me and asked me to use the money from the inner government to rebuild the Northern and Southern armies.
Although the money is a bit painful to spend, it is well spent.
Also, the queen finally became pregnant again. Although this was the manifestation of Emperor Gaozu, Feng Yong also had a share of the credit.
If it weren't for the doctors in his house, I don't know if the queen's hidden illnesses could have been cured.
So this time when Feng Yong returned to Hanzhong, Adou decided to thank him in person.
There are still Cao thieves who have not retreated to the east of Hanzhong, and Xiang's father leads the army there on his own, so it is not possible to welcome the returning victorious general on a large scale.
But it is still okay for the emperor to greet the future general in private.
“Marquis Feng fought hard against Cao Cao’s thieves in Xiaoguan, and rushed back to Hanzhong in this cold weather. It’s really hard work. Come on, come on, let’s drink some hot soup to warm up.”
In the temporary palace in Hanzhong, Adou entertained Feng Junhou warmly.
“Knowing that Marquis Feng was not used to eating outside, the Queen specially sent someone to Nanxiang to hire a cook.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Feng Yong quickly stood up.
“Sit, sit, sit!” A Dou signaled quickly, “I already told you that this is a family banquet, so there is no need to be so polite.”
"Yes, there are no outsiders present, so there is no need to be so polite."
Zhang Xingcai, who was sitting next to Adou, said with a smile.
Feng Yong looked around. Except for the queen and Zhang Xingyi, there was no one else.
It’s a family dinner, well, that’s not wrong.
While Zhang Xingcai was speaking, Feng Yong quickly lowered his eyes, seemingly not daring to look at the queen.
But at that moment, he used his peripheral vision to catch her and Zhang Xingyi sitting together. The two sisters' eyebrows were quite similar, but their expressions were different.
Feng Junhou lowered his head and repeated silently:
“Adou and I are brothers-in-law. This is a family dinner. Yes, this is a family dinner..."
Finally he raised his head and said to Adou: "Your Majesty, this is what you said, so I won't be polite."
"Why are you being polite? There is no need to be polite. I also want to ask Marquis Feng about the situation in the battle at Xiaoguan!"
Adou moved his body and got as close to Feng Yong as possible, his little eyes shining brightly:
“Marquis Feng, you don’t know. When the news that you were blocked in the east of Xiaoguan by the Cao thief reached Hanzhong, I didn’t know how worried I was.”
"Even the queen can't eat anything. What she's afraid of is that my great man has lost a good minister!"
Feng Yongdao: "Thank you, Your Majesty and the Queen are worried about me. I am really scared."
"Don't be afraid! What are you afraid of!" Adou's voice suddenly became louder, "You don't know, when the news of Xiaoguan's victory came, not to mention me, even my father-in-law..."
At this point, Adou himself burst out laughing, "I have never seen my father-in-law laugh so loudly in my life."
“Not to mention those ministers, even I didn’t dare to believe it at the beginning. Twenty thousand is more than one hundred thousand! It’s comparable to the Battle of Chibi back then.”
“Everyone was afraid that this was false news, so they rushed to my father-in-law and me to inquire about the news.”
“After confirming that this was true, many veterans even cried bitterly, saying that the revival of the Han Dynasty was already visible!”
Adou said incessantly, the little fat face shining with excitement.
Although we are talking about Feng Yong, he seems more like the protagonist, laughing heartily from time to time.
It can be seen that this young monarch actually also has an ambitious side.
"If it weren't for the fact that there are still Cao thieves in the east of Hanzhong who have not retreated, I would have had a grand celebration banquet. Even so, I don't know how many people were drunk in those days in Hanzhong."
"I sent people from the palace to your Xinghanhui warehouse, but they couldn't find a jar of wine, hahaha..."
“Those good wines that were going to be shipped to Liangzhou were intercepted halfway by someone who paid a high price.”
Adou Yue said, getting closer to Feng Yong, "Fortunately, I still have a few altars in the palace."
“The only regret is that when everyone was celebrating in Hanzhong, you, the person who should be there most, was not there.”
“Today you finally come back, please let me congratulate Feng Hou!”
As he spoke, he reached out and found that the ear cup was still empty.
"Why are you so stunned? Why don't you go and pour wine for your brother-in-law and Marquis Feng?"
Zhang Xingcai pushed his sister and reminded her.
Zhang Xingyi usually hates other people getting drunk, but today is a special case.
She stood up with a smile, picked up the small wine jar, and poured wine for Adou first.
Then he turned around and poured wine for Feng Yong.
But seeing that bright wrist like a beautiful jade, eyes like autumn water, smile like a blooming flower, he leaned down and exhaled like a orchid:
"Feng Junhou, I know that you don't like drinking either, but today is different from the past. You have a good wine to honor the hero, so please drink to win."
Zhang Xingcai, who was far away, held up his palms and smiled and said: "Well said, wine is a toast to the hero. If it weren't for my inconvenience, I would have to pour wine for Marquis Feng myself even if I had no choice."
Zhang Xingcai was pregnant and could not drink. In order to avoid the smell of alcohol, she sat a little further away.
Adou saw the queen speak up, and quickly added: "It's very, very, very, very good. Come, I respect Marquis Feng who has made great contributions to the Han Dynasty."
Feng Yong saw that this was wrong. I didn’t even have time to take a bite of the food, so you want me to drink it?
This is not the sour wine of the past, but it is as authentic as a distilled wine.
My body is not the kind of body that was tested by alcohol in my previous life. If I drink it on an empty stomach like this, I am afraid I will be half drunk first.
It was just a toast from the emperor, so how could Feng Tubao refuse?
More importantly, Adou was sitting next to him and almost had an arm around him, so he couldn't even think of being lazy.
At that moment, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a deep breath.
Fortunately, this is honey wine, which is quite suitable to Feng Yong's taste, and the alcohol content is not too high, so it can hold up.
After finishing the drink, just as I was about to pick up some food, Zhang Xingyi on the side immediately filled it up again:
"The Prime Minister is not here, but here is this cup. Your Majesty is here to honor the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister once said that in this battle between the kings and princes, the foundation of our great Han Dynasty has been established. Sooner or later, Guanzhong will win. Please drink to win!"
Adou's little eyes narrowed with laughter, and he said repeatedly: "It's absolutely true! That's exactly what the prime minister said, Marquis Feng, please!"
Again?
Feng Junhou took a deep breath and drank again.
“This cup is to express my gratitude to you, the prince, on behalf of us members of the royal family. To be honest, your prince has helped the royal family a lot over the years. Please drink it!”
Zhang Xingyi smiled sweetly, her eyes moved, and she advised softly.
Feng Junhou raised his head and looked at the beauty: I found that you are very good at talking. How about giving you my reputation as a clever talker?
Zhang Xingyi’s crescent moons seem to be able to speak: Why don’t you drink quickly?
“Yes, yes, yes! The prince will definitely drink this cup!”
Adou continued.
Are you a follower?
Whatever the queen says, you say yes, yes, yes; whatever the sister-in-law says, you say yes, yes, yes, yes!
Feng Yong resisted the slander in his heart, drank another large glass, and then looked sideways at Zhang Xingyi: Tell me again!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xingyi said with a smile, "After three rounds of wine, please enjoy it."
Then he turned around and sat back down.
ah?
Can I eat it?
Feng Junhou was stunned.
“Come on, come on! This is the braised pork I specially asked the chef to make. Please try it, Marquis Feng. Is it any different from the one at your house?”
Adou pushed a plate of braised pork in front of Feng Yong.
“If this banquet does not have braised pork, it would not be considered a high-quality banquet.”
In Adou’s opinion, this braised pork is one of the most delicious foods.
Feng Yong picked up a piece of meat that was half fat and half lean, put it into his mouth, and then took the opportunity to take a few mouthfuls of rice: "It's delicious!"
Emma!
Finally, I have something to cushion my stomach.
Adou also took a few bites and then said:
"Feng Qing, after the battle of Xiaoguan, some of my subordinates said that there is really nothing to worry about in Guanzhong. Cao's thieves can be returned to the old capital just around the corner. Do you think we can march into Guanzhong next year?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yong quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, shook his head hurriedly and said:
"Your Majesty, this is a way of underestimating the enemy. It is not the way to know a soldier. This time Cao Cao's thieves invaded with many calculations. If Cao thieves hadn't underestimated the officers and soldiers in Xiaowei Mansion, I'm afraid I would have taken it seriously as some people said. Fell under Xiaoguan."
"Although Qi Chen defeated Cao Zhen's army of 100,000 men, it was only defeated, not annihilated. After the war, I estimated that there should be 50,000 or 60,000 traitors who escaped from this battle."
"It is better to expect more enemies than to expect fewer enemies. Therefore, based on this calculation, there are at least one hundred thousand Cao thieves in Guanzhong."
“After this battle, although we will not be able to attack again, we should be able to defend the city. Moreover, the Cao thieves are strong, and I am afraid they will be able to supplement them from Guandong soon.”
In the Battle of Xiaoguan, Cao Zhen lost his elite troops, and the Wei army in Guanzhong was severely damaged.
But that was in exchange for serious casualties among the officers and soldiers of the school captain's office.
“Within two years, Xiaowei Mansion will not be able to fight another war.”
The military service currently implemented by the Han Dynasty is a semi-professional and semi-recruitment system. The soldiers serving in the Han Dynasty are professional soldiers and the auxiliary soldiers are conscripts.
The main soldiers can be exempted from corvée service, and the auxiliary soldiers can be exempted from corvee service every three years.
In this way, the combat strength of the army can be maintained while having sufficient reserve resources.
In recent years, the dependence of the Nanzhong Yi and Longyou Hu people, coupled with the identified hidden population, provided the Han with sufficient sources of troops.
Especially the Nanzhong Yi people and some Longyou Hu people are very high-quality sources of soldiers.
They are proud to die in battle and do not want to stay sick and sick. This custom allows them to not fear casualties on the battlefield.
But there is a prerequisite, and that is how to make them sincerely join.
After solving this premise, and as the Han national power has become stronger and stronger in recent years, many things can be afforded.
Being too anxious will ruin the current good situation.
Hearing Feng Yong’s opinion, the queen’s eyes flashed, she stood up and bowed to Feng Yong Yingying:
“Marquis Feng is a great talent! The great man has made it possible because of his hard work, Marquis Feng. Please accept my respect.”
Adou was listening in rapt attention. When he saw the Queen acting like this, he finally woke up and quickly stood up and cupped his hands and said:
“That’s right, that’s right!”
Little Fatty, this yes man!
How could Feng Yong dare to accept the emperor's bow? He quickly got up and got out of the way.
Zhang Xingyi, on the other hand, was watching impatiently: "Oh, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, you are like this, why don't you let me have a good meal? Sir, come here, have another drink!"
Speaking, he came over and filled Feng Yong's glass with wine.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Adou said quickly, “Drink, drink!”
Feng Yong's face turned green and he couldn't help but glare at Zhang Xingyi, "What good will it do you if I get drunk to death?"
(End of this chapter)