Chapter 840 Returning home
Farewell to General Zhao, Feng Junhou finally ended his days of fun and left Jicheng towards Pingxiang.
The journey along the Tongwei River is very easy.
After all, Pingxiang has been closely connected with Jicheng in recent years.
There are countless caravans coming and going every month.
Most of the wool produced in Pingxiang must pass through Jicheng, and then be sent to three directions in Jicheng, Hanzhong, Guanzhong and Liangzhou.
At the same time, all kinds of materials transported from Shu must also pass through Jicheng and then be sent to Pingxiang.
So this road opened along both sides of the Wei River is extremely important.
In recent years, the Xiaowei Mansion has also specially mobilized engineering battalions and recruited a large number of Hu Yi manpower to expand and repair the road.
At the same time, a large number of Hu Yi laborers who initially rebelled against the Han and were captured were also put in.
For Feng Gui Wang, in terms of infrastructure, what he lacks now is not basic planning and grassroots foremans, but a large amount of labor.
Feng Ghost King’s thirst for labor is never-ending.
Other families only wanted laborers who knew how to farm, and later developed into Hu women who knew how to weave at most, but King Feng Gui was different.
He wants all kinds of things.
If you don’t know how to farm, go to the construction site or the mine. As long as you have hands and feet, there will always be a place for you.
Even children are potential candidates for naturalization.
Pronounce a few more a's, o's, and e's, and read a few more sentences "The descendants will not seek Xia, and the barbarians will not disturb China", and then use a specious Xialuo pronunciation: "I am a person from Yongliang..."
Wouldn’t that mean we would become a Han people?
What supports this expansion must be based on sufficient food supply.
This is why Feng Yong, even though he clearly had enough staple food, still asked the second wife of the Xu family to find ways to open up wasteland and prepare for wasteland and store grain.
Walking on this road, Feng Yong and his group were so crowded that even if they wanted to keep a low profile, it would be difficult.
Even if there was no flag, any business travelers on the road with a little bit of discernment would know that it must be the driver of some big shot in the school captain's mansion, and they would take the initiative to avoid it.
Zhang Xingyi lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out.
I saw people and cars passing by on the road, all walking in groups, and few walking alone.
Without looking at anything else, just by looking at the ox carts, horse carts and donkey carts, you can tell that most of these caravans traveling in groups have heels.
Because ordinary people simply cannot save so many cattle, horses and donkeys.
Even now that Longyou has been established, Yuexi has also begun to sell large livestock.
However, apart from the fact that the government specifically rents cattle, large livestock used for farming, to farmers, the rest are basically still in the hands of large households.
For families who mainly farm, cattle are more valuable than horses.
There is a considerable part of the cultivated land in Shu. It is paddy field, and horses cannot pull the plow.
More importantly, although the eight-ox plow was introduced to those aristocratic families, a part of the hidden population was liberated.
But the oxen they needed to use were much more than before.
That is to say, Cangtou Qianshou had the habit of cultivating without oxen and using people to pull plows.
Coupled with the ranch that Feng Yong has opened in Hanzhong from the beginning, as well as the large-scale development of Yuexi later, it can provide a relatively stable channel for large-scale livestock sales and leasing.
This is why the contradiction between supply and demand for farm cattle and farmland has not been exacerbated.
As of now, Hanzhong, Yuexi and Longyou can all supply cattle for farming.
However, even if a family with a cow is no longer the village tyrant, it is at least still the top family in the village.
As for those who can use oxen to pull carts and transport goods, there is no one else except the aristocratic family and the powerful.
Even a rich local with thousands of acres of fertile land would be distressed to the point of vomiting blood if he really had to take out a few cows to haul so much goods and walk such a long distance.
Among the people coming and going, what is a bit special is that there are also some barbarians mixed in among the caravans.
Zhang Xingyi knew that these Hu people were basically converted from the Hu people tribe who originally went to Qishan to help transport grain to the Xiaowei Mansion.
Initially, it was because the Yunnan horses in the hands of the Xinghan Hui could not leave Qishan in winter, so the Xiaowei Mansion asked the Hu people to transport their own rations to Qishan.
Later, the Xiaowei Mansion selected some tribes that passed the inspection and granted them qualifications to help deliver supplies.
Of course, you will be paid afterwards.
This can be regarded as a benefit provided by the Xiaowei Mansion to the tribes that were the first to surrender to the Han Dynasty.
At the later stage, the foundation of Xiaowei Mansion became stronger and stronger, and many barbarians began to look down on this little profit.
They either open pastures and exploit labor to earn surplus value, or they let the tribesmen join the voluntary service and work hard for them to earn a future.
Those with a darker heart would just use the clan members as labor, package up some and sell them to King Feng Gui, in order to earn the first pot of gold as quickly as possible, and at the same time gain the favor of King Feng Gui.
Then find a way to clear yourself.
Delivering supplies to Xiaowei Mansion is one of the escape routes left by King Feng Gui for this small group of shady Qu Shuai.
Although at first glance, the profits gained are not as much as those of the smart people before.
But it is a steady stream of livelihood. As long as the school captain's house still needs to transport supplies, they can continue to live on this.
As long as they are mature enough, even if King Feng Gui doesn't care about Longyou in the future, can the government really replace it with someone else?
The rule in the army has always been that when it comes to material supply, it is better to use the familiar than to use it raw. No one dares to make any changes unless absolutely necessary.
After all, this is a matter of life and death in the army.
If something goes wrong by chance, your head will be lost.
Of course, if the Han Dynasty can control Liangzhou in the future, then this channel will only last longer and be more profitable.
But if the Han Dynasty loses Longyou...
Feng Gui Wang said: It’s not my territory, so what do I care about it?
Even if I want to take charge of it, I have to agree with Wei Thief, right?
So everyone must work hard and never let the Wei thieves come back again, otherwise the good days will be gone, and you can’t blame me!
Zhang Xingyi looked at the barbarians outside who were holding their chests and bending over towards him. Knowing that they were saluting the ceremonial team of the principal's mansion, he turned around and said with a smile:
“Now in the eyes of the Hu people in Yongliang, the Xiaowei Mansion is really prestigious.”
He led the guards with integrity, dealt with their grievances, walked around every year, asked about their sufferings, sent envoys to communicate with the people, made the Qiang barbarians outside the fortress the eyes and ears of the officials, and sent thousands of horses out of the fortress to pursue the captives.
Hundred years of Qiang chaos in Liangzhou have made people gradually forget the majesty of the former Han Dynasty's Qiang Protector.
After the Battle of Xiaoguan, the land of Yongliang finally welcomed an extremely powerful Qiang-protecting captain.
The thief is brave and the concubine will obey.
Feng Yong, who was lying faceless in the car, looked at the beauty with a smile, and couldn't help but feel a little excited:
“Do you want to see how famous he is?”
Zhang Xingyi blinked: "What do you mean?"
Feng Yongyong answered and ordered directly to the outside:
“Comer.”
“What are your orders, Your Majesty?”
“Send the order and raise my flag.”
“No!”
“Your Majesty has orders, raise the flag!”
“Your Majesty has orders, raise the flag!”
…
The orders were passed down one after another. Amidst the whining of horns, the flag with the word "Feng" was quickly raised at the front of the team.
The business travelers on the official road were like a pot exploding, and people and horses started neighing.
Many of the Hu people who originally held up their chests to salute fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xingyi kicked him dissatisfied, "You were the one who said not to disturb the people by raising flags. Now look outside..."
Feng Yong laughed: "We are almost at Pingxiang. If we hide the flag, I'm afraid the sergeants from the Principal's Mansion will be dispatched to surround us."
“I don’t want to be a Qiang guard surrounded by my own soldiers as if they were unknown enemies.”
Although Pingxiang had already notified it, the Xiangting system rebuilt by Feng Yong himself also played a warning role in many cases.
Especially in Pingxiang, which is the administrative seat of the Qiang Protectorate, many villages and forts were specially set up on its periphery for early warning purposes.
As long as more than a certain number of teams enter a certain range around Pingxiang, they will be targeted by these villages and Wubao.
If the team cannot prove their identity in time, the combat readiness system will be activated.
This can also be regarded as a way to hide troops from the people.
Sure enough, not long after, the front of the team slowed down, and then Feng Yong saw a group of ten cavalrymen beside the official road turning around and running towards Pingxiang again.
They should have been preparing to come for questioning. They happened to see the team raising a flag. After contacting the team's leading officer, they now returned to Pingxiang to report the news.
Feng Yong looked at their retreating figures and nodded slightly, quite satisfied.
Because this happens to be the area that enters the official alert zone, the alert should have been activated.
Zhang Xingyi stayed close to Feng Yong, followed his gaze, and naturally saw that scene.
She couldn't help but said with some surprise:
“Why have I gone so many times and never seen this happening?”
What’s even weirder is, why do you not even know about this when you are in charge of the Secretariat?
She looked at Feng Yong with inquiring eyes.
“Ahem, this is related to city defense and military affairs. Specifically, Sanniang is in charge...”
Feng Junhou’s eyes flickered.
Zhang Xingyi sneered, and then kicked him bitterly: "Partial!"
Feng Junhou said "Ouch" and was kicked out of the car.
Then he quickly got on his horse and said, "Speed up!"
“Your Majesty gives the order, hurry up and move forward!”
“Speed up and move forward!”
The whole team started to trot.
It's just a pain for the students who are following at the end. They are not as experienced as these guards, and they are not from professional ranks.
This one was unprepared and without any preparation, the team immediately fell into disarray.
“Quick, quick, quick! Accelerate urgently.”
Zhang Yuan quickly organized his team, while secretly complaining in his heart:
“The mountain chief said earlier that he performed well and passed the assessment. I didn’t expect this trick..."
He was not afraid, but the junior students from the school were a little overwhelmed.
Feng Guanshi, who was favored, got the specific location of Feng Junhou, calculated the time accurately, held a child in one hand, and stood at the gate of the school captain's house, waiting for her Alang to return.
As soon as Feng Junhou, who was riding majesticly on his horse, saw the two little figures carved in pink and jade at the door of the mansion, he got off his horse and ran over:
“My little baby, you miss me so much!”
As he said that, he stretched out his hands to pick up his children.
Ah Chong looked at the tall man rushing toward her with windy footsteps. He felt that even standing at his mother's feet was not safe, so he subconsciously wanted to hide behind him.
Shuangshuang looked at Feng Junhou warily, and then suddenly shouted "Hey, hey, hey", stretched out his short legs and kicked a few times to prevent Feng Yong from getting close to him.
“It’s done!”
Feng Junhou slapped his thigh and said to his wife, "Let me tell you, when I leave, the child will not recognize me again."
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, pulled Ah Chong out, and then lifted both of them up so that her short legs could stand up so that she could no longer kick them out.
“A Chong, Shuangshuang, is called Master.”
Ah Chong raised his head and glanced at his mother, then at Feng Yong, and then at the door of his house behind him without saying a word.
Shuangshuang was straightforward, pointing to the captain's mansion behind them, and said in a sweet voice:
“My lord is inside…”
Holy shit!
Feng Junhou suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Guan Ji tremblingly.
You bitch, how long have I been away? How dare you... How dare you? !
Love is a light…
When Guan Ji heard Shuangshuang's words, she subconsciously wanted to laugh, but then she forced herself to hold it back. Looking at Feng Junhou's wonderful expression, she couldn't hold it back any longer and let out a "thump".
Are you **** laughing?
Do you still have the nerve to smile?
If I couldn't beat you, believe it or not, I would have drawn my sword on the spot and spattered blood for five steps?
“Let’s talk about it when we get home.”
Feng Junhou gritted his teeth, snorted, and stepped through the door, but he heard someone behind him say:
“Ah Chong, Shuangshuang, do you still remember me? Come and call my aunt...”
Hearing Zhang Xiaosi's voice, Feng Junhou's anger was instantly reduced by half.
It was Guan Ji who narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw Zhang Xingyi getting out of the car.
The young lady of the Zhang family was already known as a beautiful lady.
Now, only more than three months have passed, and it is even more amazing than before.
The face was radiant, with no trace of fatigue from the journey at all.
“First, let’s go back to the house first. Why are you standing at the door?”
Feng Junhou swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said dryly.
“Okay, okay, let’s go, come on, sister, let me hug Ah Chong, I almost miss them to death.”
Zhang Xingyi didn't seem to notice the faint murderous look in Guan Ji's eyes, and just walked inside with Ah Chong in his arms.
At this time, Feng Junhou was even more sensitive than the woman who solved the case. He felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
It’s so careless, it’s so careless!
The group of people stepped into the backyard. They suddenly pointed at a big stone at the door and shouted: "Sir."
Feng Yong looked at Guan Ji in shock.
Guan Ji smiled faintly: "I was afraid that the children would forget how to shout, so I asked them to shout at the rocks every day. I didn't expect it, but they got used to it."
“Puch…haha…”
After Zhang Xingyi heard this, he staggered with laughter on the spot and almost threw Ah Chong in his arms to the ground.
“Be careful!”
Feng Yong quickly stepped up and took Ah Chong.
Then he said to Guan Ji with a dry smile: "It's good, it's good. At least I haven't forgotten what you call me..."
“Alang is making fun of my concubine.”
Guan Ji smiled softly.
It’s night, and Junhou Feng can’t have a moment of peace.
Early the next morning, Amei came in with toiletries to serve, but she saw Feng Junhou sitting by the couch blankly, with dull eyes, a blue complexion, and black eye circles, like a living dead whose soul had been sucked out.
(End of this chapter)