Farmer of Shu Han

Back in Chang'an City, night has fallen.

After Feng Junhou had dinner, he went to see the prime minister, and found that the prime minister was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, reading a book by a candle.

Seeing Feng Yong coming in, Zhuge Liang just raised his head slightly, and then gestured to the stove not far away.

Feng Yong understood, walked over, picked up the kettle on the stove, poured a bowl of hot water, and handed it to the prime minister.

The prime minister put the book upside down on his knee, took the bowl and drank a couple of sips.

Feng Junhou took the opportunity to stretch his neck to look, and saw the four big characters "Loyalty and Justice" written on the cover.

"Alas?"

"how?"

The prime minister drank the water, put the bowl on the small table at the head of the bed, and glanced at Feng Yong.

"The prime minister actually sees this?"

"Why, I can't see it?"

"No, no." Feng Yong waved his hands again and again, then glanced at the prime minister and coughed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that the prime minister would be in the mood to read this book."

"What's the matter with this book? Over the years, the loyalty and righteousness of the great man has become more and more popular, but this book is the beginning."

As he spoke, the prime minister patted the paper lightly, and said with emotion:

"I still remember that after the First World War in Yiling, the country was in danger. There were rumors in the world that this was caused by the unkindness of the emperor of the Han family."

"Some people even said that the traitors of Wei usurped the Han Dynasty by replacing the inhumane with benevolence, and that it was the destiny of heaven, which made the people of Shu panic and uneasy."

"It wasn't until this book was circulated in Hanzhong that those rumors died down."

Speaking of this, the Prime Minister looked at Feng Yong, "Confucius said benevolence, and Mencius took righteousness. It's really fortunate that you can come up with this method."

Looking back now, the appearance of "Loyalty and Justice" was just the beginning of weakening the family's control over public opinion.

Feng Yong sat on the side of the couch, hehe smiled and said:

"In this world, the ones who are least qualified to say that Han Zuo is exhausted are Cao Bandit and those aristocratic righties who support Cao Bandit."

"The generations of the ancestors, even more than a dozen generations, have been eating Han's salary. In the end, they say that the big man is unkind, and he has usurped things. He is really an unfaithful and unrighteous person."

The prime minister pointed at Feng Yong and smiled heartily:

"Hahaha, isn't that the case? This book talks about loyalty and unparalleled things, but it actually implies that some people are unfaithful and unrighteous."

Then he raised the book again, "This book of yours can be regarded as a biography for the late emperor and Zhang Guan, two old monarchs."

"If not, I'm afraid it would not be so easy for you to marry the tiger daughter of the Guan family."

Feng Junhou coughed, as if shy:

"Don't dare to say that, Prime Minister, this book is written by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, it has nothing to do with me."

When the prime minister heard the words, he chuckled and said contemptuously, "What are you afraid of? It's just you and me here, why should we be so careful?"

Feng Yong sighed: "I'm afraid of death!"

The prime minister was startled: "What is social death?"

"Social death."

"What is dead or not, why do you say something indistinct? It's weird, let's explain it clearly."

Feng Junhou sighed again: "Prime Minister, in this world, I don't know how many people want to know the true face of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, but no one has ever been able to do so."

"People in the world only know that I have a very good personal relationship with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng. Even I myself have admitted this to others more than once."

"If one day, the fact that I and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng are the same person is exposed, how can I face those who believe it?"

The prime minister looked at the man's bitter face, and burst into laughter: "Feng Mingwen, you have today too!"

After the two chatted and laughed, the prime minister finally couldn't help asking: "I heard that you left the city today?"

"Yes." Feng Yong nodded without hiding anything, "something happened in the army."

When the prime minister heard the words, he showed concern as expected: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Feng Yong stated in a flat tone as much as possible, "It's just that there is something wrong with the food."

"Food and grass?" The prime minister frowned, "Isn't there always enough food and grass? What could go wrong?"

Look, that's what I asked Li Feng at the time.

Feng Yong nodded and said: "There is indeed no shortage of food and grass, but there is something wrong with the deployment of food and grass in the army."

The prime minister's gaze froze, and he looked at Feng Yong.

Food and grass are the source of life for the army, and any problem is a big deal, how can there be a small thing?

Feng Yong went on to explain:

"Li Haoxuan, the ration officer in the army, came to me and said that today should be the day to distribute rations to the battalions, but he has not received an order to distribute rations."

When the prime minister heard this, he interrupted and asked: "Who is in charge of the distribution of grain and grass in the army now? Is it still Yang Weigong?"

Feng Yong expressed frankly: "The rules in the army are set by the prime minister, and I don't know much about the Hanzhong army, so I always follow the old rules."

Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, otherwise if something goes wrong, he will really be responsible for it.

When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's words, he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he asked slowly:

"That is to say, Duke Yang Wei has dereliction of duty?"

"Not really." Feng Yong didn't have the slightest thought of embellishment, but just told the truth, "Before coming here, Li Haoxuan had already met Yang Weigong."

"I heard that he caught wind and cold last night, and fell ill today, unable to manage affairs, so the allocation of food and grass was delayed."

"That's really a coincidence." The prime minister scratched the book cover with his withered fingers, then raised his head to look at Feng Yong, "Do you believe it?"

"I...should... believe it?" Feng Yong smacked his lips. "He is still sick on the bed. The medical staff in the army have seen it, and he is not pretending to be sick."

"It's no wonder you believe it!" The Prime Minister gave him an angry look, "I still don't know how to curse!"

"Prime Minister, you can't say that. As the saying goes, you don't care about your heart. I have been busy all day today, and I have personally allocated food and grass for the soldiers in the army."

"I didn't blame Yang Changshi in the slightest. Oh, by the way, I asked General Guan to visit Yang Changshi on my behalf."

The Prime Minister looked at him suspiciously: "Which General Guan?"

Feng Junhou looked strange: "Of course it is Guan Hujun (Guan Xing is the Central Guard), otherwise who else?"

If I really wanted to send Guan Huwei there, it would definitely not be to inspect his condition, but to hang Yang Yi up and smoke him.

"Then how do you plan to deal with Yang Weigong?"

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty did not ask how Feng Yong solved the grain and grass incident.

Tangtang Feng Wenhe, if he can't even solve this problem, his reputation will be ruined.

So instead he asked another question.

Hearing the prime minister's question, Feng Yong knew that he was really planning to delegate power to himself.

So he thought for a while and replied:

"I thought about it when I went back to the city. Mr. Yang Wei might be too old, so if the weather is a little colder, his body won't be able to bear it and he will fall ill."

"Right now, he can't be in charge, so I thought, if I don't take him to the city to recuperate in peace of mind, or if I let him get sick, others will say that I don't care about my subordinates."

If you want to let this old man Yang Yi gossip, then you must let him gossip.

Feng Zhengxi is famous all over the world, how can he break his promise and become fat?

When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he didn't speak immediately, but pondered for a while, and then asked:

"Then who do you plan to let take over everything in the military?"

"Guan, Zhang, Wu, three generals are enough. For daily military affairs, these three people can discuss and do it, and just report to me afterward."

"If the matter is unresolved, I will handle it myself, and at the same time I will send several staff members to help with specific matters."

The time for Feng Yong to take charge of all matters is short.

These days, most of the daily military affairs of the Hanzhong army were handled by Yang Yi.

All Feng Yong has to do is to roughly look at the results of the processing every day, and then pick out the key points, and report briefly to the prime minister.

Ma Shan is ridden by others, and Ren Shan is bullied by others.

I used to want to take care of the face of everyone in the army, but I didn't expect that someone would actually push their noses.

Now I will put a few nails in front of me first!

When the Liangzhou Staff Group arrives, I will crush anyone who dares to jump again!

It takes ten years to grow trees, but a hundred years to grow people.

Alone at the beginning, with at most a maidservant, Amei, and a student dog, I can fight my way out of the family's monopoly of intellectual resources.

Now that the lecture hall can train many students every year, is it still afraid of a few veterans?

When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he couldn't help but "tsk": "Just say that you want to suppress Wei Wenchang."

Feng Yong replied: "It's not my desire to suppress it, but Wei Wenchang's temperament is too high, how can he be willing to submit to me? Asking him to help me is the same as seeking humiliation from him."

When the prime minister heard the words, he was silent again, and only sighed after a long time:

"I originally thought that as long as I was still here, even if Yang Yi and Wei Yan were dissatisfied with your temporary supervision of Guanzhong, they would not do anything out of line."

"I didn't expect that Yang Weigong, who has followed me for many years, is so ignorant of the general situation, that's all, let's do as you want."

Over the years, Yang Weigong and Wei Wenchang not only have the same evil as their colleagues, but also have a fierce relationship with each other.

If I hadn't cherished the talents of the two of them and tried my best to protect them, I'm afraid they would have been squeezed out long ago.

It's just that I can tolerate them, but I can't demand that the latecomers can treat them like that.

Not to mention how could they easily bow to Feng Mingwen with their tempers?

As prime minister, Zhuge Liang chose the former between the prestige of his successor and the maintenance of the old ministry.

Still, he cautioned:

"It's just that these two people have contributed to the country, even if you don't want to use their talents, you can't force them too much, lest others think you are a domineering person."

Feng Yongben was still thinking about how to deal with the battalion led by Wei Yan.

Hearing what the prime minister said, and remembering Guan Xing's reminder to him today, he had no choice but to put this topic down for the time being.

Right now, the prime minister allowed him to accept Yang Yi's power, even if he had fulfilled his first stage goal.

Anyway, there is no war for the time being, let Wei Yanling's original battalion stay in place first, and we will see the situation later.

After all, Yang Yi and Wei Yan, one is the chief history of the army, and the other is the general of the army.

If you are taken down by yourself at this time, it will really hinder your reputation and it will not be conducive to the later work.

The next day, more than a hundred horsemen galloped out of Chang'an City, and came to the camp outside the city again.

Zhang Yuan led the people directly outside Yang Yi's camp, and said:

"According to the order of General Zhengxi, a special medical worker came to treat Yang Changshi."

After a while, Yang Yi's voice sounded from inside the tent: "Come in."

Zhang Yuan walked to the tent door: "Yang Changshi, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the thick tent door and entered the tent.

At this time, Yang Yi was wearing a robe, half lying on the army couch, reading with a scroll in her hand.

Sensing Zhang Yuan and others entering the tent, he didn't lift his head:

"What? Does Feng Mingwen not trust Li Haoxuan and Guan Anguo, or do he not trust the medical workers in the army? He even sent someone over to check it out himself. Could it be that he really suspected that I was pretending to be sick?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded like his throat was really uncomfortable.

However, what he said was extremely blunt, and even faintly carried the meaning of provoking dissension.

It's just that Zhang Yuan, as a big brother in the martial arts hall, has been fighting with Feng Junhou all these years.

How can it be easy for someone to be promoted from a commoner to the position of deputy chief of staff next to Feng Junhou?

But seeing him smiling, he said in a gentle voice:

"Yang Changshi was too worried. The lord was just worried that Yang Changshi's body would not be able to withstand the cold, so he specially sent the best medical workers over to take a look."

"So, do I still have to thank him?"

Yang Yi raised her eyelids and sneered.

The smile on Zhang Yuan's face didn't change a bit:

"Yang Changshi was joking. Junhou said that he is in charge of military affairs at the beginning, and he will ask Chang Shi for advice in the future, so he is very concerned about Chang Shi's body."

"Heh!" Yang Yi glanced at Zhang Yuan, "Smart talker!"

I don't know if I'm talking about someone Feng or Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang.

Zhang Yuan's eyes finally changed, and he said that he could, but if he talked about his mountain master, then he couldn't!

The smile on his face became softer:

"Yang Changshi, you are too angry to hurt your body. You have to take care of your health. Why don't we let the medical staff diagnose it first?"

Yang Yi stretched out her arms and said disdainfully, "Come on!"

Is it pretending to be sick? Doesn't he know it himself?

So he was not afraid at all that the medical workers sent by Feng Wenhe would see any problems.

Zhang Yuan gestured to Fan Qi, Feng Junhou's personal physician.

Fan Qi stepped forward, bowed and felt his pulse.

After a while, Fan Qi took a few steps back and said softly to Zhang Yuan:

"Chief of Staff Zhang, Yang Changshi really has a cold."

As if confirming Fan Qi's words, Yang Yi suddenly coughed violently.

Zhang Yuan showed concern:

"Yang Changshi doesn't seem to be seriously ill?"

"Uh," Fan Qi hesitated, "This cold can be big or small. If it can be treated in time, it can be cured quickly."

"If you are not careful, if the condition suddenly worsens, it will be very troublesome, and it may even endanger your life."

Zhang Yuan frowned, nodded, and agreed: "Yes, there are many precedents in the military."

When Yang Yi heard this, she couldn't help but cast a strange glance at the two of them.

The person Feng Wenhe sent over seemed to be speaking for him?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan suddenly took two steps forward and looked at Yang Yi with concern:

"Yang Changshi, the conditions in the army are poor, which is not conducive to recuperation, and Chang Shi is old and frail. In order to avoid delaying his illness, Yuan boldly suggested that Chang Shi go to Chang'an City for treatment."

When Yang Yi heard this, her eyes widened immediately, she looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief, and cursed angrily: "Thief, who are you calling old and frail?"

Zhang Yuan ignored him, turned his head and said: "Come here soon?"

Several strong soldiers rushed in from outside the tent.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan seemed to be serious, Yang Yi panicked:

"Stop! Do you know who I am? I am the commander of the army. If Feng thief bullies me like this, isn't he afraid that the prime minister will blame him?"

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, leaned into Yang Yi's ear, and said softly:

"Yang Changshi, you also know that you are just a long history, and the head of the mountain is the governor of Liangzhou, the general who led the conquest of the west, and the Marquis of Quanting in Juejie Street, holding the scepter bestowed by the emperor."

"Now everything in Guanzhong is under the temporary supervision of the head of the mountain. Who do you think is more important in the eyes of the prime minister?"

Yang Yi was stunned when she heard this.

Zhang Yuan stood up straight, looked at the somewhat sluggish Yang Yi, and showed a soft smile on his face again:

"Yang Changshi, please don't make it difficult for me. If we really want to make trouble, both of us will lose face."

Yang Yi suddenly raised her head and shouted: "I want to see the prime minister!"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "The prime minister is in the city, and when I enter the city, I will personally report the meaning of the history to the head of the mountain. Now, please?"

Soon, news spread in the camp:

Yang Changshi's condition worsened and he needed to go to the city for medical treatment. Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, and Wu Ban will discuss and deal with all matters in the camp for the time being.

The whole army was shocked!