Farmer of Shu Han

"Does Wenxuan know about the fee?"

"Of course I know." Li Wei's eyes showed doubts, "Why, did he offend brother?"

"Not really." Feng Yong shook his head, "I'm just curious about this person."

From Fei Shi's impression, he only remembered persuading Guan Yu to accept the title.

When this person came to the back, Feng Yong lost his impression, as if he had disappeared from the crowd, and had no chance to appear on the stage.

In addition, Zhuge Liang seemed to have some concerns in persuading himself not to mention this person, so Feng Yong wanted to ask curiously.

Hearing Feng Yong's words, Li Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's fine if you don't, I thought he was going to offend brother again?"

Hearing that there was something in Li Yi's words, Feng Yong became even more curious, "How do you say it?"

"My brother doesn't know. Fei Gongju is a native of Nan'an County, Qianwei County. When the late emperor invaded Mianzhu, Fei Gongju, who was the magistrate of Mianzhu County at that time, surrendered from the city. Therefore, he was appointed by the late emperor as a military governor, and later served as the prefect of Zangke County. , and transferred to Yizhou Front Sima."

"After the first emperor proclaimed the Queen of Hanzhong, he sent Fei Gongju to Jingzhou to confer a title on Guan Junhou..."

"I know this." Feng Yong nodded, feeling even more strange in his heart, "Then why is he now working in Yongchang County?"

Since Fei Shi was the first native of the Yizhou faction to seek refuge with Liu Bei, and he held a high position in the past, why has he fallen to this point now?

"Fei Gongju is upright and outspoken. When the first emperor wanted to take the honorary title..." Li Yi looked outside, and there was no one there, so he said in a low voice, "He went up to dissuade him. If the first emperor was furious, he was demoted. Engaged in Yongchang County."

Feng Yong was startled, and subconsciously looked outside, only then did he understand why Zhuge Liang told him not to ask more about it.

"Brother, if it is not necessary, it is better not to provoke this person as much as possible."

Li Yi finally reminded Feng Yong again.

Feng Yong nodded, "I see."

In September of the third year of Jianxing, after Zhuge Liang pacified Nanzhong, he returned to his teacher and passed through Wei County. He ordered people to build two high platforms and a stone monument outside Wei County.

In October, the high platform was built and the stone monument was erected.

When choosing an auspicious day and time, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty will display the golden axe, curved cover, front and rear feathers and feathers bestowed by the emperor of the Han Dynasty one by one.

The barbarians look at it and feel awe.

Sacrifice the three animals, light green smoke to connect the ghosts and gods of the heavens and the earth, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty wears the crown of the crown, wears black clothes, purple ribbons around the waist, holds the heavenly medal in his hand, slowly climbs up the high platform, and congratulates:

From the beginning of Huan and Ling, villains were in chaos. First, there was the ban of the party, and then there was the chaos of the Yellow Turban. As a result, the world fell apart, and the bandits rose together. Emperor Zhaolie felt that the Han Dynasty was in danger, and he acted righteously. It is a pity that a person who drives away thieves to reinvigorate the world...however the entrepreneur dies in the middle of the road! The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was entrusted by the Emperor Zhaolie...Ping Nanzhong, and all the barbarian kings Yishuai gathered here to swear to the ghosts and gods of the world: the great Han regards the Yi people in the South and Central China as the Han people, and the barbarians will no longer oppose the Han from generation to generation...

Surrounded by silence, all barbarian kings and Yishuai prostrated themselves on the ground, listening to the words of the prime minister.

On the other side, amidst the green smoke, Feng Yong, wearing a copper mask with blue fangs and wearing black clothes, began to lead people up to another high platform.

Behind him, Guan Ji and Zhao Guang stood on the left and right, followed by six trilogy, all dressed in the same clothes as Feng Yong, corresponding to nine.

"The heavens and the earth are the evidence, and the ghosts and gods are the mirror. If anyone violates this oath, everyone will attack him, and the ghost king will kill him!"

Feng Yonggang climbed to the high platform, just when Zhuge Liang finished reading the chapter table.

Only a dull voice could be heard, "I have heard about it. What the oath says will take effect immediately. If there is any violation, I will punish you! All the people in the clan will be reduced to slaves."

Although the voice was muffled, it shook the ears of everyone below, causing the kneeling barbarians to stir slightly.

Ghost King, to ordinary barbarians in Nanzhong, this is a terrifying name.

And for those barbarian king Yi Shuai who has been sinicized, this is a synonym for extremely sinister and vicious.

Feeling that she had been cheated by BMW, Flower Garland finally couldn't hold back her curiosity. She secretly raised her head slightly and rolled her eyeballs upwards, trying to see the source of the sound above the high platform.

It's a pity that the curling green smoke shrouded everything on the high platform in a blur, and she could only see the shadows and buildings on the high platform.

Huahuan couldn't help feeling a little fear in her heart: the ghost king's voice was just not similar to Feng Langjun's voice that day, how could it be like thunder, spreading so far, so that everyone could hear it?

Could it be that what I saw that day was not his true face?

...

While Hualan was thinking wildly, Feng Yong on the high platform quietly put away the drum horn.

At the same time, he made a gesture, come quietly, go quietly.

After the prime minister of the Han Dynasty finished his prayers, he stepped down from the high platform, burned the chapter and watch in front of the stone tablet, and swore with the barbarian king Yishuai: Nanzhong will always be the land of Han, and the barbarians will never turn against them again.

During this period, Hualan took a peek at the high platform over there again, and found that the high platform was already empty.

After everyone swore, they killed the cow and smeared the blood on their faces, and then poured the blood on the stone tablet. Finally, everyone held a knife to drill the cow's hide to show their determination.

On the front of the stele is engraved the oath that was just made, and on the back there are two lines of words: This stele is falling down, reduced to Han slaves.

At this moment, the oath is finally truly fulfilled.

At this time, the sun had already set on the mountain.

Autumn is coming, and after the sun sets, the weather has a little bit of coolness.

At this time, there was only a sound of "咻—咒——".

Suddenly a ball of sparks exploded in the air, followed by another...

This time, not only the barbarians, but even Zhuge Liang couldn't help looking up to the sky.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky one after another, as if they were also celebrating this alliance.

Zhuge Liang couldn't stop the horror on his face, thinking how did this kid come up with such visions?

But when he saw that the barbarians were all looking at the sky with fascination, his heart moved, but he couldn't think about other thoughts, and immediately said loudly: "The gods appear!"

Then he took the lead and knelt down.

After receiving Zhuge Liang's words, everyone seemed to have lost their souls, and knelt down again, all exclaiming: "The gods have manifested!"

At this time, not to mention the ordinary barbarians, even those barbarian kings, Yishuai, were terrified: Could it be that the big man is really blessed by the gods?

Unknowingly, even the most tyrannical barbarians lost their rebellion.

In the camp not far away, Huang Ji excitedly took a firework and lit it, only to see the straw paper wrapped in gunpowder sizzling, until the end of the fire, there was no sound suddenly.

The excitement on Huang Ji's face became extremely disappointing, and she yelled: "Why didn't it ring?"

Guan Ji who was standing beside her didn't care about her, her beautiful eyes were fixed on the fireworks in her hand, and she said silently in her heart, "Fly...fly...fly!"

Then she only felt a shock in her hand, and then there was a "thump", and the fireworks flew into the sky as she wished, bursting into a burst of sparks.

"good!"

Guan Ji, who is usually indifferent, jumped up like a little doll who got her favorite toy.

Subconsciously, I reached out to grab the fireworks again, only to find that I caught one empty.

Turning around to look, I saw Huang Ji crossing her arms and looking at her with a sneer, Zhao Guang opened his mouth, looking like an idiot looking at the sky, his saliva was about to flow down, it was Li Yi, Wang Xun and others, all of them Regretful look.

The only exception is Feng Yong, who is looking helpless.

Squibs were thrown all over the floor.

A hundred fireworks were prepared, but only thirty or so went off...

Then the fireworks that flew into the air exploded only a dozen or so.

This pass rate is really low!

"Gone?"

Guan Ji withdrew her hand in disappointment, turned her head to look at the sky, and the last trail of smoke disappeared into the air.

Feeling like claws scratching his heart, he asked extremely unwillingly, "Such a good thing, why didn't brother prepare more?"

"Yes, yes!" Huang Ji was on the same front as Guan Ji, "Brother, let's do more tomorrow!"

Feng Yong glanced at the few people who showed longing eyes, and said angrily, "Where did you get the sulfur?"

It is not easy to save some sulfur.

The brimstone on Feng Yong's hand was obtained by Zhao Guang, and the source was Zhuge Jun.

Zhuge Jun is Zhuge Liang's younger brother. He once served as the captain of Changshui in the Han Dynasty. Later, because he didn't like the fatigue of copywriting, he resigned from his official position and concentrated on Qingxiu.

Zhao Guang was sent to Zhuge Jun by Zhao Yun to be a Taoist boy for a period of time because he was too detached by nature when he was young.

Zhuge Jun was a Taoist, so alchemy was unavoidable.

Alchemy often uses sulfur.

After Zhuge Jun traveled around, there were many things left in the alchemy room.

When Feng Yong used nitrate to make ice two years ago, he had already thought about making gunpowder. Unfortunately, Zhao Guang ransacked Zhuge Jun's alchemy room, that is, he got a little sulfur.

In the humid and hot place in South China, it is easy to get mange, prickly heat, etc., and even various skin infections caused by it. In this era when there is no special medicine, it is not a big trouble.

Sulfur is a kind of medicinal material, which can disinfect and sterilize bacteria, and has a very good medical effect on skin diseases caused by mold and scabies, so Feng Yong naturally took this sulfur with him when he went south.

But what I didn't expect was that this bit of sulfur was not used on the skin in the end, but it was used in the sky.

However, the quality of nitrate is not good at present, and the purity of sulfur is even worse. Therefore, the power of black powder, which was originally insufficient in explosive power, is further reduced, and it is only suitable for making fireworks.

Fireworks are simple and easy to make, but the quality is not easy to pass.

Now being let go by these people all at once, I even feel dissatisfied.

"Look for it! Tell someone to look for it again!" Huang Ji was about to gnash her teeth, and whispered to Zhao Guang, "Why don't you try to find more?"

The tone was as if he was about to push the crystal in a wave and suddenly dropped the line, patting the keyboard and calling the network administrator.

"Ah?" Zhao Guang lay on his gun and said innocently, "Sister, Third Uncle Zhuge only kept this little, and now I don't know where he is..."

"You're so stupid, I didn't know what you learned from Uncle Zhuge! You don't even know where to find sulfur!"

Huang Ji was extremely dissatisfied.

"Where can I find it? Do you think this sulfur is easy to find?"

It was Feng Yong who helped Zhao Guang and said, "There are quite a lot of them in the Western Regions, can you find them?"

After finishing speaking, I didn't care about this wild girl anymore, turned around and told Buqu who was still stretching her neck to look at the sky, "What's there to see if it's gone? Quick, put away these incombustible things. .”

Put it away, take it apart and pour out the gunpowder inside, and you can make new fireworks again, Feng Yongcai will not tell them.

The first time I did this, the pass rate was low.

And there is not even a color, nothing good-looking.

But it is not easy to make a firework, that is to say, the papermaking technology has been improved, otherwise it is a question whether ten of them can be ignited based on the quality of the paper before.

Although the fireworks are nothing to watch, for a barbarian who sees them for the first time, the effect is surprisingly good.

After the shock of the barbarian kings and Yishuai who had some brains, their faces turned a little pale.

Turning their heads to look at the people who were still prostrate on the ground, a thought flashed in their hearts: Nanzhong, the sky is about to change...

Meng Huo looked back at Meng Yan who was not far away.

Meng Yan had a complex expression, felt Meng Huo's gaze, met Meng Huo's gaze, and forced a smile.

There was a gloating smile on Meng Huo's face—it's true that I went to live in Jincheng, but you can live better if you stay in Nanzhong?

The method of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, if you want to say who in Nanzhong feels the most deeply, there is no one else except yourself.

This move directly set the situation for the next twenty or thirty years of Nanzhong.

At least for the past 20 or 30 years, the prestige of the Son of Heaven and the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty will be unmatched in Nanzhong.

As for how many barbarian kings Yishuai will exist in twenty or thirty years, it depends on how big the big man's appetite is.

From the vicious methods of the ghost king, it can be seen that the big man's appetite should not be too small.

When the time comes, the place of detention will become a real county, and that will be the most normal thing.

After the meeting, Zhuge Liang ordered the prefects of all counties to settle their duties, and then led the army back to the division in victory, and joined forces with Ma Zhong, the prefect of Zangke, and Pingyi. When passing through the pass of Pingyi County, I saw the majestic seven peaks at the pass, stretching and straight, winding like a seven-star Big Dipper, so I built an altar at the pass and lit seven-star lanterns, praying that the great man will never move.

It is the official name of Qixingguan.

Among the barbarians in the south, only Huo Aji from Pingyi County was the most loyal and brave. His meritorious deeds were recorded in the annals of Chinese history, and a stele was once again engraved as evidence to record his meritorious deeds.

At the same time, Huo'aji's tribe was called the first tribe in Nanzhong, and it was the way of the barbarians in Nanzhong.

At the same time, salt, brocade robes and other things will be given every year.

Huo Aji wore a brocade robe given by the great man and a crown given by the emperor of the great Han. He bowed his head in tears and kowtowed in thanks, and vowed to guard the territory for the great man forever.

Feng Tubie watched the whole process blankly.

I thought that this Zhuge old demon was addicted to the alliance, and if he did it casually, Huo Aji's tribe would be completely bound to the chariot of the big man.

For the sake of the name of the first tribe in Nanzhong, if someone in Nanzhong rebelled again in the future, even if the big man couldn't spare for a while, Huo'aji's tribe would take the initiative to destroy them.

The merits engraved on this stone tablet seem to be an honor, but at the same time it is also a burden.

One day the stele stands there, and Huo Aji's tribe has to fight for the big man for one day.

To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to taking out some salt and a few pieces of clothes every year, and letting this tribe guard the Qixing Pass for the big man, and suppress the chaos of the southern and central barbarians at any time.

And this also has the role of setting an example.

For the big Han, salt is not a problem at all-the salt wells in Qianwei County used to produce salt not only for Sichuan and Shu, but also for Jingzhou, Liangzhou, Guanzhong and other places.

But in the eyes of Huo Aji, even in the eyes of his tribe, this is a great favor bestowed by the great man.

Because salt is the most scarce thing for the Yi people, as for the brocade robe, it is the clothes that God only has.

So Huo Aji took the initiative to ask to go to Jincheng to meet the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and wanted his sons to live in Jincheng and learn the culture of the Han Dynasty.

In December of the same year, Zhuge Liang finally led his army back to Jincheng.

Liu Chan, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, personally greeted him ten miles outside the city, and at the same time ordered all the officials to go thirty miles to meet him.