Farmer of Shu Han

In March of the fourth year of Jianxing, Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, defeated the horse hunting department in Chan County.

The news was sent back to Qiongdu, and it happened to be April.

The weather in April is starting to get hot.

The land reclamation in Qiongdu is in full swing.

The Sunshui River Valley is rich in water, and both sides of the river are flat land.

As long as the place is well planned, then burn the wasteland, dig the land, clean up the stones and other objects in the soil, and finally build a dam by the river, diversion canal, etc., a field can be opened quickly.

The soil by the river is already fertile. When the horse farm is on the right track, it will be fertilized and fertilized several times, and the fertile land will come out.

Feng Yong made an appointment with the leaders of the barbarians who participated in the reclamation, to open 50 acres of land, the Han people would get 30 acres, and the barbarians would get 20 acres. They were allowed to settle in the plains and taught them about farming and mulberry.

With a sharp knife in one hand and a soft hand in the other, even if someone wants to say no, and wants to go back to the mountains and continue to be the emperor happily, they have to weigh whether their neck is strong enough.

It's not that no one wanted to do this before, but firstly, there was not enough troops. If you want to reclaim land with peace of mind, you must have enough troops to deter.

With enough troops, secondly, there must be enough prestige.

The prestige of the ghost king is scary enough in Nanzhong, but it is also a disguised prestige, at least the barbarians believe in this, and the ghost king personally guarantees it, which still has credibility.

The third thing is that there is enough food supply.

Before the advent of artifacts such as Ba Niuli and Qu Yuanli, the cost of land reclamation was quite high. In the first two or three years, there was basically only input but no output.

Who has the patience to raise Yi people for two or three years?

And the fourth is to have enough financial resources.

The most important thing is whether there are prospects worth investing in, or money.

There are other kinds, such as enough cattle and so on and so on.

With enough prestige, the imperial court is willing to send enough troops, has enough resources in hand, and can gather the strength of everyone, so that everyone believes that the development of Yuejun is a profitable way...

Listed one by one, all those who can meet these conditions are basically just one person.

To be honest, because Feng Yong didn't like the reputation of the ghost king, he never cared about the influence the ghost king had in Nanzhong.

Now that he came to Yuejun, he discovered that the identity of the ghost king is really like reducing the wisdom and increasing the charm of the barbarians.

As soon as the order was given, all the barbarians near Qiongdu obeyed.

After the defeat of the Dongqu tribe, even the leaders of the Yi tribes in the distance began to come to visit the ghost king with gifts.

At this time, Feng Yongcai recalled why the old monster Zhuge started to let Meng Huo and Huo Aji open their eyes and make up stories about the ghost king when he was in Nanzhong.

Even when the monument was erected in Weixian County, the ghost king was even allowed to witness.

The intention is obvious, that is to constantly raise the ghost king's reputation.

Now that he is in Yuejun, it is much more convenient for him to do things because of the ghost king's reputation.

"Slow down, slow down, be careful, don't miss it!"

At this time, Guiwang Feng was wearing a straw hat, squatting on the temporary ridge of the field, his fingers were about to poke into the mud, and said anxiously.

Bare-chested and bare-legged, the barbarian child was covered in mud all over his body, and was burying his head in scraping the mud.

Even because the back was facing the sun, agglomerated off-white mud had already stuck to his body.

Hearing Feng Yong's words, he raised his head and grinned, carefully picked up a ball of mud with both hands, put it on the ridge of the field, and then wiped it away with his hands, only to see a loach the size of two fingers inside.

The loach was exposed to the air, and immediately twisted a few times, wanting to jump back into the field.

"Oh, so big! Black and big!"

Feng Yong called out.

The barbarian child dexterously clasped his hands together, picked up the loach, and put it in the fish basket beside him.

"Twenty pieces!" Feng Yong stretched out two important fingers, and said seriously, "There are still eighty pieces, and you can exchange them for one meatloaf."

"Twenty, eighty."

The Yiren kid nodded, imitating Feng Yong and stretching out two fingers, speaking inarticulately.

Then he said something to the children around him, who cheered, and then lowered their heads to dig the mud seriously.

The barbarians in the distance saw this Han official without any pretensions, squatting on the ground playing fish-catching games with his own children, and couldn't help showing a simple and honest smile on his face.

After these days of contact, in the impression of all of them, although this Han official wandered around all day long and did not do serious things, he had the best temper and was the most generous.

At the same time, his hobbies are a bit special, or rather silly, he is willing to exchange meat pancakes for things in the mud.

No one thought that the most amiable Han official in front of him was actually the famous ghost king.

Seeing another child coming over with a loach in his hands, King Feng stretched his head to see that it was only the size of a pencil, and immediately shook his head, saying no.

The child nodded and threw the loach far away.

At this time, only someone commotion was heard in the distance, and then the noise became louder and louder.

Feng Yong stood up and looked up, only to see someone running towards him.

"Sir, Prefect Meng sent someone to send a message."

Among the high officials of the Han people, even Wei Rong, the youngest, has a certain deterrent effect on the Yi people, because he controls the distribution of food.

Seeing Wei Rong running over, the Yiren kid retreated a few steps calmly.

"Oh, prefect Meng has news?"

Hearing what Wei Rong said, Feng Yong waved his hands at the barbarian children in the mud to signal them to continue, and then walked towards Wang Han who was waiting not far away.

"I will meet Feng Changshi at the end."

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Han who was sent by Meng Yan, Feng Yong was a little surprised, and asked, "Meng Taishou sent General Wang, but what is the military situation?"

"Back to Changshi, a few days ago, Prefect Meng defeated the Horse Capture Department in Chan County and sent a general back to report to Changshi."

Wang Han announced the good news to Feng Yong with a happy face.

"oh."

Feng Yong nodded, his expression unchanged.

It didn't take Zhang Yi ten days to defeat the Dongqu tribe. Meng Yan was also a figure who led the Wudang Flying Army and could fight Sima Yi to death. How could the mere Zhuma tribe be his opponent?

"Has Prefect Meng ever returned?"

On the contrary, Wang Han saw Feng Yongbo's calmness, and secretly admired his calmness. When he heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied, "Never. Bring some food and grass over there."

Hearing Wang Han's words, Feng Yong asked strangely, "Since we have already defeated the horse catching department, why haven't we returned to the division?"

"Returning to Changshi, we fought against the horse-catching department in Yuchan County, and captured the leader Wei Lang. Seeing his disobedience, Meng Yan released him again, saying that he was going back to regroup and fight again. Therefore, the prefect Let the general come back and get some more food."

Um?

Feng Yong touched his chin.

This trick looks familiar, very familiar...

"What materials were seized?"

"Two thousand horses, three hundred cows, three thousand sheep, and nothing else."

When Feng Tubie heard this, his eyes widened, "So many?!"

After the Dongqubu was wiped out, the total number of cattle, sheep and horses captured was more than 1,000.

He originally thought that the Zhuoma tribe was a smaller tribe than the Dongqu tribe, and that the capture should not be as much as the Dongqu tribe, but he did not expect Meng Yan's harvest to be so rich.

Wang Han grinned, "Almost everyone in the horse catching department rides horses and uses them to graze animals, so naturally there are more cattle, sheep and horses. That's all, and only the intact ones are counted. Those who were injured and died are not counted." Calculate."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Yongxi was moved, "That's great!"

As he spoke, he pulled Wei Rong over, "How much grain and grass do you want? Just tell me, my disciple. He is the county lord Bo, who is in charge of money and grain. Then I will send another thousand soldiers to go back with you."

Eshun was still chasing the Dongkui Qu and the remnants of the Dongqu tribe in Suqiyi. Zhang Ni brought back 1,500 soldiers, and another 1,000 were sent to help Meng Yan. There was no problem at all.

Before the racecourse was built, there were already nearly 5,000 Yunnan horses. It was so cool!

"Wei Rong, take General Wang down to rest first. If General Wang wants to eat something, just ask the people below to make it for General Wang."

"Yes." Wei Rong responded, "Please, General Wang."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wei."

"What would you like to eat, General Wang?"

"These days, I almost vomited from eating only the dry food. If I can have a bowl of hot soup with meatloaf, it will be delicious!"

...

People are refreshed on happy events, and after the sun goes down, everyone quits work, and Feng Yong returns to the temporary residence in Qiongdu with a heavy fish basket.

The relatively well-preserved residences in Qiongdu City can barely live in after repairs these days.

Feng Yong picked a small courtyard and moved in, so he didn't have to squeeze into the barracks anymore.

Around the yard, idlers are not allowed to approach within three feet without permission.

"The lord is back?"

There are two servants in the yard, one is a cook and the other is a servant who does rough work.

Seeing Feng Yong return to the courtyard, the cook quickly came up to take the fish basket from Feng Yong's hand, "What would you like to have for dinner, my lord?"

"I don't care, I will eat whatever Xijun wants to eat."

"The lady hasn't come back yet."

"Oh, then wait a while, help me wash the fish here, and then put it in the wooden barrel at the end."

In the shade of the corner of the small courtyard, there are several wooden barrels with tree branches on top for shade.

Feng Yong walked over, picked up the branch, and looked inside, only to see that it was full of loaches and eels. After counting the days, the front bucket should have almost vomited up the soil.

Fried loach and rice field eel, Hangong Zangjiao, braised eel segments...

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

In the past few years, I have been running around all the time. The good old days of lying under the willow tree and fishing are gone forever.

Or, tonight's meal is just loach?

Yes, just do it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help humming, "The pond is full, and the rain has stopped..."

"There are loaches everywhere in the mud beside the field..."

"Every day I wait for you, waiting for you to catch loach..."

While humming, he took out the bucket, and as soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw an extremely handsome face that was almost pressed against his own face, so frightened that the bucket in Feng Yong's hand almost fell.

"Brother...Brother...Xi Jun, when did you come back?"

Guan Ji smiled softly, "A Lang came back when he was squatting here. Hearing the song that A Lang hummed had a special taste, so I didn't say hello. I want to listen to it for a while."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Feng Yong did not suspect him, poured out the water in the bucket, and said, "This is a tune from my teacher's school. I heard that it uses the tune from Jixi."

"Please, Xijun, bring me a clean basket."

Guan Ji took the basket and handed it to Feng Yong, watching him pour the loach in the bucket to rinse, "No wonder Qu'er sounds weird, but what is it singing? Why can't you understand?"

"Loach, that's what we call a squid."

Feng Yong pointed to the loach in the basket, and explained, "What about this song, it's about a little girl leading his elder brother to catch eel in the field."

"Oh, that's how it is." Guan Ji nodded and said casually, "Ah Lang likes to go to the fields with the little girl to catch mud...loach? Is that what it's called?"

"right."

"It turns out that Ah Lang has this hobby."

What do you like?

Feng Yong suddenly felt something was wrong, "I mean, loach..."

"Yes, loach."

Guan Ji nodded, "This song was taught to Si Niang by A Lang himself, and Si Niang often hummed it. In this world, besides A Lang, only Si Niang can sing it?"

Feng Tubie broke out in a cold sweat.

It's over!

He got so carried away that he even forgot about this one.

Guan Ji, you have changed!

This woman's palace fighting is indeed an instinct.

At first, it seemed like gossip, so I let myself relax my vigilance, then asked myself about Qu'er with a curious look, and finally gave me a fatal blow, it was natural, without a trace of deliberation.

Careless, careless wow!

Guan Ji said leisurely, "Last year when Alang went south, my concubine sang "Beating the Drum" to see Alang off, but Alang sang a song with exactly the same words as this loach song."

"At the time, I thought affectionately that this was for my concubine. Later, I didn't expect that Si Niang would actually sing this song about loach. Now I think about it, you two are the ones that sang in harmony with each other, right?"

sweat!

sweat!

Waterfall sweat!

Genghis Khan!

Guan Ji's tone was still very gentle, and she put her right hand on Feng Yong's shoulder, as if she wanted to hug him.

As soon as the cook lady walked out of the kitchen, she saw the warmth between the lord and the lady, and thought the picture was very beautiful, so she sneaked away again, making Feng Yong miss a great opportunity to escape.

"When... what was I singing at that time?" Feng Yong didn't dare to move, and asked stammeringly, "I forgot."

"How does this concubine know about the harmony between Ah Lang and Siniang?"

Guan Ji's tone was extremely gentle, but the plain hand on Feng Yong's shoulder began to exert force faintly.

"Oh, I remembered!"

Feng Yong yelled, the desire to survive before he died made him explode with amazing potential, "Golden sword and eagle feathers!"

"This song tells the story of the chivalrous and gentle sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, not what Xi Jun imagined. Listen, Xi Jun, the meaning of this song is: holding a three-foot sword of justice at the waist, with thousands of tender feelings in the heart, and going to and from the mountains and rivers freely Between the two, the love between the two is also lingering..."

"Think about it, Si Niang, how can Si Niang's martial arts compare with yours? This three-foot sword certainly describes you, so this song must be sung for you. At that time, there was a thousand mountains between us. Wanshui, that's why I send you the words of lingering love."

Guan Ji's fair face blushed immediately after hearing this blatant love story, her eyes rolled and she parted her red lips lightly, "Really?"

"There is no more real." Feng Langjun saw that there was a play, and immediately activated his stunts, "This song is specially assigned to a legendary novel. When I write it, you will know."

"There are also these loaches. Now I'm going to wash them out and cook them myself tonight. I'm going to cook them for you. I'm sure you haven't eaten them."

Going to catch loach with the little lady is not as interesting as eating fried loach with Xijun?

"Alang has a heart."

Seeing that there was no one around, Guan Ji pecked him on the face like a dragonfly on the water, and said softly, "Ah Lang is now a noble, why should he cook by himself? If people find out, he will be a joke."

"What do they know? I learned the art of easy teeth, and it's very normal to cook. It's really hard for Xijun to patrol around these few days. I can't bear it. I just want to reward Xijun. "

Feng Yong quickly coaxed.

The water in Guan Ji's eyes became more and more moist.

She looked at the loach in the basket, and frowned slightly, "Can such ugly things be eaten?"

"When the time comes, you will know when you taste it!"

The uglier something is, the tastier it is, don't you know, Xijun?

Thinking of this, Feng Tubie's heart was in a turmoil, and his mouth was dry.