Farmer of Shu Han

At the same time, Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Yun, as the most experienced military commander in the Shu Han, is naturally not as hard-working as Wang Ping. Except that he can rest at home on the holidays, he goes to duty every day. He now only wanders around unless there is an important matter in the court, the emperor or the prime minister wants to discuss it with him, and he can do whatever he wants for the rest of the time, and live a comfortable life.

When he saw his second son Zhao Guang coming back from the outside, he couldn't help frowning: "Why did Erlang return home so early?"

My lord, I am your son. Is it strange that I go back to my own home?

Zhao Guang had a sad face, he was not like his elder brother, he was destined to inherit his father's title, and he currently has a serious official position and is trying to gain qualifications to climb up. And I was just sealed off as a casual job, and I was just waiting to die.

"Responding to my lord, brother today..." Zhao Guang stuttered his tongue, "Then Feng Langjun was called by the prime minister's mansion, saying that his aunt wanted to eat ice cream and asked Feng Langjun to deliver it himself. "

"What bad things did Feng kid do these days?"

"Ah? Why did your lord say that?" Zhao Guang was stunned.

Seeing the stupid look on his son's face, Zhao Yun wanted to hit him directly.

"What kind of person is your aunt? Others don't know, but you don't know? How can you be so arrogant?"

"Your Excellency, you mean that the prime minister met Feng Langjun in the name of his aunt?"

"Otherwise, why would I ask you what that kid did these days?"

"It's nothing special, I just met Li Dalang a few days ago."

"Which Li Dalang?"

"That's Li Wenxuan."

What kind of person is Zhao Yun? It is normal for the servants to go back to farming, but how did they alarm the prime minister?

Or does knowledge limit imagination? As a native of the Han Dynasty, how could Zhao Yun imagine the crazy and boldness of Feng Yong's illegal crossing? He actually wanted to eat all the Liao Man in Li Wenxuan's hand.

For Feng Tubie, the "black slave trade" in the history books of later generations is calculated in units of billions. What is a few hundred people?

Zhao Yun thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he gave up and asked again: "These days, what have you learned from hanging out in Fengzhuang every day?"

Since the prime minister's wife had been to Feng Zhuang, my son supposedly had no reason to stay there, but he didn't expect that when he came back that day, he would go into hysteria like Feng's madman, saying that he would continue to stay in Feng Zhuang to learn the art of war. Really ridiculous! Is the art of war so easy to learn? Military strategists have always been valued by emperors, but also tabooed by emperors. The knowledge of military strategists is all rare treasures. Those who can learn it are not favored by God.

The old man has been fighting like this for a lifetime, and the way to lead troops to fight is to rely on his own fighting in the battlefield, and comprehend it between life and death. If they were lucky enough to learn the art of war back then, the first and second of the five tigers dare not say it, but the third can try it, so why is it the last of the five tigers? What a pity.

However, Zhao Yun didn't expect his son to be successful at first, and he couldn't be a noble himself. As long as he doesn't learn from those swindlers, he will let him do the rest.

"Returning to my lord, the art of war that Feng Langjun taught children these days is called Thirty-Six Strategies, but now he only learned four Strategies."

"On the battlefield, everything is changing rapidly. What can only thirty-six strategies do? What nonsense." Zhao Yun reprimanded.

Others don't know, but Zhao Yun himself doesn't know the details of that kid? His division is a miscellaneous school, not a military school. The most feared thing on the battlefield is this kind of half-baked general, who is still dangling around with half a bucket of water. It’s okay to meet small shrimps and crabs, but it’s okay to meet opponents who are old in battle, so it’s okay to kill your own life, the most important thing is to kill the lives of soldiers of the three armies! How many years has Zhao Kuo been laughed at? It is estimated that he will continue to be laughed at, but he doesn't want his son to do the same.

On the contrary, people who have never learned the art of war, knowing that they are not good at leading troops, will be cautious everywhere, and have more chances of survival than those half-baked ones.

Instead of learning the half-baked art of war, it is better to learn more martial arts, so that there will be more chances to save your life on the battlefield in the future.

"Zhuzi! Come here and practice martial arts with me in the martial arts field!"

Looking at his son's frustrated expression, Zhao Yun was really angry and cursed.

When Zhao Guang heard this, his face turned green.

Also green-faced was Feng Yong who had just been kicked out of the yard.

Played an online game before time travel, joined a guild and was black-equiped by the president, played League of Legends, chose an ADC and was assisted by black soldiers and black heads. !

Feng Yong, who was chased out by the Zhuge old demon, was crying. Before he could leave the prime minister's mansion, he was stopped again, saying that the prime minister's wife wanted to see him.

Let's see you, anyway, this time I came here in the name of delivering ice cream to the prime minister's wife, so it doesn't make sense if I don't see you.

"What did the prime minister say to you? It's worth your expression?" Huang Yueying was feeding Xiao Zhangxing ice cream, seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help reprimanding, "You are also a child of a high-ranking person, look at your current appearance, What is the system?"

Whoops! I'm afraid you don't know about your husband cutting off his fortune just now, do you?

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, you know?

When I meet my enemy's wife, should I greet him with a smile?

Look at Huang Yueying's slightly yellowed hair, that hot figure, that wheat color... Forget it, let's just look at that tender little loli. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhang Xing ignored him at all, only the ice cream in his eyes.

"Madam taught me a lesson." Feng Yong cupped his hands perfunctorily, and asked with some disinterestedness, "but I don't know what's important for Madam to ask the boy to come here?"

"I can't find you if there is nothing important?" Huang Yueying came to this guy because she wanted to care about him. After all, she is quite familiar with her own Alang, knowing that Alang doesn't like this kid, and she is afraid that this little guy will be broken by Alang. I didn't expect him to look unconvinced after I said a few words, and I didn't bother to care about him now.

Which of the children she brought up was not obedient? Who ever looked so half-dead in front of her? At that moment, I had no choice but to cut to the chase and said: "I think you also know that Nanzhong is in great turmoil. A few days ago, many refugees escaped from the south. Fortunately, the Han people were all resettled by the imperial court. There are also some Liao people among them. They are dragging their families, and there is no way to arrange them, after all, the imperial court has no laws in this regard." Huang Yueying stopped here and looked at Feng Yong.

So why are the laws made by you Han people so selfish? What about humanitarianism? The Han people will be settled by the court, and the Liao people can let them die?

Huang Yueying saw Feng Tubie's look of wandering in the sky, and hated her teeth. It seems that what A Lang said is right, this is a trick!

"It's okay for men alone. If you sell your strength, you won't starve to death. It's just that those women and children are pitiful. Most of the people who have land in Sichuan are unwilling to want it. If they don't want to find a way to settle down, I'm afraid those poor People are going to starve to death."

Oh oh, I see, are you selling?