Farmer of Shu Han

Although Wu Ming only said that he had tried it on a horse, and although Zhou Lu said that this was just his wild imagination, Feng Yong was sure in his heart that this was definitely a good way.

Don't ask me how I know.

Because I just know.

So Feng Yong asked Xiang Zhou Lu, "Are you interested in being a mule manager? Like Duanmuzhe's."

The name Zhou Lu is really good.

Furnace, donkey, mule.

As soon as you hear it, it is fate.

Zhou Lu let out an "ah", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Feng Yong blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Wu Ming heard it clearly, and asked back in disbelief, "Like Duanmuzhe's?"

Feng Yong nodded, "That's right."

When Wu Ming got Feng Yong's sure answer, he slapped his backhand, and then kicked hard again, directly hitting his apprentice staggeringly, and pinning his head, "Quick, thank you, sir."

Zhou Lu bowed obediently, "Thank you Junhou, thank you Junhou!"

"Okay, okay," Feng Yong stopped his puppet-like movements, "I will send some good donkeys over later, during this time, you first pick out suitable mares from all the tribes in Pingxiang, and which one do you like? Which one to choose."

"If you have chosen it, just let me know. If you need anything, just mention it. If you need someone, you need food. I only have one request, and that is to produce the mules I need as soon as possible."

The face of the young man who had just taken on the big job had blushed countless times, his whole body was trembling, and he said repeatedly, "The villain understands, and the villain will definitely not disappoint the king's expectations!"

Although Duanmuzhe is a naturalized Qianghu, in Nanxiang, there are really not many people with higher status than him, and there are very few people who can order him.

He is not only the goal of most people in Nanxiang, but also the goal of fellow veterans, and even the idol of Qushuai of many Qianghu tribes in Longyou.

This time, even Wu Ming was at a loss.

Feng Yong waved his hand, "Think about this mule carefully, I'll go over there and have a look."

After finishing speaking, let them digest this matter well, and turn around to find Xijun by themselves.

The city of Pingxiang City is not too big, and all the tribes moved by Feng Yong set up tents one after another in the planned places outside the city in sequence.

At the same time, not far from the camp of Dongfeng Express, a small trading market has formed independently.

There are often internal employees of Dongfeng Express, with lumps of dry food that they can't finish, come to exchange some furs with Qianghu to earn some extra money.

Now this small market has been requisitioned by Li Mu. Countless Qianghu poor people came over and looked at the fairy-like Han girl standing there with pitiful eyes.

No matter whether he sells himself or sells his wife or children, he hopes to have a full meal with her.

Under Li Mu's feet, there was a pile of grain.

There are fried noodles and millet.

Guan Ji stood in the distance, watching Li Mu personally examine the women and children who came forward one by one, and suddenly said to Feng Yong who had just found her, "I am not as good as her."

Feng Yong stepped forward to hold her hand, and smiled slightly, "In my eyes, nothing in the world is as good as you."

Guan Ji turned her head with clear eyes, "I didn't mean that."

"What do you want to say, Mr. Xi?"

Feng Tubie, who had wasted his affectionate look, gave a dry cough and asked cheekily without changing his face.

Guan Ji looked over there again, and said softly, "I look at these barbarians and think of the people of the Han family. What's the difference between the two?"

"My concubine now understands why the late emperor, my lord, and the three uncles of the Zhang family spent their entire lives trying to revive the Han Dynasty. Although they died nine times without regret. If the Han Dynasty can be rejuvenated and the world is peaceful, the immediate matter is not on the people of the Han Dynasty. How good would it be to reproduce?"

Speaking of this, Guan Ji clenched Feng Yong's hand, and turned her head. There was a rare trace of compassion in the eyes of this extremely strong woman, "I remember that A Lang once said to me, once you succeed, all bones will be destroyed. But don’t know what the full text is?”

"Zeguo Jiangshan enters the battle plan, how can the living people plan to enjoy Qiaosu. With Jun Mo's words to seal the Marquis, one will succeed and all will die."

"Zeguo Jiangshan enters the war plan, how can the living people plan to enjoy Qiaosu?" Guan Ji murmured again, then looked at Li Mu's busy side, and finally let out another long sigh, "Sure enough! A Lang's talent , really beyond the reach of ghosts and gods."

Feng Tubie's face became slightly hot.

Guan Ji was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, so she didn't notice Feng Yong's expression, but when she thought about the second half, she said again, "But the sentence 'according to Jun Mo's words', my concubine didn't I hope Aaron is like this."

"Why?"

"It's better to let Alang be a marquis than to let other people do it. People in the world slander Alang, but my concubine knows that what Alang does is really for the sake of the people."

Feng Yong secretly said ashamed.

This is a bad time, I'm just not as completely bad as others.

Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Guan Ji thought he was self-effacing, and she encouraged her, "Don't forget, Alang, at Yang'an Pass, he once promised his concubine that the Han Dynasty would definitely be revived."

"I will never forget!"

Feng Yong held Guan Ji's hand with a solemn expression.

There was a blush on Guan Ji's face, she looked around quietly, and found that no one was looking, so she gently squeezed his hand to show her reply, and then she broke free from his hand.

She stroked her temple hair to relieve her emotions, and suddenly smiled slyly, "I remember that Alang read it to my concubine at the beginning, but once he succeeded, he regretted asking his husband to seek a title."

"Now that this will be successful and all bones are gone, but I don't know where I regret to ask my husband-in-law to find the Marquis?"

"Ah?" Feng Yong was taken aback, "Is there such a thing?"

Guan Ji rolled his eyes at him, and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't make such a coquettish appearance in front of my concubine, does Alang still want to talk softly to my concubine?"

Feng Yong chuckled, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Xijun also said just now that a certain talent is beyond the reach of ghosts and gods, so these kinds of articles are just what you listen to."

"That song just now was my way to make Xijun happy, but it's just this one, I don't know what Xijun should give in exchange?"

Guan Ji didn't understand what she meant, and frowned, "I want to listen to A Lang's article, and I want to exchange it with something?"

Feng Tubie rubbed his hands, and said shyly, "This poem is about the thoughts of women in the boudoir. My lord, this place is inappropriate. Why don't I explain it to you in detail after we go back?"

Guan Ji ate her mouth for a long time, after listening to the first half of the sentence, she knew what this person wanted to say in the second half of the sentence, how could she not know what he was thinking at this moment?

There was a blush on her face, she gritted her silver teeth secretly, reached out her hand like lightning, pinched his shoulder, and said angrily, "Where are there so many rules?"

Although Feng Yong is not short, Guan Ji's figure is also tall, her hands can easily put Feng Yong's shoulders, with a little effort!

Feng Tubie, who had a silver-shaped pewter gun, said "Ouch", and immediately bent half of his body, "I say! I say! Let go first, sir."

Guan Ji let out a "spit".

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry. In the spring, she puts on her makeup and goes to the emerald building. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and regrets teaching her husband to seek a title."

Feng Yong didn't dare to haggle any more, and quickly read it out.

Guan Ji was taken aback for a moment, but her hands were loosened.

This poem should not be in the foreground, but it provoked her thoughts all at once.

In the spring of this year, she heard the news of the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition from far away in Yuejuan. Although she pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, she was always worried about Feng Yong who was accompanying the army in the Northern Expedition.

I don't know how many nights she woke up from nightmares.

There is no eye for swords and guns on the battlefield. What she fears most is that some bad news will suddenly come one day.

At that time, the scene and the state of mind, this article at this moment.

Guan Ji, who has always been strong, bit her lower lip, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing Guan Ji's appearance, Feng Tubie felt tenderness in his heart.

At this moment, someone suddenly said in a displeased manner, "Your Majesty, madam, Liu Hun, the protector of Qiang, came to ask to see madam."

Guan Ji was startled, and wiped the corners of her eyes behind her back, her expression quickly recovered, and then she turned around, "Liu Hun wants to see me? Isn't it Junhou?"

"He did say he wanted to see his wife."

The maidservant with the sword said.

Guan Ji brought a group of maidservants with swords and guns from Yuexuan, who were her bodyguards.

This sword maid is one of them.

Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, Feng Yong shrugged, obviously he didn't know what was going on.

"Let him come over."

Liu Hun was quickly brought over, and first bowed to Feng Yong, "I've seen you."

Then he cupped his fists at Guan Ji again, "I've seen Guan Eng."

Um?

Feng Yong glanced at Liu Hun. Hearing the boy's name, he seemed to be in a bad mood?

Although Guan Ji is dressed as a woman, she is dressed in tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and her movements are not inferior to men's. "I don't know what Liu is doing?"

Liu Hun glanced at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong folded his hands behind his back and looked away, meaning not to get involved.

"Guan Zong, the prince and marquis have a high position and authority, and they are responsible for the safety of Longyou. He is a body of a thousand gold, and now that Longyou is initially settled, and people's hearts are unpredictable, he should protect the prince and marquis. I don't know if Guan Zong thinks so?"

"It's natural."

Guan Ji nodded.

"Right now, however, I only see that there is only a maid beside the Junhou. Although he is holding a sword, if there is an attack by a villain, he will probably scatter like a frightened bird. How can he protect the Junhou?"

Liu Hun's eyes were burning, "So I asked myself to lead my troops to protect the princes and marquises."

It's not that Feng Yong doesn't have a trilogy, it's just that the maid with a knife brought by Guan Ji occupies the innermost position, and the trilogy is squeezed to the periphery.

Obviously, it seems that some people have grievances, or they may be worried about Feng Yong's safety, so Liu Hun was asked to come to persuade him as a representative.

However, Liu Hun's underestimation of the servant girl's words obviously had the opposite effect, and the servant girl standing beside her immediately held down the sword at her waist.

Guan Ji raised her eyebrows, "Does Liu Zong not believe me?"

"How dare a villain disbelieve madam?" Liu Hun softened his tone, addressing Guan Zong as madam, only to hear him say again, "The villain is just worried about the safety of the prince and marquis."

Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong looked up at the sky, as if it was none of my business, and even wanted to whistle.

Now he doesn't need to worry about safety by himself.

Whether it was Zhuge Liang, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi representing the palace, or even the Xinghan Society, anyway, a group of people would take the initiative to help him worry about it.

It's not that there are no people in Shuzhong who want his life, but those who dare to show it blatantly have almost been killed.

For the rest, they only dared to hide in the dark and wait for the opportunity silently.

Everyone knew that Guan Ji was a woman, but she was able to stand here so blatantly because of her special status.

At the very beginning, she was the bodyguard sent by Huang Yueying to protect Feng Yong. At the same time, she later represented the interests of the dignitaries in the court, so she was the one who married Feng Yong, not Zhang Xingyi.

Anyone who dares to use Guan Ji's status as a woman is a family in Sichuan.

However, the aristocratic families in central Shu have been torn apart by the cooperation of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty and the ruthless Xiaowenhe over the years. They either shouted "True Fragrance" to change camps, or they were suppressed to the last breath and became real heirs of farming and studying.

In addition, Guan Ji followed Feng Yong in the identity of Guan Jiashiro, who was full and wanted to prove that the third wife of the Guan family was Guan Jiashiro?

Over time, everyone got used to it.

It's just that Guan Ji let a women's army take over Feng Junhou's personal defense. The original part could only protect the periphery, so some people must be unhappy.

Ma'am, you are powerful, so you can become Mrs. Junhou, but this does not mean that those little ladies are also better than us, right? Unless they can be wives too.

Liu Hun has not been a follower of Feng Yong for a long time, but during the Northern Expedition, his performance has already convinced everyone.

He is brave, not afraid of life and death, and his martial arts are also powerful, so naturally he was pushed out as a representative.

In Feng Yong's view, this is actually the epitome of the small forces around him vying for status - even Liu Hun has a little lady Zhang behind him.

This kind of matter, as long as Guan Ji is by her side, she will handle it. After all, she is the wife of the Feng family.

And there is competition to make progress.

Besides, the ghost knows if this is the Shura field? Safety first.

Although Feng Yong looked up at the sky and didn't speak, the meaning was already obvious.

Guan Ji got Feng Yong's full authorization, but her expression became serious, "I'm sorry to remind you, I didn't think about this matter."

As soon as these words came out, not only Liu Hun, but even Feng Yong looked over in surprise.

It's just that since Guan Ji is known as the tiger girl, most of the time, she does things in a grand manner, not inferior to men.

What's more, how could she put her personal emotions above A Lang's safety?

No matter what the purpose of these people is, it is for A Lang's safety, and it is impossible for her to attack them, let alone chill the hearts of those who followed A Lang to the battlefield.

So Guan Hunv proposed to compare the maidservants around her with the original series, and those who are capable will go up, and those who can't will go down.

Horseback riding and archery, army drills, corner fights, two out of three rounds.

When Liu Hun heard Guan Ji's proposal, he was overjoyed immediately, "Madam, are you serious?"

Guan Ji smiled indifferently, "Your Majesty is the witness, how can it be child's play?"

Liu Hun looked at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong also did not expect that Guan Ji would propose such a fair solution.

"Well, since Ma'am proposed, uh, no, I mean, fair competition, that's fine."

With Feng Yong's permission, Liu Hun cupped his fists, "Then let's go down and prepare."

"Is Xijun going to end?"

Seeing Liu Hun go to prepare, Feng Yong asked in a low voice.

Guan Ji smiled confidently, "The concubine will personally lead the field during the battle."

There is a lack of entertainment in the army, and now that they heard that the two were engaged in a competition, even Zhang Yi and others came to join in the fun, and even personally directed the soldiers to circle the field.