Farmer of Shu Han

Wei Yan's resentment did not affect Feng Yong.

At this time, he was sitting in the tent of the camp, looking at the statistical data sent by Zhang Yuan, full of joy.

Probably because Jincheng felt that they were really solid, or it might be that Jincheng sent reinforcements in front of Jincheng, resulting in a shortage of troops.

So there were only a thousand people escorting such a large amount of food and grass.

Do the math, you have to do the math first.

Feng Yong took out a pen and calculated the account carefully.

Thirteen thousand hu grains were sent from Jincheng to Yuzhong, and the journey was not too far.

Excluding the consumption of civilian husbands, livestock, and escort soldiers on the road, the remaining food is at least 5,000 soldiers' rations for one month during the war.

If there were 10,000 Jincheng reinforcements, there would be about half a month's rations.

With such a result, Feng Yong couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

Backward, really too backward!

Thinking of the dry ration bags carried by everyone in his army, Feng Junhou was triumphant, I can crush you in logistics alone, how can the flying dragon lose?

When Zhang Ni came in, seeing Feng Yongzheng grinning from ear to ear, he grinned even though he was already very happy.

"Oh, Bo Qi is here? Sit down."

Seeing him, Feng Yong hurriedly greeted him, "How are the arrangements outside?"

"Hui Junhou, everything has been arranged. The people in the Dark Night Camp have sent people in both east and west directions. If there is a policeman, they will automatically issue an alarm."

"There are also those civilian men who have gathered back, and now they are asking them to dig trenches, just in case."

Feng Yong nodded, "That's very good, what's the matter?"

There are too many supplies robbed, and it is almost nightfall, and it is inconvenient to march, so I can only take this small camp as the center and rest for one night.

The captured civilian husband just came in handy.

"I just asked. This batch of supplies and supplies departed from Jincheng, and they are going to rescue the Cao bandits in Yuzhong."

When Zhang Ni said this, his face became even more joyful, "Junhou, we really got lucky this time. According to the prisoner, Jincheng sent reinforcements to Yuzhong five days ago."

"We have robbed so much food and grass this time, I'm afraid Cao bandits in Yuzhong will not survive for a few days."

Feng Yong nodded.

Otherwise, why he couldn't help laughing just now?

With the strength of Jincheng, if they could send 5,000 troops to rescue Yuzhong, it would be considered as an all-out effort.

Coupled with civilian husbands and auxiliary soldiers, there are more than 10,000 people in the sky.

Without this batch of food and grass, Jincheng's reinforcements will have to wait for the northwest wind.

No, there is not even a northwesterly wind this season.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong couldn't help grinning again.

Now that I am stuck between Jincheng and Yuzhong, if Jincheng wants to send food again, it needs at least 10,000 to 20,000 troops to escort the food and grass.

But now it is a question of whether there are 5,000 troops in Jincheng.

So this time I cut it directly on Cao thief's seven inches.

"Your Majesty, what about those prisoners of war?"

Zhang Ni asked again.

"Take off their armor, and put half of them in the east and half in the west after dawn tomorrow, and let them report to Jincheng and Yuzhong."

If only a few were sent back, the coach would probably hide them all in order to keep the news from them and stabilize the morale of the army.

But if hundreds of people are sent back from both sides, I don't believe that the news won't spread.

Having said that, Feng Yong rubbed his hands together and smiled: "Eat tonight and tomorrow morning, kill a few more animals, and reward the soldiers. Everyone has worked hard these days."

Hearing what Feng Yong said, Zhang Ni couldn't help swallowing, and quickly got up and cupped his fists: "No! The general will arrange it himself!"

After eating dry food for so many days, I was about to throw up.

This time robbing so much food and grass is not counted, the key is that there are still a lot of livestock, if they are not used to reward the soldiers, are they still left for the Cao thief?

Feng Yong's military order was passed on, and the soldiers of the whole army cheered loudly immediately, and began to slaughter cattle and donkeys, preparing to eat meat for the festival.

Large pieces of meat were thrown into the cauldron, boiled in water for a while, and the blood foam was removed, and then some salt was added.

Or take it directly to moxibustion.

On the other side, steam has risen from the cauldron, and the yellow corn has been stirred until it becomes sticky.

The aroma of various foods began to permeate the camp.

Ordinary soldiers can eat meat, which is equivalent to Chinese New Year, so how do you pay attention to it?

Eating meat is gourmet, and you also pay attention to whether it is delicious or not?

If the cooked meat feels unappetizing, you can sprinkle some salt on it yourself, it is really delicious.

Anyway, it's all seized things, don't feel bad!

But cooking for Shuaiying can't be so rough.

In Feng Junhou's personal guard camp, there are special handymen.

The handyman is a master, a boning knife is in his hand, and he is about to play tricks.

But seeing that he first took a deep breath, then pressed the beef with his left hand, and held the knife in his right hand, decomposing, scraping the bone, and the boning knife was in his hand, as if alive.

In just the blink of an eye, not only was the meat off the bones cleaned, but even the beef was cut into pieces that were two fingers wide and one knuckle long.

It drew applause from all the handymen.

"Shua!"

The head of the handyman flicked the knife, and the knife was nailed straight to the wood next to it.

But seeing him pointing to the pile of meat piled up like a hill, he said to the cook standing next to him, "Make these first, and call me if there is not enough!"

The cook gave a thumbs up: "Master Han's craftsmanship is amazing!"

Han Long's face showed a look of complacency, "That's right, this old man's ability is not something that ordinary people can learn."

In a very loud tone, this manager Han often boasted that the guards around Feng Junhou wanted to ask him for martial arts lessons.

But none of the handymen dared to laugh at him.

After all, Junhou's personal guards would call him "Master Han".

So everyone speculated about the identity of this handyman steward. Many people thought that he was at least an old man who followed the lord, and was very close to him.

Maybe some superficial tricks, otherwise the boning knife wouldn't be able to play well.

But martial arts must not be good, otherwise they would not have been assigned to manage their chores.

Ten cooks are no match for one master Han in the art of deboning and chopping meat.

But when it comes to cooking, a hundred Han masters can't compare to a cook - this is Han Long's own opinion.

I saw the cook grabbed a large pot of meat, put various seasonings in it to marinate, and at the same time asked someone to set the pot on fire and start cooking oil.

After a while, there was a fume of oil, and there was a splash, and the marinated meat was poured in, and the aroma of the meat wafted.

It caused Han Long to take a deep breath: This is the taste!

Although dry food is delicious, but no matter how delicious it is, it can't compare with the meat fried in a pot!

How about saying that Feng Langjun's school has a long history?

Even the way of eating is different from the world.

Small stir-fried beef, beef blood soup, and big bones may not be boiled for long enough, but you can make do with it.

With some meat sauce, steamed buns just out of the cage, and sticky yellow rice porridge, Han Long grabbed a portion first and went to a corner to eat.

He will eat whatever the Junhou eats, and he will eat whenever the Junhou eats.

This was ordered by Feng Junhou himself.

This is also one of the important reasons why no one dared to laugh at Guanshi Han when he was bragging.

In the handsome camp, the cook was setting out food when Jiang Wei hurried in, "Your Majesty!"

"Hey, Boyue, you have a good nose. I just sent someone to look for you, and you will be there soon." Feng Yong pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down."

Jiang Wei didn't obey the order, but punched him first, with a trace of anxiety on his face.

"Your Majesty, I will report something at the end."

"Huh?" Feng Yong realized his strangeness only now, and was slightly startled, "What happened?"

"Junhou, the last general inspected the camps and found that most of the food sent to the tiger infantry was meat, but the Modao team, the Wudang camp, and even the Junhou's personal guards did not have enough meat, so they used internal organs to make up for it."

In addition to the worry on Jiang Wei's face, there was also a little uneasiness, "Jun Hou, the last general and the Tiger Army are now under the command of the Jun Hou, how can they be treated differently from other battalions?"

"Oh, this matter." Feng Yong coughed, "Bo Yue, this matter is not what you imagined, if there is a chance in the Qiang Guard's lieutenant army, it is a rule to eat more offal of poultry and livestock on weekdays. "

How could Jiang Wei believe this statement?

I saw him frowning, "Your Majesty, the way of rewards and punishments should be based on fairness. If you are sent by the Prime Minister because the Tiger Army is sent by the Prime Minister, you will deliberately give it generously. I am afraid that the army will not accept it, so please think twice."

Seeing Jiang Wei's appearance, Feng Yong had no choice but to comfort him, "Bo Yue, there is a reason why I did this."

"And I'm not treating the Tiger Army well. On the contrary, I have selfishness towards the officers and men of the Qiang Commander's Mansion."

When Jiang Wei heard this, his brows frowned even deeper, and the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.

Isn't it kind to let the other camps eat the offal of poultry and livestock, and the tiger infantry eat meat?

It's just that Feng Yong's position is high and powerful, and his reputation is relatively, um, unique, so Jiang Wei dare not say too heavy a word.

"Sit down first and listen to my explanation."

Feng Yong was a little helpless at Jiang Wei's insistence, and pointed to the location.

Only then did Jiang Wei reluctantly sit down, but he kept looking at Feng Yong with an obvious meaning, and wanted to hear Feng Yong give a reasonable explanation.

At this moment, Zhang Ni and Ju Fu entered the tent.

The two of them first smelled the aroma of the food in the tent, and then saw the food set out, and swallowed in unison.

"Bo Qi and Xiao Xing are here, sit down, hurry up and eat while it's hot."

Feng Yong hurriedly greeted the two of them again, and took a sip of the millet porridge himself first, his stomach has suffered a lot these days.

There are not so many rules in the army, Zhang Ni and Ju Fu saw that Feng Yong was moving, so naturally they followed suit.

"Your Majesty!"

Jiang Wei couldn't help reminding again.

"Oh, Bo Qi, come and explain to Bo Yue why the offals of poultry and livestock are given to the officers and men of the Qiang Commander's Mansion."

Feng Yong drank a few more sips, feeling his stomach finally warmed up.

Zhang Ni, who was gnawing on the bones, was stunned for a moment when he heard Feng Yong's words.

"The last general asked General Jiang specifically when he was sharing the meat. Didn't General Jiang say that there is no habit of eating animal offal in the Tiger Army?"

When Jiang Wei heard this, his face was stunned first, and then ashamed.

He stood up and cupped his hands towards Feng Yong and Zhang Ni, "It's the last general who is too selfish, never thought that the army would not have enough meat..."

"Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit!"

Seeing the young man eagerly admitting his mistake, Feng Yong stretched out his greasy hand, pressed down, and motioned him to sit down, "Wait for Boqi to finish first."

Then he looked at Zhang Yi again, "Bo Yue felt that we gave meat to the tiger infantry, but we mixed animal offal with the officers and soldiers of the Hu Qiang Commander's Mansion. I'm afraid the soldiers will be dissatisfied."

Suddenly, Zhang Ni smiled and said: "General Jiang misunderstood, this is the rule of the Huqiang Captain's Mansion, try to let the soldiers eat more animal offal on weekdays."

Jiang Wei heard Zhang Ni say exactly the same words as Feng Yongfang, so he believed that Feng Yong hadn't lied to him.

But my heart became more puzzled: I heard that Feng Junhou treated the soldiers generously and won the hearts of the soldiers, so how could there be such rules?

"General Jiang doesn't know something," Zhang Ni glanced at Feng Yong who was only absorbed in sucking the bone marrow of the cow, and continued to explain, "Your Majesty has a way to cure the blindfolded bird."

When Jiang Wei heard it, he thought he had heard it wrong, and subconsciously asked in surprise, "Blindfolded?"

Many soldiers in the army cannot see at night, commonly known as blindfolded.

Anyone who can participate in night raids can be regarded as an elite.

When the army sleeps at night, they are not allowed to shout loudly or move around at will under any circumstances. A little bit of chaos can easily cause camp roars.

One of the important reasons for this is that most people in the army are blind at night.

The result of camp roaring was horrific, ranging from chaos to the camp, to severe cases of soldiers killing each other.

Even in the absence of enemies, the army that roared at night may collapse by itself.

"Eating more offal of poultry and livestock can cure blindfolded birds."

Zhang Yi was afraid that Jiang Wei would deepen the misunderstanding, so he explained more.

"It's not enough to eat the viscera once or twice. You have to eat more to heal."

"I heard General Jiang say that the Tiger Army has no habit of eating offal of poultry and livestock. If it is only eaten this time, it will not be of much benefit, so it is not distributed to the Tiger Army."

"If there is any mistake, please forgive me, General Jiang."

As Zhang Ni spoke, he wiped his hands clean, stood up and cupped his hands in apology.

Jiang Wei hurriedly returned the gift, "So that's how it is. It's my experience and widowhood. It's my fault, not General Zhang's."

Then he bowed to Feng Yong again, "Wei's knowledge is shallow, not as good as Junhou Wanyi, let Junhou laugh!"

Feng Yong nodded slightly, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, then pointed to the food in front of him, "It's getting cold, why don't you eat?"

Seeing Feng Yonghun's indifferent look, Jiang Wei secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He was exhausted, gained knowledge, and suddenly had a big appetite, and now he followed Feng Yong's example, no longer caring about etiquette, and began to feast on it.

Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wei intentionally or unintentionally, while thinking in his heart:

With Jiang Wei's temperament, if he meets a boss who distinguishes between public and private, then naturally it will be fine.

For example, a gentleman like me who is praised by Jiang Wan personally has both ability and political integrity.

But if you meet a villain, you will inevitably suffer a disadvantage.

For example, Huang Hao, who was killed by Feng Langjun with both ability and political integrity.

Feng Langjun, who has both ability and political integrity, robbed the food and grass of the Wei army here, and slaughtered cattle and horses to reward the whole army.

But the reinforcements led by Zhang Hua, the prefect of Jincheng, suddenly fell into a huge crisis.

When he heard that the food and grass had been robbed, his first reaction was that someone was lying about the military situation.

Zhang Hua drew the knife on the neck of the captain who ran back to deliver the letter on the spot, and even pressed a line of blood because of too much force.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Lying about the military situation, do you know what crime you have committed?"

His face was full of dirt, and he was wearing only a single shirt, not even a robe. The captain burst into tears: "General, how dare a villain lie?"

"The Han army came out of the mountains all of a sudden. There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 people. The villain only led a thousand people, and the rest were all civilians. It was really hard to resist..."

"Twenty to thirty thousand? Where did so many Han troops come from? How did the Han army appear in the rear? Did they fly over?"

When Zhang Hua heard this, he was furious and kicked the captain who had fled back from defeat.

"Come here, lock up all those defeated soldiers and interrogate them one by one!"

It doesn't matter if one person says that, but when two or three hundred people say that, Zhang Hua's heart suddenly sinks to the bottom.

Although the news of the Han army obtained from the mouth of the defeated pawns is not consistent.

Some say 30,000, some say 50,000, or even 100,000, there are different opinions.

The only thing that everyone agrees on is that the food and grass are gone.

It doesn't matter where the Han army came from, and it doesn't matter who robbed their food and grass.

The important thing is that you must retreat immediately.

Because the food in the army is no more than five days.

I must return to Jincheng within five days.

Ps: The ancient units of measurement were divided into different sizes, such as big buckets and small buckets. In addition, the size defined by each dynasty is different, so historians now have different opinions on the measurement standards of each dynasty. The unit in this article is just one of many statements, and the research party and data party do not need to be taken seriously.