Farmer of Shu Han

I don't do many activities in winter, and my bones are a little rusty. Zhao Guang helped me move a little bit, and my whole body feels comfortable.

Feng Yong sat back in his seat contentedly, took a sip of warm milk tea, and asked, "How is Old General Zhao doing now?"

Zhao Guang was grinning, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain.

My brother is much stronger now than before, and it hurts a lot when he hits someone.

Hearing Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied: "My lord is in good health, I can eat a lot of meat every day, and I can also drink a few cups."

"I'm interested. It's not a problem to practice spear skills for a while."

Feng Yong frowned dissatisfied, "Why do you still drink every day?"

Others may not remember clearly, but Feng Yong must be very clear about the life expectancy of Old Demon Zhuge and Mr. Zhao.

Perhaps the Northern Expedition was successful, and it didn't make the old man too aggrieved in his last battle like in the original history.

Now he has been promoted to General Zhengxi and became the governor of Longyou.

People, when the qi in the heart is smooth, the mood is good, the mood is good, and the spirit is good.

So the old man's spirit is not bad now.

Last year, he picked and killed a little wild boar in front of him.

Seeing that this year is about to pass, as long as he survives this year, the old man's life will be extended, which is of great significance.

Judging from the current situation, this is almost a certainty, and Feng Yong doesn't want to make any mistakes.

But how do others know what Feng Yong is thinking?

Zhao Guang said indifferently, "Isn't it cold in Longyou? Drink some honey wine to warm up!"

"Honey wine is no good either!" Feng Yong said sharply, "Immediately think of a way to make the old general drink less wine as soon as we get back!"

Zhao Guang was taken aback, not understanding why his brother was so excited all of a sudden.

It's just that Feng Yong has a lot of prestige in his heart, and now he has a stern look, so he is habitually cowardly.

"But elder brother, younger brother, I dare not persuade you, and I can't persuade you!"

"Stupid!" Feng Yong scolded, "You can't persuade, don't you know how to find someone who can persuade you?"

Feng Yong understood Zhao Guang's meaning. After all, in this era, drinking is a rare and beautiful thing.

Some people even call sake a sage and turbid wine a sage.

Honey wine is delicious, but it is distilled wine, and its alcohol content is actually much higher than other wines, let alone those spirits that are specially supplied to the north.

In Longyou, where the chill is quite severe, it took just over a year for spirits to rise to the same status as tea.

Both are the most popular things among the Qianghu tribe.

But no matter how much the world thinks that drinking is a beautiful thing, it can't make the old man drink more.

Zhao Guang rubbed his head, his face full of doubts, "With your current status, who else can persuade a big man? Could it be the prime minister?"

Feng Yong let out a "huh" and said meaningfully: "I heard that the old general and Aunt Ma are very affectionate and affectionate?"

"Your Excellency and Aunt are naturally in love..." Zhao Guanggang said half a sentence, and suddenly his face was full of shock, "Brother's meaning, could it be that Aunt..."

Li Yi and Li Qiu also reacted, looking at Feng Yong with astonishment.

"I remember, isn't Marquis Huaili (Ma Teng) from Longxi? Back then, the horse hussars wanted to return to their hometown but they couldn't get them. Why not let Aunt Ma fulfill this wish?"

Feng Yong suddenly thought about Zhao Guang's mother, Zhao Mashi, really like a filial junior.

"My brother made a mistake, my grandfather (grandfather) is not from Longxi," Zhao Guang explained, "it is Fufeng Mausoleum."

"However, she was born in Longxi and grew up in Longxi, so my mother can be regarded as half of Longxi."

Feng Yong snorted, "Why is that?"

"Because the ancestral home of Wai Zeng Wangfu (Ma Teng's father) was originally Fufeng Maoling, he served as the county captain of Langan County in Tianshui, then lost his official position, because he was exiled in Longxi, and finally married a wife and had children in Longxi. "

Only then did Feng Yong understand, "So that's the case, I did remember wrongly."

Then he continued, "That's half of the hometown, and with the horses riding all over the country, wouldn't Aunt Ma want to go back to the old place to have a look?"

Zhao Guang thought for a while, and suddenly his face was terrified, "But, if my lord knows that I asked my mother to stop him from drinking, he will beat me to death!"

He trusted Feng Yong very much, and he didn't ask why he couldn't let his adults drink more.

I was just worried that if my adults knew the truth, the Zhao family would lead to family tragedies.

"You have to think about it," Feng Yongyu said earnestly, "For things like wine, you can drink less, not too much. If you drink too much, you may lose your life."

In order to strengthen the credibility of this statement, he emphasized another sentence: "This is the precept of my teacher. In my teacher, everyone knows that excessive drinking can damage the body."

"Old General Zhao is at such an age, so he must exercise restraint, otherwise who knows what will happen?"

Feng Langjun's clever words and expressions have become a passive halo, and he can only hear him say half-threateningly:

"Aunt Ma is protecting you, the old general may not be able to kill you, but if you know that drinking too much alcohol will be dangerous, but don't think of a way to stop it."

"At that time, if something happens to the old general, you will become an unfilial son..."

Seeing his elder brother looking at him gloomyly, Zhao Guang was startled, and quickly shouted:

"Don't talk about it, brother. I'm going back to Jicheng tomorrow, and I'm going to try my best to persuade you to drink less alcohol. After two months, it will be spring, so let someone escort my mother over!"

Only then did Feng Yong nod in satisfaction, "Remember to ask the old general for advice and learn cavalry tactics."

"Little brother understands."

"By the way, how is Wei Ran (Yang Wanwan) doing now?"

"He's gone back to Yinping to see his family."

Zhao Guang replied, "His family is also the king of Baima Di, and now he has the post of prefect of Yinping, which can be regarded as returning home with wealth."

When Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for Hanzhong, Yang Ju, the father of Yang Wanwan, was the king of Di in Yinping, the capital of Wudu. He echoed Ma Chao and raised troops to respond.

Now it is not inappropriate to be the prefect of Yinping, and it is not inappropriate to talk about returning home with wealth.

"I will sign a document for the two of you in the future, and I will take up the post of protecting Qiang, and I will be in charge of protecting the cavalry in Qiang's school lieutenant's mansion."

Feng Yong sat on the chair and said something.

They beat and scolded, but those who should be cultivated still need to be cultivated.

After all, it is really fragrant.

Yang Wannai is the head of the young emperor of the Baima Di clan, and he also knows about cavalry, so asking him to assist Zhao Guang can be regarded as giving the best of his talents.

"My brother really still loves me!"

After being beaten, scolded and threatened, Zhao Guang finally had a happy event, jumped up quickly, and shouted happily.

"Shut up!" Feng Yong shouted, "I don't love you at all!"

Zhao Guang looked aggrieved.

Feng Yong stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.

The battle in which the Sima clan sent the five-way army to attack Shu was regarded as a major event in the late Three Kingdoms period.

Feng Yong naturally knew this process clearly.

In order to cover Jiang Wei, Zhao Guang led Ji Han's main force to retreat and died in battle.

At the end of the Ji Han period when talents were dying, he could be regarded as a general among short people.

Because under the circumstances at that time, being able to be entrusted with the important task of covering the rear was naturally the person Jiang Wei trusted the most, and at the same time, he must have certain requirements for ability.

What's more, now he is his brother, so what can we do if we don't train him?

It's just that Feng Yong looked at the appearance of this guy in front of him, and his heart was a little drummed: Are you really capable of taking on important tasks?

Why do I always have a feeling of insecurity?

But thinking of Zhao Yun, Feng Yong felt a little relieved: At worst, he would ask the old man for his opinion and let him check it out.

If the old man thinks it's okay, then there's nothing to say.

After all, when Zhao Guang was guarding Xiaoguan last year, the old man didn't say anything, and he assumed that Zhao Guangneng would lead the army.

If the old man thinks that Zhao Guang is not suitable to lead the cavalry, then let him feel at ease as a partial general and lead a battalion of infantry to defeat him.

I believe that under the joint suppression of the old man and myself, a Erha will not be able to cause any disturbance.

After figuring this out, Feng Yong became happy again.

After waiting for so long, I can finally go home to see my wife and children.

On the second day, Zhao Guang rushed to Jicheng first.

Feng Yong handed over various matters to Li Qiu, and even took the soldiers to the foot of Hongchiling Mountain to enjoy the scenery in the cold weather.

It caused the Wei army guarding the various passes of Hongchiling to be nervous for a while.

Feng Junhou Yaowu's admiration of Hongchiling is also the key point to explain clearly to Li Qiu.

After the soldiers of Longyou Dudufu's Mansion took over the garrison, Feng Yong led the soldiers of Huqiang School Wei's Mansion back to Pingxiang.

At the same time, Chen Shi, the former prefect of Longxi, was transferred to be the prefect of Xiping County.

But the new Longxi prefect is a surprising figure, it is You Chu who disappeared for a long time.

Before traveling to Chu, he served as the prefect of Longxi for a long time, and he was deeply relied on by the officials of Longxi.

Now that he is serving as the prefect of Longxi again, he has changed from a Wei person to a Han person, which is quite dramatic.

Pingxiang in November has entered the coldest time.

But the Nuan Pavilion in Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion is as warm as spring.

The fine charcoal was burning vigorously, Guan Ji just put on a thin sweater, half bent over, and was concentrating on looking through the documents that Pingxiang had kept this year.

After raising the baby for so long, she sat on the confinement for another month, and she didn't touch the affairs of the Qiang Xiaowei's mansion for more than half a year.

So after confinement, while the child is asleep, she needs to re-familiarize with all this.

Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting beside her, looked absent-minded, and couldn't help secretly looking at Guan Ji's more magnificent curves than before.

Look at it once, lower your head once, and the look on your face becomes more and more depressed.

Guan Ji's senses were keen, and she noticed Zhang Xingyi's small movements, so she raised her head and asked with concern, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Xingyi rested his cheeks and murmured, "Sister, tell me, can brother-in-law come back before the child is a hundred years old?"

Guan Ji didn't pay much attention to it, she shook her head, "Who can say for sure about military affairs?"

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and there was a trace of satisfaction in the smile.

It may be because of becoming a mother, there is even a gentleness in her smile that has never been seen before.

"Compared to other women, I am lucky to be able to follow him in this way, but I dare not have too many extravagant expectations."

As a female general, Guan Ji naturally knew one thing: Most of the old officials who followed the late emperor to fight the world were separated from their wives.

It was not until the first emperor pacified the land of Shu and settled down that many people remarried and had children.

There are very few families whose wives and children have never been separated from the beginning to the end, and the Zhang family is one of the luckiest families.

So Si Niang may not have much understanding of this kind of thing.

But she herself is different. Not only has she seen life and death, she has also experienced it herself.

The words "Don't dare to have too many extravagant expectations" are her sincere words after having a child.

"We can help him in the rear, as long as he is safe in the front is enough."

The tone on Guan Ji's face was very calm, with her lowest extravagant hopes in her calm.

"Others, you can have them, you can't have them, don't force them."

Zhang Xingyi couldn't understand Guan Ji.

She supported her head with her hands, "Sister, it feels like you have changed a lot."

Guan Ji smiled lightly, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhang Xingyi's little head.

"When you become the child's mother in the future, you will understand. If you have a son and a daughter, and a caring Ah Lang, what more can you ask for?"

After the Northern Expedition, the second brother moved to the Central Guard Army, and now the Guan family has regained its footing, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Therefore, apart from asking Alang, who led the army to go into battle, to be safe, he really had nothing to ask for.

Zhang Xingyi curled her lips, "How can he be considerate? It's fine if he wasn't there when you gave birth, and you don't even know if the baby will come back in a hundred days!"

While the two were talking, there was a cry of a baby from the next door.

Then another baby started crying too.

Guan Ji heard her children crying and sighed in distress.

The two wet nurses quickly came over from the same inner door with their children in their arms, "Ma'am, the young man and the young lady are both hungry."

Guan Ji looked left and right, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and said hesitantly, "Give me your son, and you go feed your daughter."

"Why don't you feed your daughter first? My son is thick-skinned, don't spoil him too much."

The door of the room was pushed open, and a person entered in a burst of air-conditioning. Before the person could stand still, he suggested.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Xingyi stood up abruptly, opened his mouth and cried out in surprise: "Ah..."

"A Lang!" Guan Ji exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Yong closed the door tightly, then turned around, looked at Guan Ji, with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, gentle and proud.

It seemed that he was proud of his sudden appearance and gave his woman a surprise.

Guan Ji stood there in a daze, staring at him fixedly, as if she couldn't believe it.

Feng Yong only heard a reminder: "The child is crying, why don't you feed her quickly? Don't let her starve to death!"

Only then did Guan Ji remember a pair of children who were crying hard beside her, she said "ah", her hands and feet were a little flustered, "show me."

While Guan Ji was taking the child, Feng Yong turned his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xingyi.

Zhang Xingyi rolled his eyes at him, put on a stern face, and turned his head away, not looking at him.

Feng Yong was bored, consciously took off his thick robe and overcoat, and walked over lightly, "Is this our daughter?"

"It's my son."

Guan Ji turned her head slightly, looked at his face, and answered softly.

In front of her family, Alang, she was not shy, and was going to lift up her clothes to feed the child.

Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied immediately, he stretched out his hand to take the child from Guan Ji's hand, and carefully looked at the little man who was crying for milk.

The softest part of my heart was touched by something, and there was an inexplicable feeling, a little numb.

There was a warmth, a pity, in his chest.

Is this what it feels like to be connected to flesh and blood?

Really amazing.

Feng Yong's mouth unconsciously showed a gentle smile.

Then he handed the baby directly to the nurse: "Here, take it and feed it."

He stretched out his hand to bake on the edge of the fireplace next to him, making sure that there was no remaining air-conditioning, and then he carefully hugged his daughter.

At this time, the son's crying disappeared in the next door.

Strangely, the daughter also stopped, staring at Feng Yong motionlessly with her dark eyes, which seemed to be full of curiosity.

Feng Yongle's snot bubbles almost came out.

A smirk appeared on his face: "This is good, good daughter!"