Farmer of Shu Han

"vulgar!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xingyi said something dissatisfied.

"Am I wrong?"

Feng Yong asked unconvincedly.

"That's the truth, but words can't be said that way."

Zhang Xingyi glared at him, angrily saying, "The higher you are, the more you understand this truth."

"The ancients must have a famous speaker. Even if Sun Quan attacked Jingzhou, it would be in the name of the former emperor who borrowed Nanjun and did not return it."

"Between the two countries, the meat-eaters have their own schemes. This is nothing, not to mention that we have the righteousness of the big man in our hands."

"But the people below are not carnivores. Can you still expect them to understand these principles? Where do you put your education?"

"If you only care about profit, then the ruler and ministers will be unrighteous, and the people will be rude. At that time, the world will put profit first, brothers will turn against each other because of profit, and father and son will become enemies because of profit."

"The mother is unkind and the son is unfilial. Although there are many methods, there is no cure. I am afraid that the prison will be crowded with prisoners."

"So this kind of thing, as long as the superior understands it in his heart, don't shout about it everywhere! What was your reputation like a few years ago, I don't know it in your heart?"

"How many people are waiting to catch you now, and I haven't paid attention to it yet."

Feng Yong was even more dissatisfied when he heard Zhang Xingyi's words.

You are foolish thinking, which is unacceptable!

Just thinking about it, Feng Junhou pretended to be disdainful when later generations advocated the combination of ruling the country by law and ruling the country by virtue.

I don't have the same knowledge as you, a feudal woman!

"You get out of the way, it's crowded, it's too hot."

Zhang Xingyi ignored him and pushed him hard again.

This time Feng Yong was pushed away, and he simply pulled a chair over.

"Si Niang, I have an idea."

"What?"

Zhang Xingyi turned her head and glanced at him.

Feng Yong cleared his throat, sorted out his thoughts, and then said:

"Before sending troops to Jincheng, I had imagined that under the current circumstances, Cao Wei's false emperor must do something in order to stabilize his position."

"Now we have deliberately released the news of Jincheng and Xiping to Guanzhong, and Sun Quan proclaimed himself emperor, so this forced Cao Rui to do something."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that the emperor of Wei State will no longer have any prestige."

Things like popular support and morale are invisible and intangible on weekdays. If they are said to be unimportant, it is because the critical time has not yet come.

When it really comes down to it, you can see its effect.

Zhang Xingyi thought for a while, then nodded, "Based on Wei's current situation, if Cao Rui has some ambitions, he has to find a way to restore his reputation."

Feng Yong smiled confidently, "During the Battle of Longyou last year, Cao Rui visited Chang'an in person, which shows how high-spirited he is."

"So in my opinion, this person will definitely not just sit around and watch Liangzhou lose, let alone watch Sun Quan become emperor without being indifferent."

"Indifferent?"

Zhang Xingyi repeated it, as if thinking about the meaning of the word, then nodded, "This word is good."

"What about Cao Rui!"

Feng Yong gave a heavy reminder, and was a little dissatisfied with her focus on words instead of business.

"Okay, okay, you say."

Zhang Xingyi recalled that when he first met him, he also told his aunt some insight into the world.

Xindao said that every word he said was different from others, but he didn't take it seriously, he really didn't know what to say to him.

Only then did Feng Yong continue, "You said, our capture of Jincheng and Xiping has already stimulated Cao Rui."

"Sun Quan just now intends to focus on the east. Wouldn't it be a great thing if he could start a war between Cao Wei and Soochow?"

Zhang Xingyi looked at him suspiciously, "Thieves Cao and Soochow have so many talents, how can you mobilize them to fight against each other?"

"Let me ask you, if Cao Rui wants to win people's hearts, what should he do?"

"Plundering the people and attacking land abroad is to show martial arts, and striving to govern internally to win people's hearts."

Feng Yong patted his thigh, "Wow! It really is a hero who sees the same thing. Siniang and I really have a good understanding..."

Zhang Xingyi didn't expect this person to be talking about something serious, and suddenly said such a sentence, and then his heart trembled, and he spat out:

"Nonsense again! Who was going to talk about business just now?"

"Hey, what I mean is that my previous guess about Cao Rui was the same as Siniang's thinking."

Feng Junhou secretly thought that my passive seduction skill is too powerful, it's not good, it's not good!

Be more careful in the future.

"It's just that I think it's more likely that Cao Rui will show off his martial arts to the outside world."

Zhang Xingyi asked, "Why?"

"Didn't I just say that? Cao Rui's spirit is quite high, and Cao Wei sits in the hinterland of the Central Plains, accounting for eighth of the world."

"He has suffered so many times, I'm afraid he won't want to swallow this breath. Also, the news from Zhongyuan Xizuo said that when he first came to the throne, he had done a lot of construction work."

"From this, it can be seen that this person is still a very successful person. Although Cao Wei has suffered a big defeat, he only lost the land of Longyou, at least he still has the strength to fight."

"So for this person, it is too long to work hard internally for several years, and he may not have the patience to wait."

With the political talent of the Zhuge old demon, after retreating and colonizing, he endured for six years and remained silent for six years before reappearing in front of the world.

The situation of Cao Wei is much more complicated than that of Shu.

The aristocratic family, powerful ministers, and clan are all intricately related. How many years will Cao Rui have to endure?

Look at him from the very beginning, he likes to build big buildings, he can still listen to advice at the beginning, but as he goes on, he becomes more and more irresistible.

Feng Yong didn't believe that he could bear it for so many years when he still had the strength to spare.

After Feng Yong analyzed the wave, he didn't get any response from Zhang Xingyi. When he looked up, he saw that her gaze was very strange.

So he pushed her, "How do you feel?"

Zhang Xingyi said something out of the question: "I think there is a very reasonable sentence."

"What?"

"Foresight and foresight, the ghost king."

Feng Junhou was startled for a while, but didn't understand for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly recalled it, and I was furious, "Can you talk properly!"

"My lord, this Han man has come to Xiping, and he is quite easy to talk to."

In the tent of the Bald Hair Department near Longyi City in the west of Xiping County, Bald Hair stood by the fire pond and said to Bald Pi Gu.

During the coldest time of the year, the Bald Hair Department moved as far east as possible to Xiping County in order to exchange food with the Han people.

Wei Ren's anomaly a few months ago made the bald department feel a little frightened and stayed away from Xiping.

After all, last year, the Bald Hair Department secretly communicated with the Han people. Who knows if the Wei people hold grudges and want to turn over old scores?

It wasn't until two months later that the flag of the Han people was raised over the city of Xidu that they realized that it was the Han people who had entered Xiping.

"It's easy to talk, but it may not be good-hearted!"

The bald man picked up a piece of dry cow dung and threw it into the firepit, his eyes were out of focus, he seemed to be muttering to himself, and he seemed to be talking to the bald man.

The bald man knew what the lord meant.

But he still said indifferently, "It's better than being with Wei people, right?"

Wei people always like to conscript their own tribal warriors to fight, but they lower the price of cattle, sheep and horses, and raise the price of grain.

Even in winter, he is unwilling to sell food to himself.

In contrast, the bald-haired Tianli must be more inclined to Feng Langjun.

After all, Feng Langjun once gave his tribe directions to find the pasture.

In fact, he even regrets it a little now.

If Mr. Han didn't disturb the situation in Longxi, or if he could dissuade the adults, there may not be such an embarrassment between the Bald Hair Department and the Han people now.

Thinking of this, the bald-haired Tianli couldn't help sighing, "It's all because of that Han."

The bald-haired man shook his head, "The trick that the surnamed Han mentioned to drive away wolves may be a lie to us, but it may also be true."

"It's just unexpected that he was able to secretly persuade the leader of our clan to intercept and kill our messenger to Feng Langjun."

Speaking of Han Qiu, the bald-haired man felt depressed for a while.

The Han family had a good reputation on the northern grasslands, and was even respected.

They use various methods to drive away death and disease, and many tribes on the grassland have received their favor.

The witch doctors of the Han family can even communicate with various gods such as mountains, rivers, plants and trees, and convey the will of the gods.

My own grandfather was once instructed by the gods and men, saying that only migrating tribes can be blessed by the gods.

It was just that my grandfather was old at that time, so he gave up the position of leader to an adult (Tuoba Jiefen).

So my lord was ordered to move to the south, and experienced countless valleys and deep valleys, with all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, and the tribe wanted to stop.

At this time, a mythical beast whose shape was like a horse and whose voice was like that of a cow appeared, guiding the tribe forward.

Finally, they moved to a place with abundant water and grass in the southern desert. At this time, the Xiongnu had already fallen, and the tribe was able to multiply and grow.

Then the lord met the goddess again, and the celestial girl gave birth to a son for the lord.

The adults also specifically asked the witch doctor of the Han family about the celestial girl giving birth.

After the witch doctor communicated with the gods, he said that God had sent the son of God to the Tuoba tribe, and that the Tuoba tribe was a tribe blessed by the gods.

The leaders of the two generations of the Tuoba tribe met the gods, so for the future of the Tuoba tribe, the adults naturally passed on the position of the tribe leader to the son of the goddess.

Instead of passing it to yourself by convention.

I can only be forced to take part of the tribe away to find new pastures.

The only thing that people didn't expect was that after he had brought his clan so far, people from the Han family could still find him.

Moreover, he also wanted to use the relationship between the bald department and Feng Langjun to harm Feng Langjun.

Although it did not cause any serious consequences in the end, Han Qiu's plan to drive away wolves and tigers made him hesitate and did not cooperate with the Han army in time.

In addition, the courier in the clan was intercepted and killed, resulting in failure to notify Feng Langjun in time, causing Feng Langjun to be in danger.

After all, there was a rift between the bald department and Feng Langjun.

The bald man looked at his lord's appearance and comforted him, "Don't worry too much, lord. Feng Langjun is open-minded and generous in his work."

"We broke the contract earlier, so he fined us 30,000 cattle and sheep."

"Now we see that we lack food and clothing for the winter, and someone gave us things on credit first, and let us spend the winter near Longyi City."

"If he really hated us, he would wish we had frozen to death in the West Sea. He wouldn't be so generous."

When Tuoba Pigu heard his son's words, he felt even more sullen.

For so many years, he has led his clansmen to wander around without leaving the tribe, so he naturally has a persistence in his heart.

At least in dealing with things, one must be fair and just to convince the clansmen.

Everyone in the clan knew that Feng Langjun was very kind to the bald-haired department.

But when he was in Longxi, it was obvious that Han Qiu was deliberately trying to provoke the relationship between the bald department and Feng Langjun.

But what he said made some sense, it was really a dilemma.

Thinking of this, the wrinkles on the bald-haired man's forehead couldn't help but wrinkle deeply.

"grown ups?"

The bald-haired man called out.

The bald-haired guy then sighed, "Gutu, tell me, what if we continue to look for pastures in the west?"

The bald-haired Tianli was taken aback, "My lord, is this place not good? Why do we continue to go west?"

The bald-haired guy glanced at his son with an extremely complicated expression.

"Gutu, you have to know that I'm already old, and you will be the leader of our bald hair department in the future."

In fact, if the tribe really continues to go west, I'm afraid that I will hand over the position of the leader of the tribe like my grandfather did, and let my son lead the tribe to continue going forward.

Having said that, he stared at his son, "You will become the leader in the future, are you willing to depend on others?"

The bald-haired Tianli didn't answer right away.

The jumping flames reflected his face, changing from sunny to dark, just like his mood.

He understood what his lord meant.

At the beginning, I and my lord had imagined that, with Xihai gaining a firm foothold, we would go south to sweep away the miscellaneous beards in Longxi's Fanghan area.

Then the bald hair department can have pastures as far as Xihai in the north and Fanghan in the south, and even let Zahu grow food for them in Fanghan.

In this way, the bald hair department will no longer depend on others for food.

Back then, there was a man named Song Jian who, with Zahu's support, was able to reign in Fanghan for 30 years. In addition, the people of Wei had ignored the area of ​​Fanghan for these years.

I'm afraid they don't even care about when the master of Yanhan changes.

So the baldness department may not be able to learn from Song Jian.

It's just that they didn't expect that they would meet Feng Langjun who wanted to pacify the whole area of ​​Longxi.

Thinking of Feng Langjun's terrifying fine cavalry, countless eagle shooters, and long knives that can chop even men and horses into pieces...

The bald-haired Tianli suddenly asked:

"My lord, tell me, can the Han people defeat the Wei people?"

The bald-haired man looked at his son strangely, not understanding why he would ask such a question.

"I heard that the Wei people are very powerful. They occupy the whole of the Central Plains. There are countless grains, mountains of weapons, and warriors everywhere."

"Although the Han people are very powerful to us, I'm afraid there is no advantage to the Wei people."

During these years of wandering with his clansmen, the bald-haired guy has seen a lot.

He still knows some things about the Han and Wei dynasties.

The bald-haired Tianli did not agree with the bald-haired Pigu's words: "My lord, if the people of Wei are really so powerful, why did they lose Longyou?"

"We haven't even been able to send troops to bring it back, let alone now that the Han people have crossed the river and occupied the place of the Wei people?"

The bald-haired guy was taken aback, but he hadn't thought about this question.

"My lord, the Wei people are very powerful, but the Han people are also very powerful. The Wei people are not good to us, but Feng Langjun is not bad to us, right?"

The bald-haired Tianli continued to lower his voice, "If Liangzhou has always been the place of the Wei people, then it's okay for us to continue westward."

"But if it becomes a place for Han people, and we have friendship with Feng Langjun, why can't we live here for a long time?"

The bald-haired man was shocked: "Then Han Qiu..."

"My lord, I have been to Longyou a few times, and I have seen many things. The miscellaneous beards in Longyou helped the Han people beat the Wei people last year. I heard that it was because of Feng Langjun."

"Those miscellaneous beards are living a much better life now than before. They all say that Feng Langjun is the descendant of the mountain god, and he came out to help them..."

Before the bald-haired man could finish his words, the bald-haired man suddenly stood up: "People in the clan, how many people think like you?"