Farmer of Shu Han

"The emperor and queen want to see our children?"

On the second day, Guan Ji was surprised when she got the news from Feng Yong.

Then her face showed a look of hesitation, "From Pingxiang to Hanzhong, the distance is not short, and the child is still young, and it is necessary to travel such a long distance, is it appropriate?"

Sure enough, after having a child, the child is more than everything.

"After all, it is the emperor and the empress who personally asked to see the child, so it's hard to refuse."

Feng Yong moved a rocking chair and lay down under the shade of a tree in the yard to enjoy the cool.

He raised his head and watched the sun shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves, dotted with stars.

"The child is still young and easy to take care of. When I leave, I will find two more wet nurses. It will be fine."

When the child is older and starts to eat by himself, he will easily get sick when he goes out for a long journey.

"Besides, after the Northern Expedition, it stands to reason that I should return to Jincheng to meet His Majesty."

"It's just that Longyou's side has a lot of military affairs and has been unable to get away. Now it's a good thing to have this opportunity to meet His Majesty in Hanzhong."

After Li Yan handed over Jiangzhou and returned to Jincheng, the big man can now be regarded as a monarch and his ministers working together, without so much suspicion.

But that doesn't mean you can ignore the rules at will.

If others lead the army, there will always be family members staying in Jincheng.

But Feng's mansion is now an empty shell, only an old housekeeper is watching Zhuangzi.

Only the Feng family's ancestral hall in the mansion proves that Zhuangzi's surname is Feng.

Now that I hold the military and political power in my hands, and my wife and even concubines are by my side, if I really want to pursue it, this is not in compliance with the rules.

Zhang Xingyi controls the key department of the secretariat of the Huqiang Captain's Mansion, and in the hearts of all sensible people, he is actually a disguised supervising army.

More importantly, counting the days, Zhuge Old Demon may not have a good few years to live.

Without the old demon Zhuge at the front, I'm afraid it would be inconvenient to do many things, at least you have to think more.

Coming here by myself has changed the fate of many people.

Only the old demon Zhuge felt powerless.

Today's big man is far more hopeful than in history.

But it may also be because of this that the Zhuge old demon has overdrawn his vitality even more.

It seems that if Chang'an is not captured, it is impossible for him to relax himself.

If this continues, the old monster Zhuge will properly follow the original historical track and die of hematemesis.

Medicine and medicine will not kill the disease, and the Buddha is a destined person!

With Zhuge's appearance like this, no matter how powerful a medical worker is, he can't save him.

In contrast, Mr. Zhao is much easier to deal with.

The victory of the Northern Expedition, the appointment as the governor of Longyou, and the formation of the Han cavalry all greatly improved the old man's morale.

If it didn't work, he sent Zhao Guang back to Jicheng, and asked the old man to beat him up a few times to exercise his muscles and bones.

Or let him drink two more sips of wine, and he will naturally feel better.

From the old man's current way of living, it shouldn't be a big problem to live another three or four years.

"When I returned to Hanzhong this time, seeing His Majesty is the first. Talking to the prime minister about something is the second."

"Thirdly, this time I will bring a group of veterans back to lay the foundation for Nanxiang's lecture hall."

In the past two years of continuous combat, although a group of elite soldiers have been trained, there are also many disabled soldiers.

Especially those soldiers from Nanxiang, let alone the army, are also favored by all parties among the people.

The sugarcane gardens and mines in Nanzhong, the guards and stewards of Dongfeng Express, and the grassroots personnel in Yueyi and Longyou all have a big gap.

If it weren't for the strength of the Xinghan Society, even the plantations and workshops of various families in Hanzhong and Shuzhong would definitely reach out.

After all, Nanxiang soldiers who have a foundation in literature and mathematics and have some knowledge are considered scarce talents in this era.

So Feng Yong himself had to pick out the best batch first, and let them go back to train the students in Nanxiang Lecture Hall.

Hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Guan Ji nodded:

"A-Lang has already made a plan, and the concubine will go back with you. I wonder when A-Lang plans to leave?"

"The exact date has not been determined yet, but no matter what, it should probably wait until September."

Not only do we have to wait for the Hanzhong palace to be built, but we also have to be careful not to delay the farming season.

In the area of ​​Hanzhong in Longyou, in late summer and early autumn, that is, in July and August, it often rains heavily for days on end.

At that time, the water levels of Hanshui and Xihanshui will skyrocket, making it difficult to travel.

The reason why the Zhuge old demon chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition at the beginning of spring, before the weather was completely warm.

It is also with this in mind.

Otherwise, the war will drag on to the rainy season, the mountain roads will be slippery, the river will swell, and it will be difficult to transport food from the rear.

Once this happens, there is no other way but to retreat.

It will be much better after entering September, when the harvest of autumn grain is almost finished.

It does not delay the farming season, and the road is easy to walk.

Guan Ji hummed vaguely, yawned lazily, stretched out her hands and rubbed her eyes, she seemed a little tired.

Then he flipped through the paper on the table: "It just so happens that my concubine also has a lot of questions that I would like to ask my uncle."

Feng Yong sat up straight, poking his head towards the table next to him.

Looking at the paper on the table with various symbols that he could not understand, Feng Yong asked with great concern:

"What? Even Madam doesn't know how to change the eight formations?"

The Han Dynasty did not have cavalry in the early years, so the eight formations were designed based on infantry.

Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion originally had two more units than others, one was the Modao team and the other was the engineering battalion, and now they have to add cavalry.

The changes to the eight formations are even greater.

Feng Junhou is an imbecile in terms of military formation, and he can't help at all in this regard.

However, the Eight Formation Diagram can be regarded as the Zhuge family's family art of war.

The prime minister and his wife were willing to pass on the Eight Arrays to themselves and Guan Ji because they regarded themselves and Guan Ji as disciples and daughters.

But this does not mean that he can pass the eight formations to others at will.

So now Guan Ji can only work hard on how to improve.

Guan Ji looked at Feng Junhou's hypocritical caring, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to expose him.

"How can it be so easy? My aunt is not familiar with military affairs, and she is not sure about some things."

"At most, it can give me a general idea, how to do it specifically, I still have to try it myself to know if there is any problem."

This time Feng Yong said sincerely: "Your Majesty has worked hard."

Leading an army is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult to lead an army into battle.

Feng Yong knew that the reason why he was able to win battles all the time was because he had a group of excellent generals under him, secondly, he had a group of high-quality grassroots officers and soldiers, and thirdly, he had strong logistics.

If you really want to change under the same conditions, I am afraid that any general of the enemy will be able to crush him.

What Guan Ji is doing now is to help her expand her advantages, and she should say thank you.

Seeing the slight tiredness on Guan Ji's face, Feng Yong persuaded with some distress: "Take your time, don't be so anxious."

"During these days in Longyou, madam went to the manufacturing bureau to give advice every day. Isn't Amei also not making what I want now?"

The Qin and Han Dynasties were the first peak period of crossbows. After hundreds of years of development, the production technology has been very mature.

If you want to make it a step further, it will not be accomplished overnight.

Both the production materials and the production process need breakthroughs, so that the manufacturing bureau can make the bed crossbow they want.

Now everything is stable and there are no major changes. It seems that Hu Qiang Xiaowei's Mansion has faintly entered a bottleneck period.

Feng Junhou was sighing when he saw Amei's figure suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Because the two wanted to talk about the emperor's visit to Hanzhong, they sent all the servants out of the yard at the beginning.

After Amei got permission, she trotted over and bowed to the two with a happy face.

Feng Yong looked at the sky, it was just after noon.

"It's not dinner yet, why are you back so early?"

Ah Mei was taken aback, and sure enough, she was misled by her husband, and asked blankly:

"The male gentleman is hungry, do you want the servant girl to cook some food?"

Guan Ji couldn't see him from the sidelines, so she kicked him from under the table, "I know how to bully Ah Mei to be honest."

Then she asked Amei kindly, "But what's the matter?"

Ah Mei glanced at Feng Yong subconsciously, and then said:

"Mr. Nan and Mrs. Nu, the maid has finished another printing machine, and the printed characters are much clearer than before, but I don't know if the characters meet the requirements of Mr. Nan..."

The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Guan Ji, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

This woman just doesn't know how to be kind.

Just now I comforted you by saying that Amei didn't have any results.

Do you know it's wrong now? It doesn't matter if this girl hits me in the face, but it's fine if it hits you...

Guan Ji didn't notice Feng Yong's eyes at all, because she was already attracted by Amei's words.

"That thing with random printing? You really made it?!"

Ah Mei was a little unconfident, looked at Feng Yong, and said in a low voice: "The printed words are clear, but I don't know if it suits the man's wishes..."

Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish speaking, she stood up abruptly, stepped in front of Feng Yong with her long legs, and pulled Feng Yong up.

At the same time, he said to Amei, "Quick, take us to see!"

"Back to the lady, it's too hot outside, it's hard to go out, the maid has already been moved here."

Amy said quickly.

When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed that Amei's temples were wet with sweat.

"Let them move in quickly."

The so-called printing press is actually a manual mimeograph machine.

The basic materials are stylus, stencil, steel plate, ink, printing table and so on.

Whether it is a stylus, a steel plate, or a printing table, it is actually not difficult to make.

Even if it can't be done, there are other alternatives.

After all, Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation under the name of Adou has been closely related to him since its establishment.

Now that they have Zhang Xingyi's relationship again, if they want to build something, it's just a matter of one sentence.

Things have been made a long time ago, the key is that there is no qualified stencil and ink.

These days, the quality of candles is extremely poor, and after burning for a long time, candle flowers have to be trimmed, so only wealthy people are eligible to use them.

As for waxed paper, no one has ever seen it before, but there are quite a few oiled papers.

In order to make the wax paper, all the beeswax produced by Zhang Xingyi's bee farm was handed over to the Manufacturing Bureau for waste.

Just because of this, Zhang Xingyi often murmured to herself.

Seeing Ah Mei install the mimeograph machine by herself, Feng Yong recalled his youthful time in his previous life, felt a lot of emotion, and couldn't help itching his hands.

Install the wax paper on the gauze frame, put the white paper on the printing table, press down the gauze frame firmly, pick up the ink roller, and brush it carefully.

Finally, he lifted the gauze frame again, took out the white paper, and found that neatly printed fonts had been printed on it, and the content was exactly the Enlightenment Book Thousand Characters, a specialty of the Feng Mansion.

Feng Yong couldn't help laughing, hey, it really did.

Guan Ji moved her head closer, her eyes were shining brightly.

In the end, I couldn’t get enough of it, I snatched the paper from Feng Yong’s hand, and couldn’t put it down: “With this kind of craftsmanship, coupled with Nanxiang’s engraving and printing books, all the students in the world will probably remember Alang’s goodness!”

"The words are still a little fuzzy."

Although the words printed by the mimeograph machines of later generations often have some ink blotches, generally speaking, as long as the printing is good, it is still clear.

Unlike now, there are always some faint burrs on the edges of the word.

This should be gauze, stencil and ink, or one of them is not satisfactory.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei's expression suddenly became a little nervous, "Since the gentleman is not satisfied, then the servant girl will find a way."

"Don't listen to him!"

While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally had enough appreciation, and stopped talking: "Don't listen to him, this is enough!"

"In the past, people who didn't have books at home wanted to learn, but they didn't even have the chance to copy a book. Now? First, there are engraved books, and then there is this mimeograph."

"Now people are begging us to borrow and buy books, not us begging them to learn books."

Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, her little face was full of complacency:

"In the beginning, how many people in Sichuan said that A Lang was flattering? Who would dare to say that now? As long as they are students who have been to Nanxiang to study, who would not speak well of A Lang?"

"Cao thief..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from those rangers who went to Cao thief's place to spy on information, that Cao thief is arguing that I am a man of no virtue and not worthy of being a literati."

Cao thief thinks he is orthodox in the world. In terms of martial arts and martial arts, he originally had a huge psychological advantage over the big man.

Otherwise, after Liu Bei's death, he would not have sent people into Shu to persuade the old demon Zhuge to surrender.

It's a pity that in the battle of Longyou, the big man beat Cao Wei so that his head was covered.

In addition, in the past two years, the big man has continued to squeeze the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei can only stare blankly in Guanzhong, with nothing to do.

Even if martial arts were suppressed, the few articles that have been circulated from Shu in the past few years are not only shocking works, but also faintly have the tendency to create a new style of writing.

Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an style of writing, which is one of Cao Wei's most proud literary styles.

If the big man catches up again in this aspect, then Cao Weisuo's statement that he is the most righteous in the world is worth discussing.

So a few years ago, when Feng Yong's article was introduced to Wei, it was still full of praise.

After all, Da Wei has a broad mind.

Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Longyou, Cao Wei's evaluation of Feng Junhou became worse day by day.

I don't talk about the beauty of the articles anymore, I only talk about virtues and don't cultivate them, and I have some weird habits, I am not a literati...

Since he is not a literati, can the articles he writes be called articles?

Emperor Wu's writing is ancient and straight, Emperor Wen's writing is beautiful, and the articles written by King Dong'a (Cao Zhi moved to Dong'a in the seventh year of Jianxing) are all derived from the national style.

All of them follow the traces of ancient prose and also have the style of innovation.

What kind of thing are you, a clever talker, who writes without the rhythm of ancient Chinese poetry?

"That's the slanderous words of a thief, how can you believe it lightly?"

Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Poetry and prose have aspirations. A Lang's prose can make people feel straight, and they can't help themselves. This is the beauty of poetry and prose."

"If you want to follow the rules and follow the ancient sites, and thus lose your original intention, and have form but no spirit, then at most it is just a craftsman's article, what's the benefit of reading it?"

Feng Yong heard his mother-in-law's unabashed praise for him, and immediately smiled as if he had eaten magpie shit.

"Siniang's secretariat needs this most. Amei, get someone to call Siniang and let her see that her beeswax was not wasted."

Block printing is the best method for classic books, but manual mimeographs are the most convenient for documents that are frequently changed, such as official documents and test papers.

Otherwise, you can't ask someone to carve a page for a piece of official document, right?

How wasteful is that?

Therefore, the usual official documents still have to be copied by a special person.

With the formation of the school and martial arts hall, the three-year simulation and five-year college entrance examination should be tasted by those children.

Thinking of this, Feng Tubie, who was full of malice, couldn't help showing an evil smile.

Guan Ji was upset when she heard that the first thing that came to her mind was Siniang.

Seeing his wretched smile again, his brows immediately raised!

"Bah! Feng Mingwen, you are so courageous!"

"Ouch!"

Feng Junhou was caught off guard, as if he heard the sound of bones on his body "cracking".

"Xijun, what are you doing, if you have something to say..."

"Si Niang can use this thing, can't I use it?"

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(PS: Don’t rush Xiaosi and Tubie any more. The 5,000-character chapter was written in one day and one night. The two of them talked about something on the bed at night. They survived only one night. They were killed by the beast early in the morning. It's gone, and I don't know when it will be released, my heart is bleeding.)