Chapter 519 Loach, loach

  In March of the fourth year of Jianxing, Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, defeated the horse hunting department in Chan County.

  The news was sent back to Qiongdu, just entering April.

  The weather in April is starting to get hot.

  The land reclamation in Qiongdu is in full swing.

  Sunshui River Valley is rich in water, and both sides of the river are flat land.

  As long as the place is well planned, then burn the land, dig the land, clean up the stones and other things in the soil, and finally build a dam by the river, diversion canals, etc., a field can be opened quickly.

  The soil by the river is already fertile. When the horse farm is on the right track, it will be fertilized and fertilized several times, and the fertile land will come out.

  Feng Yong made an appointment with the leaders of the Yi people who participated in the reclamation, to open 50 mu of land, the Han people would get 30 mu, and the Yi people would get 20 mu. They were allowed to settle in the plains and taught them about farming and mulberry.

  With a sharp knife in one hand and a soft hand in the other, even if someone wants to say no, and wants to go back to the mountains and continue to be the emperor happily, they have to weigh whether their neck is strong enough.

   It’s not that no one has thought of doing this before, but one is that there are not enough troops. If you want to reclaim land with peace of mind, you must have enough troops to deter.

   With enough troops, secondly, there must be enough prestige.

  The prestige of the ghost king is scary enough in Nanzhong, but it is also a disguised prestige, at least the barbarians believe in this, and the ghost king personally guarantees that it still has credibility.

  The third thing is that there is enough food supply.

  Before the advent of artifacts such as Ba Niuli and Quyuanli, the cost of land reclamation was quite high. In the first two or three years, there was basically only input but no output.

  Who has the patience to raise Yi people for two or three years?

   And the fourth is to have sufficient financial resources.

  The most important thing is whether there are prospects worth investing in, or money.

   There are other kinds, such as enough cattle and so on.

  With enough prestige, the court is willing to send enough troops, has enough resources in hand, and can gather the strength of everyone, so that everyone believes that the development of Yuejun is a profitable way...

   Listed one by one, all those who can meet these conditions are basically just one person.

   To be honest, because Feng Yong didn't like the reputation of the ghost king, he never cared what kind of influence the ghost king had in Nanzhong.

   Now that I came to Yuejun, I realized that the identity of the ghost king is really like reducing the wisdom and increasing the charm of the barbarians.

   As soon as the order was given, all the barbarians near Qiongdu obeyed.

  After the defeat of the Dongqu tribe, even the leaders of the Yi tribes in the distance began to come to visit the ghost king with gifts.

  At this time, Feng Yongcai recalled why when the old monster Zhuge was in Nanzhong, he started to make Meng Huo and Huo Aji open their eyes and make up the deeds of the ghost king.

  Even when Weixian erected a monument to pledge the oath, the ghost king was even allowed to witness.

  The intention is obvious, that is to constantly raise the reputation of the ghost king.

   Now that I am in Yuejun, it is more convenient for me to do things because of the ghost king's reputation.

   "Slow down, slow down, be careful, don't miss it!"

   At this time, Guiwang Feng was wearing a straw hat, squatting on the temporary ridge of the field, his fingers were about to poke into the mud, and said anxiously.

  The barbarian child with his upper body bare and his legs bare was covered in mud all over his body, and he was digging and pulling the mud.

   Even because the back is facing the sun, the agglomerated off-white mud has already stuck to the body.

  Hearing Feng Yong's words, he raised his head and grinned, carefully picked up a lump of mud with both hands, put it on the field ridge, and then wiped it away with his hands, only to see a loach the size of **** inside.

  The loach was exposed to the air, and immediately twisted a few times, wanting to jump back into the field.

   "Oh, so big! Black and big!"

  Feng Yong called out.

  The barbarian child folded his hands deftly, picked up the loach, and put it in the fish basket beside him.

   "Twenty pieces!" Feng Yong stretched out his two essential fingers and said seriously, "There are still eighty pieces, and you can exchange for one meatloaf."

   "Twenty, eighty."

  The barbarian child nodded, imitating Feng Yong and stretching out two fingers, speaking inarticulately.

   Then he said something to the children around him. They cheered, and then lowered their heads to dig the mud seriously.

  The barbarians in the distance saw this Han official without any airs, squatting on the ground and playing fish-catching games with his own children, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

  After these days of contact, in the impression of all of them, although this Han official hangs around all day long and does not do serious things, he has the best temper and the most generous.

  At the same time, his hobbies are a bit special, or rather silly, he is willing to exchange meatloaf for things in the mud.

  No one thought that the most friendly Han official in front of him turned out to be the famous ghost king.

  Seeing another child coming over with a loach in his hands, King Feng stretched out his head to look at it, it was only the size of a pencil, and immediately shook his head, indicating that he didn't want it.

  The child nodded and threw the loach far away.

  At this time, only someone commotion was heard in the distance, and then the noise became louder and louder.

  Feng Yong stood up and looked up, only to see someone running towards him.

   "Sir, Prefect Meng sent a message."

  Among the high officials of the Han people, even Wei Rong, the youngest, has a certain deterrent effect on the Yi people, because he controls the distribution of food.

  Seeing Wei Rong running towards him, the Yiren kid took a few steps back calmly.

   "Oh, prefect Meng has news?"

  Hearing what Wei Rong said, Feng Yong waved his hand at the barbarian children in the mud to signal them to continue, and then walked towards Wang Han who was waiting not far away.

   "The final general will meet Feng Changshi."

   Unexpectedly, it was Wang Han who was sent by Meng Yan. Feng Yong was a little surprised and asked, "Prefect Meng sent General Wang here, but what is the military situation?"

   "Back to Changshi, a few days ago, Taishou Meng defeated the horse hunting department in Chan County, and sent a general back to report to Changshi."

  Wang Han announced the good news to Feng Yong with a happy face.

"oh."

  Feng Yong nodded, his expression unchanged.

  Zhang Yi defeated the Dongqu tribe in less than ten days. Meng Yan is also a figure who can lead the flying army and can kill Sima Yi. How can the mere Zhuoma tribe be his opponent?

   "Has Prefect Meng ever returned?"

On the contrary, Wang Han saw Feng Yongbo's calmness, and secretly admired his calmness. When he heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied, "Never. Bring some food and grass over there."

  Hearing Wang Han's words, Feng Yong asked strangely, "Since the Department of Catching Horses has been defeated, why don't you return to the division?"

"Returning to Changshi, we fought against the horse-catching department in Yuchan County, and captured the leader Wei Lang. Seeing his disobedience, Meng Yan released him again, saying that he was going back to regroup and fight again. Therefore, the prefect Let the general come back and get some more food."

Um?

  Feng Yong touched his chin.

   This trick looks familiar, very familiar...

   "What are the seized materials?"

   "Two thousand horses, three hundred cows, three thousand sheep, and other furs are worthless."

  Feng Tubie's eyes widened when he heard this, "So many?!"

  Dongqubu was wiped out, and the total number of cattle, sheep and horses captured was more than a thousand.

  He originally thought that the Zhuoma tribe was a smaller tribe than the Dongqu tribe, and the capture should not be as much as that of the Dongqu tribe. He didn't expect Meng Yan's harvest to be so rich.

Wang Han grinned, "Almost everyone in the horse catching department rides horses and uses them to graze animals, so naturally there are more cattle, sheep and horses. That's all, and only the intact ones are counted. Those who were injured and died are not counted." Calculate."

   "Okay, okay!" Feng Yongxi was moved, "That's great!"

   As he spoke, he pulled Wei Rong over, "How much grain and grass do you want? Just tell me, my disciple. He is the county lord Bo, who is in charge of money and grain. Then I will send another thousand soldiers to go back with you."

   Eshun was still chasing the Dongkui Qu and the remnants of the Dongqu tribe in Suqiyi. Zhang Ni brought back 1,500 soldiers, and sent another 1,000 to help Meng Yan. There was no problem at all.

   Before the racecourse was built, there were already nearly 5,000 Yunnan horses. It was so cool!

   "Wei Rong, take General Wang down to rest first. If General Wang wants to eat something, he will ask the people below to make it for General Wang."

   "Yes." Wei Rong responded, "Please, General Wang."

   "Okay, thank you Mr. Wei."

   "What would General Wang want to eat?"

   "I almost vomited just eating the dry food these days. If I can have a bowl of hot soup and meatloaf, it will be delicious!"

  …

  People are in good spirits on happy occasions. After the sun goes down, everyone quits work, and Feng Yong returns to the temporary residence in Qiongdu with a heavy fish basket.

  The relatively well-preserved residences in Qiongdu City can barely live in after repairs these days.

  Feng Yong picked a small courtyard and moved in, so he didn't have to squeeze into the barracks anymore.

   Around the yard, idlers and others are not allowed to approach within three feet without permission.

   "The lord is back?"

  There are two servants in the yard, one is a cook and the other is a servant who does rough work.

   Seeing Feng Yong return to the yard, the cook quickly came up to take the fish basket in Feng Yong's hand, "What do you want for dinner, my lord?"

   "I don't care, I will eat whatever Xijun wants to eat."

   "The lady hasn't come back yet."

   "Oh, then wait a while, help me wash the fish here, and then put it in the wooden barrel at the end."

  In the shade of the corner of the small courtyard, there are several wooden barrels with tree branches on top for shade.

  Feng Yong walked over, picked up the branch, and looked inside, only to see that it was full of loaches and eels. Counting the days, the front bucket should have almost vomited up the soil.

  Fried loach and rice field eel, Hangong Zangjiao, braised eel section...

   Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

  In the past few years, I have been running around all the time. The good old days of lying under the willow tree and fishing are gone forever.

   How about just loach for dinner tonight?

  Yes, that's it.

  Thinking like this, he couldn't help humming, "The pond is full, and the rain has stopped..."

   "There are loaches everywhere in the mud beside the field..."

   "Every day I wait for you, waiting for you to catch loach..."

  While humming, he took out the bucket. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw an extremely handsome face that was almost pressed against his own face, so scared that the bucket in Feng Yong's hand almost fell.

   "Brother...Brother...Xi Jun, when did you come back?"

  Guan Ji smiled softly, "Alang came back when he was squatting here. Hearing the song that Alang hummed had a special taste, so I didn't say hello. I want to listen to it for a while."

"Oh, that's how it is."

  Feng Yong did not suspect him, poured out the water in the bucket, and said, "This is the tune from my teacher's school. I heard that it uses the tune from the extreme west."

   "Please, Xijun, bring me a clean basket."

  Guan Ji took the basket, handed it to Feng Yong, and watched him pour the loach in the bucket into it to rinse, "No wonder Qu'er sounds weird, but what is it singing? Why can't you understand?"

   "Loach, this is the thing, we call it an eel."

  Feng Yong pointed to the loach in the basket, and explained, "This song is about a little girl leading his elder brother to catch eel in the field."

   "Oh, so that's the case." Guan Ji nodded, and said casually, "Alang likes to go to the fields with the little girl to catch mud...loach? Is that what it's called?"

"right."

   "It turns out that Ah Lang has this preference."

  What do you like?

  Feng Yong suddenly felt something was wrong, "I mean, loach..."

   "Yeah, loach."

  Guan Ji nodded, "Alang taught Siniang this song by himself, and Siniang often hummed it. In this world, besides Alang, only Siniang can sing it?"

  Feng Tubie broke into a cold sweat.

   It's over!

   I was so carried away that I actually forgot about this one.

  Guan Ji, you have changed!

   This woman's palace fighting is indeed an instinct.

  At first, it seemed like gossip, so I let myself relax my vigilance, then asked myself about Qu'er with a curious look, and finally gave me a fatal blow, completely natural, without a trace of deliberation.

   Careless, careless wow!

  Only Guan Ji Youyou said, "Last year when Alang went south, my concubine sang "Beating the Drum" to see Alang off, but Alang sang a song with exactly the same words as this loach song."

   "The concubine thought affectionately at the time that this was for the concubine, but later she didn't expect that Siniang would actually sing this song about loach. Now I think about it, you two are singing in harmony with each other, right?"

   Khan!

   sweat!

   Waterfall Khan!

   Genghis Khan!

  Guan Ji's tone was still gentle, and she put her right hand on Feng Yong's shoulder, as if she wanted to hug him.

   As soon as the cook lady walked out of the kitchen, she saw the warmth between the lord and the lady, and thought the picture was very beautiful, so she sneaked away again, making Feng Yong miss a great opportunity to escape.

   "When... what was I singing at that time?" Feng Yong didn't dare to move, and asked stammeringly, "I forgot."

   "How does the concubine know about the harmony between Ah Lang and Siniang?"

  Guan Ji's tone was extremely gentle, but the plain hand on Feng Yong's shoulder began to exert strength faintly.

   "Oh, I remembered!"

  Feng Yong shouted, the desire to survive before his death made him explode with amazing potential, "Golden Sword and Diao Ling!"

"This song tells the story of the chivalrous and gentle sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, not what Xi Jun imagined. Listen, Xi Jun, the meaning of this song is: holding a three-foot sword of justice at the waist, with thousands of tender feelings in the heart, and going to and from the mountains and rivers freely Between the two, the love between the two is also lingering..."

"Xijun, think about it, how can Si Niang's martial arts compare with yours? This three-foot sword can describe you, so this song must be sung for you. At that time, there was a thousand mountains between us. Wanshui, that's why I send you the words of lingering love."

  Guan Ji heard this extremely explicit love story, her fair face immediately blushed, her eyes rolled, and she gently parted her red lips, "Really?"

   "There is no more real." Feng Langjun saw that there was a play, and immediately started his stunt, "This song is specially assigned to a legendary novel. When I write it, you will know."

   "There are also these loaches. Now I'm going to wash them out and cook them myself tonight. I'm going to cook them for you. I guarantee you haven't eaten them."

  Going to catch loach with the little lady is more interesting than eating fried loach with Xijun?

   "Ah Lang has a heart."

  Guan Ji saw that there was no one around, and pecked him on the face like a dragonfly on the water, and said softly, "Ah Lang is now a prince, why should he cook by himself, if people find out, he will be a joke."

"What do they know? I learned the art of easy teeth, and it's very normal to cook. It's really hard for Xijun to patrol around these few days. I can't bear it. I just want to reward Xijun. "

  Feng Yong coaxed quickly.

  The water in Guan Ji's eyes became more and more moist.

  She looked at the loach in the basket, and frowned slightly, "Can such ugly things be eaten?"

   "When the time comes, you will know as soon as you taste it!"

  The uglier the thing, the tastier it is, don’t you experience it, Xijun?

  Feng Tubie thought of this, his heart was shaking, and his mouth was dry.

  (end of this chapter)