Chapter 567 VIP

  Wang Ping and Feng Yong from Nanzhong were the farthest of the generals sent to Hanzhong by the prime minister of the Han Dynasty to follow the Northern Expedition, and Feng Yong was the latest.

  Wang Ping set off a month earlier than Feng Yong. Feng Yong delayed until the road between Yuejuan and Jincheng was reopened. Then he personally led the army out of Yuejuan on the road, as a test of the new road.

   When he led his army to Hanzhong, it was already the last month of Jianxing's five years.

  As early as two months ago, Hanzhong had cut off the non-governmental transactions with Jincheng, and all the way was transported to Hanzhong for the Northern Expedition military supplies.

  Nanzheng's surroundings were already full of troops, with noisy troops and flags flying.

  The person who came to arrange the residence of Feng Yong's headquarters was an old acquaintance.

  I only heard Feng Yong call out affectionately: "Brother."

   Zhuge Qiao, who was wrapped in a down jacket, was also very happy to see Feng Yong, with a smile all over his face, "Brother, you are finally here! You are the only one missing in Hanzhong."

  Feng Yong showed a look of horror on his face, "Could it be that my brother is late, and the prime minister wants to punish me with military law?"

  When Zhuge Qiao heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed at Feng Yong, "It's you, who dares to make fun of the prime minister like this. If it were someone else, who would dare?"

  Feng Yong laughed.

  Seeing Feng Yonghun's indifferent appearance, Zhuge Qiao felt a little envious in his heart.

  Whether it's an adult or a mother, they dote on this younger brother very much, and they have always been strict with themselves.

  Just like now, how could I have the guts to make fun of adults like this?

   I am afraid that I will not be beaten.

   "Brother, let me tell you how many people you will bring this time, so that Brother Wei can prepare for the allocation of food and grass, and see where it is appropriate to arrange your troops to camp."

   "Little brother brought 8,000 people here this time, and the former army has 3,000 people. Brother is the food and grass officer of the Northern Expedition Army this time?"

"My brother has been a food and grass officer in Hanzhong for so long, so when the army is stationed in Hanzhong, all the food and grass are handed over to my brother." Zhuge Qiao rubbed his forehead, "You don't know, these days, I haven't slept Have a good night's sleep."

After speaking, he looked around again, and then whispered, "Nanxiang, I heard that people are not allowed to come in and out at will, and it is called martial law, even the little accountants in the school are not allowed to come here at will. "

   "Good brother, you will do me a favor later, and help me call a few little gentlemen over here, otherwise I will be really busy."

  Feng Yong said strangely, "I remember that students from Nanxiang Academy have been transferred to Nanzheng Workshop in turn to check accounts."

"Cough!" Zhuge Qiao patted his thigh, "How many people are there? How can it be enough? The workshop has not stopped, the woolen cloth has to be distributed, and the accounts are not fooled, and the Hanzhong mansion collected money two years ago. The food and grass brought up must be counted in the treasury, and the weapons in the arsenal must be handed over to the army."

"The few accountant gentlemen who were transferred here will go back after a few days. Next time, another group of people will come and have to start again. The prime minister's army has been urged several times, and we are asked to settle it quickly. complete."

   "Join the army?"

  During the first Northern Expedition, joining the army was a sensitive word. Feng Yong subconsciously asked, "Which one joins the army?"

   "Yang joined the army."

   "Yang Yi?"

"right."

   "No wonder."

  Feng Yong nodded, this is a talented villain.

  History books say that he "planned the branch, raised the grain, and didn't think about it, so it was easy." From this point of view, this person's mental arithmetic ability should be very strong, at least much better than himself.

  Although he is nominally the head of Nanxiang Academy, but now Nanxiang accountant is famous, and many people take the credit for himself.

   But in fact, Feng Yong knew very well that the foundation of mathematics in Nanxiang Academy was actually laid by Amei.

  Even in Yuejuan, when she has the opportunity, she will continue to teach those students more advanced mathematics, and she is the most powerful master of mathematics in the eyes of the students of Nanxiang Academy.

  If Ah Mei and Yang Yi compare mental arithmetic, which one will be better?

With such thoughts passing through his mind, Feng Yong nodded at the same time, "Since the elder brother has opened his mouth, there is no reason why the younger brother should not follow. At this time, there are many students who followed me to Hanzhong. Those juniors who haven't finished their lessons are much better."

   "When the time comes, I will send some people to help my brother, so my brother won't have to worry about it."

"Okay, okay!" Zhuge Qiao was overjoyed, and took Feng Yong's arm, "Let's go, I'll take you to pick a good camp. If you need something later, you can tell Brother Wei, as long as you don't break the rules, Brother Wei will definitely meet you." Do your best to help you think of an idea!"

   Sure enough, there are people in the DPRK who are good at handling things.

  Feng Yong giggled, "That's the deal."

  After choosing a place to camp, Feng Yong handed over the arrangements for camping to Huang Chong who followed him, and then he went to the Chinese army camp to meet Zhuge Liang.

  Coals were burning in the new-style stove in the handsome tent, and there was a kettle on the stove, which was steaming.

  The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was sitting by the stove, holding a book and reading it intently.

   "Shi Feng Yong, Chief of Yue Yu, was ordered to lead the army here and met the prime minister."

  Feng Yong saluted loudly after entering the commander's tent.

  Zhuge Liang put down his book, nodded slightly to Feng Yong, "There are only you and me here, and it's not a military discussion, so sit down as you like."

  Feng Yong looked behind and confirmed that there was no one there. He hurriedly said "Hey", moved the small horse beside the stove to the edge of the stove, sat down on his buttocks, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

  Zhuge Liang didn't mind, and even asked gently, "Do you want some tea?"

   "A little..." Feng Yonggang wanted to say "thirsty", but he looked at the bowl next to him, and finally held back, shaking his head and said, "I don't drink, I always want to go to the latrine after drinking, it's too cold, I don't want to move."

  Feng Yong has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and people these days don't pay attention to hygiene, so he usually uses the bowl for drinking water only for himself.

  Now even if you are thirsty, you have to say you are not thirsty.

  The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty angrily threw the book in his hand aside, and cursed, "Vulgar!"

  Feng Tubie laughed dryly and shrank his neck.

   Seeing this kid looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty was also a little helpless.

This Northern Expedition not only had enough military resources, but also didn’t need to hurt the people’s livelihood too much. This son has contributed a lot, and I wanted to praise him, but I never thought that he would just say this when he came in. It’s really shocking **** off.

   "How many people did you bring here this time?"

   "Eight thousand."

  Feng Yong stretched out his finger and gestured.

  Zhuge Liangliang nodded, thinking about it.

  Meng Huo's daughter, Hualan, moved to a large tribe, and there were also some small tribes who followed her, totaling 30,000 to 40,000 people. Last year, another 30,000 Han people were relocated, and together with the original Yi people, the three counties of Sunshuihe Valley now have more than 120,000 people.

  So although Yuejuan is a newly established place, drawing 8,000 people should not be a big problem.

   "How many soldiers? How many auxiliary soldiers?"

  Zhuge Liang asked again.

   "Six thousand soldiers, two thousand auxiliary soldiers."

  The continuous improvement of dry food has greatly reduced the logistical pressure.

  Even if you are a soldier, carry a cylindrical dry food bag on your back, which contains dry food 2.0, and put two salted fish, it can last for nearly a month.

During the past two years in Yuejue, Feng Yong has been doing a lot of infrastructure construction. He has built a batch of water mills in the Sunshui River Valley and grinds noodles day and night. lard.

  So the dry ration 2.0 supplied to the army is mixed with enough oil, not the reduced version like the one that was first eaten by the Yueyi people.

   Moreover, there are salt wells in Yuexi, and fish are raised in the fields, so save money, and each dry food bag can barely supply two salted fish.

  So the two thousand auxiliary soldiers, in addition to transporting food, Feng Yong wanted them to transport other equipment.

   But the thinking of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty is still stuck in the previous impression, and he has no idea of ​​the improvements Feng Yong has made to his army. He frowned and said, "There are a few auxiliary soldiers."

  According to the usual practice, soldiers and auxiliary soldiers are one-to-one, so as to ensure sufficient food supply capacity and enough manpower to set up camp.

   "It's quite a lot. I have improved another batch of dry rations. Two thousand auxiliary soldiers are enough."

  Feng Yong didn't intend to say more.

  The reason why the Dry Food 2.0 didn’t tell Zhuge Laoyao in advance is because the pig farming industry can only be regarded as just emerging, and the lard was obtained only by relying on the internal relationship of Xinghanhui.

  As for the beans needed, they are currently in short supply as agricultural products. It is just the pastures in Yuejuan that don’t know how many beans are consumed every day.

   If you really want to speak out, the old demon Zhuge will wave his hand and let the army eat first... then just wait and cry.

   It is reasonable to give priority to one's own soldiers.

  As for the others...Anyway, there are enough auxiliary soldiers and sufficient supplies. Fuck you, I'm not the prime minister anyway!

   "As for setting up the camp, I plan to take the Nanxiang engineering team to Long. They are proficient in this line of work, so they won't need so many auxiliary soldiers."

  Feng Yong found an excuse.

  The corner of Zhuge Liang's mouth twitched. The Nanxiang Engineering Team, which specializes in civil engineering, has excellent technology, high efficiency, and organizational discipline. Anyone who sees it is envious.

  The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty is no exception, but he is embarrassed to mention this kid's appearance of "mine is mine".

  So the prime minister of the Han Dynasty slapped his mouth a little tastelessly, "A few days ago, it was the coldest time in winter. You led the army here. Has anyone had frostbite?"

   "There are a few, but it's not a big problem. They are all minor injuries. It's okay. I have glycerin."

  Feng Yongman replied nonchalantly, he deliberately waited until the coldest time to set off, just to test the cold resistance ability of his troops, otherwise Longyou and Liangzhou would be much colder than Nanzhong.

  Although spring should have started in Shanglong and the weather will get warmer, it is always right to be careful.

  Zhuge Liang was taken aback, "What glycerin?"

  Why do you always come up with something I haven't seen?

   "Oh, when I went to Nanzhong two years ago, I saw a kind of oilseed there. Although the squeezed oil is poisonous and cannot be eaten, it is waterproof, can be applied to weapons, and can prevent rust."

  “More importantly, you can boil something out of it, called glycerin, and apply it on your hands, feet and face to prevent freezing, so you don’t have to worry about frostbite in winter.”

  Tung oil is everywhere in Nanzhong. Feng Yong's loyal younger brother Li Yi is from a family in Nanzhong.

   What's more, the harvest is not in vain, and it is exchanged for grain.

   It’s convenient for me, and I can appease the people after pacifying Nanzhong, and Li Hui can gain an official voice, what a great thing?

  The production of soap with tung oil failed, but good things can be extracted from the failed products, so it is not a loss.

   "There are such good things, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

  The prime minister of the Han Dynasty stared wide-eyed, "Give me a batch!"

   "Oh, no problem, how much?"

  Feng Yong scratched his head, anyway, he has been preparing for two years, and the glycerin he saved is not old or young

   "Not much, just enough for 10,000 people to use for a month."

  The engineering team couldn't get it, and the prime minister, who was extremely upset, came asking for a sky-high price.

   This time it was Feng Yong's turn to widen his eyes suddenly. What did I want to say just now? Glycerin is not old or young?

   "Prime...Prime Minister, this glycerin, I exchanged grain for tung oil, and transported it from Nanzhong, and finally made it hard. It is not easy to come by..."

  Feng Langjun stammered.

   "No money!"

  The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty knew that someone was desperate for money, so he interrupted him very simply.

   Feng Yong was dumbfounded.

   "Prime Minister, I remember that a few months ago, I seemed to have sold a few short positions. I heard that the treasury was full of money and food..."

   "Who did you listen to?"

   "Brother!"

   "Which brother?"

  The prime minister of Han stared.

   "Zhuge...brother..."

  Feng Yong replied with some timidity.

  Zhuge Liang:...

  Then the prime minister gritted his teeth and emphasized again, "No money! No food!"

   Damn it!

   Do you want to search like this?

  Feng Yongda is dissatisfied.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty fought against a certain turtle over and over again, and which time he could take advantage of it. Seeing his heartbroken look, he deliberately turned his eyes away and said leisurely, "This Northern Expedition, I still have few A warring general..."

  Feng Yong gulped when he heard this.

  Although it is a miscellaneous general, it is also a general!

  Prime Minister, you are fair, how can you be so selfish and sell an official so openly, isn't it good?

  So Feng Tubie refused sternly, "Prime Minister, there really aren't that many."

   "Not so much, but not so much!" The prime minister of the Han Dynasty glared at Feng Tubie, "You never tell the truth, even if you have, it is discounted, who is it!"

   Seeing his unwillingness to let go, Zhuge Liang could only take a step back, "Forget it, you can make another request."

  Feng Yong's eyes lit up when he heard this, how could he be polite?

  Just heard him blurt out, "I want Wang Ping!"

"who?"

   "Zhu Ti's prefect Wang Ping, and the three thousand people he brought from Nanzhong."

   Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel a little puzzled when he saw this kid so impatiently.

  Wang Ping did have outstanding performance in pacifying Nanzhong, but in fact it was all under the command of Li Hui. In the eyes of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Wang Ping was no match for Ma Zhong, the prefect of Canke.

   Otherwise, he would not have transferred Wang Ping, but left Ma Zhong in Nanzhong.

  Because Ma Zhong not only had to assist Li Hui in stabilizing Nanzhong and mobilize military resources for the Northern Expedition, but at the same time, Jiangzhou was to the north of Zang Ke, so he had to keep an eye on Li Yan at all times.

   "What's the reason?"

"Because...because I'm young, Prime Minister, I'm not familiar with military affairs. Didn't the Prime Minister send me Meng Yan last year in Pingyue? The Prime Minister also felt that I needed a stable elder to help lead the army. something in the middle?"

   "But who among the senior generals in the Hanzhong army would be willing to submit to the younger ones? Only General Wang, who not only makes good friends with me, but also has a prudent and prudent nature, is the best candidate."

  Feng Yong was eager to gain wisdom, and the more he talked, the more he felt that he had a reason, so in the end he became confident.

   Zhuge Liang listened, and looked up and down at Feng Yong strangely.

  Prime Minister Dahan wanted to bring Feng Yong this time, originally to train him. After all, he is a leader of the younger generation of Dahan. If he can be trained as soon as possible to take the lead, then there is no need to worry about having no successors.

   But if you really want to count it, it is actually a bit unreasonable to let him follow the Northern Expedition this time. Because he is the only son in the family and has no children yet, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, so someone must follow him to protect him.

  This son has great kindness to both the Wang family father and son, and the prudent Wang Ping is indeed the best candidate.

  Although one of the two is the prefect and the other is the long history, this is not important. After all, Feng Yong still has the Marquis, so it is only necessary to arrange the military positions of the two.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Yong strangely because he did not expect Feng Tubie to be so self-aware, and he was very pleased, "This matter is easy to hear, I will issue a military order to let Wang Ping go to your camp Take orders."

   "Thank you, Prime Minister!"

  Feng Yongxi turned his heart and said hastily.

  Damn, I have Wang Ping and Zhang Ni in my hand, if he is cut off like this, then God is determined to accept him, and it is useless to struggle.

   "Don't be too busy thanking me, I want someone from you too."

  Zhuge Liang knocked on the table and said.

  Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Ju Fu and Zhang Ni just followed him to quell the small chaos, so they are not qualified to be in the eyes of the prime minister, right?

   "I don't know who the prime minister wants?"

  (end of this chapter)