Chapter 708 Weird

  Cao Rui’s edict engraved on the gold book and hidden in the ancestral temple seems to be no problem, at least in terms of strengthening the orthodoxy of Cao Wei, there is no problem.

   After all, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, also made a white horse oath at the beginning of the founding of the country: Liu is not king, and he is not worthy of merit.

  Whether it is not Liu or not king, or emphasizing orthodoxy, to put it bluntly, it is all for the sake of allowing oneself to be emperor for a long time.

   It’s just that compared with the White Horse Oath, the aristocratic family naturally wants to praise Cao Rui’s wisdom.

  Because "there is no king without Liu, and no prince without merit", it also invisibly places a restriction on important ministers, that is, those surnamed Liu will always be the highest.

  But the Imperial Edict of the Wei Dynasty was different.

  It emphasizes that the branches who join the Datong must abide by the orthodoxy, which is also what the family expects: Orthodoxy is orthodoxy, and those minor branches should always be under the orthodoxy.

   What's more, important ministers can directly kill those treacherous ministers in order to support the royal orthodoxy.

  Such actions can really be compared with King Wu of Zhou entrusting Duke Zhou to assist the government!

   Praise, must praise!

   Your Majesty is Mingjun!

   "My lord, my lord, Your Majesty's ancestral edict is really like a wise king!"

  Master Sima finished reading the official document sent from Luoyang and the edict specially copied for Sima Yi, his face was full of pride.

  Sima Yi hummed, and sat on the chair passed over from Nanjun, his expression unchanged.

  He looked at Master Sima who was bowing his head and reading the edict repeatedly, and said, "Ziyuan, since your majesty has the style of a wise monarch, and your pomp and vanity are intertwined, don't criticize your majesty too much."

  The so-called flashy rendezvous means that the talents of the younger generation of Wei Guo, who are indulged in literature and philosophy, or good at fame and reason, or arguing with Xuanyuan, debate with each other.

  They became party friends, commented on characters, and asked each other questions, among which the four Cong, Bada and Sanyu were the most.

  Xia Houxuan and other four people are called Sicong, and Zhuge Dan and other eight people are called Bada.

  Zhongshu Supervisor Liu Fangzixi, Sun Zizimi, and Shangshu Weizhen Zilie are not as salty as this, and they regard their father as the position of power and allow them to be Sanyu.

  There are fifteen people in total.

  Among these people, there are those who are famous, those who have meritorious service, those who are powerful, and those who are famous.

  They influence the entire younger generation of Wei State and lead the atmosphere of this generation.

  The younger generation of Wei Guo is proud to join them.

  Because they are young, they also have passion and dare to criticize things they are not used to.

   Especially when it comes to current affairs, they think they dare to say things that others dare not say.

  So when Sima Shi, who was only 21 years old, heard what his lord said, his face was quite disapproving.

   "My lord, the Son of Heaven is at fault. The important ministers dare not speak out, but we dare to speak out. The bad habits of the court have caused talented people to disappear among the people. We commented on it. This is for the world, and our hearts are magnanimous. Why should we be afraid?"

  After hearing this, Sima Yi had a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Is it really for the world? How does it feel for young talents in the world to look up to?"

  Master Sima blushed, and said in embarrassment, "Why do you sneer at the child so much?"

   "Because you are also ridiculing others like this." Sima Yi's eyes were a little unclear: "You guys are still too young, there are some things you don't understand..."

  Master Sima was a little unconvinced when he heard this.

   "Didn't your lord ever be young? When Emperor Cao... Wu first recruited your lord, didn't your lord also refuse?"

  Sima Yi thought that Cao Cao's background was "unnecessary and ugly", so he didn't bother to work for him at first.

  Others do not know this secret, but the eldest son Sima Shi still knows it.

  It's just that when Sima Yi heard this, the expression on his face became even weirder: "That's why I said, there are some things that you haven't experienced, so you don't understand. You pack up and go back to Luoyang in a few days."

   "My lord, what's the reason for this?" Master Sima realized when he heard this, "Could it be that something happened again?"

  Just based on Sima Yi's cunning, how could Master Sima see anything?

   "It's nothing serious, it's just that your mother misses you, so let you go back and have a look."

  He looked at his son, pointed to the imperial edict in his hand, and said pointedly: "Your Majesty also said that important officials of the court have the right to kill courtiers."

   "At any rate, I am also the auxiliary minister appointed by the late emperor. In addition, last year when the Shu captives invaded the frontiers, all the armies lost. I am the only one who killed Mengda and equaled Shangyong."

   "So even if something happens, there is no need to be afraid."

   After finishing speaking, he gave his son a meaningful look, and emphasized: "Remember, you are my son, Sima Yi. Even if something happens, I will still be there."

  Master Sima became more and more suspicious when he heard what his lord said.

   It's just that adults don't want to say it clearly, so it's hard for him to ask more.

  Just as Sima Shi was rushing back to Luoyang from Jingzhou, Feng Yong was also rushing from Shouyang to Daxia County.

   Spring and sunny days are suitable for travel.

Chen Shi got Feng Yong's plan early, and passed the news in advance to the bald department that had been hiding in Baishi City: Feng Langjun will go to Daxia County soon, and wants to fight the rebels with the bald department, please bald department Send someone over to discuss.

  Three hundred men guard Feng Yong all the way to the west, receiving battle reports from the front continuously along the way.

  Daxia County is a large gathering place for rebels, and the rebels want to defend the city, but the small city walls of Daxia City can't give the rebels a sense of security.

  With the help of the engineering battalion of the Han army, Rebel Hu couldn't hold on for two days.

  Listen to the terrifying sound of stones breaking through the air like a thunderclap, and then see the stones falling continuously from the air.

  The rebels in the city didn't have the guts to stick to it, and they left the city to flee.

  Gou Fu, Liu Hun, and Chen Shi joined forces in Daxia County.

  At the same time, they also captured more than 30,000 rebels and their tribes in Daxia County who had no time to escape, as well as countless cattle, sheep, horses, tents and blankets.

  Feng Yong got the news on the way, and the gloomy mood caused by the baldness department suddenly became clear.

  Although the old monster Zhuge intends to regulate the labor market for all big men, Feng Yong knows rationally that this is a good thing.

  But emotionally, under the stimulation of profit, he hoped that the day would be as late as possible.

  After all... big profits are addictive, aren't they?

  In the past few years, Dahan's finances have been good, coupled with the pressure of population demand, the sorting out of household registration has become more and more clear.

  Plantations in Nanzhong, people in the plains of Shudi are generally unwilling to go.

  But it is a good place to consider for Yuexuan County, which has a direct road to Jincheng.

  When you go there, you will have arable land, the government will rent farm cattle, and you will have the opportunity to send your children to school.

  Even taxes are clear and clear. Whenever it comes time to pay taxes, there will be people like the head of the village leading people around to announce the amount required by the government.

   There will be no mouse officials stealing food like other places.

   Coupled with the ghost king's great reputation, the Yi people dare not cause trouble at all.

   Isn't this a good place?

  If you don’t want to go to Yuexuan County to farm, you can also go to Hanzhong.

  The vigorous development of workshops in Nanzheng and Nanxiang in Hanzhong has created a huge demand for labor.

  At the same time, the demand for various jobs generated around the workshop is becoming more and more popular.

  In the past, I wanted to tie Guishou firmly to the farmland, but now due to the increase of cattle, the improvement of farming tools and farming techniques, the grain output continues to increase.

  With the rise of new plantations, the supplement of labor from various sources, coupled with the instinct of plantation owners to reduce costs, the ties to the head of Guizhou have begun to loosen.

  Nan Township, as the first place to advocate the development of handicraft industry, is the place Guishou most yearns for.

  A skilled female weaver is fully capable of supporting a family of five.

  Even if the man in the family works as a coolie to carry things, it is enough to live with a little savings.

   Not to mention entering various departments of the Xinghanhui system.

  Just talking about the engineering team dedicated to working for people is enough to eat up all the labor force that Nanxiang grows every year.

   With the Xinghanhui, the catfish, disrupting the situation, the cost of continuing to squeeze the head of Guizhou is constantly increasing.

  In the past, they could only choose to rely on, but now there is another way out, coupled with the upright atmosphere in the officialdom of the Han Dynasty led by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, the heads of Guizhou can finally relax a little bit.

  The wheel of history is advancing, forcing the aristocratic families to find ways to find cheaper labor.

  Then they discovered that cheaper labor is not without it, but it has long been firmly in the hands of others.

  This person is none other than King Feng Gui, who ranks only below Zhuge Villager on the blacklist book of the aristocratic family in Central Shu.

  The old generation has Zhuge Villager, and the new generation has Feng Guiwang. This is simply desperate!

  But no matter how desperate you are, you have to live!

  So the big family members were shy, and asked softly: "Brother Ghost King, there is a disk...ah no, do you have labor?"

  Feng Ghost King is kind by nature, so of course he wants to pull the laggards down!

  Unexpectedly, the brother beside him yelled suddenly: "No! You are late! If you want to buy labor, add more money!"

  So the nobles trembled, with tears in their eyes, they slowly stretched their hands to their waists, untied their belts, and took out a large amount of money and food in heartache: "Is it enough?"

  More than 30,000 labor, how much do you have to sell?

   Could King Feng be unhappy?

   This is very likely to be the last feast. Later, the old demon Zhuge reached in. If he wanted to eat so well again, it would be a dream.

  So it is estimated that the bad things Feng Guiwang did are too conscientious, and God can't stand it anymore.

  That night, he was sleeping soundly in the tent, when suddenly someone called out eagerly from outside: "Your Majesty!"

  Feng Yong woke up all at once. On the way of marching, he was in a place where Qiang was in chaos. Naturally, Feng Junhou slept with his clothes on.

  He sat up, "What's the matter?"

   "The brothers who were on duty at night said it smelled of blood," the voice of the third part outside was a little hurried, "a pack of wolves approached not far away."

  Feng Yong heard this, and quickly got up and walked out of the tent, "Which direction?"

   "North."

  Looking in the direction pointed by the trilogy, I saw a large green area.

  The camp had already begun to stir, and there were constant whispered passwords, accompanied by the sound of slight clashing of weapons.

  The most important thing is that that direction is exactly where the war horses are placed.

  Feng Yong could already vaguely hear the braying of the horses.

  Feng Yong's 300-part opera is an elite group. He has practiced countless times for emergency gathering at night. Naturally, he will not panic because of this situation, and it is even more impossible to bomb the camp.

   "This pack of wolves does not seem small."

   Seeing more and more small green lanterns appear, even if they were protected in the center of the camp, he was a little startled.

   "How dare they surround you?"

  I brought so many people with me, generally speaking, cunning creatures like wolves would not easily take the initiative to provoke them.

  Part 1 quickly found the barbarian guide who was most familiar with the situation in the battalion.

   "Returning to the adults, the villain went outside to see, at least there were more than a hundred wolves, and the villain also smelled a strong smell of blood. I don't know if the wolves just finished eating something."

  The barbarian guide said respectfully.

  Feng Yong frowned.

  He thought of a possibility.

  The Han army drove the rebels to the west, and many Hu people were killed and injured along the way. Could it be that there are dead people buried near here, discovered by wolves?

  The torch not far away was flickering, making it difficult for the barbarian guide to see Feng Yong's expression clearly.

  Seeing Feng Yong standing silently at this time, the barbarian guide hurriedly comforted him again: "Your Excellency, don't worry. As long as the torches are lit in the camp, the wolves will naturally retreat when they see so many of us."

  Feng Yong glanced at him and nodded: "If so, that would be the best. Otherwise, even if we are not afraid, if someone gets hurt because of it, that would be bad."

   Being harassed by wolves, no one slept well in the second half of the night.

  The direction chosen by the wolves to sneak attack is too close to the horses. Some people in the camp must be vigilant against the wolves, while others must appease the horses to prevent the horses from rushing out of the camp.

   But it’s okay, it’s not far from Daxia now.

  So Feng Yong postponed his departure for half a day, and let the people below take supplementary rest.

   Keeping them from getting too tired so they can look their best at all times.

  In this environment, you cannot relax on the last step.

  Unexpectedly, at this moment, Chen Shi quickly sent another message.

   Observing that the secret letter was indeed not damaged, Feng Yong opened the envelope and looked at it.

   This time, the news from Chen Shi was a bit bad.

  Although the rebels in Daxia County fled, not all of them went west, and there were also routs who fled north along the Daxia River.

  So Chen Shi reminded Feng Yong to pay attention to the rout, and said that he had already sent a team of soldiers to meet him.

  Famous in the Southern Barbarians, Feng Yong, who is rampant among Qiang and Hu, is naturally not afraid of any routs, not to mention that his chances of encountering routs are not too great.

   Unexpectedly, on the second night, there was a shrill whistle in the camp.

   "Your Majesty, there is an enemy attacking at night!"

  Party stood outside the main account again, reporting loudly.

  Feng Yong got up early and rushed out of the tent when he heard the whistle.

"how many people?"

   "It's not clear yet, it's too dark at night."

  The part of the voice answered hurriedly.

   "What's the situation outside?"

   "Two people were injured."

  Feng Yong nodded, raised his eyes to look outside the camp, but saw nothing.

  He could only hear people shouting outside.

   "Pass down the order and let all the ministries stick to their camps and don't panic."

  Feng Yong made a decisive decision, "If anyone walks around in the camp without obeying orders, act according to military law!"

   "No!"

  Feng Yong stood quietly outside the tent, looking at the darkness in the distance.

  Now he is no longer a rookie who has just joined the battle, and commanding three hundred people is more than enough.

   Set up camp, pay attention to fire prevention and night attack prevention, this is the most basic requirement.

   What's more, Feng Yong has the staff to assist in making the filing.

  Strictly observe discipline, which is the most basic quality requirement of Feng Yong's army.

   Coupled with the natural psychological advantage of the ghost king's halo over the barbarians, he will not panic.

   After waiting for a while, the drum noise outside gradually disappeared.

  Feng Yong sneered, knowing it in his heart, turned around and entered the tent, and continued to sleep with his head covered.

   Unexpectedly, after a while, another shout sounded from another direction.

   This time, Feng Yongan couldn't lie down.

  (end of this chapter)