Farmer of Shu Han

"Alang is really good at predicting things!"

Holding the urgent secret message from Wu that had just been translated, Mrs. Right smiled so much that her eyes narrowed to the point of blindness.

Turning his head, he looked at Feng Da Sima with admiration.

The passion was unbearable for a moment, so I just threw myself into my arms and kissed my lover.

Then he turned around, took Feng Da Sima's hand, and put it around his waist. He wished that he could shrink into Feng Da Sima's arms. Finally he closed his eyes and sighed comfortably:

"How lucky am I to be married to such a husband? He is as talented as anyone in the world. He is as good as Huo Piao Yao in the battlefield, and he is more sophisticated than Jia Wenhe..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Feng, who didn't understand the charm, pushed the right lady and tried to push her away:

"Speak well when you speak. If you want to praise me, praise me well. Can you not mention anything about being gentle or not? Isn't it interesting?"

"Hahaha!"

The right lady still had her eyes closed and twisted her body twice, but she refused to leave Feng Da Sima's arms and just laughed wildly without caring about her manners.

"I thought you couldn't hear it..."

Xiao Wenhe has been called cruel and ruthless for how many years?

I won't be able to hear it?

Isn't this intentional?

Feng Da Sima was so angry that he slapped the right lady's raised area on her back and made a crisp sound:

"Get started! It's sticky on a hot day."

The right lady groaned twice and twisted her body again to protest, but she was unwilling to move away.

Instead, they moved closer together.

Seeking the country!

This is not called seeking the country. What is seeking the country?

After such an incident, the strength of the Wu State was at least half emptied.

Not to mention that his own Alang hasn't finished the game yet.

Coupled with the layout of Jingzhou...

In Alang's words, it's like "oh wow", there's something good to watch.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Right couldn't help laughing again.

"That night, Alang, you came to my bed and told me about the article "Sleepwalking Tianmu Song Farewell". How many years has it been?"

Madam You's tone became a little emotional, "It took more than ten years to lay out a plan. Even Jia Wen and Fu Sheng will feel inferior to themselves!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and kissed Feng Da Sima's face affectionately twice.

The great Han Dynasty was so lucky to have Feng Sanjue after the Prime Minister.

I am so lucky to be able to join hands with my Alang to prosper the great man.

"Feng Sanjue?" Feng Dasima was a little allergic to names and frowned subconsciously, "What kind of nickname is this?"

"Jue in literature, jue in military affairs, and jue in planning, these are the three great qualities." Mrs. Right smiled proudly again, "How about this, is this title worthy of A Lang?"

This is good, this is a good name!

Or does my wife know that she feels sorry for her A Lang?

What ghost king Xiao Wenhe, what clever words, lustful and cruel, these are all slanders, Hong Guoguo's slander!

Aren’t Feng’s three skills better than the slanders slandered by outsiders?

Summer is too hot. Even though there are ice cubes and iced fruits in the house, it still can't suppress the anger in this hot weather. When the anger is high, it is easy to go overboard...

"Crack!"

Just as the two of them were groaning, the closed door was suddenly opened.

Feng Da Sima was so shocked that he almost shrank on the spot.

In the Grand Sima's Mansion, when the head of the house and Madam Right were discussing matters behind closed doors, Madam Zuo was the only one who dared to open the door and enter like this.

"Xi...Xijun, what, why are you here?"

Feng Da Sima looked at General Guan who strode into the room and stammered a question.

Mrs. Right, who had been unable to push away before, also stood up from Feng's arms as if she was electrocuted.

Mrs. Zuo's phoenix eyes glanced at the two of them, seemingly turning a blind eye to their somewhat messy clothes. Instead, she looked left and right several times, as if looking for something.

"Where's the stuff?"

"What?"

Feng Dasima was nervous and confused.

"What are you looking for, sister?"

The right lady was sorting her clothes in a hurry.

General Guan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that there is urgent news about Wu State?"

"Oh, oh, yes!"

Hearing this, Feng Da Sima quickly answered while trying to stand up and look for secret documents about Wu State.

I was looking at it just now, just for a moment, where did it go?

The right lady, with sharp eyes, bent down to pick up the secret document that had fallen at her feet at some point.

Taking the secret letter from Mrs. Right, General Guan glanced at the other party again, and then reminded:

"My hair is messed up."

Mrs. Right's face, which was already a little flushed, suddenly became a little redder, and she quickly lowered her head to straighten her hair.

The person who sent the news back from Wu State must not only be Mi Shiyilang, but also people who do not want to be named.

Therefore, the secret document in Mrs. Zuo's hand is a summary of information from various channels, mutual confirmation, and is extremely reliable.

General Guan naturally knew this.

But when he saw what was written above, even General Guan, who had seen countless big scenes, couldn't help but exclaimed in low voice:

"Lu Xun is dead?"

General Guan raised his head in disbelief and looked at Feng Da Sima, as if he wanted to verify the authenticity of the news with Feng Da Sima, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Feng Da Sima nodded, with a calm and calm expression on his face, and gave General Guan an affirmative answer:

"Dead, he must be really dead. After a while, there will be public news from the southeast."

Lu Xun can be regarded as one of the top celebrities in the Three Kingdoms.

Feng Da Sima naturally remembered this man's fate - he was scolded to death by Sun Quan all his life.

Lu Xun's death at this time was no different from that in history.

I still didn't understand why Sun Quan's temperament changed drastically in his later years, and he became ungrateful and dim.

Until he was in this era personally, Feng Dasima knew:

Lu Xun had his own way of dying.

"It's really dead..." General Guan's expression was quite complicated, and there was endless sadness in his tone.

Looking at General Guan standing there, Feng Dasi immediately stepped forward, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and pushed her to her seat.

General Guan sat down obediently, but was in a daze and said nothing.

Feng Dashima knew her mood at this time.

To be honest, Lu Xun can be regarded as one of the culprits in Guan Laojunhou's death.

But Lu Meng had already died of illness, and now Lu Xun was also scolded to death.

The main enemies in the world are almost dead, which makes people feel at a loss.

So Feng Dasima comforted him considerately:

"Did you think of Huang Shang in "The Condor"?"

You don't necessarily need to seek revenge on your enemies in the world. Sometimes you just need to outlive them, and that's fine.

General Guan raised his head inexplicably:

"Huang Shang from "The Condor Shooting"?"

Um?

Feng Dasima, who originally thought that his words would win General Guan's heart, suddenly felt a little embarrassed:

"I mean, it's very rare for Mr. Xi to look like this. I don't know what he is thinking."

"Concubine, I'm just thinking," General Guan raised his head slightly, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and said slowly, "Looking at the entire Wu Kingdom, the only person who can make Alang afraid is Lu Xun, right?"

"Now that Sun Quan forces Lu Xun to death, it is tantamount to cutting off an arm. I am thinking, Alang has been setting up the Wu Kingdom for so many years. Is it almost time for us to drink from the mighty river?"

Having already drank from the river, General Guan's next goal is naturally to prepare to drink from the river.

"Oh, that's it, I thought, hehe!"

Feng Dashima smiled sheepishly.

"What do Alang think?"

"nothing."

"Did Alang think that I would be disappointed if I couldn't avenge myself when Lu Xun died, so he comforted me with the yellow dress from "The Condor Shooting"?"

Feng Dashima pretended to smile again.

General Guan showed a calm smile on his face:

"The hatred of my late father is not only against Lu Meng, Lu Xun and others, or even against Sun Quan and others, but against the entire Wu Kingdom."

"This can be described as the hatred of the country and the family," General Guan's voice was not loud, but when people heard it, they felt a sense of solemnity:

"It doesn't matter if you can't avenge Lu Meng and Lu Xun. As long as you can destroy the Kingdom of Wu, you can be considered as avenging this hatred."

Lu Meng and Lu Xun's sneak attack on Jingzhou was fundamentally for the Wu State behind them.

It doesn't matter if you can't take revenge on Lu Meng and Lu Xun, as long as you can take revenge on Wu.

Such a big country, Wu, couldn't possibly have legs and run away, right?

Destroying the Kingdom of Wu and destroying their lifelong efforts, what does it count as revenge?

After hearing General Guan's words, even Feng Da Sima, who had been sleeping with him for many years, couldn't help but take a breath of air.

But I saw Feng Da Sima solemnly bowing his hands to General Guan Da.

"Alang, what does this mean?"

“General Zhendong’s ambition is beyond me!”

General Guan Da is really a woman who cannot be outdone by men... No, with these words, I am afraid that even many men will be ashamed.

Every wrongdoer has a creditor, and I will seek revenge from the biggest creditor.

After hearing Feng Da Sima's praise of Mrs. Zuo, Mrs. Right tucked a bunch of fallen hair behind her ears and glanced at Mrs. Zuo's chest.

Then he curled his lips secretly, he was indeed very ambitious.

Mrs. Zuo seemed to feel something and turned her eyes.

The right lady quickly calmed down her expression and said seriously:

"Sister, how could it be so fast? If you want to conquer the south of the Yangtze River, you must first conquer the north of the Yangtze River, then the Central Plains, and finally go south."

"Of course I know," Madam Zuo signaled to Madam Right that her hair had not been fixed yet, and then turned to Feng Da Sima, "When does Alang plan to deal with Sima Yi in Hebei?"

Facing General Zhendong's questioning look, Feng Dasima's heart skipped an inexplicable beat, and then he paused, pretending to ponder:

"Well, it depends on how prepared Yizhou is."

Although the Han Dynasty had taken over Guanzhong and Bingzhou and Hedong for several years, it had to use troops from time to time over the years, and the scale of the troops was not small.

The money and food in these places have been collected over and over again.

What about the riots by farmers, bah, cross this out, it doesn’t count.

Donated once when we welcomed Master Wang, donated again to qualify for the imperial examination and study in the Royal Academy, donated again to draw cotton cakes, donated twice to buy a seat in the Han Dynasty Reserve Bureau, moved to Tongyi to build Tongyi, and enriched the Jiuyuan Donation. once……

There are also things like spreading people into acres, doing censuses, and measuring fields...

No matter whether you are an aristocratic family or a wealthy family, no matter how thick your roots are or how thick your foundation is, you can't help being scrapped like this by Feng Papi.

Although Liangzhou and Longyou have been operating for so many years, their most important task is to produce horses.

And it is still the most important horse-producing place in Dahan.

The best war horses of the Han Dynasty came from there.

Coupled with the barbarians who continued to surge southward.

No matter how much grain Liangzhou produces, it must give priority to ensuring war horses and stabilizing local needs.

Therefore, Yizhou was the last family property of the Han Dynasty.

General Zhendong said in a faint tone: "So how are Yizhou's preparations going?"

Taking advantage of the chaos in Wu, if the Han Dynasty doesn't take Hebei quickly, what are they waiting for?

We can't really wait for the Wu State to calm down and let them cooperate to attack the Wei thieves from the south, right?

In the eyes of General Guan Da, the so-called ally in the south is just a laggard and is robbing us of food.

Forget it, you still have to guard against backstabbing them - this is the most abominable thing!

"Uh, well, Shangshu Ling went to Yicheng for inspection a few days ago."

To transport grain from Shu to Guanzhong, Hanzhong must first be used as a transit point.

Among the roads leading from Hanzhong to Guanzhong, the Qishan Road is the best, but it is too far to take a detour to Longyou and then over Longshan from Longyou to enter Guanzhong.

Then the second best way to go is Baoxie Road.

Coming out of Baoxie Road is Wugong Water. To the east of Wugong Water is Yicheng, which is where General Zhao was blocked by Cao Zhen during the Northern Expedition.

And to the west of Wugong Water is Wuzhangyuan...

"I'll go there and have a look tomorrow." Feng Da Sima's voice suddenly became a little gloomy, "By the way, I also want to visit Wuzhangyuan."

With one sentence, Lord Xiuwu and Lord Shunde were silenced.

After a while, Lord Xiuwu said, "Anyway, there is nothing in the army. I will go with Alang to take a look."

From Chang'an to Xicheng, just follow the Wei River upstream.

The Weishui River, which used to look like a wide river, was now busy.

There are countless boats of various sizes on the water, busy and orderly.

The air is filled with the faint smell of water plants.

Coupled with the shouts of the boatmen, they together constitute the unique rhythm of this busy river.

All this seems to be a moving picture.

Feng Da Sima gently pulled the reins, and the maternal Pegasus from the Western Regions immediately stopped.

Although the sun was scorching, the water vapor by the water dissipated the heat to the greatest extent.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I seemed to be able to smell the food in the cabin.

Opening his eyes, he smiled softly at General Guan beside him and asked:

"Yizhou, the land of abundance, can be said to be a gathering of students and lessons learned in ten years?"

There was a bit of pride in his tone.

General Guan's eyes were smiling, his eyes were like autumn water, he glanced at Feng Da Sima, and then his eyes fell on the water.

On this river, every boat carries goods, people and hope.

These ships sailing on this river are like a grand ceremony - the ceremony of the Three Rejuvenations of the Han Dynasty.

It has been twenty and three years since Alang came out of the mountain!

Yizhou is the largest rear area of ​​the Three Rebellions of the Han Dynasty. Over the years, some people have said that Yizhou, as the place of Longxing of the Han Dynasty, cannot even compare with Liangzhou.

But no matter whether the prime minister or Alang, they actually try not to over-recruit there as much as possible.

(The Yizhou family shed tears silently)

Yizhou, which has been recuperating for so many years, is now the greatest confidence for the Han Dynasty to pacify the world.

Although it is not easy to transport grain from Yizhou to Guanzhong, as long as the grain output is high enough, the grain storage is large enough, and time permits, enough military grain can be piled up along the way.

Not to mention that post roads have been built in Shuzhong since the time of the late emperor.

The prime minister went on a northern expedition and vigorously built pavilion roads.

After the emperor returned to the old capital, strengthening the connection between Shu and Guanzhong became the top priority of the official engineering team.

In other words, Yizhou has only been building roads for so many years.

There are also wooden oxen and stray horses, wheelbarrows, dry food, livestock, etc., which also saves a lot of time and cost in transporting food.

General Guan, who always showed his coolness outside, could not suppress the curling of the corners of his mouth...

PS:

It’s New Year’s Eve, and I have to write out a chapter even if I’m working on the manuscript in the middle of the night, otherwise I’ll be really sorry for the readers.

Let the author make a quibble. He really didn't mean not to write. This human cub is really capable of tormenting people. He can torment people until three or four o'clock every day and stay awake.

I have to go to work when I can't open my eyes in the morning, I have to continue coaxing me when I come back in the evening, and I have to squeeze out time to go to the toilet.

My hair is becoming increasingly visible...