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

On the second day, Guan Ji got the news from Feng Yong's mouth, and as expected, it was very unexpected.

Then her face showed hesitation, "From Pingxiang to Hanzhong, the distance is not close, and the child is still young, so it is appropriate to travel so far?" ”

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

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

Feng Yong moved a rocking chair and lay down in the shade of a tree in the courtyard.

He looked up and watched the sunlight shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves, dotted with stars.

"The child is still young and easy to take care of, so when you leave, find two more nurses, and it will be fine."

When the child is older, he will start to eat on his own, and he will be prone to illness when he goes out for a long journey.

"Besides, after the Northern Expedition, it stands to reason that I should go back to Jincheng to meet Your Majesty."

"It's just that there are a lot of military affairs on Longyou's side, and I can't get out of the way. It is also a good thing to have this opportunity to go to Hanzhong to meet His Majesty in person. ”

After Li Yan handed over Jiangzhou and returned to Jincheng, the Han Dynasty can now be regarded as a monarch and minister, working together from top to bottom, without so many suspicions.

But that doesn't mean you can just take the rules seriously.

When others lead the army, there will always be family members who stay in Jincheng.

But Feng Mansion is now an empty shell, with only an old housekeeper looking at Zhuangzi.

Only the Feng family ancestral hall in the house proves that this Zhuangzi is surnamed Feng.

Now that he holds the military and political power of one side, his wife even follows his concubine, and he really wants to be investigated, which is not in line with the rules.

Zhang Xingyi is in charge of the key department of the Secretariat of the Guardian Captain's Mansion, and in the hearts of all those who understand, he is actually a disguised supervisor.

What's more, counting the days, Zhuge Old Demon may not have a few years to live.

Without Zhuge Old Demon in front, many things are done, I'm afraid it won't be so convenient, at least think about it more.

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

Only there is a sense of powerlessness against the old demon Zhuge .

Today's Han is far more promising than in history.

But it may also be precisely because of this that Zhuge Old Demon has intensified his vitality even more.

It seems that if he doesn't defeat Chang'an, it is impossible for him to relax himself.

If this continues, the old demon Zhuge will vomit blood and die according to the time point in the original history.

Medicine and medicine do not die and disease, Buddha is destined to be a person!

Zhuge Old Demon is like this, even if he is a powerful medical worker, he can't save him.

In contrast, Old Man Zhao is much easier to deal with.

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

It really didn't work, so he sent Zhao Guang back to Jicheng, and asked the old man to beat him a few times and move his muscles and bones.

Or let him drink two more sips of wine, and the mood will naturally be relaxed.

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

"This time I went back to Hanzhong, and seeing Your Majesty was one of them. Talking to the prime minister about something is the second thing. ”

"Third, this time I want to bring a group of old soldiers back to lay the foundation for the martial arts hall in Nanxiang."

In the past two years of continuous operations, although a number of elite soldiers have been trained, there are also quite a few wounded and disabled soldiers.

Especially those soldiers who came out of Nanxiang, not to mention the army, are also favored by all parties even among the people.

There is a big gap in the sugarcane plantations, mines, guards and stewards of Dongfeng Express, and grassroots personnel in Yuewang and Longyou.

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

After all, the Nanxiang soldiers, who have a foundation in literacy and arithmetic, and have a certain amount of knowledge, are scarce talents wherever they are placed in this era.

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

Hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Guan Ji nodded:

"Ah Lang actually has a plan, and the concubine will go back with you then. I wonder when Ah Lang plans to leave? ”

"The exact date hasn't been set yet, but no matter how you calculate it, it is estimated that it should wait until September."

Not only do you have to wait for the palace in Hanzhong to be built, but you also have to be careful not to delay the agricultural time.

In this area of Longyou Hanzhong, every late summer and early autumn, that is, in July and August, it often rains heavily for days.

At that time, the water level of the Han River and the West Han River will skyrocket, and it will not be easy to travel.

The reason why Zhuge Lao Demon chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition at the beginning of spring and the weather was not completely warm.

It is with this in mind.

Otherwise, the war dragged on until the rainy season, the mountain roads were slippery, the rivers were swollen, and it would be difficult to transport grain from the rear.

Once this happens, there is no other way but to withdraw the troops.

It was much better in September, when the autumn grain was almost finished.

It does not delay the agricultural time, and the road is easy to walk.

Guan Ji mumbled vaguely, yawned lazily, reached out and rubbed his eyes, and seemed to be a little tired.

Then he flipped through the paper on the table: "It just so happens that the concubine also has a lot of questions that she wants to ask her uncle." ”

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

Looking at the paper on the table with various symbols that he couldn't understand, Feng Yong asked with great concern:

"What? Even Madame doesn't know how to change this eight-array diagram? ”

In the early years of the Han Dynasty, there were no cavalry, so the Eight Formations were designed on the basis of foot soldiers.

The Captain's Mansion originally had two more arms than others, one was the Modao team and the other was the engineering battalion, and now the cavalry had to be added.

Therefore, it is necessary to make major changes to the eight-array diagram.

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

However, the Eight Formations can be regarded as the family heirloom of the Zhuge family.

The Prime Minister and his wife were willing to pass on the Eight Array Diagram to themselves and Guan Ji, and that was because they regarded themselves and Guan Ji as disciples and daughters.

But this doesn't mean that you can pass on the Eight Array Diagram to others at will.

So now I can only work hard for Guan Ji to study how to improve the Eight Array Diagram alone.

Guan Ji looked at Feng Junhou's fake pretense of concern, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to poke him.

"How can it be that easy? My aunt was not familiar with the affairs of the army, and she was not sure about some things. ”

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

This time, Feng Yong said sincerely: "Xijun has worked hard. ”

It is not an easy thing to lead troops, and it is even more difficult to lead troops into battle.

Feng Yong knew that the reason why he had been able to win battles all the time was, first, that he had a group of outstanding generals, second, that he had a group of high-quality grassroots officers and soldiers under him, and third, that he had strong logistics.

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

What Guan Ji is doing now is to help herself expand her advantages, and it is appropriate to say thank you.

Seeing the slight tiredness on Guan Ji's face, Feng Yong persuaded with some distress: "Take your time, don't be in such a hurry." ”

"Madame's days in Longyou, I went to the Manufacturing Bureau every day to give guidance, and now Amei hasn't made what I want?"

The Qin and Han dynasties were the first peak period of crossbows, and after hundreds of years of development, the production process has been very mature.

Trying to take it one step further doesn't happen overnight.

The production materials and production process need to [567 Chinese] to break through, and the manufacturing bureau can make the bed crossbow it wants.

Now it seems that the Guardian Captain's Mansion has faintly entered a bottleneck.

Feng Junhou was sighing, only to see Amei's figure suddenly appear at the gate of the courtyard.

Because the two wanted to talk about the emperor's inspection of Hanzhong, they sent all their subordinates out of the courtyard at the beginning.

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

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

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

Ah Mei was stunned, and then suddenly was led by her own male monarch to think crookedly, and asked in a daze:

"The man is hungry, do you want the servant to make some food?"

Guan Ji couldn't look at him from the sidelines, and kicked him from under the table, "You know how to bully Amei honestly." ”

Then she asked Ah Mei kindly, "But what's the matter?" ”

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

"The male and female monarchs, the printing press, the maid has made another one, and the printed words are much clearer than before, but I don't know if the character meets the requirements of the male monarch......"

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

This mother-in-law just doesn't know the hearts of good people.

Just now, I comforted you and said that there was nothing to be achieved on Amei's side.

Now you know it's wrong, right? It doesn't matter if this girl hits me in the face, it's not good to hit you......

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

"Is that the random printing thing? Did you really do it?! ”

Ah Mei was a little unconfident, looked at Feng Yong, and said in a snort: "The printed words are clear, but I don't know if it is in line with the man's mind......"

Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish speaking, she stood up suddenly, 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 female monarch, it's too hot outside, it's not easy to go out, and the maid has already let people move over."

Amei hurriedly said.

When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed that there was faint sweat between Amei's sideburns.

"Get them moving in."

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

The basic materials are iron pens, wax paper, steel plates, inks, printing tables, etc.

Whether it's a pen, a steel plate, or a printing table, it's not difficult to make.

Even if you can't make it, there are other alternatives.

After all, Hanzhongye under Adou's name has had a close relationship with him from the beginning of its establishment.

Now that I have a relationship with Zhang Xingyi, if I want to create something, it's just a matter of one sentence.

The point is that there is no qualified wax paper and ink.

In these years, the quality of the candles is so bad that they burn for a long time, and they have to cut the candles, which is still something that only rich and noble families are qualified to use.

No one has ever seen such a thing as wax paper, but there is a lot of oil paper.

In order to make this wax paper, now even the oil lamps are lit on the Lieutenant's Mansion, and the beeswax produced by Zhang Xingyi's bee yard is handed over to the Manufacturing Bureau for waste.

Just because of this, Zhang Xingyi muttered to himself a lot.

Watching Amei personally install the mimeograph machine, Feng Yong recalled his youth in his previous life, sighed, and couldn't help but itch his hands.

Put the wax paper on the gauze frame, put the white paper on the printing table, and finally press the yarn frame tightly, pick up the ink roller, and carefully brush it.

Finally, he lifted the gauze frame, took out the white paper, and found that the neat font had been printed on it, and the content was the thousand-character text of the enlightenment book that was a specialty of Feng Fu.

Feng Yong couldn't help but laugh.

Guan Ji's head leaned over, and her eyes were shining.

In the end, I couldn't enjoy it, so I snatched the paper in Feng Yong's hand and couldn't put it down: "With this kind of craftsmanship, I'm afraid that all students in the world will remember Ah Lang's goodness!" ”

"The words are still a little blurry."

Although the characters printed by the mimeograph machine in later generations often have a little ink block, generally speaking, as long as they are printed well, they are always clear.

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

This should be gauze, wax paper, and ink, or one of them is unsatisfactory.

Ah Mei listened to Feng Yong's words, and her expression suddenly became a little nervous, "Since the male monarch is not satisfied, then the servant will find a way." ”

"Don't listen to him!"

Guan Ji finally admired enough while holding the paper, and intercepted the conversation: "Don't listen to him, that's enough!" ”

"In the past, people who didn't have books at home wanted to ask for knowledge, but they didn't even have the opportunity to copy a book, but now? First there was an engraving printing book, and then there was this mimeograph. ”

"Now it's people begging us to borrow and buy books, not us begging them to learn books."

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

"At first, how many people in Shu said that Ah Lang was clever words? Who would dare to say that now? As long as it is a student who has been to Nanxiang to seek study, who doesn't say good things for Ah Lang? ”

"Cao thief......" Feng Yong muttered, "I heard those rangers who went to Cao Thief to spy on intelligence, Cao Thief is trumpeting that I am a person without virtue and unworthy of being a literati." ”

Cao Thief thinks that he is orthodox in the world, and in terms of cultural governance and martial arts, he originally had a huge psychological advantage over the Han Dynasty.

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

It's a pity that in the first battle of Longyou, the Han beat Cao Wei to the point of turning his head.

In addition, in the past two years, the Han Dynasty has continued to squeeze the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei can only stare dryly in Guanzhong, and there is nothing he can do.

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

Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an literary style, which was one of Cao Wei's most complacent literary governance.

If the Han Dynasty catches up with each other in this regard, then Cao Wei's statement that he has always emphasized that he is the best in the world is debatable.

So a few years ago, Feng Yong's article was introduced to Weidi, and it was still a voice of praise.

After all, Da Wei has a broad mind.

After the Battle of Longyou, Feng Junhou's evaluation was worse day by day.

I don't mention any magnificent articles, only that I don't cultivate virtues, and I have some kind of eccentricity, which is not a literati......

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

Emperor Wu's Wen Guzhi, Emperor Wen's Wen Meizhen, and the articles written by King Dong'e (Cao Zhi Jianxing's seven-year migration to Dong'a) are even more derived from the national style.

All of them follow the traces of ancient texts and have the wind of innovation.

What kind of thing are you who are clever words, and you write things without ancient poetry fugues?

"That's a thief's slander, how can you believe it?"

Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Those who are poets are also mindful." Ah Lang's text, reading it makes people straighten their chests and can't help themselves, this is the wonder of poetry. ”

"If it is to fall into the rules, follow the monuments, and thus lose the original meaning, and have a form but no god, then at most it is just a craftsman's text, what good is it to read?"

Feng Yong listened to his mother-in-law's undisguised praise for himself, and immediately laughed as if he had eaten magpie.

"Siniang's secretariat needs this thing the most. Amei, let someone call Siniang and let her see, her beeswax is not in vain. ”

It is best to print classic books with engraving, but various official documents, test papers and other documents that are often changed are the most convenient for manual mimeographing machines.

Otherwise, you can't just ask people to carve a layout for the sake of an official document, right?

How wasteful is that?

Therefore, the usual official documents still have to be copied by someone.

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

Thinking of this, the corners of Feng Tuqiu's mouth, who was full of malice, couldn't help but show an evil smile.

When Guan Ji heard that the first thing that came to mind of this person was Siniang, she was already unhappy.

Seeing his obscene smile again, his eyebrows were raised at the moment!

"Horn! Feng Mingwen, you are so bold! ”

"Oops!"

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

"What are you doing, what do you do, you have something to say......

"Siniang can use this thing, I can't use it?"

……

(PS: Don't urge Xiaosi and the turtle anymore, it took a day and a night to write a 5,000-word chapter, but the two talked about something on the couch at night, and the survival time was only one night, and it was taken away by the beast early in the morning, and I don't know when it will be released, my heart is dripping blood.) ）