The generals who were ordered to Hanzhong by the prime minister of the Han Dynasty and prepared to follow the Northern Expedition were Wang Ping and Feng Yong in the south at the farthest, and Feng Yong at the latest.

Wang Ping set off a month earlier than Feng Yong, and Feng Yong waited until the avenue between Yueshan and Jincheng was reopened, and then he personally led the army to take the avenue out of Yueshan, which was regarded as testing the new road.

By the time he led his army to Hanzhong, it was already the last month of the fifth year of Jianxing.

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

Nanzheng's surroundings were already full of troops, noisy with people and horses, and hunting with banners.

Those who came to arrange the residence of Feng Yong's department were old acquaintances.

I only heard Feng Yong shouting affectionately: "Brother." ”

Zhuge Qiao, who was wrapped in a down jacket, was extremely happy to see Feng Yong, with a smile on his face, "Brother, you are finally here!" You're the only one left in the whole Han. ”

Feng Yong's face showed a look of horror, "Isn't it that the junior brother is late, and the prime minister wants to punish me with the military?" ”

When Zhuge heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed at Feng Yong, "That is, you, dare to open up like this...... The prime minister's joke, in exchange for others, I think who would dare? ”

Feng Yong laughed.

Zhuge Qiao saw Feng Yonghun's uncaring appearance, but a faint envy rose in his heart.

Whether it is an adult or a mother, they are all very spoiled by this brother, and they have always been strict with themselves.

Just like now, how dare you make such a joke about adults?

I'm afraid of not being hit on the board.

"How many people my brother brought over this time, so that I can prepare for my brother to allocate grain and grass, and see where it is appropriate to arrange your department to camp."

"The younger brother brought 8,000 people this time, and the former army has 3,000 people, and the elder brother is the grain and grass officer of the Northern Expedition this time?"

"My brother has been a grain and grass officer in Hanzhong for so long, so when the army is stationed in Hanzhong, the grain and grass are all handed over to my brother for arrangement." Zhuge Qiao rubbed his head, "You don't know, these days, I haven't slept well." ”

As he spoke, he looked around again, and then whispered, "Nanxiang, I heard that people are no longer allowed to enter and exit at will, saying that it is martial law, and even those little gentlemen in the tent of the school are not allowed to come over at will." ”

"Okay, brother, you can do my brother a favor when you go back, and help me transfer a few more people over, otherwise I will be too busy."

Feng Yong said strangely, "I remember that there have always been students in Nanxiang School who have been transferred to Nanzheng Workshop in turn to check the accounts." ”

"Ahem!" Zhuge Qiao slapped his thigh, "How many people are there?" How can it be used! The workshop has not stopped, the woolen cloth has to be distributed, and the accounts dare not be fooled, and the grain and grass collected by the Hanzhong Mansion in the first two years must be opened for inventory, and the weapons of the arsenal must be handed over to the army. ”

"The little men in the account room who have been transferred will go back in a few days, and the next time they will change to another group of people, they will have to start again. The prime minister's side has been urging him several times to join the army, and he wants us to finish the liquidation quickly. ”

"Join the army?"

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

"Yang joins the army."

"Yang Yi?"

"Yes."

"No wonder."

Feng Yong nodded, this is a talented villain.

The history books say that he "planned the branch, raised the grain, did not think about it, and was convenient", so it seems that this person's mental arithmetic ability should be very strong, at least much stronger than himself.

Although he is nominally the head of Nanxiang School, now Mr. Nanxiang is famous, and many people take credit for their credit.

But in fact, Feng Yong knew very well in his heart that the arithmetic foundation of Nanxiang School was actually laid by Amei.

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

If Ah Mei and Yang Yi compare mental arithmetic, I don't know which one will be more powerful?

With such a thought in his heart, Feng Yong nodded at the same time, "Since the elder brother has opened his mouth, how can the younger brother not obey it." At this time, there were many students who accompanied me to Hanzhong, and they were staff members, and they were much more powerful than the juniors and disciples in the school who had not yet finished their coursework. ”

"When the time comes, I'll send some people over to help my brother, and my brother won't have to worry like this."

"Good, good!" Zhuge Qiao was overjoyed and pulled Feng Yong's arm, "Let's go, I'll take you to pick a good camp." If you need it later, just tell your brother that as long as you don't break the rules, your brother will try his best to help you think of ideas! ”

Sure enough, there are people in the DPRK and China who are easy to do.

Feng Yong grinned, "That's it." ”

After choosing a place to camp, Feng Yong handed over the arrangement of camping to Huang Chong, who followed him, and then went to the Chinese army camp to see Zhuge Liang.

Coal was burning in the new stove in the tent, and a kettle was sitting on the stove, which was gurgling hot.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty was sitting next to the fire, holding a book and looking intently.

"Yue Changshi Feng Yong was ordered to lead the army and met the prime minister."

After Feng Yong entered the tent, he saluted loudly.

Zhuge Liang put down the book and nodded slightly at Feng Yong, "There are only you and me here, and it's not a military discussion, so feel free to sit down." ”

Feng Yong looked behind him, confirmed that there was no one, and hurriedly said "hey", moved the little horse on the side to the edge of the fire, sat down, and stretched out his hand to bake the fire.

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

"It's a little ......" Feng Yonggang wanted to say the word "thirsty", but after looking at the bowl on the side, he finally held back, shook his head and said, "Don't drink, I always want to go to the thatched house after drinking, it's too cold and I don't want to move." ”

Feng Yong has a slight cleanliness habit, and people in these years are not hygienic, so the bowl he drinks water is usually for his own use.

Even if you are thirsty now, you must say that you are not thirsty.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty angrily threw the book in his hand aside and scolded, "Vulgar! ”

Feng Tu Turtle laughed dryly and shrunk his neck.

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

This Northern Expedition, not only has sufficient military resources, but also does not have to hurt the people's livelihood too much, this son has made a lot of contributions, I still wanted to praise him, but I never thought that as soon as he came in, he would come to such a sentence, which is really infuriating.

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

"Eight thousand."

Feng Yong stretched out his finger and gestured.

Zhuge Liang nodded, thinking about it in his heart.

Meng Huo's daughter, Hua Qi, moved to a large tribe, and there were some small tribes that followed the past, which made there were thirty or forty thousand people. Last year, another 30,000 Han people were relocated, and with the original Yi people, the three counties of the Sunshui River Valley now have more than 120,000 people.

Therefore, although Yueshan is a newly settled place, it should not be a big problem to draw 8,000 people.

"How many soldiers? How many auxiliaries? ”

Zhuge Liang asked again.

"Six thousand soldiers, two thousand auxiliaries."

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

Even if it is a soldier, he carries a cylindrical dry food bag with dry food 2.0 in it, and two salted fish can support it for nearly a month.

In the past two years, Feng Yong has been engaged in infrastructure construction, and has built a batch of water mills in the Sunshui River Valley, grinding noodles day and night, and at the same time, because of the rise of pig farming in Hanzhong and Jincheng, he can finally get a considerable amount of lard.

Therefore, the dry food 2.0 supplied to the army is mixed with enough oil, not the reduced version like the first one for the Yue Yi people.

Moreover, there are salt wells in Yueshan, and fish are raised in the fields, which are used sparingly, and each dry food bag is stuffed with two salted fish, which can barely be supplied.

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

However, the thinking of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was still stuck in the previous impression, and he didn't know what improvements Feng Yong had made to the army under his hands, so he frowned and said, "There are some fewer auxiliaries. ”

Traditionally, the soldiers and auxiliaries were one-to-one, so as to ensure sufficient food supply capacity and enough manpower to set up camp.

"It's a lot, I've improved another batch of dry food, two thousand auxiliaries are enough."

Feng Yong didn't plan to say more.

The reason why dry food 2.0 was not told to Zhuge Lao Demon in advance was because the pig industry could only be regarded as just emerging, and the lard still relied on the internal relationship of the Xinghan Association, so it was obtained.

As for the beans needed, they are also in short supply at present, and I don't know how many beans are consumed every day in the pastures alone.

If you really want to say it with a big mouth, when the old demon Zhuge waves his hand, let the army eat first...... Then wait and cry.

It is only right that one's own soldiers are given priority.

As for the others...... Anyway, there are enough auxiliaries, and the supplies are sufficient, me, I'm not the prime minister anyway!

"As for the camp, when the time comes, I plan to take the Nanxiang engineering team to Long, and they are skilled in this business, so they don't need so many auxiliary soldiers."

Feng Yong made an excuse.

The corners of Zhuge Liang's mouth twitched, the Nanxiang engineering team, which specializes in civil engineering, has excellent technology and high efficiency, he actually wants to come, but when he sees this kid looking like a matter of course, he is embarrassed to mention it again.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty smashed his mouth a little tastelessly, "A few days ago, it was the coldest time in winter, and you led the army to come, but did anyone get frostbite?" ”

"There are some, but it's not a big problem, it's all minor injuries, it's not in the way, I have glycerin."

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

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

Zhuge Liang was stunned, "What glycerin?" ”

Why do you always pull out something from time to time that you haven't seen before?

"Oh, when I went to Nanzhong two years ago, I saw that there was a kind of oil seed there, and although the oil squeezed out was poisonous and could not be eaten, it could be waterproof, coated on weapons, and rust-proof."

"What's more, you can boil something out of it, called glycerin, and apply it to your hands, feet and face, which can prevent frost, and you don't have to worry about frostbite in winter."

Tung oil is everywhere in Nanzhong, Feng Yong's hardcore younger brother Li Yi is from a family in Nanzhong, and his father is the governor of Nanzhong, and collecting tung oil is simply a gesture.

What's more, it is not in vain, but it is exchanged for grain.

It is convenient for himself, and he can appease the people after pacifying Nanzhong, Li Hui can still get an official reputation, what a good thing?

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

"There's such a good thing, didn't you say it earlier?"

Prime Minister Dahan's eyes widened, "Give me a batch of even!" ”

"Oh, no problem, how much?"

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

"It's not much, it's enough for 10,000 people for a month."

This time it was Feng Yong's turn to widen his eyes violently, what did I want to say just now? Is glycerin young and old?

"Cheng ...... Prime Minister, this glycerin, it was I exchanged grain for tung oil, and then transported it from Nanzhong, and finally boiled it out with hard work, and it was not easy to come by......"

Feng Langjun stammered.

"No money!"

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty knew that someone was dying for money, so he simply interrupted him.

Feng Yong was dumbfounded.

"Prime Minister, I remember a few months, it seems that a few empty places have been sold, and I heard that the treasury is full of money and food......"

"Who did you listen to?"

"Brother!"

"Which brother?"

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty glared.

"Zhuge ...... Brother......"

Feng Yong replied with some cringe.

Zhuge Liang: ......

Then he gritted his teeth and emphasized, "No money!" There is no food either! ”

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Feng Yongda was dissatisfied.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty and a certain turtle have fought openly and secretly I don't know how many times, which time can let him take advantage, seeing his painful appearance, he immediately said leisurely, "This Northern Expedition, I have one less general here......

When Feng Yong heard this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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

Prime Minister, you are fair, how can you be so favoritistic, so open-minded and sell officials, it's not good?

Feng Tu said solemnly, "Prime Minister, there are really not so many. ”

"Not so much, that's a lot!" Prime Minister Dahan glared at Feng Tuqiu, "The words that come out of your mouth are never the truth, and even if there is a truth, it is also discounted." ”

Seeing that he was unwilling to let go, Zhuge Liang had to take a step back, "Okay, you can make another request." ”

When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes lit up, how could he be polite?

I only heard him blurt out directly, "I want Wang Ping!" ”

"Who?"

"Zhu Ti guarded Wang Ping too much, and the three thousand people he brought from Nanzhong."

Zhuge Liang couldn't wait to see this kid so impatient, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Wang Ping did have an outstanding performance when he pacified Nanzhong, but in fact, it was all under the command of Li Hui, and in the eyes of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Wang Ping was not as good as Ke Ke Taishou Ma Zhong.

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

Because Ma Zhong not only had to assist Li Hui in stabilizing the south and central and raising military funds for the Northern Expedition, but also Jiangzhou was to the north of Qike, so he had to pay attention to Li Yan at all times.

"Why?"

"Because...... Because I'm young, prime minister, I'm not familiar with the things in the army. When Pingyue was in Pingyue last year, didn't the prime minister send me a Meng Yan? The prime minister also thinks that I need a steady elder to help preside over the affairs of the army, right? ”

"But now the generals in the army in Hanzhong, who would be willing to listen to the words of the young? Only General Wang, who is not only good friends with me, but also has a steady and cautious nature, is the best candidate. ”

Feng Yong was in a hurry, and the more he talked, the more he felt that he had a reason, so in the end, he was justified.

Zhuge Liang listened, and glanced up and down at Feng Yong with strange eyes.

I want to bring Feng Yong this time, just to train him, after all, he is a leading figure in the young generation of the Han Dynasty, if he can be cultivated as soon as possible and carry the beam, he will not have to worry about no successor.

But to put it bluntly, it is actually a bit unkind to let him follow the Northern Expedition this time, after all, he is the only son in the family, and he has not yet had a queen, and the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, so someone must follow him to protect him.

This son is kind to both father and son of the Wang family, and the steady Wang Ping is indeed the best candidate.

Although one of the two is a Taishou and the other is a long history, this is not important, after all, Feng Yong still has a marquis, and at that time, as long as the military positions of the two are arranged.

The prime minister of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Yong's eyes so strangely, he didn't expect the turtle to be so self-aware, and he was very relieved in his heart, "This matter is easy to hear, I will give a military order and let Wang Ping go to your camp to obey orders." ”

"Thank you, Prime Minister!"

Feng Yongxi turned his heart and said quickly.

Damn, Lao Tzu has Wang Ping in his hand, and Zhang Wei has a sentence, if he is cut down like this, then he is really determined to accept himself, and it is useless to struggle no matter how much he struggles.

"Don't be too busy thanking you yet, I'm going to ask you for someone too."

Zhuge Liang knocked on the desk and said.

Feng Yong chuckled in his heart, thinking that Jufu and Zhang Wei had just followed him to quell a small chaos, and they were not qualified to enter the eyes of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, right?

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