"Brother?"

Li Yi saw Feng Yong's brows furrowed, and thought that after he heard the news, he felt that there was something wrong, so he immediately asked tentatively.

"Nothing."

There is no evidence and no evidence, Feng Yong knows that he is a bronze rookie with a strong mouth, and history has recorded it very clearly, the Southern Expedition was victorious in the end, so how could he say the worries in his heart.

His eyes fell on the map he had drawn again, and Feng Yong was even more worried, always feeling that something was wrong, but his thoughts were stuck for a while and he couldn't think of it.

"Wen Xuan, how are the things I ordered prepared?"

"It's all set."

When Li Yi heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly perked up, "Brother, are we going to Pingyi County first?" ”

Feng Yong nodded, "Pingyi County is not only the seat of the governor of Nanzhong, but it has never been broken by the rebels, and its geographical location is at the hub of the three rebel counties, so it is best to settle there in the first step." ”

As he spoke, he clicked with his hand on the location of Pingyi County on the map.

It was just like this that Feng Yong finally discovered something wrong, compared it on the map, frowned slightly, and asked Li Yi, "Wen Xuan, do you know how far it is from Yandao to Anshang?" ”

"About a hundred miles."

"What about from Yandao to Turtle County?"

"I don't know, but it won't be less than eight hundred miles."

Hearing this, Feng Yong finally understood that something was wrong.

"Don't you think there's anything wrong with Yiwen's letter and this official document?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Yi and Yang Wan both stared at the map on the table.

"One hundred miles, one eight hundred miles. Judging by the time when the official document was issued, the prime minister should not have arrived at Anshang at that time. But why are Yiwen and they about to arrive in Turtle County? ”

Feng Yong picked up the pen again and focused on three thick inks on the paper, indicating that the three places in Shangjiao County were located in Yandao, "The soldiers are very fast, Ma Taishou has walked at least 600 miles, and he has not completed 100 miles?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Yi and Yang couldn't help but glance at each other, and their eyes showed doubts.

Perhaps, when Yiwen wrote this letter, the prime minister had actually arrived at An. After all, Kumon and Yiwen's letters were not sent from the same place, but they were only brought together halfway. ”

Li Yi hesitated, "Besides, the mountain roads in Yuewang County are too rugged, and it is normal for the prime minister to walk slowly." Ma Taishou went to Ke by official roads and waterways, and the marching speed was naturally much faster than that of the prime minister. ”

Although he felt that this explanation was a bit far-fetched, but now without more information, Feng Yong can only accept this explanation.

"That's all I can think about."

"Brother, when are we leaving?"

Li Yi asked eagerly.

"Don't worry, there's still something unprepared, wait two more days."

"What is it? The elder brother just talks to the younger brother, and the younger brother will go and prepare quickly. ”

"None of you can prepare this thing, only I can prepare."

Feng Yong smiled and asked, "Wen Xuan, these days, I asked the people of the Xinghan Association to help find wine, how many have you found?" ”

"As long as the wine that can be found in Jincheng, it has been brought back. It's just that wine is a precious thing now, even with the help of the brothers of the Xinghan Society, for a while, they can't find much, and now they only find a dozen altars. ”

"I borrowed twenty altars from the palace, and if you count them, there will be thirty altars, try it."

Feng Yong sighed.

"Try what?"

Li Yi asked suspiciously.

"Shochu."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out later."

Feng Yong smiled mysteriously.

Alcohol is a good thing, and purification is very simple.

The difficulty is the source of alcohol.

In the feudal era without industrialization, the source of alcohol could only be extracted from wine, but in this era, there was not enough food to eat, where did the wine come from?

In the end, Feng Yong's face was big enough, and after giving a batch of woolen cloth to Adou for nothing, Adou was very happy to help him get twenty jars of wine—in fact, it was the last batch of wine hidden in the deepest part of the palace treasury.

Adou has a good reputation in this regard, he is very kind, and he is easy to speak.

Especially when sincerity is sufficient, the money will definitely be done.

Tell someone to carry all the wine to a courtyard and open it all.

For a while, the smell of wine filled the entire courtyard.

"Alright, you all go out."

Feng Yong said to everyone, leaving only Li Yiyang, Wan Wan, and Amei and the three of them.

A strange stove had already been erected in the courtyard, with a steamer on top of it and a wooden barrel next to it, connected by a hollow bamboo between the two.

There is also a drain at the bottom of the barrel.

This makes for a simple still.

"Wen Xuan and Wei Ran, you pour the wine into this pot, remember not to pour it full, just pour most of it."

The business of winemaking is very simple for Feng Yong.

Because his father has a nickname, called "Wine Master".

From this nickname, you can tell how much he is addicted to alcohol.

When I was a child in the countryside, how could I have the money to buy alcohol?

At that time, my father would find a time to get together with the best uncles and uncles in the village every year during the slack time, and this family would provide the field and tools, and the other family would produce food and firewood.

At that time, Feng Yongke helped to light the fire.

Later, the quality of life went up, but there were fewer people in the village. Dad couldn't make wine alone, so he would ask Feng Yong to go to the neighboring village to help him buy wine.

At that time, Feng Yong liked it the most, he was crazy and beautiful.

Because my dad would give him a few cents more every time, and let him buy some snacks to eat.

Then Feng Yong only spent half of it each time, and when he came back, he gave it to his younger brothers and sisters, and the other half quietly hid at the head of his bed.

Until one day, he suddenly found that the dime he had hidden had fallen under the bed, and many of them had been gnawed by rats......

He didn't dare to say anything, so he could only cry in the bed in the middle of the night.

Thinking about the troubles when he was a child, Feng Yong's eyes were a little hot, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously had a hint of a smile.

The degree of the first batch of wine has barely reached Feng Yong's use requirements.

The further you go, the lower the alcohol is, but it is also much higher than the so-called fine wines.

Put away the first wine carefully, and see that Li Yi and Yang Qian kept snorting, their eyes looking straight at this side, and their bodies leaned towards the diversion tube, and they almost stuck their tongues under it.

Feng Yong had no choice but to take a little of the wine that flowed out of the back and handed it over: "Try it." ”

Li Yi hurriedly took it and poured it directly into his mouth......

Then his face swelled red and purple on the spot, and his eyes were bulging to protrude.

But he didn't want to open his mouth, as if it was a waste to bring out the smell of wine.

Li Yi only felt that a fire burned from his mouth down his throat to his stomach, and the whole person almost exploded.

In the end, I finally couldn't help but open my mouth and shout: "Good wine!" ”

Feng Yong took another point, handed it to Yang Wan, shook his head with a smile and said, "Everyone can only drink a little, this wine, I am of great use." ”

Of the thirty jars of so-called fine wine, only two jars of barely usable high wine were finally obtained.

The rest, although it is distilled repeatedly, may get some more, but Feng Yong has no time.

"Woo ......"

"Baby......"

A few days later, outside Jincheng, where the prime minister swore to go on the expedition a few days ago, at this time, the barking of dogs, the neighing of horses, and the shouting of people resounded.

Feng Yong and the others were saying goodbye to everyone who had come to see them off.

"Brother has worked hard here, but you must pay attention to your body."

"Yes, yes, that Nanzhong is a wild place, and the barbarians don't know how to read etiquette, so my brother can take care."

"What nonsense? The reputation of the elder brother is very famous in Nanzhong, and when the barbarian sees the elder brother, he is afraid that he will be frightened on the spot......"

"Yes, yes, what kind of person is my brother, and he will be afraid of that barbarian?"

Everyone in the Xinghan Club patted Feng Yong's ass.

"I'm going here to explore the way for my brothers, and when I find a good place, I will send someone back to inform the brothers, and at that time, the brothers will work together."

Feng Yong arched his hand and said with a smile.

"Brother, don't worry, as long as there is news, I will also go to see it then."

"That is, if it weren't for the family's refusal, I would have gone with my brother at this time."

The people agreed in a big way.

Feng Yong looked in the direction of Jincheng, but the familiar figure still did not appear, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Although this trip to Nanzhong is not considered an expedition, it is still a place of war, and Guan Ji was afraid of committing a taboo, so he only sent him to the intersection of Zhuangzi, and did not follow him all the way to the outside of Jincheng.

"Alright, let's go, brothers, let's go back first, wait for our news."

Feng Yong arched his hand again, and in the midst of everyone's farewell, he turned over a Dian horse and took the lead to the south.

A few days ago, the Hu people who brought their dogs from Hanzhong had two extremely serious reactions to the water and soil, and they couldn't survive it, so they hung up directly.

Feng Yong had no choice but to see that there were still a few people who were about to hang up, so he had to send them back to Hanzhong.

There is no way, now dog training is also a skill, as long as there are skilled people, they are rare talents.

For the rest, I only hope that when I get to Nanzhong, I can adapt to it as well as I did here in Jincheng.

The same goes for dogs, some are sick, some are injured, and even a few die, and in the end only about twenty were singled out, less than half compared to when they set out from Hanzhong.

In addition, the weather in Nanzhong was even hotter and humider than Jincheng, and the war horses brought from Hanzhong were not suitable for the climate there, so Feng Yong finally decided to ride the Yunnan horse south.

After getting the first batch of Yunnan horses from Li Yi the year before last, he found that this Yunnan horse had excellent endurance.

After testing, the adult Yunnan horse carries a weight of 400 catties and can walk sixty or seventy miles a day, and does not need to rest for half a month.

In the unit of later generations, it is a load of 100 kilograms, and it is extremely easy to walk 30 kilometers a day.

If the matter is urgent, and you are not afraid of exhausting the horse, you can also increase the weight and distance by one-third.

Moreover, the growth rate of the Dian horse is extremely fast, and the born baby Dian horse can grow to eighty percent of the height of an adult Dian horse in just one year.

What's more, like Mongolian horses, this Yunnan horse is extremely resistant to coarse materials, and even if it eats ad libitum, it can survive by gnawing the grass in the mountains.

With such excellent transportation power, coupled with the trolley, Feng Yong almost gave up the idea of building a road.

If it weren't for the fact that the dirt road would be dusty when it was sunny, and it would become muddy when it rained, which made Feng Tujiao feel really disgusting, and the number of Dian horses in Hanzhong Ranch was far from meeting the transportation requirements, so he would not be too lazy to build the road.

So in the past two years, he has been trying his best to increase the number of Yunnan horses in his hands.

But it's a pity that the Dian horse is produced in Nanzhong, and those barbarians in Nanzhong don't even know how to use cattle to plow the land, so how do they know how to breed Dian horses on a large scale?

Coupled with the impact of the rebellion, it was even more difficult to obtain the Dian horse.

Therefore, the number of Yunnan horses in Hanzhong Ranch is only about 100 now, and this is still counting the foals produced in the past two years.

Now Feng Yong wants to use Dian horses when he goes south, and he only picks out twenty stallions, and they are all castrated stallions.

Cao Wuming, the former Cao Wuming under the command of the captain of the Yizhou Diannong School, is now known as "a knife master" in the rivers and lakes, and the business scope has spread from pig farms to pastures, and many cattle and horses have been poisoned by him.

Now the cattle and horses in the ranch only pick out the strongest bull stallions as breeding cattle stallions, and the rest are all cut by Wu Ming and the disciples he brought out.

Break the root of right and wrong, go to work with peace of mind!

The horse bell "jingled and tinked", and there were a few "wang" dog barks in the middle, and everyone watched Feng Yong and his party gradually move away.

At this time, a song came from nowhere, and the voice was ethereal and melodious: "Beat the drum and use the soldiers." The city of Tuguo, I travel south alone......"

Feng Yong, who had already walked away, reined in his horse suddenly, looked back at the source of the song, and saw that the hillside was lush with grass and trees, and only heard the sound, where could he see people?

After all, she couldn't help but follow.

Wait for the sentence "Yu is broad, not I live." After singing, the aftermath is still endless, and it does not disperse.

"Who sang this? Does it sound so good? ”

Among the people who saw them off, some people couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why don't you go up and have a look?" ”

"Huh!" Some of the smarter ones sneered, "This is obviously the woman who came to send her brother, who do you care?" ”

The person who spoke first immediately shrunk his neck and laughed dryly, "I'm just talking about it casually." ”

No matter whether the woman above is surnamed Guan or Zhang, it is not something that ordinary people can provoke.

I can't say it, if you mess with one, you mess with two at the same time.

Don't you see, then Xu Xun is out now, and he doesn't dare to say a word more?

After listening to this, Feng Yong on the other end stood stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed.

Regardless of everyone's inexplicable eyes, while letting the horses under him open their hooves again, he opened his mouth and sang a tune that no one could understand:

"The sword of justice is three feet at the waist, and the heart is tender and thousands of ......"

"Wang ......"

"Dashing coming and going between mountains and rivers......"

"Woo ......"

"Two feelings are lingering for thousands of miles......"

"Woo Woo ......"

"Nima's take care of this stupid dog to Lao Tzu! If it dares to scream again, Lao Tzu stewed it at night! ”

Feng Tu Turtle was destined to be handsome for no more than ten seconds, and after singing a few words, he was disturbed by the sound of a dog barking behind him, and he was extremely angry at the moment, and when he burst into tears, he was so frightened that Hu Ren, who was following behind, hurriedly thought of calming the troublesome dog.

"Waist ......"

Feng Yong turned his head again, glanced at the dog again, and sure enough, he stopped barking, then he snorted and scolded with contempt: "Single dog!" ”

Turning his head to look at the hillside again, although he didn't see anyone, he knew that Guan Ji must be looking at him, and when he thought of this, his heart was even more proud, so he sang again:

"The three-foot sword of justice at the waist, with thousands of tenderness in the mind, comes and goes between the mountains and rivers in a chic manner, and the two feelings are lingering for thousands ......of miles."