The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August! This psalm is about the weather in Saibei, although the psalm is quite exaggerated, but this September has not completely passed, and the first winter snow has already fallen, which is indeed early enough.

And unlike the snowfall in the Central Plains, Wang Hou has been in Qingzhou for a few years, although the weather is cold, the first snow is often not too big, and there is a remission period, but here? The snow did not stop as soon as it fell, and it was a day of fluttering and sprinkling, and after it had fallen, the whole land was covered in silver.

Then Wang Hou's goods were frozen into grandsons again.

"Ahh

In the previous life, it was estimated that it belonged to the cat, Wang Hou was not frost-resistant before the crossing, and he was not frost-resistant after the crossing, and he was just in the living room for a while, and the snot had already come out, sneezing, and this thing was a big cotton jacket wrapped tightly on the body and gave the nest again.

In front of him, Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was blowing in the cold wind but had just drunk half a catty of sunshine molasses, was full of red light, and even under the big cotton hat he was wearing, there was a trace of heat coming out of his neck. Holding his fist, the man respectfully greeted.

"The prime minister is expected to lead the seven-way army endlessly, and this winter is expected to spend the winter again, and as soon as the cold winter is over, he will immediately lead the army north to solve the problem of Wuhuan in the three counties.

It is located in the north of Youzhou City, close to the edge of the Great Wall of the Old Han Dynasty, converted into the geography of later generations, that is, between Beijing and Zunhua, here is the heart of the Republic in later generations, the prosperous Wang Hou struggled all his life and could not afford a toilet in Jingshi City, but now, it is a real barbaric and barren land, bitter cold and border plug, from here to the north is not far away, it is the Tang Dynasty poets who are haunted by dreams, and Lu Long.

Lu Longsai grass is early fat, and the bird's milk is flat and does not fly. This place is already the border between agricultural civilization and nomadic civilization, Cao Cao's army here, it can be regarded as half of the foot on the battlefield, but the premise of this move is that the food and salary for the 100,000 army to fight in the fortress are not yet in place.

This scene shows Cao Cao's trust in Wang Hou, you must know that once Wang Hou loses the deadline, the 100,000 army will return in vain, Cao Cao will lose face, and his control over the four northern states will be more unstable and heavier, if the remnants of the Yuan family and the Wuhuan people seize the opportunity to break in, like the Xiongnu besieged the Han Gaozu Bai Mountain, and besiege it in the endless ancient city, the possible consequence is the collapse of the whole army, and his action is a great risk.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, if Wang Hou really didn't get things done, Mr. Cao's anger can be imagined, listening to the report from the messenger from the Military Statistics Survey Bureau of the four northern states, Wang Hou's old face couldn't help twitching, and he sighed out again, humming sadly.

"It's not a good day to live in peace!"

"Humph!"

It's no wonder that Mr. Cao trusts Wang Hou, he still has a "big spy" by Wang Hou's side, and he is still good at talking! Listening to Wang Hou complaining there, Cao Hongjie, who happened to come in with a charcoal basin, deliberately pouted and snorted, and when Mrs. spoke, Wang Hou's goods immediately jumped up like a Martian bullet into his ass.

"Go back and report to the prime minister, the grain has reached the corners, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, Wang Tuqiu is not avoided, at the end of January, 100,000 stones of grain are a lot of stones, hoard on time, please accept the prime minister!"

"Obedience!"

Listening to Wang Hou's impassioned words, the little school who had drunk wine was even more enthusiastic, followed by a heavy fist, and then a sonorous and high-spirited hand sleeve swinging on his chest, out of the small flower hall that Wang Hou used to hold a meeting and meet guests.

The crystal face was filled with joy, put down the brazier, Cao Hongjie threw a charming look to Wang Hou, and then went out like a spring breeze, it is estimated that there will be a surprise there tonight.

After sending his wife out with a peach blossom show on his face, Wang Hou's brows twitched slightly, his brother still knew how to settle the accounts, and Mr. Cao was the same here, when he was the Taishou in Dongjun, he used prisoners of war to use prisoners of war in the four counties of Hebei to arrange the Sergeant Statistical Survey Bureau like a net, and now it has been slowly stripped and incorporated by Cao Cao, and it is no longer his word, but he is the only one.

Deng Kai had reported to him several times that Mr. Cao had summoned him to intervene in the Bureau of Statistics, and there was already a tendency to override him.

The Military Statistics Survey Bureau can be said to be a cross-era thing, reducing the tall spies like Su Qin and Zhang Yi from the Warring States period to the civilian level, but it is more rigorous and faster, and it is unprecedented to assemble strategists to form an intelligence analysis room.

It is a bit similar to the big data screening of later generations, bringing together the information collected by traders, shop owners, peddlers and pawns, and inconspicuous spies, screening out valuable news and deducing it, and perfecting a particularly important intelligence, which played a major role in pacifying Hebei, and predicted at least eight rebellions for Mr. Cao.

But because it is so important, Mr. Cao is more and more unable to tolerate it in the hands of others, even if that person is his son-in-law!

Maybe it's time to take the initiative to hand over the intelligence department, but it can't be handed over completely, and a few nails must be buried in it, after all, once a son of heaven and a courtier, being suitable for the general monarch and minister of Cao does not mean that he can be suitable for the second generation of Cao and the third generation of the monarch and minister.

But there's no hurry! And there are other things that are more imminent than the Military Investigation Bureau, just when Wang Hou's mind flickered, Zhao Yun on the side couldn't wait to stand up and clenched his fist at him.

"State Mu, since the prime minister's military rations are urgent, do you want to solve those Saibei barbarians outside the city now?"

How to protect the outside from injustice? Now Lianjiao City, which is Wang Hou's important stronghold in Liaodong, is still surrounded by the army of the Gongsun family! There are few generals who don't want to make contributions, and Wang Hou promised him Zhao Yun to play the leading role in this war.

But it has been seven or eight days since the war, Lianjiaocheng has been in a defensive position, Wang Hou did not allow an attack to be launched, and took over from Zhang Liao to command the Qingzhou Cavalry Regiment.

Not only him, but Zhen Yao, who was appointed by Wang Hou as a lianjiao taishou because of his merits, couldn't help but be eager in his eyes, after all, who wants the city under his command to be surrounded by tens of thousands of enemy troops?

When he came back to his senses, he looked at Zhao Yun, Zhen Yao as the leader, and several Qingzhou Wenchen generals who participated in the Military Resolution Conference under his command also looked eager and looked at him eagerly. Standing up from the cold couch, he was shivering from the cold wind blowing in from the window, but Wang Hou, who had a long nose, slipped to the side of the bed contrivedly, and looked enviously at the outside of the garden, several family members actually shrank on the kang and roasted the fire, he reached out and snapped off the ice skate that had just been formed this morning.

"Well, it's time!"

"Zhen Taishou, in a while, you will transfer grain from the warehouse under the mountain and load the ship, and order Zhuge Cheng Port, which leads the third brigade of the reserve army, to stand by, these days, this seat will personally go out!"

Expedition? Shipment??

Zhao Yun and other generals all had a few question marks on their heads, the enemy army is under the city, just open the city gate and fight, what kind of ship is loaded? And listening to Wang Hou's meaning, it seems that there is still an expedition!

What kind of medicine is sold in this state gourd?