Farmer of Shu Han

I don’t know whether I was really hungry on the way, or whether the pasta in this shop was really delicious. Everyone in Lao Feng’s family enjoyed the meal.

Even Li Ming couldn't help but pick up the bowl and drank the entire soup.

Even the woman took a spoon and drank most of the bowl of soup in one mouthful.

The way the guests eat is the greatest compliment to the host.

Old Wei asked cheerfully:

"How's it going? I didn't lie to you, did I? In this area, including Xicheng, the food in our restaurant is also top-notch."

Old Feng burped and raised his thumb:

"This skill is truly incredible! It's much better than when I was in the army."

"Hehe! That's not true. In order to open this store, I went back to Nanxiang to learn a lot!"

After eating and drinking, Old Wei, who was the most agile and agile, led a group of people and left through the back door.

After walking around for a stick of incense, we came to a village built on the mountain.

"Did you see that hilltop?"

Old Wei pointed to the east and could see a hillside, to be precise, a high plateau, rising abruptly from the ground.

It is like a crouching tiger, looking at this side eagerly, as if it is about to get up and jump over the martial arts water in the next moment.

After all, Lao Feng was also the leader of the army. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but admire:

"It's a must-win place for military strategists. It's a dangerous place on the Baoxian Road. If we station troops here, then Hanzhong..."

Then he thought of something, frowned and shook his head: "No, it's a pity."

Old Wei didn't mean to say this, but he was a man who retired from the army after all. When he heard what Old Feng said, he couldn't help but curiously asked:

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that we are on the west bank of Wugong River." Old Feng pointed to the high plateau, "If we live on the east side and station troops on it, Baoxie Taoist soldiers will not be able to go out."

“But since it is located on the West Coast, its role is somewhat useless.”

Lao Feng continued to explain:

"Because it is separated by the Wugong River, if we really want to station heavy troops on it, it will be very easy for the enemy to use the Wugong River and the Wei River to cut off the connection with the east."

What's on the east side of Wugong Water?

There is Yicheng.

After passing Yicheng and going down the Wei River, we arrived at Chang'an.

That high place seemed dangerous, but in fact it was a half-death place for the Guanzhong defenders.

Because there are Qinling Mountains in the south, Wugong River in the east, and Weishui River in the north. If we station a large number of troops there, we will really be cut off from the way back east, so we can only go west.

If the enemy takes advantage of the geographical advantage to keep an eye on the strength of Wuzhangyuan and then divides some of his elite troops to go east, it will be really fatal.

"Yes, Old Feng!" Old Wei praised, "There were so many brothers back then, and you were the only one who was promoted to lead the army. It really makes sense."

In front of his brothers, Lao Feng didn't need to be too humble. He just glanced at his son.

Realizing that he was also listening attentively, he nodded secretly.

He said so much, naturally not to express himself intentionally, but to take the opportunity to teach his son.

This means reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.

Otherwise, how could scholars talk about study tours?

With his heart moving, Old Feng looked up to the west again:

"If my guess is correct, that's Wu Zhangyuan, right?"

The prime minister stationed himself at Wuzhangyuan, and confronted Sima Yi across the Wugong River, holding back the army of Wei thieves.

The king led his cavalry across thousands of miles and swept across Jiuyuan and Bingzhou Hedong, establishing the battle situation in one fell swoop.

This battle completely reversed the strength and weakness of the Han thieves. Who in the world doesn't know this?

"General Feng is General Feng, don't accept it."

Old Wei once again praised him, and without any further excuses, he pointed to the high slope behind the village, "It was here that the traitor set up camp, facing the Prime Minister across the water."

The hillside behind the village is also a high plateau. Although it is not as impressive as Wuzhangyuan, it is the only high point on the east coast that can compete with it.

"So our village was actually built using the traitor's camp, which saved us a lot of effort."

Old Feng nodded. No wonder the layout of the village looked similar to that of a military camp, including a watchtower.

Naturally, the village where Lao Wei and the others were located could not have occupied the camp of Sima Yi's 200,000-strong army. Their village only occupied a small part.

"Over there," Old Wei pointed to the other side of the mountain, "is the guest house built in the meeting. Further north, to the edge of the Wei River, is the warehouse."

The so-called warehouse is naturally the warehouse of Xinghan Hui.

"But this time I won't let you stay in a guest house. You will stay in the village. We will call all the old brothers together in the evening."

The roads in the village are kept very clean and there is no mess like ordinary villages.

Passing by the houses on the road, you can see that almost every household raises some chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry.

From time to time a guard dog would run out and bark at the group of strangers through the fence.

In some houses, women could be seen squatting in the vegetable gardens in the yards, clearing weeds.

Occasionally, a few butterflies flew by, attracting children to chase and play.

There are also women sitting in the shade at the door, watching the children running around, while skillfully knitting sweaters, the needles and threads in their hands dancing in the air, like butterflies flying through flowers.

There are also old people sitting in the shade of the trees in the village, gently shaking their fans and telling stories to the children surrounding them.

Being in such a peaceful and peaceful village can almost make people forget that there are still wars and rebellions outside.

Li Ming followed the crowd. As he passed by from a distance, he could faintly hear what the old man was saying:

"Feng Junhou drew his sword and shouted: My flag will be erected here, and I will not take a step back! When the thieves come, I will pick up this three-foot sword and die with the thieves. Since the Northern Expedition, I have never heard of a general in the army who died for the country. , if so, please start from eternity!"

"But when I saw the bandits coming together, Marquis Feng was wearing armor and riding a horse, holding a heavenly sword. A cold light suddenly appeared. He raised the sword and dropped it. His clothes and armor were flat. The bandits' blood was like a fountain. I followed closely behind Marquis Feng and killed all the bandits. General, penetrate the siege..."

"Wow!"

All the children couldn't help but exclaim, all showing admiration.

Li Ming, who was passing by, paused for a moment, his steps involuntarily slowed down, and doubts arose in his heart:

Is Mr. Feng really that powerful?

Feng's words of encouragement to the soldiers during the battle at Jieting have already spread throughout the world.

It has to be said that anyone who hears this will have their blood boiling and want to breathe out.

And Li Ming's brother-in-law came from Nanxiang, and his usual words of praise for Feng were naturally overwhelming.

But for so many years, he has always been prejudiced against his martial arts brother-in-law.

Not to mention that there are many people in the Li family in Shu who regard Mr. Feng as an evil ghost or beast.

So Li Ming never believed his evaluation of Feng Dashima.

There is no doubt that Feng's military strategy has few opponents.

It is also true that Feng has led troops for many years and fought on the battlefield without ever losing a single victory.

It is definitely impossible to say that he has no martial arts skills.

Don't talk nonsense about how you can strategize and win the battle just by waving your feather fan and sitting in command.

These days, all scholars carry swords and travel around the world.

Leading the army in battles all year round, how can you survive without a strong body?

Not to mention that Feng did not fight thousands of miles away, but led his army to fight thousands of miles away.

But if it is true as the old soldier said, wearing iron armor, holding up to the sky, charging into the battle to kill the enemy like a wither and decay, he is no less inferior to the Five Tiger Generals...

Li Ming couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as a figure seemed to flash before his eyes.

The Liangzhou exam was also the first exam for Dahan, setting a precedent for Dahan to select talents.

Li Ming graduated with excellent results in that exam.

The examiner of that exam was none other than Feng.

So many years have passed, but Feng stood on a high platform and looked down at many students.

Behind him stood a stone wall engraved with the words "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations."

This scene, especially that figure, has remained fresh in his memory for so many years.

That figure was so high and unattainable that it even made people feel an irresistible feeling of powerlessness:

Can the disciples of Shanmen really be so well-equipped in both civil and military skills that they can do whatever they want?

As a descendant of the Li family in Shu, facing the current situation of the Li family, it is impossible to say that there is no resentment towards Feng.

Not to mention that his sister was forced to marry a martial artist.

In the past, for such a warrior, not to mention marrying my sister, if he could see her and say a few words, it would be like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

Not to mention asking my sister to give him children.

But every time he thought of Mr. Feng, the shadow that would never dissipate over the heads of the aristocratic family, Li Ming felt a little frightened, discouraged, and even desperate.

Li may still have a chance to rise again, but so what?

It was just following the path designated by Feng.

This simply cut off the morale of the aristocratic family from the very foundation.

If the aristocratic family wants to regain its former glory, unless, unless, the world is overturned again, Liu Han will not prosper.

Just thinking about the world today and the various things in Jihan territory, Li Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In the eyes of the world, the children of aristocratic families may be said to be full of talents.

But compared to the disciples of Shanmen who can reverse the general trend of the world, they are much inferior.

How can you compete with it?

Thinking of this, Li Ming sighed secretly:

That's all, it's not my turn to worry about such major events that are related to the direction of the world.

It is better to live the life in front of him peacefully. After all, as long as he is willing to bow his head, Ji Han still has a lot of ways for people like him.

After so many years of training, he is no longer the foolish young man with only blood and courage in the past.

I have been working for Ji Han these years, precisely because I was in the game and saw everything that happened to Ji Han.

Only then did he realize more and more that the general trend of the world was almost impossible to reverse.

Now he has clearly seen that his brother-in-law just followed the general trend and had the opportunity to marry his sister.

The general trend is now established, it is difficult to change, that’s it, that’s it…

There is nothing surprising about Li Ming's psychological change.

Because to this day, even among the descendants of the Li family in Shu, there are still many people who have such a mentality.

And the Li family in Shu is just a small microcosm of the great Han Dynasty, or even the world's famous families.

"Adi doesn't like it?"

Sister's voice woke up Li Ming, who was immersed in his own world.

He suddenly looked up and realized that he had followed the crowd and unknowingly arrived at a small farmyard.

This small courtyard is basically the same as other farmyards in the village. It is very clean and quiet.

You don’t even need to clean up, you don’t even need to add anything to your home, and you can live there for a long time.

Not only Lao Feng, but his wife was also very satisfied.

But he didn't expect Li Ming to shake his head.

Facing everyone's gaze, Li Ming suddenly felt embarrassed and waved his hands quickly:

"No, no, I was distracted for a moment and thought of other things. My sister likes it here, so why should I say anything about it?"

Old Feng nodded and said:

“Staying in a hostel is not as comfortable as staying here.”

With his status, he can naturally live in the Xinghan Club's internal guest house.

But no matter how much better the internal guesthouse is than an ordinary hotel, there are still strangers living there.

How can you feel comfortable having a yard to yourself?

Without paying much attention to Li Ming, Lao Feng settled down his wife and children, boiled water and washed and bathed. He didn't see much work, and the sky had already darkened.

After eating the food sent by Lao Wei and others, and arranging the family to sleep, Lao Feng took advantage of the darkness and walked out of the small courtyard, checked the direction, and then stepped forward.

In this era, except for the wealthy who can stay up all night to have fun, even the rich and wealthy mostly sleep with their wives and concubines in their arms after dark - oil lamps don't use oil, right?

Without anyone to lead the way, I saw a place with lights on in the distance.

Pushing the door open, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of wine and meat hits your face.

"Old Feng is here."

"Here? Come, sit down, I'm waiting for you."

Faced with the smoky smell inside, instead of frowning, Old Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This is the smell, I miss it all the time!

He stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd, snatched the bowl from someone's hand, and drank it all in one gulp:

"color!"

The wine is not actually good wine, it can even be called bad wine.

Although these soldiers who retired from the army all have some wealth and no worries about their livelihood.

It's not that there is no way to buy good wine. After all, I was ordered to open a shop in this crucial place.

But this good wine costs a lot of money!

After all, it is a good thing that only noble people can enjoy.

"I thought you couldn't get used to drinking."

Old Feng scoffed and glanced sideways at the speaker:

"Your Aweng is still leading troops in the army. No matter how delicious it is, can it be compared to the food cooked with a horse spoon?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The food cooked with a horse spoon in the army is really just to fill the stomach.

The Han army naturally had no shortage of food and clothing.

But no matter how good a cook is, it is impossible for him to have the time and mood to cook delicious meals for thousands of soldiers waiting to eat during the march.

A spoonful of stew will fill your stomach.

The only chance to eat good food in the army was when they were about to go into battle to kill thieves.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the food served in the army is vastly different from the food and wine served in front of us most of the time.

Lao Feng's words and actions after he came in made his attitude clear invisibly.

Lao Feng is still the same Lao Feng as before, and he has not thrown away the friendship between brothers.

For a time, the atmosphere in the room became a little more lively.

After a few bowls of wine, my ears were full of wine and the conversation started.

Talking about the past military affairs, one person said that I killed eighteen thieves with one sword, and the other said that I killed twenty-eight thieves with one shot...

Old Feng looked a little envious in his eyes, and said to Old Wei next to him with some emotion:

"I heard that some of the old brothers from Nanzhong were not willing to move here after they retired from the army. Now I see, you are living such a small life, which makes me envious."

Old Wei smacked his lips, his expression a little complicated:

"Isn't that true? If it had been anyone else, the trouble would have gone to Chang'an. Fortunately, everyone followed Junhou out of Nanxiang."

"Your Majesty says one thing, but we won't say two things. Your Majesty asks us to go east, and no one will ever go west."

The veterans of the Nanxiang Clan are not ordinary veterans.

He has received a certain education, traveled all over the country, conquered the east and west, and has no shortage of knowledge and vision.

The most important thing is a group that is both organized and disciplined.

No matter how prosperous Nanxiang is, its scope and territory are so large, and it is impossible to accept so many veterans without limit.

It was impossible for the imperial court to allow such a group to stay together in the same place.

So try to break them up as much as possible, that's a must.

At this time, Feng Junhou's supreme prestige in the hearts of Nanxiang children was reflected.

The government in Nanxiang dared to ask the veterans and their families to leave Nanxiang. Even if the gate of the government was not demolished, it would be properly poured with excrement.

Back then, Nanxiang was known as a place where demons danced wildly. Was it really for nothing?

But if the government takes the official document issued by the Central Protectorate (at that time, Feng was acting as the Central Protector), there will be Feng's fake autograph on it (general Guan signed on his behalf).

Then these veterans who have just retired from the army can go home immediately, pack their bags and set off.

Just because they believe that the princes will never treat the children of Nanxiang badly.

It later proved that Junhou was indeed doing it for everyone's benefit.

Because as soon as they left, the emperor moved the capital to Chang'an, and the academy and workshops in Nanxiang basically moved with them.

Then, the imperial court divided the fields and land in Guanzhong.

Not to mention moving here, a few old brothers who have passed away can still get together to eat and drink together.

What else are you planning?

Old Wei was also drunk. When he heard this, he looked sideways at Old Feng:

"Why don't you step back now?"

Life was indeed good, but compared to Lao Feng, even if it was not heaven and earth, it was still far behind.

After all, Lao Feng can lead an army to defend one side.

No matter how hard he worked, he would never be able to protect his wife and make him a son by virtue of his military exploits - even if he recommended a child to enter the Royal Academy, that would already be considered a title.

"How can I dare to retreat even if the king has no orders?"

Old Feng tugged at Wen, then looked at his drunken comrades, "Actually, in addition to visiting my old brother, I came here this time to ask everyone's opinion on something."

"Um?"

Old Wei's drunkenness seemed to disappear immediately. He even sat up straight and his eyes were bright:

"But the boss sent someone alive again?"

When the Han Dynasty regained Guanzhong, the prime minister suddenly died of illness, and the kings and princes were ordered to do so. Although they stabilized their position, there was no chaos in Guanzhong, but there were so many remnants of soldiers, rebels, and bandits.

At that time, not only those who dared to be ordered to serve as county magistrates, but also those who dared to be ordered to serve as county magistrates had to risk their lives.

Therefore, these old soldiers who came to settle in Guanzhong said that they had retired from the army, but in fact they helped the local officials a lot.

This is also another intention of the imperial court.

These soldiers were not allowed to unite in Nanxiang, but given the situation in Guanzhong at that time, these soldiers could help the local area quickly stabilize the situation.

It was for this reason that when he heard Lao Feng's words, Lao Wei immediately asked:

Could it be that someone from above has come down again?

Good job!

When I was helping to stabilize the situation in the local area, if I had the nimble hands and feet, I would be lucky enough to become a county lieutenant, but if I was not very lucky, I would be able to become a pavilion chief or something like that.

There is no way, the Nanxiang children who retired from the army are so popular.

The educated and the uneducated are not on the same level.

The imperial court is also happy to let them spread out and shine in different places, as long as they are not grouped together in Nanxiang.

"You can say yes, you can say no."

Old Feng poured himself another bowl of wine, took a big sip, and said thoughtfully:

"The imperial court intends to establish Tongjunfu in each county. Those in the county who are willing to join the army to serve the country can be incorporated into the Tongjunfu, exempt from taxes and corvee, and specialize in military affairs..."

"Is the imperial court going to change the military system again?"

"It can't be said that we need to change it again," Old Feng shook his head. "The previous military system reform only changed the central army. Now it should be that we want to change the local county army system. This time, it should be regarded as continuing the reform."

"Then what does this have to do with us?"

Someone interrupted and asked.

But Old Wei was agitated and stared at Old Feng fiercely.