Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 549

Chapter 549 Hurry up

Feng Yong's neck was a little stiff, and he turned his head away with a click.

Seeing his appearance, Guan Ji gave a "puchi" smile and patted, "I'm joking!"

Feng Yong pretended to be stupid, laughed dryly, and thought to himself, I believe you a ghost, you said just now that you are not so stingy!

"My aunt wrote a letter, saying that she has given birth to a son, and she wants my concubine to thank her husband for her."

Guan Ji was obsessed with the formation of the Women's Army during this time. Taking advantage of her inconvenient health these days, she drove Feng Yong to Amei's room. various ideas.

So there are a lot of things recently, and they are basically mentioned to Feng Yong in the morning.

Unlike before, you can communicate before going to bed.

"Oh, what's there to thank for that? I want to thank Fan A and Li Dangzhi, and it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Yong waved his hand, and at the same time, a thought came to his mind: This kid Zhuge Zhan was finally born?

This is a kid who doesn't have the talent of his father, but has the dazzling aura of his father.

Deng Ai sneaked into Yinping and came straight to Jincheng. A Dou handed him the last bit of foundation in his hands, and at the same time gave him his last hope, but he didn't expect this kid to be a guy with high eyesight and low hands.

The last two Northern Expeditions of Zhuge Old Demon, the number of people was too small to attack the city, but Cao Wei was able to fight in the field like a tiger, which was evaluated by Sima Yi as a "genius under the world". His ability to march and deploy is still very powerful.

It's a pity that this Zhuge Zhan thought he had the art of war passed down from his family, so he didn't listen to Huang Chong and Li Qiu's advice, he didn't guard the dangerous places, and insisted on fighting others on the flat ground.

As a result, the last bit of A Dou's family fortune was wiped out. A Dou ignored the soldiers in front of him and vowed to guard the Jianmen Gate, and directly opened the door to surrender. There may be reasons for Zhuge Zhan's defeat and death.

Feng Yong stood there in a daze, thinking of something, and suddenly smiled strangely.

"What are you thinking? Laughing so hard!"

Guan Ji pushed him dissatisfied.

"Reckoning, Zhuge Zhan and I are cousins, right?"

Feng Yong said this sentence.

Guan Ji was taken aback for a moment, for some reason Feng Yong suddenly asked this, thought for a while, and said, "The concubine is considered to be the half-daughter of my aunt, and Da Lang should really call the concubine a sister, so you and he are cousins, right?" .”

"Ah That's good."

Feng Yong nodded.

"What's the meaning?"

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong's increasingly weird expression in bewilderment.

"Fuck him! He is my uncle, and if he makes a mistake in the future, it's okay for me to whip him, right?"

Feng Yongli said bluntly.

"You, after thinking about it for a long time, did you just think about this?"

Guan Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped Feng Yong fiercely angrily, "He's still a child!"

Winter clothes are thick, and beating does not hurt people, Feng Yonghun said indifferently, "The child just wants to be beaten, and a filial son will be born under the stick!"

"No matter how filial a son is, he is also my aunt's filial son. What does it have to do with you? Where did you get a filial son from?"

Guan Ji snorted.

Doesn't seem right?

Feng Yong saw Guan Ji's appearance, his heart was moved, and he asked tentatively, "Is there something on your mind?"

"What can my concubine worry about?"

Guan Ji didn't have a good air.

Hearing this, Feng Yong became more and more sure.

"What's the matter, Mr. Xi? You and I are one, what can't you tell me?"

Feng Yong asked softly.

Guan Ji glanced at him, then looked at Amei who was standing next to her, then bit her lip and said, "My aunt has a child already, my concubine and Alang have been married for so long..."

His voice lowered, and he looked a little disappointed.

Feng Yong understood as soon as he heard it, and said quickly, "Due to physical reasons, Madam has no children until now. The two of us are fine, let alone young, don't worry, there will always be."

Recalling that Guan Ji glanced at Amei just now, Feng Yong hurriedly explained in a low voice, "Don't worry, the eldest son in the family must be born to you. Amei..."

After becoming a witch doctor, Ah Mei learned medical skills from Fan A, and she has her own way to avoid giving birth before the mistress. She still understands her position very well.

"Who told you that!"

Guan Ji blushed upon hearing Feng Yong's explanation, and pushed him out the door.

Amei pretended not to hear or see anything, and lowered her head to follow.

"No need, you went to the racecourse with Xijun today. You haven't checked the account for a long time, so you should check it."

Feng Yong waved his hand to prevent her from following.

As a versatile talent, Ah Mei is Feng Yong's senior secretary. On weekdays, she not only has to help Feng Yong sort out various materials in advance for his review, but also helps to collect various data in Yuejuan Prefect's Mansion.

Feng Yong has been sleeping in her room these days, Guan Ji was stimulated by Huang Yueying today, so she shouldn't let Ah Mei follow her.

The ancients said that it is very reasonable to cultivate one's morality, regulate the family, govern the country and the world.

Even if the family is not at peace, how can they be in the mood to rule the country and the world?

Between husband and wife, mutual understanding, mutual tolerance, life will be more harmonious.

Entering the prefect's mansion, Wei Rong handed over an official document.

"Chang Shi, Jincheng's reply has arrived."

"I don't read it, you just say what it said."

Feng Yong waved his hand.

This kind of official document is not vernacular, and it is a headache to read.

"The prime minister did not agree to transfer weapons from Jincheng's arsenal, but he agreed to let Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation build a batch of weapons specifically for Yuejuan according to Chang Shi's wishes."

Wei Rong said hastily.

"Got it." Feng Yong nodded, "Is there anything else?"

"A batch of weapons was just delivered yesterday, there are thirty handles."

"Only thirty?" Feng Yong rubbed his forehead in distress, "Too little."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Go and inform General Zhang, and let him distribute these weapons."

"No."

After a while, Zhang Ni came over with a happy face, "Chang Shi, I heard that another batch of purple electric swords came?"

"Yes, but only thirty handles."

Feng Yong said helplessly.

"Thirty handles are already a lot. This kind of precious sword is rare in the world. Its power is only seen in a certain life. Including the original ones in Qiongdu, there are seventy handles."

Zhang Yi felt satisfied, "It's not easy to make such a treasured sword, so we can only save it slowly."

Is it not easy to create?

It took more than a year to build 70, which is really slow, okay?

"I told the prime minister a few days ago that I wanted Jincheng to help build a batch, but the prime minister refused, but the good news is that the prime minister agreed to let Hanzhong Metallurgy help."

"That would be great!"

Zhang Ni was overjoyed.

The so-called Zidian Sword is actually Tang Mo Sword.

The blade is more than two meters long, the blade alone is nearly one meter long, and the handle is one meter two.

Mo Dao is developed from Zhanmadao, so the blade is somewhat similar to Zhanmadao, with a sharp tip, which can be chopped, chopped, picked, cut, and stabbed.

The long handle is attached to the bottom, which is good for dealing with cavalry.

The usage of Mo Dao is to advance like a wall. On the one hand, it can effectively boost the morale of the soldiers on the side, and on the other hand, it can also greatly deter the enemy.

Its principle is, one is to fight collectively and pay attention to teamwork; the other is to have a clear point of attack, which is to deal with cavalry and make up for the weakness of insufficient horses.

The disadvantage is that the cost is extremely expensive and it is not easy to make.

At the same time, it not only requires extremely high physical fitness of soldiers, but also requires them to have good teamwork ability.

So even if it is successfully tried by Feng Yong, it is destined to only be used as the last hole card.

Old Demon Zhuge learned that Feng Yong wanted Pu Yuan to help build such a fancy thing, so he naturally refused immediately - now is the most critical moment of preparation for the Northern Expedition, how much manpower and material resources will be wasted to build this kind of thing?

Feng Yong had no choice but to use his own relationship to ask Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation to help build a hundred weapons in the name of making weapons for the trilogy. In this way, it took a year to fail to complete the request.

This is a little bit that can only be forged by taking advantage of Nanxiang's advantages, coke and improved bellows.

A few days ago, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty almost drained Nanxiang's blood. Feng Yong had no way to stop him, so he had to take the opportunity to cry and get a formal authorization, so that Hanzhong Ye could justifiably help build the Yuexie Prefect's Mansion.

If the time is not too tight, Feng Yong even wants to ask the old monster Zhuge to build a smelting workshop in Yuejuan and build it himself.

"If you are not in charge of your family, you don't know how expensive firewood is!"

Feng Yong sighed.

Fortunately, Nanxiang is rich and can advance part of the payment, and the income from the racecourse and Yanchi is used as collateral in Yuexuan, otherwise Feng Yong would not dare to do it at all.

But seeing that the Northern Expedition was imminent, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and seize the time to try various arms.

"How is the practice of the treasured sword formation?"

"Not bad." Zhang Ni nodded again and again, "Nanxiang's soldiers are indeed elite soldiers. They follow orders like they use their arms and fingers, and most of them are stronger than ordinary soldiers. They are the best candidates for using the Zidian Sword."

Feng Yong grinned distressedly when he heard this, most of Lao Tzu's soldiers have been released, and this is not enough, how many are left on hand now? If you do this, how much can you fill in?

"We can't use all Nanxiang soldiers. Don't we have the right to recruit soldiers in the three counties? In the name of trying every year, we have carefully selected warriors in the three counties. There are too few soldiers in Nanxiang. Let them lead as a long team. Like, lead the charge."

It's good to use it wisely!

"Xiazuo understands the meaning of Changshi. The plan of Xiazuo is to let Nanxiang soldiers practice the use of this purple electric sword well, and then let them lead others to practice."

"After all, Nanxiang soldiers are rare elite soldiers. No matter what they do, they are much easier to use than ordinary soldiers."

Zhang Yi looked at Feng Yong in admiration.

This Feng Changshi, although he usually doesn't look like a mountain, but his skills are indeed few people can compare.

The Nanxiang soldiers brought out alone are not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

"Oh, that's good." Feng Yong nodded, got up and said, "Let's go to the barracks to see how they are practicing."

"No."

Although there are less than a hundred precious knives, they are lined up like a forest of long knives, shining like a wall, which still has a great deterrent effect.

Feng Yong stood on the commanding platform, watching the soldiers below holding their swords forward, not far in front of them, there was a wooden stake.

There was only a loud shout, the long knife was chopped down, and the wooden stake shattered on the spot.

Stepping over the fallen wooden pile, there is a straw man in front of him who is similar in height to a cavalry.

pick, prick...

"General Zhang, the use of this treasured sword should be different for infantry and horse troops. You need to worry about how to use it on the real battlefield."

After reading it, Feng Yong thought it was quite powerful, but it was just vegetation after all, and it was still standing still.

To deal with living people and cavalry, whether the Mo Dao should chop or stab, or cut or pick, this should be constantly tried and summed up experience.

Feng Yong doesn't understand, so he can only leave it to someone who knows.

Zhang Yi heard it, and said quickly, "Go down and understand."

Stretching his neck to look at the chopped wood under the soldiers' feet, Feng Yong ordered again, "Send some of these broken wood to my yard when the time comes. The firewood in my yard seems to be almost used up."

As he spoke, he tightened his down jacket and grunted, "This weather feels a bit cold..."

Zhang Yi's face twitched, "I know when I go down."

(end of this chapter)

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