Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 772

Chapter 772 Han Wenzhi

"The emperor and queen want to see our children?"

On the second day, Guan Ji was surprised when she got the news from Feng Yong.

Then her face showed hesitation, "From Pingxiang to Hanzhong, the distance is not short, and the child is still young, so it is necessary to travel such a long distance, is it appropriate?"

Sure enough, after having a child, the child is more important than everything else.

"After all, it is the emperor and the empress who asked to see the child in person, so it's hard to refuse."

Feng Yong moved a rocking chair and lay down in the shade of the trees in the yard to enjoy the cool.

He raised his head and looked at the sun shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves, full of stars.

"The child is still young and easy to take care of. When I leave, I will find two more wet nurses. It will be fine."

When the child is older and starts to eat by himself, it will be easy to get sick when going out for a long distance.

"Besides, after the Northern Expedition, I should return to Jincheng to meet His Majesty."

"It's just that Longyou has a lot of military affairs and has been unable to get away. It is also a good thing to have this opportunity to meet His Majesty in Hanzhong."

After Li Yan handed over Jiangzhou and returned to Jincheng, the big man is now considered to be a monarch and his subjects working together, and there is not so much suspicion.

But this doesn't mean that I can ignore the rules at will.

If others lead the army, there will always be family members staying in Jincheng.

But Feng's mansion is now an empty shell, only an old housekeeper is watching Zhuangzi.

Only the Feng family ancestral hall in the mansion proves that this Zhuangzi is surnamed Feng.

Now that I hold the military and political power in my hands, and my wife and even concubines are by my side, if I really want to pursue it, this is not in compliance with the rules.

Zhang Xingyi is in charge of the key department of the secretariat of the Huqiang Captain's Mansion, and in the hearts of all sensible people, he is actually a disguised supervising army.

More importantly, counting the days, Zhuge Old Demon may not have a good few years to live.

Without the old demon Zhuge at the front, I am afraid it would not be so convenient to do many things, at least you have to think more.

He came here by himself and changed the fate of many people.

Only the old demon Zhuge felt powerless.

Today's big man is far more hopeful than the one in history.

But it may also be because of this that the old monster Zhuge overdraws his vitality even more.

It seems that if Chang'an is not defeated, it is impossible for him to relax himself.

If this continues, the old monster Zhuge will definitely follow the original historical track and die of hematemesis.

Medicine can cure diseases, Buddhas are destined for people!

With the old monster Zhuge's appearance, no matter how powerful a medical worker is, he can't save him.

In comparison, Mr. Zhao is much easier to deal with.

Victorious in the Northern Expedition, serving as the governor of Longyou, and forming the cavalry of the Han Dynasty, all of which greatly improved the old man's morale.

If it didn't work, he sent Zhao Guang back to Jicheng, and asked the old man to beat him up a few times to exercise his muscles and bones.

Or let him drink two more sips of wine, and he will naturally feel better.

From the old man's current way of living, it shouldn't be a big problem to live another three or four years.

"This time back to Hanzhong, meeting His Majesty is the first. Talking to the prime minister about something is the second."

"Third, this time I will bring a group of veterans back to lay the foundation for Nanxiang's lecture hall."

In the past two years of continuous combat, although a group of elite soldiers have been trained, there are also many disabled soldiers.

Especially those soldiers from Nanxiang, let alone the army, are also favored by all parties.

Nanzhong's sugarcane gardens, mines, Dongfeng Express's guards and stewards, and grassroots personnel in Yueyi and Longyou all have a huge gap.

If it weren't for the strength of the Xinghan Society, even the plantations and workshops of various families in Hanzhong and Shuzhong would definitely reach out.

After all, Nanxiang soldiers who have a foundation in literature and mathematics and have some knowledge are considered scarce talents in this era.

So Feng Yong himself had to pick out the best batch first, and let them go back to train the students in the Nanxiang Lecture Hall.

After hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Guan Ji nodded:

"Alang actually already has a plan, and the concubine will go back with you at that time. I wonder when Alang plans to leave?"

"The exact date has not yet been determined, but no matter how you calculate it, it should probably wait until September."

Not only have to wait for the Hanzhong palace to be built, but also have to be careful not to delay the farming season.

Longyou Hanzhong area, every late summer and early autumn, that is, in July and August, it often rains heavily for days on end.

At that time, the water levels of Hanshui and Xihanshui will skyrocket, making it difficult to travel.

The reason why the Zhuge old demon chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition at the beginning of spring, before the weather was completely warm.

It is also taking this into consideration.

Otherwise, the war will be dragged into the rainy season, the mountain roads will be slippery, the river will surge, and it will be difficult to transport food from the rear.

Once this happens, there is no other way but to retreat.

It will be much better after entering September, when the harvest of autumn grain is almost finished.

It does not delay the farming season, and the road is easy to walk.

Guan Ji hummed vaguely, yawned lazily, stretched out her hands and rubbed her eyes, looking a little tired.

Then flipped through the paper on the table: "It just so happens that my concubine also has a lot of questions that I want to ask my uncle."

Feng Yong sat up straight, leaning his head towards the table next to him.

Looking at the various symbols on the paper that he couldn't understand, Feng Yong asked with great concern:

"What? Even my wife doesn't know how to change this eight formation diagram?"

The Han Dynasty did not have cavalry in the early years, so the eight formations were designed based on infantry.

Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion originally had two more troops than others, one was the Modao team and the other was the engineering battalion, and now it has to add cavalry.

The changes to the eight formations are even greater.

Feng Junhou is an imbecile in terms of military formation, and he can't help at all in this regard.

But the Eight Formation Diagram can be regarded as the Zhuge family's family art of war.

The prime minister and his wife were willing to pass on the Eight Arrays to themselves and Guan Ji because they regarded themselves and Guan Ji as disciples and daughters.

But this doesn't mean that I can pass the eight formations to others at will.

So now Guan Ji can only work **** how to improve.

Guan Ji looked at Feng Junhou's hypocritical caring, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to expose him.

"How can it be so easy? My aunt is not familiar with military affairs, and she is not sure about some things."

"The most you can do is give me a general idea, how to do it specifically, I still have to try it myself to know if there is any problem."

This time Feng Yong said sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Xi."

Leading troops is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult to lead troops into battle.

Feng Yong knows that the reason why he has been able to win battles is because he has a group of excellent generals under him, secondly, he has a group of high-quality grassroots officers and soldiers, and thirdly, he has strong logistics.

If you really want to change under the same conditions, I am afraid that any general of the enemy will be able to crush him.

What Guan Ji is doing now is to help her expand her advantages, and she should say thank you.

Seeing the slightly tired look on Guan Ji's face, Feng Yong persuaded with some distress: "Take your time, don't be so anxious."

"During these days in Longyou, madam went to the manufacturing bureau to give advice every day. Isn't Amei also not making what I want now?"

The Qin and Han Dynasties were the first peak period of crossbows. After hundreds of years of development, the production technology has been very mature.

If you want to make it a step further, it cannot be done overnight.

Breakthroughs in both the production materials and the production process are required, so that the manufacturing bureau can make the bed crossbow they want.

Now everything is stable and there is no major change. It seems that Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion has faintly entered a bottleneck period.

Feng Junhou was sighing when he saw Amei suddenly appearing at the gate of the yard.

Because the two wanted to talk about the emperor's visit to Hanzhong, they sent all the servants out of the yard at the beginning.

After Amei got permission, she trotted over and bowed to the two with a happy face.

Feng Yong looked at the sky, it was just after noon.

"It's not dinner yet, why are you back so early?"

Amei was taken aback, and sure enough, she was misled by her husband, and asked blankly:

"The male gentleman is hungry, do you want the servant girl to cook some food?"

Guan Ji couldn't see it from the sidelines, and kicked him from under the table, "I know how to bully Ah Mei to be honest."

Then she asked Amei kindly, "But what's the matter?"

Amei glanced at Feng Yong subconsciously, and then said:

"The man and the woman, the maid has finished another printing machine, and the printed words are much clearer than before, but I don't know whether it meets the requirements of the man..."

The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Guan Ji, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

This woman just doesn't know how to be kind.

Just now I comforted you by saying that Amei didn't have any results.

Now you know you were wrong, right? It doesn't matter if this girl hits me in the face, but it's fine if it hits you...

Guan Ji didn't notice Feng Yong's eyes at all, because she was already attracted by Amei's words.

"That thing with random printing? You really made it?!"

Amei was not very confident, looked at Feng Yong, and said in a low voice: "The printed words are clear, but I don't know if it suits the man's heart..."

Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish speaking, she stood up abruptly, stepped in front of Feng Yong with her long legs, and pulled Feng Yong up.

At the same time, he said to Amei, "Quick, take us to see!"

"Back to the lady, it's too hot outside, it's hard to go out, the maid has already been moved here."

Amei said quickly.

After hearing this, Guan Ji noticed that Amei's temples were wet with sweat.

"Get them to move in."

The so-called printing machine is actually a manual mimeograph machine.

Basic materials are stylus, stencil, steel plate, ink, printing table and so on.

Whether it is a stylus, a steel plate, or a printing table, it is actually not difficult to make.

Even if it can't be done, there are other alternatives.

After all, Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation under the name of Adou has been closely related to himself since its establishment.

Now we have Zhang Xingyi's relationship again, and if we want to build something, it's just a matter of one sentence.

Things have been made a long time ago, the key is that there is no qualified stencil and ink.

These days, the quality of candles is terrible. After burning for a long time, you have to cut the candle flowers. Only rich and noble people are eligible to use them.

As for waxed paper, no one has ever seen it before, but there are quite a few oiled papers.

In order to make wax paper, all the beeswax produced by Zhang Xingyi's bee farm was handed over to the manufacturing bureau for waste.

Because of this matter, Zhang Xingyi often whispered to himself.

Watching Ah Mei install the mimeograph machine by herself, Feng Yong recalled his youthful time in his previous life, feeling a lot of emotion, and couldn't help itching his hands.

Fix the wax paper on the gauze frame, and put the white paper on the printing table, finally press down the gauze frame tightly, pick up the ink roller, and brush it carefully.

Finally, he lifted the gauze frame, took out the white paper, and found that neatly printed fonts had been printed on it, and the content was exactly the Enlightenment Book Thousand Characters, a specialty of the Feng Mansion.

Feng Yong couldn't help laughing, hey, it really did.

Guan Ji leaned her head closer, her eyes shining brightly.

In the end, I couldn't get enough of it, so I snatched the paper from Feng Yong's hand, and couldn't put it down: “With this kind of craftsmanship, coupled with Nanxiang's engraving and printing books, all students in the world will probably remember Alang's goodness!”

"The words are still a bit blurred."

The words printed by the mimeograph machine of later generations, although there are often some ink spots, but generally speaking, as long as the printing is good, it is still clear.

Unlike now, there are always some faint burrs on the edges of the word.

This should be gauze, stencil and ink, or one of them is not satisfactory.

Amei's expression became a little nervous after hearing Feng Yong's words, "Since the gentleman is dissatisfied, the servant girl will find a way."

"Don't listen to him!"

While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally admired enough, and stopped talking: "Don't listen to him, this is enough!"

"People who didn't have books at home in the past wanted to learn more, and they didn't even have the chance to copy a book. Now? First there are engraved books, and then there is this mimeograph."

"Now it's others who beg us to borrow and buy books, not us begging them to learn books."

Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, her little face was full of complacency:

"In the beginning, how many people in Sichuan said that A Lang was eloquent? Who would dare to say that now? As long as there are students who have been to Nanxiang to study, who would not speak well of A Lang?"

"Cao thief..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from those rangers who went to Cao thief's place to spy on information, that Cao thief is arguing that I am a person with no virtue and not worthy of being a literati."

Cao thief thinks he is orthodox in the world. In terms of martial arts and martial arts, he originally had a huge psychological advantage over the big man.

Otherwise, after Liu Bei's death, he would not have sent people into Shu to persuade the old demon Zhuge to surrender.

It's a pity that in the battle of Longyou, the big man beat Cao Wei so that he turned around.

In addition to the past two years, the big man kept squeezing the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei could only stare blankly in Guanzhong, with nothing to do.

It's fine if martial arts are suppressed, but the few articles that have been circulated from Shu in the past few years are not only shocking, but also have a faint tendency to create a new style of writing.

Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an style of writing, which is one of Cao Wei's most proud literary governance.

If the big man catches up again in this aspect, then Cao Weisuo's statement that he is the most righteous in the world is worth discussing.

So a few years ago, when Feng Yong's article was introduced to Wei, it was still full of praise.

After all, Da Wei has a broad mind.

Who knows that after the Battle of Longyou, Cao Wei's evaluation of Feng Junhou became worse day by day.

I don't talk about magnificent articles anymore, I only talk about virtues and don't cultivate them, and I have some weird hobbies, I'm not a literati...

Since he is not a literati, can the articles he writes be called articles?

Emperor Wu's writing is Guzhi, Emperor Wen's writing is beautiful, and the articles written by King Dong'a (Cao Zhi moved to Dong'a in the seventh year of Jianxing) are all derived from the national style.

All follow the traces of ancient prose, but also have the style of innovation.

You are a smooth-talking person, what you write is completely devoid of ancient prose and fugue, what are you talking about?

"That's the slanderous words of a thief, how can you believe it lightly?"

Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Poetry and prose have aspirations. Alang's prose can make people feel straight, and they can't help themselves. This is the beauty of poetry and prose."

"If you want to follow the rules and follow the ancient monuments, so that you lose your original intention and have form but no spirit, then it is at best a craftsman's article. What's the benefit of reading it?"

Feng Yong heard his mother-in-law's unabashed praise for him, and immediately laughed like he had eaten magpie shit.

"Siniang's secretariat needs this most. Amei, get someone to call Siniang here, and let her see that her beeswax is not wasted."

Classic books are best printed with block printing, but for documents that are frequently changed, such as various official documents and test papers, it is most convenient to use a manual mimeograph.

Otherwise, you can't ask someone to carve a layout for a piece of official document, right?

How wasteful is that?

So the usual official documents still have to be copied by a special person.

With the formation of the school and martial arts hall, the three-year simulation and the five-year college entrance examination should be tasted by those children.

Thinking of this, Feng Tubie, who was full of malice, couldn't help showing an evil smile.

Guan Ji was upset when she heard that the first thing that came to her mind was Siniang.

Seeing his wretched smile again, his brows immediately raised!

"Bah! Feng Mingwen, you are so courageous!"

"Ouch!"

Feng Junhou was caught off guard, as if he heard the sound of bones on his body "cracking".

"Xijun, what are you doing, if you have something to say..."

"Si Niang can use this thing, but I can't?"

(PS: Don't rush Xiaosi and Tubie any more. The 5,000-character chapter was written in one day and one night. The two of them talked about something on the bed at night. They survived only one night. They were killed by the beast early in the morning. It's gone, and I don't know when it will be released, my heart is bleeding.)

(end of this chapter)

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