I wipe it!

Feng Junhou's face turned green.

When the old farmer talked about King Feng Gui, a look of worry appeared on his face:

"Over the years in Guanzhong, there have been rumors that this person is the most ruthless. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for such a cruel person to be in charge of Guanzhong..."

Feng Junhou's face began to turn from green to black:

"Old man, it's life and death in battle, so it's normal to be ruthless, right?"

After thinking about it, he handed over another dried apricot, hoping that the other party would be merciful.

The old farmer chewed the dried apricot core in his mouth and then spit it out.

He put the dried apricots handed over by Feng Junhou into his mouth again and smacked his lips again.

The floodgates of his words were once again opened by dried apricots:

"What Lang Jun said makes sense, but I also heard a lot of things about Feng Junhou from the young Lang Jun who measured the land."

"Oh, what did those young men say again?"

"All those young men said that Feng Junhou was their teacher. Not only did he set up a school to teach them how to read and write, but he also sent them to take the Maocai examination."

"I heard from them that their family used to be farmers, but now they suddenly became members of the government."

"Tell me, how much ability does this kind of thing require? If only Feng Junhou could help one or two people, that would be fine. He can actually accept hundreds of students every year."

"How much does it cost? He can't even make money so fast, can he?"

Feng Junhou's mouth twitched.

Minting money is nothing!

What if someone prints money?

The old farmers who survived the war, moved from Kanto to Kansai, and are still active must be very knowledgeable and have their own set of understandings.

At this time, he didn't even notice that Feng's face had turned dark. He looked like he had seen the world and said seriously:

"Mr. Lang, to tell you the truth, a major event happened in Guandong in the early years. You must have never heard of it."

"What's the big deal?"

"In the early years, the emperor of Wei State dismissed many people from their offices and arrested many people. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because those people can only boast and cannot do real things. If they are allowed to join the government, they will only talk and ruin things."

The old farmer said and shook his head:

"That's why I was worried when I heard those young men talking about Feng Junhou as a rare hero in the world!"

"If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty is still here, then maybe the people in Guanzhong will have enough to eat."

"Now that I have replaced Feng Junhou, he can also share the land with everyone. Of course it is not bad."

"But it's a pity that he likes to brag. I don't know if he can do practical things later."

This old man just ate two dried apricots and he said everything.

I originally wanted to give him all the dried apricots in my hand.

Unexpectedly, as he talked, Feng Junhou became depressed.

In a fit of anger, he simply wrapped the dried apricots and put them in his arms again.

Then stood up:

"Old man, I heard that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was buried in Lantian. If you are serious, you might as well go and pay homage when you have the chance. Maybe it will make your wish come true?"

He was speaking out of anger, but the old farmer stood up with a look of excitement on his face:

"Hey, when Mr. Lang said this, I remembered it. It is indeed such a thing."

After thinking about it, he seemed to have made up his mind:

"If Guanzhong can really be as ignorant of famine as Shuzhong in the future, I will definitely go to worship."

Gan!

Feng Junhou didn't want to talk to this ignorant old man anymore, so he turned and left.

"Alang, where are we going now? Back home?"

Back on the official road, Zhang Xiaosi opened his mouth to Feng Junhou and called Alang, which was Hong Guoguo's provocation.

Feng Junhou really wanted to go back home, but when he saw the expressionless General Guan, his calves trembled:

"How can it be a child's play to inspect the farm? Send someone back to the house to tell us that we will not go back in the next two days."

"Then where are we going?"

"Lantian!"

If you keep walking along Bashui, you will reach Lantian.

From the former Qin Dynasty to the former Han Dynasty, Lantian has always been the place where troops were stationed in Guanzhong.

Because this is the only way to Wuguan.

After passing Lantian, the road begins to become rugged due to the rolling mountains.

Moreover, Wuguan cannot station a large army all year round.

After all, it is not an open area. Only when there are police at Wuguan will the army stationed in Lantian go to support.

Even if Wuguan fails, Lantian's army can still stop the enemies invading the pass here.

Compared with Guanzhong, the journey from Wuguan to Nanyang is not only much farther, but also difficult to travel.

So when the Wei army in Chang'an withdrew from Guanzhong, they did the same thing as Sima Yi, destroying all Wuguan, and then withdrew their troops.

Unlike Tongguan, which is blocked by the entire plateau, Wuguan is located between two mountains and blocked by a river.

At this time, Feng Junhou simply did not have enough manpower to repair Wuguan while repairing Tongguan.

Therefore, Wuguan at this time was completely undefended.

Leading the army stationed in Lantian to guard against Jingzhou was Jufu, who was specially transferred from Longyou by Feng Junhou. At the same time, he sent Meng Yan as his deputy.

Upon learning that Feng Junhou had arrived, the two people quickly came to greet him:

"Greetings to the Lord."

"No need to be polite."

Feng Junhou got off his horse and did not enter the camp. Instead, he walked to a high ground and looked in the direction of Wuguan:

"Is there anything unusual over there in Jingzhou?"

"Back to the king, everything will be as before."

Calculating the time, if that bitch Yang Yi really surrendered to the enemy, he should have arrived in Jingzhou by now.

"If you have any news, you must report it in time."

"promise."

"Forget it, you don't have to follow me. I'm going to see the Prime Minister."

The prime minister's tomb is halfway up a mountain, and there is a mountain road leading directly there.

There were soldiers guarding the mountain, and Feng Junhou saw some remaining sacrifices by the road at the foot of the mountain.

He couldn't help but be a little confused, summoned the guarding soldiers, pointed to the sacrifices on the ground and asked:

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty, some people came to worship privately. They did not go up the mountain, but worshiped at the foot of the mountain. It is not easy for us to drive them away."

"Who are they?"

"Most of them are business travelers coming from Hanzhong. They said that they worshiped the three sworn brothers in Zhongyi Temple in Hanzhong, and now they have come to Guanzhong to pay homage to the prime minister and seek peace."

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Chapter completed!