"Why am I anxious?" Feng Yong snorted, "I'm just preparing, not starting."

If anything else, Feng Yong is really not sure, but when it comes to the major events of the Shu Han, Feng Yong knows it best, especially the several failures of the Shu Han, which will be discussed to death by future generations.

Third Master Zhang lost Xuzhou, Second Master Guan lost Jingzhou, Uncle Liu was defeated in Yiling, and Zhuge Laoyao and Zhao Si’s Northern Expedition.

Liu Guan, Zhang Zhao and Zhuge, none of them could escape.

Especially in the past few years of the Northern Expedition, Feng Yong had the clearest historical context. After all, professional Internet trolls who quarrel with others will end up waiting to be trolled to death if they don't check the information.

Guan Ji looked at him strangely and asked, "Do you know when the Prime Minister will start the Northern Expedition?"

"I don't know when the Prime Minister will start the Northern Expedition," Feng told a lie as soon as he opened his mouth, "but as long as the Prime Minister starts the Northern Expedition, I will definitely know in advance."

Guan Ji raised her eyebrows, "Alang looks a bit like a strategist."

When Feng Yong heard this, he smiled and boasted, "Who is Xiao Wenhe? It's Mr. Feng!"

"When people say you are Xiao Wenhe, they are scolding you!"

Guan Ji was so angry that she pushed him and said, "Can't you show some shame? I'm even ashamed of you!"

"What's there to be ashamed of? People say that Jia Xu has every plan. Is this also a curse?"

Feng Yong curled his lips.

Guan Ji had eaten so much saliva from Feng Tubou, but she still couldn't compete with "Feng Langjun's clever words", so she had to admit defeat, "Okay, okay! I can't help you. Can Alang tell me how he knew when the Prime Minister would go to the north?"

"

"Isn't this simple? As the saying goes, before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass must go first. What's more, when going north from Hanzhong, the food road is difficult, so food and grass are the top priority."

"There are currently five or six ranches in Yuexun, and there are nearly ten thousand horses. If the Prime Minister wants to leave Hanzhong, these horses, plus Dongfeng Express, are the best and fastest way to transport grain. So as long as the Prime Minister takes action

, they will definitely be recruited in advance.”

After winter this year, many of the nomadic tribes who came to spend the winter in the valley wanted to stay and learn about the pastures of Huawan.

After all, there is no need to drive the cattle and sheep out to eat and sleep in the open air, and there is food provided by the Ghost King. There is no need to starve the tribe to death, and there is no need to fight with other tribes. As long as you hand over the wool and a small number of cattle and horses, you can live in peace.

Where can I find such a good day?

Therefore, in the spring of this year, several more pastures were set aside in the Sunshui River Valley, all of which were jointly opened by several tribes at the suggestion of the Yuexun government.

At the same time, Feng Yong also sent people to teach them to grow forage. As for the forage tower, this was managed by the government.

Of course, there are also tribes who are used to wandering and want to wander outside.

Feng Yong did not deliberately make things difficult for these tribes.

It's just that the price of food trading is higher, and unlike the settled tribes, you can't buy it on credit, so you can buy it as much as you like!

Do you have the ability to come and grab it?

"Before the soldiers and horses are moved, food and grass go first? This saying makes sense, but where is this common saying? Why have I never heard of it?" Guan Ji asked doubtfully.

"A common saying in my school."

Feng Yongli said confidently.

"It's great to have a master?" Guan Ji said angrily, "The prime minister is stationed in Hanzhong and will go north at any time. Doesn't Alang want to make more preparations?"

"Of course, let Hanzhongye make my custom-made purple electric sword earlier!" Feng Yong put his hands on his hips and cursed, "I have been accountable for so long and haven't even heard from you. They are a bunch of guys who eat nothing!

"

Guan Ji frowned, this person is really possessed.

But think about it, those who can be nominated in the list of graduates are all the pillars of the Han Dynasty, not to mention that Alang is ranked at the top, and the prime minister said "I deeply appreciate it" as a compliment, and let him be happy for a while.

Thinking of this, Guan Ji ignored the silly Feng and was about to go out. Unexpectedly, Feng Yong grabbed her and said, "Xijun, don't worry, I have one more thing to trouble you."

"Alang, what else can I do?"

"In another month, the wheat will be harvested, so I thought I would go down to patrol the countryside, supervise farming, and bother the supervisor to inform the counties below."

It is normal for a county official to inspect various counties, but Feng Yong's inspection at this time has to make Guan Ji a little doubtful, "Does Alang's operation have a deep meaning?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from Mr. Xi." Feng Yong nodded and admitted, "I did come here to inspect the farming in the village. After all, this is the first grain harvest after Yuexun was pacified."

"Secondly, the conscripts from the three counties have spent a lot of money in the past six months. It's just a good time to see what Zishi and the others can do."

When Guan Ji heard this, her eyes lit up, and she knew it was not that simple.

"The third one," Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Qiongdu and Jincheng were originally connected by a road. Since the Yanniu tribe in the north started to rebel, this road has been blocked."

"At the beginning of spring this year, Langlu from the Yanniu tribe sent people here to ask for some food support. At the same time, they also said they were willing to submit to the Han Dynasty, so this time I want to take people to see the north in person."

"Alang is trying to fake Yunyunmeng's plan?"

Guan Ji said eagerly.

Feng Yong's expression froze, he glanced at Guan Ji, and thought to himself that luckily he was using his brain power and could barely be a strategist. Otherwise, with Xijun's habit of solving problems violently, he would have gone through it without knowing what would happen next.

How much labor will it take to die?

The so-called fake travel to Yunmeng refers to the fact that Emperor Gaozu pretended to travel to the land of Yunmeng, met the princes in the western border of Eastern Chu, and took the opportunity to capture Han Xin.

"Not necessarily. If that Langlu is sincerely surrendering, then it would be the best. Reopening the road between Qiongdu and Jincheng would no longer be an obstacle."

"If the Yanniu tribe is just talking and wants to take advantage, then it would be a good time for the newly recruited soldiers from Yuexun to practice their skills," Feng Yong said with a deep smile, "How can the Ghost King get his food in vain?"

"I understand, go down and inform the three counties now!"
Chapter completed!