"Brother?"
Li Yi saw Feng Yong frowning and thought he had some problem after hearing the news, so he asked tentatively.
"nothing."
There is no evidence or evidence, and Feng Yong knows that he is a bronze rookie with a strong mouth. In addition, history has clearly recorded that the Southern Expedition was victorious in the end, so how could he express his worries.
When his eyes fell on the map he drew again, Feng Yong became even more worried. He always felt that something was wrong, but his thoughts were temporarily stuck and he couldn't figure it out.
"Wenxuan, how are you preparing the things I ordered?"
"Everything is ready."
When Li Yi heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly cheered up, "Brother, are we going to Pingyi County first?"
Feng Yong nodded, "Pingyi County is not only the seat of the governor of Nanzhong, but it has never been conquered by the rebels. It is also geographically located at the hub of the three rebel counties. It is the best place to take the first step. "
As he spoke, he clicked on the location of Pingyi County on the map.
At this point, Feng Yong finally discovered something was wrong. He drew a few words on the map, frowned slightly, and asked Li Yi, "Wenxuan, do you know how far it is from Bodao to Anshang?"
"About a hundred miles."
"What about from Bodao to Bieh County?"
"I don't know, but it won't be less than eight hundred miles."
After hearing this, Feng Yong finally understood what was wrong.
"Don't you think there is any discrepancy between Yiwen's letter and this official document?"
As soon as these words came out, Li Yi and Yang Wanwan both stared at the map on the table.
"One is a hundred miles, and the other is eight hundred miles. If we look at the time when the official document was issued, the Prime Minister should not have arrived at Anjang at that time. But why are Yiwen and the others almost arriving at Biexian County?"
Feng Yongyong picked up the pen again and highlighted three thick ink points on the paper, indicating the three places in Biet County in Bodao'an. "The soldiers are very fast. Governor Ma has traveled at least six hundred miles. Not finished yet?”
As soon as these words came out, Li Yi and Yang Wanwan could not help but look at each other, with doubts in their eyes.
"Perhaps, when Yiwen wrote this letter, the Prime Minister had already arrived. After all, the official document and Yiwen's letter were not sent from the same place, they were just merged together halfway."
Li Yi hesitated and said, "Besides, the mountain roads in Yuexi County are too rugged, so it's normal for the Prime Minister to walk slower. Governor Ma took the official road and waterway to Zoke, so his marching speed was naturally much faster than the Prime Minister. "
Although he felt that this explanation was a bit far-fetched, without more information, Feng Yong could only accept this explanation.
"That's all I can think of."
"Brother, when should we set off?"
Li Yi asked eagerly.
"There's no rush, there's one more thing that's not ready yet, please wait for two more days."
"What is it? Brother, just tell me and let me listen. I will go and prepare quickly."
"None of you can prepare this thing, only I can prepare it."
Feng Yong smiled and asked, "Wenxuan, you have asked everyone from the Xinghan Hui to help find wine these days. How many have you found?"
"As long as the wine can be found in Jincheng, we have brought it back. But wine is considered a precious thing now. Even with the help of the brothers from the Xinghan Society, we couldn't find much for a while. Now we only find Ten altars.”
"I borrowed twenty altars from the palace. If you count, there will be thirty altars. Let's give it a try."
Feng Yong sighed.
"try what?"
Li Yi asked doubtfully.
"Soju."
"What's the meaning?"
"You'll know later when you see it."
Feng Yong smiled mysteriously.
Alcohol is a great thing, and it’s very simple to purify.
The difficulty is where the alcohol comes from.
In the feudal era without industrialization, the source of alcohol could only be extracted from wine. But in this era, there was not enough food to eat, so where could the wine come from?
In the end, Feng Yong was proud enough. After giving a batch of woolen cloth to Adou for nothing, Adou quickly found a way to help him get twenty jars of wine - which was actually the last bottle of wine hidden in the deepest part of the palace treasury. Approval of wine.
A Dou has a good reputation in this area, he is very kind and easy to talk to.
Especially if the sincerity is sufficient, the work will be done after receiving the money.
Ask people to move all the wine to a yard and open it all.
For a moment, the aroma of wine filled the entire yard.
"Okay, you all go out."
Feng Yong said to everyone, leaving only Li Yi, Yang Wan, and Amei.
A strange stove had already been set up in the yard, with a steamer on it and a wooden barrel next to it. There was a hollow bamboo connecting the two.
There is also a drainage pipe at the bottom of the barrel.
This sets up a simple still.
"Wen Xuan and Wei Ran, pour the wine into this pot. Remember not to fill it up, just pour half of it."
The brewing business is very simple for Feng Yong.
Because his father has a nickname, "Jiuye".
His addiction to alcohol can be seen from this nickname.
When I was a child in the countryside, how could I have money to buy alcohol?
At that time, my father would find time to get together with his close uncles and uncles in the village every year during the off-season. This family would provide land and tools, and that family would provide grain and firewood. They would all make do together and make wine together.
At that time, Feng Yong helped to light the fire.
Later, the quality of life improved, but fewer people gathered in the village. When Dad couldn't make wine by himself, he would ask Feng Yong to go to a neighboring village to buy wine for him.
At that time, Feng Yong liked her the most, she was so cute and beautiful.
Because his father would give him a few cents extra every time and let him buy some snacks.
Then Feng Yong only spent half of the money every time and distributed it to his younger brothers and sisters when he came back. The other half was quietly hidden by his bedside.
Until one day, he suddenly found that the dimes he had hidden fell under the bed, and many of them were gnawed by rats...
He didn't dare to say anything, so he could only cry in bed in the middle of the night.
Thinking about the embarrassing things that happened in his childhood, Feng Yong's eyes were a little hot, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
The alcohol content of the first batch of wine has barely reached Feng Yong's usage requirements.
The further you go, the lower the alcohol content is, but it is still much higher than those so-called fine wines.
He carefully put away the first wine and saw that Li Yi and Yang Wanwan kept sniffing and looking straight at this side. They kept moving closer to the drainage tube and almost stuck their tongues down to catch it. .
Feng Yongyong had no choice but to catch some of the wine flowing out from behind and handed it over: "Try it."
Li Yi quickly took it and poured it into his mouth...
Then his face turned red and purple on the spot, and his eyes were so bulging that they almost popped out.
But he didn't want to open his mouth, as if letting out the smell of wine would be a waste.
Li Yi felt a ball of fire burning from his mouth down his throat to his stomach, and his whole body almost exploded.
At the end, I couldn't help but opened my mouth and shouted: "Good wine!"
Feng Yong took some more and handed it to Yang Wanwan. He shook his head with a smile and said, "Everyone can only drink a little. This wine is of great use to me."
Thirty jars of so-called fine wine ended up with only two jars of high-quality wine that was barely usable.
Although he might be able to get some of the rest through repeated distillation, Feng Yong no longer had time.
"Woof woof..."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh..."
A few days later, outside Jincheng, where the Prime Minister had sworn to go to war a few days ago, there was a symphony of barking dogs, neighing horses, and people shouting.
Feng Yong and others were saying goodbye to everyone who came to see them off.
"Brother, you have worked hard here, but you must pay attention to your health."
"Yes, yes, Nanzhong is a barbaric place, and the barbarian officials do not know etiquette. Brother, please take care of yourself."
"Are you talking nonsense? My brother's reputation is very famous in Nanzhong. When that barbarian officer saw my brother, I am afraid that he would be scared to death on the spot..."
"It's true, what kind of person is my brother? Why would he be afraid of those barbaric officials?"
Everyone in the Xinghan Association was flattering Feng Yong.
"I am going here to explore the way for my brothers. When I find a good place, I will send people back to inform the brothers. At that time, we will have to work together."
Feng Yong cupped his hands and smiled.
"Don't worry, brother, as long as there is news, I will go and take a look."
"That's right, if my family hadn't allowed it, I would have wanted to follow my brother right now."
Everyone agreed in a hurry.
Feng Yong looked in the direction of Jincheng, but the familiar figure still didn't appear, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Although this trip to Nanzhong was not considered an expedition, it was still a war-torn place. Guan Ji was afraid of violating a taboo, so she only sent him to the intersection of Zhuangzi and did not follow him all the way outside Jincheng.
"Okay, let's go. Brothers, please go back first. We are waiting for news from us."
Feng Yong held his hand again, and amidst everyone's farewells, he got on a Yunnan horse and took the lead to go south.
A few days ago, two of the Hu people who brought dogs from Hanzhong had extremely severe acclimatization reactions. They couldn't survive and died directly.
Feng Yongyong had no choice. Seeing that several others were suffering from vomiting and diarrhea and were about to die, he had to have them sent back to Hanzhong.
There is no way, dog training is also a skill nowadays, and anyone with skills is considered a rare talent.
For the rest, I just hope that when I get to Nanzhong, I can adapt as well as I did here in Jincheng.
The same goes for dogs. Some were sick, some were injured, and some even died. In the end, only about twenty were picked out, which was less than half the number when they set off from Hanzhong.
In addition, the weather in Nanzhong was hotter and humid than that in Jincheng, and the war horses brought from Hanzhong were most likely not suitable for the climate there, so Feng Yong finally decided to ride the Yunnan horses south.
After getting the first batch of Yunnan horses from Li Yi the year before last, he discovered that these Yunnan horses have excellent endurance.
After testing, an adult Yunnan horse can carry a weight of 400 kilograms and can walk 60 to 70 miles a day, and can be used continuously for half a month without rest.
Changed to the units of later generations, it would be to carry a hundred kilograms of weight and walk thirty kilometers a day, which is extremely easy.
If the matter is urgent, you can increase the load and distance by one-third without fear of tiring the horses.
Moreover, Yunnan horses grow very fast. A baby Yunnan horse can grow to 80% of the height of an adult Yunnan horse in just one year.
More importantly, this Yunnan horse, like the Mongolian horse, is extremely tolerant of rough materials. Even if it feeds freely, it can survive by chewing the green grass in the mountains.
With such excellent transportation animal power and the use of handcarts, Feng Yong almost gave up the idea of building roads.
If it weren't for the fact that the dirt roads would raise dust when the weather was sunny and become muddy when it rained, which made Feng Tibi feel disgusting. In addition, the number of Yunnan horses at Hanzhong Ranch was far from meeting the transportation requirements. He would not have bothered to build the road. .
So in the past two years, he has been trying his best to increase the number of Yunnan horses in his hands.
But it is a pity that Yunnan horses are produced in Nanzhong, and those barbarians in Nanzhong don't even know how to use oxen to plow the land, so how do they know how to breed Yunnan horses on a large scale?
Coupled with the influence of the rebellion, the Yunnan horse will be even more difficult to obtain.
Therefore, the number of Yunnan horses currently in Hanzhong Ranch is only about a hundred, and this is still counting the foals produced in the past two years.
Now that Feng Yong was going south to use Yunnan horses, he only selected twenty stallions, and all of them were castrated.
Former Cao Wuming, who served as the captain of Yizhou Diannong School, is now known as the "Master of a Knife" in the world. His business scope has expanded from pig farms to pastures, and many cattle and horses have been brutally murdered by him.
Nowadays, among the cattle and horses in the pasture, only the strongest bulls and stallions are selected as breeding cattle and stallions. Wu Ming and the disciples he brought out have all been cut cleanly with their knives - Diaosi also wants them. Mating rights?
Cut off the roots of right and wrong and go to work with peace of mind!
Horse bells jingled, and there were a few "barking" barks mixed in. Everyone watched Feng Yong and his party gradually go away.
At this time, a song came from nowhere, the voice was ethereal and melodious: "Beat the drums and drill, and actively use the troops. The earth country has a city canal, and I am traveling south alone..."
Feng Yong, who had already walked far away, suddenly reined in his horse and looked back at the source of the singing. He saw lush vegetation on the hillside and only heard the sound. Where could he see anyone?
She couldn't help but follow him after all.
When the phrase "I am sighing loudly, I can't live without it. I am moaning loudly, but I can't believe it" is finished, the lingering sound is still lingering in the air.
"Who sang this? Is it so beautiful?"
Finally, someone among the farewell people couldn't help but asked out of curiosity, "Why don't you go up and have a look?"
"Ha!" Someone who was smarter sneered, "This is obviously the woman who came to see off my brother. Who do you care?"
The person who spoke first immediately shrank his neck and laughed dryly, "I was just talking casually."
Regardless of whether the woman above her is named Guan or Zhang, she is not something that ordinary people can mess with.
It's hard to say, if you offend one, you offend two at the same time.
Don’t you see, then Xu Xun is out now and doesn’t dare to say another word?
After listening to it, Feng Yong stood dumbly for a while and suddenly burst into laughter.
Regardless of the incomprehensible looks from everyone, he once again let the horse beneath him move its hooves, and at the same time, he started singing a song that no one could understand:
"I hold a three-foot sword of justice at my waist, and I have countless tender feelings in my heart..."
"Woof..."
"Come and go among the mountains and rivers with ease..."
"Woof woof..."
"Two people are in love even though they are thousands of miles apart..."
"Woof woof woof..."
"Damn it, let me take care of this stupid dog! If it barks again, I will stew it in the evening!"
Feng Tubao was destined to be handsome for only ten seconds. After singing a few words, his tone was disturbed by the barking of the dog behind him. He was extremely angry and shouted loudly. The frightened Hu people who followed him quickly tried to calm down the dog. A troublesome dog.
"Waist battle..."
Feng Yong opened his head again and took another look at the dog. Sure enough, it stopped barking. Then he snorted and cursed contemptuously: "Single dog!"
Then he turned his head and looked at the hillside. Although he saw no one, he knew that Guan Ji was definitely looking at him. When he thought of this, he felt even more proud, so he sang again:
"I hold a three-foot sword of justice at my waist, and I have countless tender feelings in my heart. I travel freely and freely through the mountains and rivers, and my two feelings are lingering for thousands of miles..."
