"Does Wenxuan know about Fei Gongju?"
"Of course I know." Li Yi's eyes showed confusion, "Why, did he offend his brother?"
"That's not true." Feng Yong shook his head, "I'm just a little curious about this person."
Of Fei Shi's impression, he only remembered persuading Guan Yu to accept the title.
When this person arrived at the back, Feng Yong lost his impression. He seemed to be lost in the crowd and had no chance to appear.
In addition, Zhuge Liang advised him not to mention this person, and he seemed to have some concerns, so Feng Yong was curious and wanted to ask.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's okay if he doesn't. I thought he was going to offend his brother again?"
Hearing that there was something in Li Yi's words, Feng Yong became even more curious, "How do you say it?"
"Brother, I don't know. Fei Gongju is from Nan'an County, Jianwei County. When the late emperor invaded Mianzhu, Fei Gongju, who was the magistrate of Mianzhu County at that time, surrendered with his troops. Therefore, he was appointed as the military governor by the late emperor, and later became the prefect of Zoke County. , and was transferred to the post of Sima of the front department of Yizhou."
"When the late emperor was crowned Queen of Hanzhong, he sent Fei Gongju to Jingzhou to confer a title on Lord Guan..."
"I know this." Feng Yong nodded, feeling even more strange, "Then why is he now working in Yongchang County?"
Since Fei Shi was the first native of the Yizhou faction to join Liu Bei and held a high position before, why did he end up in this situation now?
"Fei Gongju was an upright and outspoken person. When the late emperor wanted to ascend to the imperial title..." Li Yi looked outside and saw that no one was outside, so he whispered, "He was dissuaded by Shangshu. If the late emperor was furious, he was demoted. Engaged in Yongchang County."
Feng Yong was startled and looked outside subconsciously, and then he realized why Zhuge Liang told him not to ask more about this matter.
"Brother, if it is not necessary, it is better not to provoke this person."
Li Yi finally reminded Feng Yong.
Feng Yong nodded, "I understand."
In September of the third year of Jianxing, after Zhuge Liang pacified Nanzhong, he passed through Wei County on his way back. He ordered two high platforms to be built outside Wei County and a stone tablet to be erected.
In October, the high platform was built and the stone tablet was erected.
On an auspicious day and time, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty displayed the golden axes, Qugai, and front and rear feathers given by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty one by one. Sixty tigers and swords were arranged under the high platform, fully displaying the majesty of the Han Dynasty.
The barbarians looked at it and suddenly felt awe.
After sacrificing three animals, a green smoke was lit to communicate with the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth. The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, wearing a crown, a black silk robe, and a purple ribbon around his waist, held a sacrificial seal in his hand, slowly climbed up to the high platform, and said the blessing:
Since the beginning of Huan and Ling, the villains have been in trouble. First there was the ban of the party, and then there was the Yellow Turban Rebellion. As a result, the world fell apart and thieves rose up. Emperor Zhaolie felt that the Han Dynasty was in danger, so he acted righteously and gathered aspiring people. A wise man drives away thieves in order to bring peace to the world... but it is really painful and tragic to collapse half way through his career! The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty came forward and was entrusted by Emperor Zhaolie... In Pingnanzhong, he and the barbarian kings and Yi commanders gathered here to form an alliance, and swore to the alliance of ghosts and gods in heaven and earth: The Han regards the Yi people in Nanzhong as Han people, and the Yi people will never rebel against the Han from generation to generation...
The surroundings were silent, and all the barbarian kings and barbarian commanders were prostrate on the ground, listening to the Prime Minister's words.
On the other side, surrounded by green smoke, Feng Yong, wearing a bronze mask with a green face and fangs, dressed in black, began to lead people to another high platform.
Behind him, Guan Ji and Zhao Guang stood on the left and right respectively, followed by six Bu Qu, all dressed in the same dress as Feng Yong, corresponding to the number of nine.
"Heaven and earth serve as witnesses, and ghosts and gods serve as warnings. If anyone violates this oath, everyone will attack him together, and the Ghost King will kill him!"
Feng Yonggang climbed to the high platform just as Zhuge Liang finished reading the chapter.
Only a dull voice was heard, "I have heard that what the oath says will take effect immediately. If anyone violates it, Shi will be punished! All his people will become slaves."
Although the sound was dull, it shook the ears of everyone below and caused a slight commotion among the kneeling barbarians.
Ghost King, to the ordinary barbarians in Nanzhong, this is a terrifying name.
For those barbarian kings who have become Chinese, this is a synonym for being extremely sinister and vicious.
Hua Wan, who felt that she had been deceived by BMW, finally couldn't restrain her curiosity. She slightly raised her head secretly and turned her eyes upward hard, trying to see clearly the source of the sound on the high platform.
It was a pity that the curling green smoke shrouded everything on the high platform in blur, and she could only see the shadows on the high platform.
Hua Wan couldn't help but feel a little fear in her heart: The ghost king's voice was not similar to Feng Langjun's voice that day. How could it still be like muffled thunder, spread so far, and be heard by everyone?
Could it be that what I saw that day was not his true face?
…
While Hua Wan was thinking wildly, Feng Yong on the high platform quietly put away the trumpet.
At the same time, he made a gesture to come quietly and leave quietly.
After the prime minister of the Han Dynasty finished his prayers, he went down from the high platform, burned his seal in front of the stone tablet, and swore with all the barbarian kings and barbarian commanders: Nanzhong will always be the land of the Han, and the barbarians will never rebel again. The Han will regard the Han and barbarians as the same.
During this period, Hua Wan secretly looked at the high platform over there and found that the high platform was already empty.
After everyone took the oath, they killed the cow and smeared its blood on their faces, and then poured the cow's blood on the stone tablet. Finally, everyone drilled the cowhide with a knife to show their determination.
On the front of the stone tablet is engraved the oath just announced, and on the back are two lines of words: If this tablet falls, it will be razed to Han slaves.
At this moment, the oath was finally truly completed.
By this time, the sun had already set over the mountain.
Autumn is coming, and after the sun sets, the weather becomes slightly cooler.
At this time, only a sound of "咻-咻-咻--" was heard.
A ball of sparks suddenly burst out in the air, followed immediately by another...
This time not only the barbarians, but even Zhuge Liang couldn't help but look up to the sky.
Fireworks exploded in the sky one after another, as if they were also celebrating this alliance.
Zhuge Liang couldn't stop the horror on his face, thinking how did this kid create such a vision?
But when he saw the barbarians looking at the sky in fascination, his heart moved, but he couldn't think of other thoughts. He said loudly: "The gods have appeared!"
Then he took the lead and knelt down.
After hearing Zhuge Liang's words, everyone seemed to have their souls returned to their bodies, and they all knelt down again, exclaiming: "The gods have appeared!"
At this time, not to mention the ordinary barbarians, even the barbarian kings and barbarian commanders were terrified in their hearts: Could it be that the big man was really blessed by the gods?
Unknowingly, even the most arrogant Yi people lost their disobedience.
In the camp not far away, Huang Ji excitedly lit up a firework, and saw the papyrus rolled with gunpowder making a "sizzling" sound. When it burned to the end, there was suddenly no sound.
Huang Ji's face turned full of disappointment, and she shouted, "Why doesn't it sound again?"
Guan Ji, who was standing nearby, paid no attention to her. She stared closely at the fireworks in her hand with her beautiful eyes and silently said in her heart, "Fly... fly... fly quickly!"
Then she only felt a shock on her hand, and then with a "thump", the fireworks flew into the sky as she wished, bursting into a cloud of sparks.
"good!"
Guan Ji, who was usually indifferent, was like a little baby who got a favorite toy, jumping up and down.
Subconsciously, I reached for the fireworks again, only to find that I caught nothing.
Turning around, he saw Huang Ji looking at her with his arms crossed and a sneer. Zhao Guang had his mouth open, looking like an idiot looking at the sky, and his saliva was about to flow. Li Yi, Wang Xun and others were all. A look of regret.
The only exception was Feng Yong, who looked helpless.
Squibs were thrown all over the ground at his feet.
One hundred fireworks were prepared, but only about thirty went off...
Then only a dozen or so fireworks flew into the air.
This pass rate is really low!
"Gone?"
Guan Ji took back her hand in disappointment, turned her head to look at the sky, and the last trace of smoke disappeared into the air.
My heart felt like a hundred claws scratching my heart, and I asked with great reluctance, "Such a good thing, why doesn't brother prepare more?"
"Yes, yes!" Huang Ji rarely joined Guan Ji on the same front, "Brother, let's do more tomorrow!"
Feng Yong glanced at the few people with longing eyes and said angrily, "Where did the sulfur come from?"
It’s not easy to save some sulfur.
The bit of sulfur Feng Yong had on hand was obtained by Zhao Guang, and the source was Zhuge Jun.
Zhuge Jun is the younger brother of Zhuge Liang. He once served as the captain of Changshui in the Han Dynasty. Later, because he did not like the hard work of writing documents, he resigned from the official position and concentrated on Qing Dynasty.
When Zhao Guang was young, he was too adventurous by nature, so he was sent by Zhao Yun to Zhuge Jun to be a Taoist boy for a period of time.
Zhuge Jun was a Taoist, so he naturally had to make elixirs.
Sulfur is often used in alchemy.
After Zhuge Jun traveled far and wide, there were many things left in the alchemy room.
When Feng Yong used saltpeter to make ice two years ago, he had already thought about making gunpowder. Unfortunately, Zhao Guang raided Zhuge Jun's alchemy room and got a little sulfur.
In the hot and humid place in Nanzhong, it is easy to get scabies, prickly heat, etc., and even various skin infections caused by them. In this era without specialized medicine, it is not a big trouble.
Sulfur is a medicinal material that can be used for disinfection and sterilization. It has a very good medical effect on skin diseases caused by mold and scabies, so Feng Yongnan naturally brought this sulfur with him when he went south.
But what I didn't expect was that this sulfur was not used on the skin, but was used in the sky.
However, the current quality of saltpeter is not good, and the purity of sulfur is even worse. Therefore, the black powder, which originally lacked explosive power, has further reduced its power and is only suitable for use as fireworks.
Fireworks are simple and easy to make, but the quality is not easy to pass.
Now that I have been let go by this group of people all at once, I even feel unsatisfied.
"Look for it! Ask someone to look for it again!" Huang Ji almost gritted her teeth and shouted to Zhao Guang in a low voice, "Why don't you try to find more?"
His tone was as if he was about to push a wave of crystals when he was suddenly disconnected, and he was slapping the keyboard to call the network administrator.
"Ah?" Zhao Guang lay on his gun and said innocently, "Sister, this is what Third Uncle Zhuge left behind. I don't know where he is now..."
"You're so stupid. I didn't even know what you learned from Uncle Zhuge back then! You don't even know where to find sulfur!"
Huang Ji was extremely dissatisfied.
"Where to find it? Do you think this sulfur is easy to find?"
However, Feng Yong spoke up to help Zhao Guang, "There are quite a lot of them in the Western Region, can you go find them?"
After saying that, he stopped caring about this wild girl, turned around and ordered Bu Qu, who was still craning his neck to look at the sky, "What else is there to see if it's gone? Quick, put away all these things that can't be lit." .”
Collect them, take them apart and pour out the gunpowder inside, and you can make new fireworks again. Feng Yongcai will not tell them.
The first time I did this, the pass rate was low.
And it doesn’t even have a color, so it’s nothing interesting.
However, it is not easy to make fireworks. That is to say, the papermaking technology has been improved. Otherwise, based on the previous paper quality, whether ten can be lit is a problem.
Although the fireworks are not much to see, for the barbarians who saw them for the first time, the effect was unexpectedly good.
The barbarian kings and commanders who had some sense were shocked, and their faces turned pale.
Turning their heads and looking at the people still prostrate on the ground, a thought flashed through their minds: Nanzhong, things are going to change...
Meng Huo looked back at Meng Yan who was not far away.
Meng Yan had a complicated expression. She felt Meng Huo's gaze, looked at Meng Huo and forced a smile.
A gloating smile appeared on Meng Huo's face - it's true that I went to live in Jincheng, but you will be better off if you stay in Nanzhong?
The methods of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, if anyone in Nanzhong feels it the most deeply, no one else but himself.
This move directly determined the situation of Nanzhong for the next 20 to 30 years.
At least in the next twenty or thirty years, the reputation of the Emperor of Han and the Prime Minister of Han will be unparalleled in Nanzhong.
As for how many barbarian kings and barbarian commanders there will be in twenty or thirty years' time, it all depends on how big the appetite is.
It can be seen from the vicious methods of the ghost king that the big man's appetite should not be too small.
When the time comes that the land of Jisi becomes a real land of counties, it will be the most normal thing.
After the alliance, Zhuge Liang ordered the prefects of each county to resume their duties, and then led his army back victoriously to join forces with Ma Zhong, the prefect of Zangke, to defeat the Yi. When passing the pass of Pingyi County, I saw the majestic seven peaks of the pass, stretching and straight, winding like the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, so I built an altar at the pass and lit seven-star lanterns to pray that the Han Dynasty would never move.
From this, Qixingguan officially got its name.
Among all the barbarians in the south, Huo Aji of Pingyi County was the most loyal and brave. His achievements were recorded in the annals of Chinese history, and a stele was carved as evidence to record his achievements.
Huo Aji's tribe was called the first tribe in Nanzhong, and it was the way of all the barbarians in Nanzhong.
At the same time, salt, brocade robes and other gifts are given every year.
Huo Aji wore a brocade robe given by the Han Dynasty and a crown given by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty. He bowed his head in tears and knelt down in thanks, and swore to defend the territory for the Han Dynasty forever.
Feng Tibi watched the whole process with an expressionless face.
I thought that this old demon Zhuge was addicted to making alliances. By doing this casually, Huo Aji's tribe was completely bound to the big man's chariot.
For the sake of the reputation of the No. 1 tribe in Nanzhong, if someone in Nanzhong rebels again in the future, Huo Aji's tribe will take the initiative to exterminate them, even if the Han Dynasty is unable to take action for a while.
The merit engraved on this stone tablet seems to be an honor, but it is also a burden.
As long as the stele stood there, Huo Aji's tribe had to fight for the Han for a day.
To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to giving out some salt and a few clothes every year and letting this tribe guard Qixing Pass for the Han Dynasty and suppress the rebellion of the barbarians in the south at any time.
Moreover, this also serves as an example for buying bones with a lot of money.
For the Han Dynasty, salt was not a problem at all - the salt wells in Jianwei County used to produce salt that not only supplied Sichuan and Sichuan, but also Jingzhou, Liangzhou, Guanzhong and other places.
But in the eyes of Huo Aji, and even in the eyes of his tribe, this was a great favor bestowed by the big man.
Because salt is the rarest thing for the Yi people, and the brocade robe is a gift from God.
So Huo Aji took the initiative to go to Jincheng to meet the Emperor of Han Dynasty, and wanted his sons to live in Jincheng and learn Han culture.
In December of the same year, Zhuge Liang finally led his army back to Jincheng.
Emperor Liu Chan of the Han Dynasty personally welcomed him ten miles outside the city, and at the same time ordered hundreds of officials to go to thirty to welcome him.
