Being hit with a military stick may be a common thing for people in the army at this time, but for Feng Yong, it is a painful event.
Fan Qi came over on time every day to change Feng Yong's dressing, "General, the wound has begun to scar. Be careful not to touch the water."
"I know, you've said it many times."
Feng Yong lay on the couch and replied weakly.
After lying on the bed for so many days, I feel like my chest has been flattened, and I am not used to breathing anymore.
"Are there any injured soldiers in the camp who have died from infection?"
Feng Yong raised his belt, turned over, and asked.
In the beginning, I couldn't even lie on my side, but now I am finally free.
When Fan Qi heard this, his face showed joy and admiration, "Back to the general, the medical workers in the camp treated the soldiers according to the new method of treating injuries. According to previous reports, sixty-seven out of ten injured soldiers will die. "
"Unexpectedly, in our camp now, this kind of thing is the other way around. Sixty percent of the soldiers survived. The soldiers are all very grateful to the general for his survival..."
"Sixty percent?" Feng Yong looked at Fan Qi, his expression a little ugly on the spot, "Has the statistical result come out?"
"Although there are still some soldiers whose wounds show no signs of healing, according to the villain's estimate, even if less than 60% of the soldiers will survive, it won't be too far off. This villain is still sure of this. .”
Fan Qiben had a foundation in literacy and reading, and he had been with Feng Yong for a long time, so he had a certain concept of data statistics.
What he said was originally to show his mastery of arithmetic. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Feng Yong's face became increasingly ugly.
But when I saw Feng Tibi lying on his side on the couch, his eyes squinting upward, you are so damn sure! It’s better not to be sure!
Sixty percent?
In other words, as long as you are injured, the chance of surviving is only 20% more than the chance of dying?
Are you still grateful like this?
What is there to be grateful for?
Feng Yong turned over again, lay down on the couch, and said in a low voice, "After the injuries of the injured soldiers in the camp have stabilized, you must remember to gather all the medical workers in the camp."
"Let them speak out about both the good and the bad, sum up their experiences and learn lessons. Only in this way can we better treat the soldiers next time."
These days, medical workers are not taken seriously, and there is little communication between different families, making it difficult to develop medical skills.
Since Feng Yong has laid the foundation of the health care system in Nanxiang, and from the current point of view, although this system has not reached a level that he is satisfied with, it has at least made progress.
All he has to do is continue to promote the development of this system and let them constantly sum up experience and improve themselves.
"No!" Fan Qi responded quickly.
The medical workers in the camp are all from Nanxiang, and most of them are related to their eldest father. As the medical officer in the camp, there will be no obstacles for him to complete this task.
"Remember to compile it into a book and don't do it perfunctorily. I will go through it myself when the time comes."
"The villain understands."
"Okay, let's go down first."
The medical affairs are easy to deal with, but the post-war summary of this battle is difficult to deal with.
Now his soldiers are all scattered, and they don't know when they will be reunited.
Feng Yong sighed and shouted outside, "Liu Hun!"
The little prince of the Huns came in holding a long horse.
Feng Yong looked at him angrily, "No one is trying to snatch this horse from you, so why can't you put it down for a while?"
This horse was shipped by Dongfeng Express from Nanxiang a few days ago.
Liu Hun performed well at Longguan and Jieting. He said that when he was ordered to pursue Zhang He, he probably shot Zhang He with a poisonous arrow from Nanzhong.
This made Feng Yongda very happy, so he deliberately learned more about this little Hun prince.
Liu Hun's martial arts skills are indeed inherited as Zhang Xingyi said.
I heard that his master, Han Long, was a ranger from Youzhou in Yandi. He was very skilled in martial arts and had been taught by Li Yan of Bingzhou. I don't know if it was true or not.
In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, there were three great masters, namely Wang Yue, Tong Yuan and Li Yan.
Wang Yue was the emperor's master, and Tong Yuan's disciples included Zhao Yun, Zhang Xiu, and Zhang Ren.
As for Li Yan, I heard that Lu Bu studied under Li Yan.
No matter what, Han Long must be very capable if he can get the guidance of Li Yan, who is as famous as Tong Yuan.
Liu Hun's favorite and best weapon is the Ma Shu.
It's just that a good horse cock is not so easy to get.
There are strict requirements for its materials, manufacturing process, etc., and those who can use the horse well must be a master.
There is a horse spear in the knight shop in Nanxiang.
It was originally a gift from the Liang family in Longyou to Feng Yong. Feng Yong stored it in the Xia Ke Xing for display, and left a message saying that it was only given to the destined people, in order to attract talents.
So when Feng Yong knew that Liu Hun was good at using the horse-stem, he had it transported from Nanxiang as a private reward to him.
Liu Hun got this horse stick, grinning so much that he almost opened the wound on his ear again.
Not only does it stay with me during the day, but I also sleep with it in my arms at night.
"One ear" Liu Hun heard Feng Yong's words and smiled, but did not answer. He just asked, "The general called me a villain, but do you have anything to give me?"
"Go and get me a basin of water."
Feng Yong gave an order.
The water came quickly, and he was holding a horse-stem in one hand and a basin in the other.
"Secure the door, no one is allowed in."
Feng Yong waved his hand and asked Liu Hun to go out. Then he got up from the couch, untied his belt, squatted over the basin, lowered his head and looked at the reflection in the water.
I saw two pieces of colorful pork belly swaying, which was so disgusting.
Feng Yong murmured, "So this is what it looks like after getting hit?"
At this time, Liu Hun's voice was suddenly heard outside the door, "General, Mr. Ma is here to visit."
"Mr. Ma?"
Feng Yong was stunned, and it took him a while to remember, wasn't he Ma Di?
"Wait a minute!"
Feng Yong stood up slowly, not daring to use too much force, otherwise it would hurt his butt and butt again. He tied his belt and then opened the door.
Sure enough, he saw Ma Su standing at the door. When he saw Feng Yong coming out, he saluted, "I have met General Feng, so I took the liberty of visiting. I hope it's not strange."
This was the first time the two met after Feng Yong's verbal abuse of Ma Su.
Ma Su was dressed as a scribe at this time. Although his cheeks were still sunken, he looked in good spirits.
Although I no longer have the confidence I had before, I have gained a sense of calmness.
Feng Yong gently scratched his buttocks, as if he felt a little itchy, and looked at Ma Su warily, "What's the matter?"
He made such great achievements, but received twenty-three blows, all because of this big mouth in front of him. How could a broad-minded person like Feng Langjun give him a good look?
Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Ma Su didn't mind, and even smiled at Feng Yong in the mood, "I came this time to express my gratitude to General Feng and to say goodbye to General Feng."
"Thank you? Say goodbye?"
Thank you is easy to understand. Putting aside personal emotional factors, if Ma Su can win the respect of Zhuge Lao Yao, his IQ must be higher than that of ordinary people.
Beating him and scolding him were all to save him, he naturally understood this.
"Goodbye? Why does General Ma say goodbye to me?"
Feng Yong couldn't understand.
"How can I dare to be called a general now that I am guilty? I asked General Feng not to mention it again, otherwise I can only hide my face and run away."
When Ma Di heard Feng Yong calling him general, a wry smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, I forgot."
Only then did Feng Yong remember that Ma Di had been dismissed from his post by the old demon Zhuge and was demoted to a commoner, preparing to be exiled to the borderland. Then he realized, "Where will he be exiled? Determined?"
"Nanzhong Yunnan County."
When Feng Yong heard this, he was surprised. The punishment Zhuge Lao Yao gave Ma Di was quite harsh.
In fact, Ma Su's crime was much lighter than in original history.
The crime he committed was actually letting Li Sheng guard Lueyang instead of Liu Yin. The crime was that he didn't recognize people well and hired people inappropriately. In the words of later generations, it was leadership responsibility.
As for him leading troops to Lueyang and being defeated by Zhang He on the way, it is understandable.
When the infantry encountered elite cavalry while marching, they were completely unprepared, and even if Zhuge Lao Yao was present at the time, they would probably have to fight and retreat.
If it were Feng Yong himself, if his subordinates were not the disciples brought out by him, he would probably be defeated better?
Of course, Ma Su underestimated the enemy, sent too few scouts, and failed to detect the enemy in time. A person with improper command will not be able to escape.
As long as the Northern Expedition did not fail, and Li Sheng's head shocked the entire army, Ma Di's exile to the frontier was indeed an acceptable punishment.
But being exiled to Yunnan County is a bit harsh.
Liao Li killed people in front of Liu Bei's mourning hall, and made eloquent remarks when Liu Bei's body was still cold and the Han Dynasty was at its most precarious, shaking the hearts and minds of the Han army and the people, and he was just exiled to Wenshan County.
At this time, Yunnan County was not a place where beautiful encounters could happen in later generations, but a place full of miasma, ferocious beasts, and mosquitoes that were ready to kill people at any time.
Coupled with the primitive barbarians who always emerge from the deep mountains and old forests from time to time, as well as the extremely hot and humid climate, etc., ordinary sinners are exiled there. If no one takes care of them, they will basically die.
"Let's talk first." Feng Yong let Ma Su in, asked him to sit down, and then climbed onto the couch and lay down, "I'm injured and can't sit down. I'm not being rude on purpose, so please don't blame me. "
A look of embarrassment appeared on Ma Su's face.
Feng Yong ignored him and continued, "You were exiled to Yunnan. Why don't you look worried at all?"
"Why aren't you worried? If you weren't worried, why would you come specifically to look for General Feng?"
When Ma Su heard this, his expression became calm again, and he didn't look embarrassed at all.
"What do you mean by this?"
Feng Yongqi said.
"If you want to go to Nanzhong, you must first find the Ghost King. Only then can you have a way to survive!"
Ma Su said half-jokingly.
When Feng Yong heard this, he let out a "tsk", "The barbarians in South China are ignorant and just spread rumors. You are a well-educated person after all, so why are you doing such nonsense?"
It is said that the ghost king wants a thousand women to sleep with him at night. I haven't even seen my beloved wife for a long time.
Thinking of the unparalleled beauty Guan Ji, Feng Yong swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under his body.
When Ma Su heard Feng Yong's words, he said seriously, "I'm not just fooling around. Although Nanzhong used to be a barbaric place, after General Feng's layout in the past two years, it is now somewhat popular."
"I am not very talented. Although I have been exiled to Nanzhong, I still want to show what I have learned at Nanzhong. I would like to ask General Feng to teach me."
When Feng Yong heard this, he groaned in his heart. It seemed that he really woke up after being scolded.
Thinking that only this kind of people could calm down and develop Nanzhong, Feng Yong immediately became interested.
"Although you are guilty, it is rare to have knowledge. Yunnan is a wild land. If you are really interested, I can recommend it to you."
"Lu Kai from Yunnan County has a close relationship with me. When the time comes, you can go to him with my letter and ask him to hire you as a staff member in the Prefect's Mansion. It should be fine."
Lu Kai was kidnapped by Eshun and almost killed, but it was Feng Yong who found a way to rescue him.
Although it was Guan Ji and Huang Ji who really took action, everyone attributed the credit to him, and Feng had no choice but to be disrespectful.
In fact, the north of Yunnan County is Yuexun County. The two counties are close to each other. Unfortunately, they are isolated by poor mountains and rivers, so contact is inconvenient.
To go from Yuexun to Yunnan County, it is best to cross the Hu River southward and enter Jianning County, and then go west from Jianning County and use the road to enter Yunnan County.
Yunnan County and Yongchang County are the most remote and backward places in the Han Dynasty, and are basically isolated from Shu.
If Ma Su had Feng Yong's recommendation, Lu Kai would naturally not have to worry about his exile status. Being able to get the help of such talents would make him laugh out of his dreams.
“I will always remember General Feng’s great kindness!”
Ma Su stood up and gave another big salute.
"Forget it, it's just a letter anyway." Feng Yong waved his hand, "When the time comes, just help me carry a few more letters to Yuexi."
"I will obey the general's wishes. I am going to Yunnan this time. Does the general have anything to teach me?"
Ma Su asked again.
"Yes!" Feng Yong's eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned this, "Tung trees and tea!"
"General, please release him."
"There are many mountains in Nanzhong but little flat land. Although efforts are being made to cultivate and grow sugar cane, most of them are on flat land or small hills. It is a pity that so many mountains are left uncultivated."
"The climate there is hot and humid, which is most suitable for planting tung trees and tea trees in the mountains. In this way, not only can we further strengthen the control of the barbarians, but it can also increase the government's taxes."
When Feng Yong said this, he stood up enthusiastically, "The climate in Longyou is no better than Hanzhong, let alone Shu. In winter, it is extremely cold here, let alone Liangzhou and other places in the future."
"The extreme northwest of Liangzhou is a place where weapons can be frozen. Without preparation, the soldiers will not be able to garrison."
"Using the oil squeezed from the seeds of the tung tree, I can refine glycerin and apply it on the face, hands and feet to prevent soldiers from getting frostbite in winter."
"Also, don't forget," Feng Yong said mysteriously, "I burned Longguan with tung oil for a whole day, and then I took it down without any compromise."
"So this tung oil will definitely be used more and more in the future. The tung oil produced by the wild tung oil in Nanzhong will definitely not be enough. We must have more varieties to prepare for later."
When Ma Su heard this, his face showed joy and he nodded repeatedly, "I understand."
Then he asked, "What about the tea tree?"
Feng Yong smiled and said, "Do you know why those barbarians in Longyou are so polite to me?"
"Isn't it because of General Feng's reputation?"
"This is just one aspect. Another important reason is that they want to buy tea from me."
Feng Yong lay on the couch and raised a finger, "There is really too little tea now, so I made an appointment with them. This year, one pound of tea can be exchanged for a sheep!"
When Ma Su heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light, "It's such a good thing!"
In ancient times, tea drinking was mostly only popular among the upper class. The common people did not have oil and water in their stomachs, so there was no need to drink tea often. Even if they did, tea mixed with oil would definitely be more popular than the clear tea promoted by Feng Yong.
This phenomenon will continue for hundreds of years, and may continue until there is enough oil and water in the stomachs of the people.
Therefore, making tea and drinking tea as an art has always been a luxury behavior only available to the upper class in ancient times.
But the Hu people are different. They eat beef, mutton, and dairy products. Their bodies are inherently lacking in vitamins. At the same time, because they cannot eat green vegetables for a long time, their constitution is too hot.
When there was no tea, they could only find wild vegetables on the grassland to maintain their health.
However, wild vegetables are not available all year round, and in terms of quantity, they are not enough to support the consumption of nomadic people.
So once tea appeared, it became a necessity for nomadic people.
Pick the leaves from the trees and stir-fry them, and you can trade them for cattle, sheep and horses. This is not called huge profits. What is huge profits?
"If you want to control the Hu people in Longyou and Liangzhou, the first is to collect wool, the second is to open pastures, and the third is tea, because tea is something they can't live without for their whole lives."
Feng Yong shook his head proudly, "You just go ahead and plant, I will harvest as much as you plant."
I don’t know if I can supply the Qianghu from Yinping and Wudu by just relying on the tea grown by my own family and several companies related to me?
Longyou, Liangzhou, and in the future there will be the Western Regions and northern grasslands...
How much tea does this cost?
Ma Su understood it as soon as he heard it, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Someone knows how to do it!"
