At the end of July, the Hanzhong area has entered the rainy season.
The water level of the Western Han River surged, and Feng Yong, who was urgently recalled to Hanzhong by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, had to give up the idea of taking a boat and rode all the way back to Hanzhong along the Western Han River.
It was raining, so Feng Yong only took his personal guards on the road.
Guan Ji and her children stayed in Pingxiang until the end of August before setting off as originally planned.
"Brother, the rain seems to be heavier than before. Do you want to find a place to stay first?"
Li Yi, wearing a bamboo hat and shoddy clothes, wiped the water droplets from his face and asked.
Feng Yong looked up at the sky.
The sky was gray, and cold raindrops fell on my face. I felt that the rain had flowed down my neck and into my clothes. It was wet and uncomfortable.
Feng Yong asked: "How is the road condition on this stretch of road? How long does it take to reach Wudu?"
Li Yi glanced at Xu Xun, who was returning to Hanzhong with him.
Xu Xun quickly replied: "Brother, the road condition is not bad. If we go at the current speed, it will be dark by the time we reach Wudu."
"The rain is not too heavy. You can continue on your way and rest before dark. Let people check out the front first to see if the road has collapsed. Pay attention to safety."
Soon a pair of riders picked up speed and ran forward.
Feng Yong got off his horse, walked to a high ground, and looked down at the Western Han River not far below.
When they took this road in the spring two years ago, the Northern Expedition Army could still use it to transport grain.
But now, even standing far away, Feng Yong could hear the raging roar.
The leather boots made of fine cowhide and tanner were already soaked through, water seeped into them, and the tops of the feet felt clammy.
There was the sound of crunching mud behind him, and Feng Yongyong didn't have to turn around to know that Li Yi and Xu Xun were following.
"In the past two years, you have taken Dongfeng Express to transport grain to Longyou. It has been really hard."
Feng Yong said.
I and others were still riding lightly, but Dongfeng Express had to transport food under such circumstances. Needless to say, it was hard work.
Xu Xun didn't expect that his brother would actually say this, and quickly replied:
"My brother is leading the troops at the front to kill the thieves. He is risking his life to protect the brothers. Who wouldn't be grateful to my brother for the brothers in the guild to be able to survive today?"
"My younger brother is just transporting food from behind. How can it be called hard work compared to my elder brother?"
Military merit is the fastest way to promotion. As the leader of the guild, the higher the brother's position and the more stable he stands, the more hope the brothers in the guild have.
Take the current situation as an example. My elder brother is appointed as the Colonel Protecting the Qiang and is in charge of all affairs of the Hu people in Longyou. This is a big piece of fat.
What is the price of the grain distributed to the Hu people, what is the price of the collected cattle, sheep, horses, wool, leather, etc., what is the price of selling them, etc.
Isn’t it all up to the elder brother to have the final say?
The elder brother has the final say, isn't it Xinghanhui who has the final say?
Even if the brothers in the club do nothing, just open and close their mouths and turn their hands, they can still make a lot of money.
But where did this Colonel Protecting Qiang come from?
Didn’t your brother pay for it with his life?
Attacking Longguan, fighting fierce battles in street pavilions, managing barbarians, intimidating Liangzhou, any other person would be able to do it?
Therefore, it is most suitable for my brother to hold the position of Colonel Protecting Qiang.
"If you really want to talk about hard work, it's hard work for my brother."
Xu Xun said sincerely.
He often runs to Pingxiang, so he naturally knows what kind of place Pingxiang is.
At the beginning, the city wall was not even a dirt fence, and the base of the wall still smelled of feces and urine.
Compared to Jincheng, the difference is countless times.
Now the brothers in the club can live comfortably because their elder brothers are supporting them from the front.
Feng Yong held the riding whip in his hand and smiled calmly:
"You don't have to be humble. I walked this road two years ago and know what it's like."
"And there was a severe drought in Longyou at that time. It was you who worked tirelessly and led the people to transport food to Longyou, which alleviated the urgent need to protect the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion."
"For Longyou to be where it is today, you must have contributed a lot."
When Xu Xun heard his brother praising himself in this way, although his mouth was modest, the corners of his mouth that curled up to his ears clearly expressed his heart.
Feng Yong turned around and said to Xu Xun, "Now Longyou has barely settled down. You don't have to go back and forth like this in the future. What are your plans next?"
Xu Xun was stunned.
Li Yi reacted quickly and kicked him from behind.
Xu Xun finally understood, and his heart was beating wildly: Is he... going to officially become the core of the Xinghan Society after Zhao Erlang and Li Dalang?
The people who took up positions of real power in the Xinghan Society were the first to follow their elder brothers.
After all, given everyone's age, they are still in the mixed seniority stage.
Except for my brother, basically no one has a chance to stand out.
Xu Xun's voice was trembling: "I will listen to my brother's arrangements."
Feng Yong smiled slightly and said:
"I have two paths here. The first is that the prime minister plans to change Yuexun to Neijun. The prefect of Yuexun, Meng Yan, is going to be transferred to Hanzhong and enter the prime minister's mansion. Zushi (Wang Xun) will be moved to the prefecture."
"For the vacant position of County Chancellor, the Prime Minister asked me if there is anyone I would like to recommend."
This is the difference in treatment between the second-generation officials and students from the academy.
Among the students in the academy, Zhang Yuan is the most outstanding. He is currently studying in the martial arts hall. If he can become a trainee captain after graduation, he will have the best starting point.
This achievement was only possible with Feng Yong's special care.
As a second-generation official, Xu Xun accumulated some merits and started directly as a county magistrate.
Xu Xun's face lit up, he swallowed, resisted his impulse, and looked at Feng Yong, "I wonder what the second item is?"
"Second, the students in the staff department of the Huqiang Colonel's Mansion are now in the martial arts hall. Some logistical matters are too cumbersome. I would like to find someone to help take care of them."
"You have helped the Longyou Army transport grain in the past few years and have a lot of experience. I think you should be able to get started quickly."
"Of course, if you don't like either of these two things, I can recommend it to the Prime Minister or the Emperor..."
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, Xu Xun interrupted him directly: "Brother, I will choose the second option and serve in the Qiang Protector School Lieutenant's Mansion."
The county magistrate looks good now, but don't forget that the Qiang Protector's Office is nominally in charge of all the affairs of the Hu people in Longyou, Guanzhong, and Liangzhou.
The future prospects are many times greater than those of Jun Cheng!
As for the Prime Minister's house, Yang Yi, Wei Yan, Jiang Wan and others are not only older than me, but also have many senior qualifications.
At my current age and capital, I don’t have the capital of Li Wenxuan.
The most you can do when you go there is to serve tea and water. How many years will it take to get ahead?
Naturally, the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion cannot compare to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but how old is your brother?
And anyone who is not blind can see how much the Prime Minister values his brother, so even if his brother's future is different from that of the Prime Minister, it may not be much different!
Now that we have this good opportunity, wouldn’t it be stupid not to hug our thighs quickly?
As for recommending it to the emperor, that is even more unnecessary.
My lord is now the Great Changqiu Cheng, a person whom the Central Palace trusts, so why should I squeeze in?
Feng Yong was slightly surprised that Xu Xun could make a choice so quickly.
He glanced at Xu Xun approvingly: "Okay, when we get to Wudu, I will immediately send someone to Hanzhong to ask the Prime Minister for instructions."
When these words came out, not only Xu Xun but also Li Yi were a little surprised: "Brother is going to Hanzhong anyway, why not mention it to the Prime Minister together then?"
Feng Yong took a deep look in the direction of Guanzhong and said to the two of them meaningfully: "I'm afraid it's too late."
What's too late?
The two of them looked at each other with some confusion, and were waiting to ask again, when they saw the pair of cavalrymen who had gone to explore the road galloping back.
"Report to the Lord, the road ahead is not in ruins!"
"Okay. Get on your horse and drive!"
Feng Yong waved his riding whip and ordered.
