Among the generals who were sent to Hanzhong by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and prepared to follow the Northern Expedition, the farthest were Wang Ping and Feng Yong from Nanzhong, and the latest was Feng Yong.

Wang Ping set out a month earlier than Feng Yong, while Feng Yong waited until the highway between Yuexi and Jincheng was reopened, and then led his army out of Yuexi on the main road as a test of the new road.

By the time he led his army to Hanzhong, it was already the last month of the fifth year of Jianxing.

Hanzhong had already cut off civilian transactions with Jincheng two months ago, and all the military supplies for the Northern Expedition were shipped to Hanzhong.

The area around Nanzheng was already filled with troops. The people and horses were noisy and hunting with flags.

The person who came to arrange the location of Feng Yong's headquarters was an old acquaintance.

I only heard Feng Yong call out affectionately: "Brother."

Zhuge Qiao, wrapped in a down jacket, was extremely happy to see Feng Yong, with a smile on his face, "Brother, you are finally here! You are the only one missing in the whole Han Dynasty."

Feng Yong had a look of horror on his face, "Is it possible that I'm late, and the prime minister wants to punish me with military law?"

When Zhuge heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and he pointed at Feng Yong, "You are the one who dares to make such a big... joke about the prime minister. If it were anyone else, who would dare?"

Feng Yong laughed.

Zhuge Qiao felt a touch of envy in his heart when he saw Feng Yonghun's unconcerned look.

Regardless of whether she is an adult or a mother, she is extremely doting on her brother, and she has always been strict with herself.

Just like now, how can I dare to make fun of adults like this?

Afraid of not getting slapped.

"Brother, how many people will I bring this time? I can make preparations for allocating food and fodder, and also see where it is appropriate for your troops to camp."

"My younger brother has brought 8,000 people here this time. There are 3,000 people in the front army. My brother is the grain and grass officer of the Northern Expedition army this time?"

"Brother Wei has been a grain and grass officer in Hanzhong for so long, so when the army was stationed in Hanzhong, all the grain and grass were handed over to brother for arrangement." Zhuge Qiao rubbed his forehead, "You don't know, I haven't slept at all these days.

Have a good night’s sleep.”

As he said that, he looked around again and then whispered, "Over there in Nanxiang, I heard that people are no longer allowed to come in and out at will. It is said that there is some kind of martial law, and even the little accounting clerks in the school are not allowed to come over at will.

"

"Good brother, please do me a favor later and call a few people over for me, otherwise I will be really busy."

Feng Yong said strangely, "I remember that students from Nanxiang Academy have been transferred to Nanzheng Workshop in turns to audit the accounts."

"Ahem!" Zhuge Qiao slapped his thigh, "How many people are there? How can there be enough! The workshop has not stopped, the cloth has to be distributed, and the accounts are not messed up, and the Hanzhong Mansion has collected money in the past two years.

The grain and fodder that comes up must be opened to the treasury for inventory, and the weapons from the arsenal must be handed over to the army."

"The few account clerks who were transferred here will go back after a few days. The next time another group of people comes, they will have to start over again. The prime minister's people who have joined the army have urged us several times to quickly settle the accounts.

complete."

"join the army?"

During the First Northern Expedition, joining the army was a sensitive word. Feng Yong subconsciously asked, "Which one joins the army?"

"Yang Canjun."

"Yang Yi?"

"right."

"No wonder."

Feng Yong nodded, he is a talented little man.

History books say that he "planned branches, planned grains, and thought nothing of it." From this, it seems that this man's mental arithmetic ability should be very strong, at least much better than himself.

Although he is nominally the headmaster of Nanxiang Academy, the Nanxiang accountant boy is now famous, and many people take credit for his achievements.

But in fact, Feng Yong knew very well that the foundation of arithmetic in Nanxiang Academy was actually laid by Amei.

Even in Yuexi, when she had the opportunity, she would continue to teach those students more advanced mathematics, and she was the most powerful arithmetic master in the eyes of Nanxiang Academy students.

If Amei and Yang Yi competed in mental arithmetic, who would be better?

With such thoughts passing through his mind, Feng Yong nodded at the same time, "Since the elder brother has spoken, how can I not disobey the younger brother? At this time, there are many students who followed me to Hanzhong. They have served as staff, and they are better than those in the school.

Those junior fellow students who haven’t finished their studies are much more capable.”

"When the time comes, I will send some people over to help my brother, so he won't have to worry so much."

"Okay, okay!" Zhuge Qiao was overjoyed and took Feng Yong's arm, "Let's go, I'll take you to pick a good camp. If you need anything later, just tell Brother Wei. As long as we don't break the rules, Brother Wei will definitely meet

I’ll try my best to help you think of something!”

Sure enough, there is someone in the DPRK who is easy to get things done.

Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's settled."

After choosing a place to camp, Feng Yong handed over the arrangements for the camp to Huang Chong, who followed him, and then went to the Chinese army camp to meet Zhuge Liang.

The new-style stove in the handsome tent was burning coals, and there was a kettle on the stove, which was steaming gurglingly.

The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was sitting next to the stove, holding a book and reading attentively.

"Feng Yong, the chief of the Yue clan, was ordered to lead his army and met the prime minister."

After Feng Yong entered the commander's tent, he saluted loudly.

Zhuge Liang put down the book and nodded to Feng Yonglue, "It's just you and me here, and it's not a military meeting, so feel free to sit down."

Feng Yong looked behind him and confirmed that no one was there. He quickly said "Hey", moved the pony on the side to the stove, sat down, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

Zhuge Liang didn't mind at all, and even asked warmly, "Would you like some tea?"

"A bit..." Feng Yonggang wanted to say "thirsty", but after looking at the bowl on the side, he held back and shook his head and said, "I won't drink. After drinking, I always want to go to the latrine. It's too cold and I don't want to move.

"

Feng Yong has a slight mysophobia, and people these days are not very hygienic, so the bowl he drinks from is usually reserved for himself.

Nowadays, even if you are thirsty, you still have to say you are not thirsty.

The Han Prime Minister angrily threw the book aside and cursed, "Vulgar!"

Feng Tibi laughed dryly and shrank his neck.

Seeing that this boy looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, the Han Prime Minister was a little helpless.

This Northern Expedition not only has sufficient military resources, but also does not harm the people's livelihood too much. This man has taken a lot of credit. I originally wanted to praise him, but I never thought that he would say this as soon as he came in. It is really shocking.

Get angry.

"How many people did you bring here this time?"

"Eight thousand."

Feng Yong stretched out his finger and made a gesture.

Zhuge Liang nodded and thought about it in his mind.

Meng Huo's daughter Hua Wan moved a large tribe there, and there were also some small tribes that followed, which totaled 30,000 to 40,000 people. Last year, another 30,000 Han people moved there, plus the original Yi people, and the Sun River Valley

There are now more than 120,000 people in the three counties.

Therefore, although Yuexun is a newly established place, the extraction of 8,000 people should not be a big problem.

"How many combat soldiers? How many auxiliary soldiers?"

Zhuge Liang asked again.

"Six thousand combat troops and two thousand auxiliary troops."

The continuous improvement of dry food has greatly reduced logistical pressure.

Even a soldier carrying a cylindrical dry ration bag with 2.0 dry rations and two salted fish can last for nearly a month.

In the past two years in Yuexi, Feng Yong has invested heavily in infrastructure construction and built a number of water mills in the Sunshui River Valley to grind flour day and night. At the same time, due to the rise of pig farming in Hanzhong and Jincheng, he was finally able to obtain a considerable number of

lard.

Therefore, the dry food 2.0 supplied to the army is mixed with enough oil, rather than the reduced version like the earliest food for the Yuesi people.

Moreover, there are salt wells in Yuexi and fish are raised in the fields. If we use them sparingly, we can still barely supply each dry food bag with two salted fish.

Therefore, in addition to transporting food, Feng Yong wanted them to transport other equipment more than the two thousand auxiliary soldiers.

However, the Han Prime Minister's thinking was still stuck in his previous impressions. He had no idea about the improvements Feng Yong had made to his army. He frowned and said, "There are a few auxiliary troops."

As a rule, combat troops and auxiliary troops are proportioned one to one, so as to ensure sufficient food supply capacity and enough manpower to set up camp.

"It's quite a lot. I've improved a batch of dry food. Two thousand auxiliary soldiers are enough."

Feng Yong had no intention of saying more.

The reason why Dry Food 2.0 did not tell Zhuge Lao Yao in advance was because the pig industry had only just started, and the lard was obtained through internal connections within the Xinghan Society.

As for the beans that are needed, they are also in short supply at the moment. Just the pastures of Yuesun alone consume no one knows how many beans they consume every day.

If you really want to talk loudly, Zhuge Yao will wave his hand and let the army eat first... then just wait and cry.

It is only right to give priority to your own soldiers.
To be continued...