In the sixth year of Shenwu, at the end of December, autumn and winter, the entire Longyou fell into the joy of a bumper harvest. Unlike other parts of Guanzhong, Qin, Feng, Cheng, and Steps are located in Longyou. It is raining continuously and rice is planted, so it is more prosperous.

As the Fengzhou Troupe Training Envoy and also served as the commander of the Lunbian Inspection Haows and Bridges, in this era of military personnel, Zhang Hui was in the entire Fengzhou with all his words.

Although he is in power, he is quite honest and brave in his work. Fengzhou road water conservancy should be repaired, so he ushered in a bumper harvest this autumn.

Faced with the full warehouse of money and grain, he did not squander it, but instead stored it carefully in case of emergency needs.

Over the past two years, he has felt quite helpless.

Since the defeat in the spring of the fifth year of Shenwu, he has regretted that his defeat was at the hands of the general Han Baozheng of Shu. It can be said that his reputation was destroyed for a lifetime.

In addition, after Xingyuan Prefecture was occupied by the Tang State, the Tang State had been eyeing it, preparing for war and horses, and swallowing Fengzhou with a whale.

For this reason, he would not surrender. In the past two years, he had either trained troops or built city walls, and then reached a mutual assistance consensus with the four states of Qin, Cheng and Jieshi, and even showed goodwill to Wang Yanchao, the governor of Fengxiang, to seek assistance.

This trouble made him feel a little relieved, but? He was only a crossbow soldier? He was also a permanent governor, not a brave general? So he worked so hard for two years? He was in his fifties and his body became increasingly ineffective.

Originally, he was from Youzhou? He came to this south and was not adapted to the local conditions for a long time.

Is this? After an autumn rain? He has been lingering on his sickbed for more than a month, making the whole of Fengzhou anxious.

"Father, there is a lot of rain in these days, and people have been sent to repair it? The city wall checkpoint? I also sent someone to urge me not to slack off."

On the sickbed, his son, Zhang Wenyan, was wearing a blue-brown robe and reported in detail.

On the bed, Zhang Hui, who was already thin, was so thin, with bulging cheeks?       The face was sallow and his eyes looked extremely big?    The eyelids were drooping, and he was obviously in poor spirits.

"Is that?" After a while? Zhang Hui finally realized it? He looked at his son. He couldn't help but say: "The situation in Fengzhou is in danger. Xingyuan Zhang Shifan was aggressive. His army expansion has reached more than 20,000 people, and he hoarded a large amount of food and grass. His intention is obvious."

"Fengzhou has a dangerous terrain. There is Xianren Pass in the south and Dasan Pass in the north. It is the gateway to enter Guanzhong. The court entrusts me with important tasks, and I dare not slackew."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hui coughed, and through the screen window, the shadows of branches outside the window were shaking, and he couldn't help but say:

"But, to this day, I am exhausted and unable to support it. You can write a memorial to me for my illness and write it to the court."

"Father——" Zhang Wenyannian was over thirty years old, but he was crying: "Fengzhou is thousands of miles away from Kaifeng, one round trip, for several months, you are seriously ill again, and Fengzhou must not be held without a presidency!"

"You—" Zhang Hui raised his head, widened his eyes, and frowned: "You are so stupid. Even if you can't do anything, there is a chief minister, why can't there be no one?"

As he said that, he lay down again, without looking at his son's expression, gasped, and said, "Who is the one who flew you? With your ability, you can't imagine this."

Zhang Wenyan lowered his head and said nothing, his expression changed.

"I can't control you anymore, but Fengzhou, you don't think about it."

Zhang Hui sneered: "Not mentioning that Fengzhou is owned by the imperial court and cannot be given privately. Just tell me about you. If you have half of your abilities, will you still be like this? Just a man? "

"Don't think about it all. Just be more at ease."

"But, just, father, you are honest and you regard money as mud. But your family is poor and not as poor as a family of a few middle-aged people. What will the Zhang family do in the future?"

Zhang Wenyan didn't know where he got the courage, so he raised his head and retorted loudly.

"It's useless to keep money!" Zhang Hui coughed, a little guilt flashing across his face, but he still insisted: "If you have no talent and have more wealth, you can't keep it. As long as you have talent, you can still get up with my remaining shade."

Zhang Wenyan still dissatisfied himself.

A thousand miles away is only for wealth. If power cannot bring wealth, who is willing to become an official? Who can’t make money in hundreds of military states in the Song Dynasty? Even if it is not for itself, it must consider future generations.

Look at the emperor's brothers, there are countless fields in the house, and there are not many as poor as their own.

The state set up a delegation and trainee, and usually served as the governor. It is a small-scale vassal state, not as powerful as the vassal states that span several states. It is not surprising that he had such an idea.

If his father doesn’t make money, if he doesn’t work hard, it will be hard for his family to get up.

"Team training, where did the Tang Kingdom send a letter?"

At this time, the door rang, and Zhang Hui was too lazy to pay attention to his rebellious son, so he couldn't help but call in. It turned out to be his staff member.

"Tang Kingdom?" Zhang Hui was a little surprised and reached out to take it and looked carefully.

Zhang Wenyan, who was kneeling beside him, lit up his eyes. He stared at his father who was reading the letter, thinking a lot in his heart.

"Father, what is written in the letter?" Zhang Wenyan asked impatiently.

"I don't know where the Tang Kingdom got the news, but I actually knew that I was sick. Now I have written a letter and I am not stingy with money and official positions. I want to win over me. I am exhausted and I don't even think about it."

Zhang Hui's face turned red, and he couldn't help but: "I just wanted to win over me with some money. Who did he regard me, Zhang Hui as?"

Fengzhou’s treasury has tens of thousands of treasurys, but you are not tempted. No matter how generous the Tang Kingdom is, how much can it be taken? Who in Fengzhou doesn’t know that you are honest and dedicated to the public? This trick is really wrong.

Zhang Wenyan shook his head, is Tang Guo really exhausted?

Zhang Wenyan was about to come and wrote a letter. After a closer look, he was shocked: 50,000 guan—

The two taxes in Fengzhou for several years must be at least 100 hectares in Guanzhong.

"Father--" Zhang Wenyan shivered and looked at his righteous father, with reluctance on his face.

"Don't ask for words-" Zhang Hui snorted coldly, exhaled, and said to his staff: "Mr. Zhou, I am inconvenient. From today on, Changshi Zhao will be responsible for government affairs. Someone has written to the court and retired after he has reported his illness. When the new regiment training envoy takes office, I hope Fengzhou will remain calm as usual-"

"In addition, you reply to a letter for me, rejecting the Tang Kingdom. I swear to never surrender. Let them think about it. You must have a reasonable and well-founded approach. Don't let them look down on me. You have a better literary talent."

"Yes--" The aide glanced at Zhang Wenyan, who was flushed, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and lowered his head to respond.

Obviously, the father and son had a very unhappy fight, so I should just stand by and watch.

Seeing that his father was even good at writing letters, his face that admiring Xu Ming made Zhang Wenyan even more angry.
Chapter completed!