I saw the secretary carefully wiping the rice grains on Ah Chong's face and replying nonchalantly:

"Brother-in-law, when it comes to farming, apart from you, how many people among this big man can compare to Xu Erniang?"

"After conquering Jincheng, she had already led her people to open up land on the east side of the river, specifically for growing yu head."

We diverted water from the Yellow River to grow bamboo shoots instead of staple crops because there were Cao thieves on the other side.

Even if Yutou Land is destroyed, the loss will not be too great.

The only pity is the fertilizer that was thrown down.

Because Yutou’s requirements for water and fertilizer are not generally high.

However, for the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, which controls more than a dozen pastures, fertilizer is the most indispensable.

But if you are lucky enough to keep that piece of Yutou land, you will have made a lot of food to prepare for famines and emergencies.

Now it seems that Xu Erniang's original decision was the most correct.

"Xu Erniang has already assured me that there will definitely be no problem with the Hu tribe's winter rations this year."

Zhang Xingyi wiped Ah Chong's face clean and then showed a satisfied smile. It seemed that in her eyes, this problem was not as important as the rice grains on Ah Chong's face.

But it was better not to mention Yutou. When Feng Yong mentioned this, he remembered the Yutou powder dry food that Xu Xun had recommended to him.

There is also Xu Erniang, a Han agriculturist who has a unique feeling for growing bamboo shoots.

Feng Yong suddenly felt that his mother-in-law was right. The common people of the Han Dynasty were actually very happy if they could eat real food.

Although he cried to Governor Zhao about insufficient military rations, as a highly independent Qiang-protecting captain, if Feng Yong really had no back-up plan, then he would have been completely blind to the rights granted by the Han Prime Minister.

There is not enough food to make ends meet.

At worst, when frying dry rice flour, add two more drops of butter, mutton fat, lard or something, and add more salt.

Feng Junhou believed that those barbarians who had not had enough to eat for most of their lives would not be able to taste the difference.

So what if someone can taste it?

Whose grain hasn't been a little damp? What's wrong with the taste being a little worse?

I do not want to eat?

Do you want to eat bran bran?

Do you want to eat a riding crop?

Do you want to eat the saber?

Don’t want to eat at all, just want good food?

Then join the servant army, and then accumulate enough military merit to become a real Han soldier and enjoy super-national... ahem, super-superhuman treatment.

Military merit, and only military merit, is the fastest way to cross strata.

Where to find military merit?

Don't hesitate on the battlefield.

Now there is such a good opportunity, an opportunity to quickly gain military merit: the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion is preparing for the Eastern Expedition, issuing a recruitment order to form a Yi Cong Army.

As long as it is under the rule of the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, regardless of Han or Hu, any family with conditions can bring their own horses and weapons to join, and the government will be responsible for the military rations.

As soon as the news came out, Longyou immediately became a sensation.

This is because in the past several recruitment orders were issued by the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion, and priority was given to selecting from specific tribes, and others who wanted to join were not allowed to join.

The Hu leaders want to reap benefits, the Hu warriors want to convert their families to Han registration, and the Han people want to join the household registration in the Xinghanhui system.

In addition, there are many heroes in Liangzhou, who doesn't know that Nanxiang County, which was rebuilt by Feng Junhou himself, is the holy land of knights?

The so-called great chivalrous people are not without heroes who serve the country and the people and simply want to follow Feng Junhou.

So there are really many people who want to join the Yi Congjun.

These days, Pingxiang City is several times more lively than usual.

At the same time, the pressure on public security in Pingxiang City also began to increase. After all, those who are willing to join the army to gain a future must have a bit of bloodshed.

What are you looking at?

What do you think of you?

It is bound to happen that someone will draw a sword against someone at the first glance of disagreement.

However, the way the Huqiang Colonel's Mansion handles this situation has always been simple and crude in the way inherited from Nanxiang.

Guys who dare to cause trouble in the street are usually greeted by sergeants who appear out of nowhere and are thrown to the ground directly.

Even if someone wants to rely on his skill, he must admit defeat due to various methods such as long hooks in fishing nets and poison.

Riots on the street are not serious incidents, and given the current special circumstances, the parties involved are often interrogated on the spot.

"Whose last name is it?"

Those who understand the situation will sign up obediently. Those who want to show their unyielding will be greeted with a flurry of punches and kicks.

The leading sergeant sneered:

"Aweng, when I was killing thieves in front of the battle, I was holding the heads of the soldiers in one hand and eating, and I was holding military rations in the other hand to eat. What does your show of talent mean to me?"

The hero who was beaten until his nose bleeded finally replied: "I also came to join the army."

"If you join the army and sign up at the school outside the city, what kind of hero do you think you are if you make trouble on the street? Follow me quickly."

After that, he half-carried and half-delivered the person to the surrender place.

In the camp of the Yi Congjun, there will be people who will teach them various rules. If they can pass the screening, they will stay, if they can't, they will leave.

The Volunteer Army is also divided into levels. Those who have responded to the call-up several times and have performed well will be independently compiled into a roster. This is the reserve force of the Xiaowei Mansion.

After being recruited, the salary is slightly lower than that of regular sergeants.

Some of them will also be selected to be the leaders of the new ones.

In this expedition, whether it is the Modao Battalion, the Wudang Battalion, the Cavalry Battalion, the Engineering Battalion, or the Guards Battalion and the Dark Night Battalion under the direct command of Feng Yong, all will be dispatched.

The school grounds outside Pingxiang City were bustling with people.

After Feng Yong returned to Pingxiang, the soldiers of each battalion in the Xiaowei Mansion, except for the sick and wounded, began to nervously make final preparations before going out.

The general in charge of each battalion has food and accommodation in the military camp and is ready to lead the troops on their march at any time.

Even Feng Yong and Guan Ji have been visiting various camps every day in the past few days.

The cavalry battalion returning from the battle across the river was the focus of their inspection.

"Idiot, if you have stirrups, don't clamp your crotch so tightly. This is your horse, not your mother-in-law, so why do you use so much force? Use your strength on your waist!"

In the camp of the cavalry battalion, Zhao Guang was pointing at a small group of soldiers and yelling and swearing. He was a complete old bastard who had lost his good skin in vain.

Repeated battles in the past few years have left two scars on his face. It seems that this guy does not have the perverted dodge attributes of his father.

Yang Wanwan, who led Feng Yong and Guan Ji into the camp, was a little embarrassed and coughed, "General Zhao."

Zhao Guang turned around and saw Feng Yong and Guan Ji dressed in men's clothing. He quickly changed his face and trotted over: "Brother..."

Guan Jifeng raised her eyebrows.

Zhao Guang suddenly looked serious again: "The last general has seen the king!"

Feng Yong nodded and gestured over there: "What happened to those soldiers? Is there anyone in the cavalry camp who is not used to the new horse equipment?"

"Going back to the lord, they were just recruited from the reserve forces of the Yi Conscript Army. They are only a dozen people, so they won't be a problem."

Zhao Guang explained, and then turned to tell Yang Wanwan, "Wei Ran, please let people continue to train them, don't relax."

Then he personally led the two men to inspect the military camp.

"Brother, the commotion this time is so big. Could it be that we are really planning to march into Guanzhong?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense day by day, Zhao Guang finally couldn't help but asked quietly.

"Is this something you should worry about? Make good preparations and just obey the military orders. What you should worry about now is whether the soldiers of the cavalry battalion have rested."

Feng Yong scolded while inspecting the camp.

In the Xiaowei Mansion, only Feng Yong and Guan Ji knew the complete battle plan.

Even if Zhao Guang's relationship is unusual, confidentiality regulations should be enforced and must still be kept confidential.

"This crossing of the river is no different from ordinary actual combat training, except that there are dozens of casualties, and two or three days of rest are enough."

When Zhao Guanggang said this, he saw something wrong with Feng Yong's face and quickly explained:

"Brother, just don't worry. After returning this time, let alone the officers and soldiers in the camp, I have carefully inspected every war horse in the camp."

Feng Yong's face looked better, he nodded and said: "This is true."

Zhao Guang patted his chest and slapped the stainless steel cover loudly: "Brother, don't you understand me yet?"

"I don't dare to talk about other things, but this matter in the army, I am confident that I will not fall behind others."

Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "I believe in you because I believe in the old general's vision. It has nothing to do with whether you are my younger brother or not."
To be continued...