Royal Road

All the way from the county town back to Liang Mansion, in just two days, the number of refugees following the motorcade went from two to sixty. Seeing these refugees, Aliang complained with a headache on his face: "Lord Lang, now we have missed the winter wheat planting. How should these people be placed?"

"If you missed winter wheat and spring wheat, let them be placed in Xiahuai Village first. Mix more bran in the rations, so that people who are not hungry will do. There are also shacks to be built by themselves, so you can’t let them rest all at once. The surrounding land is also Take advantage of the cold weather and plow deeply, and it will be better to plant wheat in the spring." Liang Feng didn't care, and ordered.

No matter how much food is stored, it is not a problem to accommodate such an infinite number of refugees. However, Aliang just opened his mouth and still agreed. Human hearts are long in flesh, and seeing this group of poor people who are obviously about to starve to death and freeze to death, who really bears the heart to drive them to death?

After the refugees were arranged, Liang Feng was dragged by Luzhu to a medicated bath. The previous horse gallop had a good relief effect, but there were also many side effects. Suddenly receiving the wind, this extremely weak body was not blessed, and there was heat that night. In addition to excessive force when the horse is shocked, the entire back and thighs are also aching. The two compartments are superimposed, and a hot bath is obviously a good idea.

Sitting in the steaming bathtub, and sending out the green bamboo like the mother chicken, Liang Feng let out a long sigh of relief and leaned his head on the bathtub. After lying down for a while, he suddenly asked, "Yi Yan, how many people are there in the camp?"

Yi Yan did not follow up to the bath room, but guarded the door like a competent guard. Hearing the question, he did not turn around, so he replied: "Thirty-five spearmen, fifteen swordsmen and shields, ten cavalry, and ten archers. There are seventy soldiers. There are also assistants. One hundred and twenty soldiers, all trained in the gun formation, have not seen blood yet."

Liang's Mansion now has almost a thousand people, and only 70 soldiers have been elected. These are all real professional soldiers. Although the arms are slightly differentiated, their physical conditions and training foundation are very solid, and each has seen blood, so they can be regarded as veterans. And the one hundred and twenty auxiliary soldiers were farmers who had been training since the slack in the farming. They all started with the gun formation, and they also had some discipline.

Liang Feng nodded slightly: "The regular soldiers first control the number, and the auxiliary soldiers can be increased. When the slack is in the agricultural slack, those young and strong laborers can practice, so as to avoid the defensive emptiness on Zhuangzi when the regular soldiers go out. There are also refugees, which can be selected appropriately. These conditions are good, as candidates."

Anyway, there is no farm work now, and it is all about raising people, so it's better to choose some good physical condition as the army.

"Subordinates understand." Yi Yan replied.

"Choose some more from the auxiliary soldiers, arrange outposts, and patrol the farms. Now that there are more refugees, the discipline must be taken care of so that troubles cannot occur." Liang Feng said again.

"Subordinates understand."

"Exercise on fire fighting should also be conducted, and fire prevention knowledge should be popularized for them. In case of danger, the camp should take the lead."

"Subordinates understand."

Following the three "subordinates understand", Liang Feng frowned slightly. He sat up halfway from the bathtub, leaned against the basin, looked at the stiff young man at the door, and said after a while: "Why, are you still angry with me?"

In the past two days, Yi Yan had barely spoken, just a shadow that seemed to stick to his side. Whether it was driving the car outside or returning home today, it was all quiet and dead. Is this irritating that he rode a horse and almost made trouble?

"Subordinates don't dare." Yi Yan replied, but he still didn't look back.

Liang Feng couldn't help but smiled bitterly, and slowed down his voice: "I was reckless that day, and I won't do it again in the future."

It was shocked and feverish again, and Lu Zhu cried to him. It was not incomprehensible that Yi Yan had a little temper when he personally saved his own. However, Liang Feng is not very good at coaxing young girls to coax such young men.

This time, Yi Yan was silent for a moment before repliing: "The subordinates only hate themselves and cannot share the worries for the master."

In the past two days, it was difficult for Yi Yan to distinguish his emotions. When that kind of innocence and fearlessness retreated, he found that he was not what he had originally thought, he was able to open his arms and completely protect the person beside him. On the contrary, he knows too little, he can neither make money nor understand poetry, nor can he guess what the lord is worried about.

He is just like a bird with its wings not dried, protected by the lord's wings. All he knew belonged to the bishop. What I own is also given by the lord. From the inside out, he had already carved the mark of the lord, but he was ignorant and thought he was protecting this person.

This sudden cognition made him a little confused and unwilling. But even so, he still wanted to stay by his side.

Unexpectedly, this is what Yiyan is awkward. Is his anxiety affecting him? Liang Feng smiled: "The ruler is short, the inch is long. Just like I won't let Aliang manage the accounts, let Zhou Kan do business, and let Jiang Ni lead the army. Everyone must have their own position, you already Well done. Without you, there wouldn't be the current Yongrui camp."

The man's voice was as gentle as ever. Yi Yan closed his eyes slightly: "Subordinates should do better."

"You will." Liang Feng said without hesitation in his voice, "You never let me down."

The heart beats again, but it's not the **** pulsation of the past, but it seems that the whole is soaked in the warm water, sour and astringent. At this time, Lu Zhu led the servants back: "Langjun, it's time to add hot soup."

"I'm coming." Yi Yanyan took the wooden barrel carried by the servant and walked into the room.

The man was unprepared, lying lazily in the tub, with his white arms on the side of the basin, a few strands of black hair slipped out and scattered in the water. However, Yi Yan didn't raise his head, just stood by with his head down, letting the green bamboo take out the hot water one by one and adjust the water temperature. The sound of the water rushes, the fragrance of medicine is tangy, and it also brings out peace of mind.

After spending almost half an hour in the bathtub, Liang Feng returned to the room. The charcoal fire had been ignited a long time ago, the green bamboo wiped the wet hair on his head carefully, and said softly: "Lang Jun, the journey is tired, you should rest earlier."

Liang Feng didn't agree, thought for a while, and said, "Bring Rong'er here."

Unexpectedly, he would call Xiao Langjun over at this time. It seemed that something was going on. Lu Zhu went out immediately and ordered his servants. After a while, the little guy hurried over.

"Father, you are back from the county town. Is your body okay?" Liang Rong asked when he entered the door.

Liang Feng smiled and said, "I have nothing to do for my father, but there are some things that I want to ask you. Come, sit here."

Liang Rong was a little unclear, but he still sat beside Liang Feng obediently. After hesitating for a moment, Liang Feng said, "Rong'er, do you want to go to the county town to study?"

Unexpectedly, this was what he asked, Liang Rong was taken aback for a moment: "Father wants to send me to the county town?"

Seeing the little guy's somewhat frightened expression, Liang Feng stretched out his hand and touched his face: "I'm asking you, do you want to go?"

As if only to react, Liang Rong immediately grasped Liang Feng's sleeve firmly: "I want to be with Grandpa!"

"Of course you will be with me. But in another year, you will be the age to go to school, and you should go to school." This is also something Liang Feng has been thinking about in recent days.

Liang Rong is almost six years old. Children at this age should go to elementary school. Regardless of what you are studying, always get in touch with other children and lay a foundation for reading at the same time. Literacy, arithmetic, Chaoyu or Zhou Kan can handle it, but what about Confucianism? Liang Rong is not him after all, but a child of this age. If you don't have a foundation in Confucian classics at all, I'm afraid it will be a little sad.

Not to mention, this big house with no peers at all will have an impact on him. Liang Rong was not bad, but too good. He was so young and mature and lost his childish nature. Would it be better if I went to school?

If you don't be a parent, you don't know what your parents want. Liang Feng now has some experience, facing the child, some things are really troublesome. Therefore, after the initial surprise and the clarification of the scripture, he also began to hesitate whether it would be better for him to let Liang Rong go to Cui Mansion to study. Cui You is a great scholar after all!

Hearing what Liang Feng said, Liang Rong's complexion eased. The little hand held Liang Feng's long sleeve for a moment, and he whispered: "Can't you go to school at home? The county is too far away..."

Seeing the little guy's timid expression, Liang Feng couldn't help but smiled: "Is Rong Er afraid of leaving home?"

Liang Rong shook his head: "Rong'er is not afraid. But Father's health is not good, Rong'er has to stay by his father's side."

These words literally pierced Liang Feng's heart, and he gently touched Liang Rong's head: "Then try hard to recover for the father, Rong'er should also work hard to go to school. Is this good?"

Biting his lip, Liang Rong whispered: "Okay."

Seeing Liang Rong's small appearance, Liang Feng sighed: "Rong'er is not afraid, no matter where the father is, Rong'er will not be left behind."

These words seemed to finally appease Liang Rong, he nodded, very lightly, like a little cat rubbing against the palm of a person's palm.

It seems that Cui's affairs should wait for a while. Anyway, there is still another year. Let's see what Liang Rong will think when he grows up next year.

Coaxed the little guy, let Chao Yu lead out, Liang Feng lay on the soft bed and closed his eyes.

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"Ahhhhh...dead! All dead!"

Outside the shed, there was a cry of exhaustion, and a scrawny woman fell to the ground in tears, looking crazy. Behind her, a Xiongnu man stared at the dead horse in the shed, his complexion pale. This is the third horse in his family to die of starvation. How many horses can one family keep? The sheep are gone, and the horses are gone. How will we survive next year?

After looking so dumbly for a while, the man turned his head and strode towards the distant hills. In winter, the vegetation was withered, and the hills were bare, with nothing but desolate gray and brown. The northwest wind howled, piercing through his old leather jacket. However, the man kept his eyes fixed, looking at a house somewhere down the mountain. A few generations ago, they stopped living in tents and moved to houses of the Han people, but who would have thought that there are such houses that can be so luxurious!

That is Qianqichang's house. Qian Qichang said that this year's food prices have risen, and the amount of rice replaced by sheepskin is not as good as half of previous years. However, the price of food has risen, why doesn't the price of leather rise? Qian Qichang said that this year's big account has an order, and it is not allowed to sell leather goods privately, only to the account. But why did the caravan go and take away one caravan after another? Chief Qianqi also said...said the same thing, but the lights in his house never went out!

The grass on the mountain was long enough for the horse to eat. His wife took out the grain from her mouth and fed the horse, but she died. Without horses and sheep, how can his family survive next year?

As if growing on the top of a mountain, the man stared at the mansion down the mountain, his eyes almost bleeding. I don't know how long it took, a voice rang in his ear: "Age, go back. Quickly kill the horse, and there will be some meat for the winter..."

The man didn't answer his voice, but said quietly: "Aron, do you know Hao San?"

The person behind him was shocked: "Age, you don't want to go wrong! Hao San and the others have been suppressed!"

A few years ago, there was a disturbance in Gu Yuan, and a Huns named Hao San became hungry and poor and rebelled. After raising his troops, he encumbered the Qiang and Lu Shuihu, with tens of thousands of troops. These people broke through the Shangdang county city and then moved to Yongzhou, where they went through turmoil. It took the Jin people four years to finally get rid of them all.

They are all aware of this matter, and they know it well.

However, the man didn't stop, he still whispered in that chilling voice: "They died, but before they died, they must have eaten, put on warm clothes, and lived in the house below. Be happy. I am going to die too. I have never been happy."

It was like a ghost whispering. The people behind him suddenly closed their mouths and stopped talking. The wind whispered in the ears of the two of them, like howling a ghost, howling a wolf, or laughing wildly. In the end, the man also laughed: "Aron, do you want to eat before you die?"

That night, the house at the foot of the mountain burned up, and the fire light illuminated the sky. A Huns man walked out of the fire with a **** scimitar in one hand and a man's head in the other.

"Qianqi Chang is dead! He divided his possessions!"

After a deathly silence, some people screamed wildly, others screamed, and more people rushed into the mansion without fear of the fire.

"Lu Ge, you killed Qianqi Chief, the nobles in the big tent will not let us go!"

"I know. We can go east. I heard people say that the high capital city to the east has a commercial road. There must be a lot of money and a lot of food in the city. Let's grab it and go west again! Just like Hao San did. , Have a full meal and put on warm clothes!"

In his hoarse roar, countless people also roared. The red light illuminates their hideous and excited faces.