The Yan army cleared out the burned tent and rebuilt it. In less than two days, they looked like a pavilion.

Gongsun Xiu sat in the military tent. After a while, his personal soldiers brought the man up and pressed him to kneel down.

The man had backbone, and his hands were stolen. He refused to bend his knees, struggled desperately, and shouted: "You - let go... let me go!"

The two personal soldiers directly bent his knees and kicked them, and then they couldn't stop kneeling down and were pressed against their shoulders. The personal soldiers shouted, "Be honest."

Seeing that he was in his early forties, he didn't look very outstanding and his official position was not very high. He thought he was not a big shot, so he shrugged: "What's your name? Tell me to Gu."

The man snorted: "You are waiting for the Yan thief... it's not enough to listen to my name."

Gongsun Xiu smiled and said, "There are not many people who dare to be so arrogant in front of Gu. Gu captured 6,000 of you surrendered soldiers. One day Sima Yi asked me to release the prisoners in Yan State. Gu would also teach him who were surrendered, right?"

The man became more anxious when he heard this, and his words became even more stuttering: "Young... I'm talking nonsense, I'm not... I didn't surrender to the thief Yan, but I was captured by mistake."

Gongsun Xiu thought that this man was loyal to protecting the master. If it weren't for his rescue, he might have captured Sima Shi that night. He sneered: "What do you mean is not to take your life seriously? Well, Gu will kill you. When Sima Yi comes to ask for the captives, Gu will say that you are the first to surrender. Anyway, the dead will not speak. Please keep it in the underworld and talk."

The man was stunned. Unexpectedly, Gongsun Xiu would rather die than surrender than be arranged as surrendered soldiers. His cheeks turned pale and he whispered: "Deng...Ai Ai, my name is Deng Ai."

He was also shocked when he heard this. He looked at the man kneeling at his feet incredibly, frowned and said, "Are you Deng Ai?"

Deng Ai subconsciously looked up and looked at him squintly: "Not bad... Have you heard of my deeds?"

"I haven't heard of it-but your face is full of stories."

Gongsun Xiu rubbed his eyebrows and thought to himself that the guys he received these days were all generals who destroyed the country in history.

The last one was Yang Hu, an old general who had made the decision to destroy Wu in history; and the prisoner in front of him, who looked in a mess was the general of Wei who later divided his troops into two groups to attack Shu and destroyed Shu.

According to historical records, Deng Ai was born to stutter when speaking and stutter. When he called his name, he would always stutter as "Ai Ai". Zhou Chang also stuttered when speaking in the Western Han Dynasty. When he was nervous, he said, "I did not obey the orders of the time" and said for two consecutive days.

These two historical figures, nearly two hundred years apart, form a new idiom "Qiqiaiai" to describe a person who stutters and speaks fluently.

Gongsun Xiu remembered an old friend in his previous life. He claimed that the author of the online article was Linghu Chong, and he liked to arrange a few characters who talked about or stuttered in the novel. In this way, the chatterbox talked about Balabala and stuttered endlessly. He unknowingly added a lot of water to the content of the novel, and everyone called it the "water god".

Deng Ai was silent for a long time and said, "King Yan...you, are you going to be ready to kill me?"

"I didn't plan to kill you, but just now, you were robbed by Yan thief. If you don't kill him now, I can't find my face again."

He chuckled and thought to himself how such a talent could be killed. He smiled and said, "Deng Ai, you deliberately angered Gu to drag you out and behead you on the spot, so that you can avoid interrogation and leaking military information, torture, etc., right?"

Deng Ai was told the central story, and he remained silent, looking up and said, "No matter how much the King of Yan used to torture, I will not disclose military information."

Gongsun Xiu thought that you really respect yourself, so he couldn't help but ask: "Let's say what position you are in?"

Deng Ai's face turned red: "Here he lives in the country, he is a ritual of the Agriculture Gongcao."

He couldn't help but smile and shook his head and said, "What kind of important military information can you reveal, a small agricultural mastermind? I'm afraid that besides how much grain can grow in a mu of fields, how many rice and how many kilograms of bran can be divided into? Some of the things under my own subordinates know about them."

He knew that Deng Ai was both civil and military, but he deliberately aroused him. He knew that this man was not only good at using troops, but also good at managing government and military farming.

When Deng Ai heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head: "The King of Yan does not know the benefits of farming, and his troops are difficult to leave Liaodong. He can only resist one city and defend himself. The emperor in the south can protect himself. If he wants to do great things, he will never have a lifetime."

Gongsun Xiu did not comment, and felt pampering his talents in his heart, but he still looked disdainful: "As you said, where is the benefit of farming? It's just farming."

Deng Ai couldn't help but get angry. He was a little stuttering, but he was so excited that he didn't stutter: "Six hu and four dou are the clock, which is a thousand miles away, and one bell is reached in the army with twenty bells. The stone is one hundred and twenty kilograms. The method of transfer is to spend twenty stones to get one stone. The word " is a long time to spend."

Gongsun Xiu praised secretly in his heart, and a smile could not help but overflow from his face.

Deng Ai's calculation was very clear, and he calculated the maximum load unit that the baggage force could transport and the distance transported. For every 1,000 miles of grain, twenty minutes of grain was delivered to the front line, and only one minute was left, with a loss rate of up to 95%.

It was a long-distance war such as Liaodong that was almost a food transport that Wei State could not imagine. "The Art of War" records that "Anyone who set up a army of 100,000 and went to a thousand miles to fight, the people's expenses and the public's service cost a thousand gold a day. Internal and external disturbances, sluggish on the road and cannot handle the matter, will be 700,000 families."

A war of sending 100,000 troops affected at least 700,000 families not being able to engage in productive labor normally, seriously damaging their national strength.

When Deng Ai saw Gongsun Xiu not answering, he thought he was stopped by his question, and continued, "Can you understand this? If the King of Yan sends troops thousands of miles away, if he stations troops in a place and keeps off the border all year round, saving the time-consuming and labor-intensive parts in transporting grain, he can save millions of gold."

At the same time, it also describes how to get water and irrigate, how to arrange and plan, and how to sow every seed and harvest every convenient method.

Yang Zuo, Bei Yan, Lun Zhi, and Jia Fan all showed a look of admiration at the same time.

A genius.

Only these four words appeared in everyone's mind.

Gongsun Xiu laughed at the sky, bowed to the ground, and said admirably, "I heard you say something today to relieve the graves of the heart. Gentle just intentionally aroused you, not deliberately humiliating you. Deng Ai has such a talent, so he should be regarded as the military farming order for the entire Liaodong."

Deng Ai was stunned: "I? I... come to be your military farming order in Liaodong?"

For a moment, he felt dizzy and arrived at the military farming order from a small Dian Agricultural Master, and his promotion speed was comparable to jumping several levels in a row.

Gongsun Xiu said in a straightforward manner: "Since you have such a talent, why should you be a small agricultural master under Sima Yi's account? Since ancient times, even if a real man does not seek fame or profit, he still needs to show his ambitions and live up to what he has learned in his life."

Deng Ai felt that his mind was buzzing and a little unresponsive. Gongsun Xiu's words had a great impact on him. He was at forty years old and had been a military farmer for twenty years before he became a farmer. He was appreciated by Sima Yi for reporting food.
Chapter completed!