In Guanzhong in April, there are scattered peanut trees and birds flying through the forest.

The spring scenery is pleasant, and the flowers in the southern mountains are blooming in the northern mountains. The poplar branches are blowing into thousands of lines, and the orioles are calling the couple to catch the morning breeze.

Deep among the flowers, there are flocks of cuckoos, flying here and there, chirping incessantly, embellishing the spring scenery very well.

"What a wonderful year, beautiful scenery!"

Feng Junhou stood on a mound outside Chang'an City, looking at the busy crowd in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.

Under his feet, the fortress originally built under Sima Yi's order has been turned into a mound and is about to be demolished by civilians at any time.

In the winter, many of the large and small fortresses were dismantled by the refugees who had gathered them and used them to make fires to keep warm.

At the beginning of spring, when faced with hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for food, Feng Junhou did not panic at all.

With the help of Secretary Zhang and Liangzhou’s rich experience in providing relief services.

The things outside Chang'an City that were originally used to block the Han army were being demolished one by one.

What should be bulldozed will be bulldozed, and what should be filled in will be filled in.

If the trenches were connected according to the terrain, many of them would be suitable for use as canals to divert water for irrigation, which would save the trouble of building water conservancy projects.

Of course, it is not just the issue of having a full meal that arouses the great enthusiasm of the people.

Instead, every time a construction site that has been designated in advance is cleared, a piece of farmland can be obtained on the plain north of the Weishui River.

Over the years, Sima Yi cultivated a large number of farmlands in Guanzhong.

The specific quantity is still being measured intensively.

And a considerable part of these farms were cultivated by Deng Ai himself. This man was indeed a master of farming.

Thinking of this, Feng Junhou couldn't help but feel a little regretful: What a pity for this person's talent.

"There is a serious shortage of grassroots personnel, and the speed of resuming production is far lower than the set goal."

Secretary Zhang held the folder and followed Feng Junhou, saying in a serious tone:

"We must find ways to add more grassroots personnel as soon as possible. Otherwise, except for the area near Chang'an, other places in Guanzhong may fall into the hands of local powerful people again before long."

After giving birth to a baby, Secretary Zhang has some feminine charm in her body.

If you add a pair of glasses, it will be a real favorite for the big boss.

Guanzhong was the capital of the Han Dynasty, and such things as right-wingers running amok were absolutely not allowed to happen.

Feng Junhou sighed:

"I understand the truth. It's just a short while. Where can I find so many people? I can't send soldiers from Hedong over, right?"

The east side of the river is also extremely important.

There is also Tongguan.

Before Tongguan was repaired, his little fat brother-in-law Feng Junhou secretly glanced at Secretary Zhang and it was impossible for him to leave for Chang'an.

Therefore, it is extremely important to repair Tongguan as soon as possible.

After taking a look at Secretary Zhang, Feng Junhou immediately turned his gaze to the south and murmured:

"It doesn't make sense. I said I arrived today, but it's already past noon and I haven't seen anyone yet."

Secretary Zhang also stood up on tiptoes and looked south, and said angrily:

"I don't care. You promised me anyway. If you don't send me some help today, I won't be able to spare you."

After hearing this, Feng Junhou quietly looked around.

The personal guards formed a circle and kept out all the other people.

Plus the noise all around.

Well, no one should be able to hear your whispers.

But seeing someone Feng being sanctimonious on the surface, his tone was extremely vulgar:

"Oh, I wonder why Mr. Xi can't forgive me?"

When Secretary Zhang heard this, her face turned slightly red. She glared at Feng Junhou and suddenly felt her legs were a little weak.

It shouldn't be. When he was preparing to leave Liangzhou, he was obviously begging for mercy.

How come more than a year has passed and the situation is reversed?

How does this old thing grow flowers from dead trees and spring from old trees?

"Bah! Shameless! I'm talking about business, I don't care!"

Secretary Zhang rebuked Feng Junhou righteously.

"Oh, it's business. Here, is that coming?"

Feng Junhou didn't care, and suddenly pointed forward and said something.

Secretary Zhang looked carefully and saw a thin snake appearing on the official road to the south.

If you look more carefully, you will see that the leader of the team is holding a flag high.

As we got closer, there was even a faint sound of shouting.

Zhang Xingyi listened carefully. After hearing clearly, a smile appeared on his face: "Here he comes!"

Singing while marching is an old tradition of Nanxiang people.

Military personnel, civilians, students, etc., without exception.

This team that is rushing in is the senior students who were transferred from the Royal Academy at the beginning of spring.

Guanzhong has been initially settled, and many wastes are waiting to be revitalized, and a lot of manpower is needed.

The students of the Royal Academy who were preparing to take the exam were suddenly transferred to Guanzhong by Feng Junhou.

Even the annual tradition of going to Nanjing Middle School for internship has been interrupted this year.

Each of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys wore leggings on their legs and a cowhide belt around their waists.

There is no shortage of kettles, towels, backpacks, etc., and it looks very capable.

Although their faces were full of exhaustion, they could not conceal their high spirits and longing for the future in their eyes.

Various legends passed down by the predecessors who went to Liangzhou to take the exam filled them with desire and passion.

The guard captain who escorted them along the way saw Feng Junhou standing at a high place early.

He immediately slapped the horse's butt, stirred up a burst of dust, rushed to the mound, turned over and dismounted: "Greetings to the Lord!"

"Get up, you've worked hard. Has it been smooth sailing along the way?"

Feng Junhou walked down the mound and asked.

"Back to the Lord, everything is fine. Except for five people sprained their legs and seven people fell ill, the rest can keep up."

The captain looked at Feng Junhou with reverence in his eyes:

"The men who came out of the academy know military orders very well, and I'm afraid even ordinary soldiers can't compare with them."

Looking at the standing posture of the captain in front of him, Feng Junhou asked with a smile:

"Which battalion did you belong to before?"

Escorting college students, ordinary people are not qualified to undertake this task.

All are directly delegated within Dongfeng Express.

Moreover, escorts also have certain requirements and must pass the political review.

Not only do you need to know how to organize a march, but you also need to have the force to fight against rioters and bandits.

Soldiers from the Nanxiang Department who have been discharged from the army are the top priority.

"Junhou, I have been in the army for seven years in Jianxing. I was selected into Modao Camp. Later, I followed Junhou to pacify the bandits. Finally, I was wounded in Xiaoguan and had to retire."

"Where is it hurt?"

The captain grinned and raised his left hand with five fingers, only the ring finger and little finger remaining.

The remaining palms were so bare that it was a bit shocking.

In stark contrast to the captain's bright smile, it seemed as if this was the medal he received when he followed the prince.

Feng Junhou laughed and patted him on the shoulder:

"How has your life been since you returned to your hometown?"

The captain chuckled:

"It's okay. Saburo in my family is quite promising, and he was recommended to the Royal Academy."

Then he pointed to the team behind:

"Sanlang is right there, so I applied for an escort this time. Thanks to Junhou, I have hope for the future!"

No wonder he smiled as if he had eaten magpie shit.
To be continued...