In March of the fourth year of Jianxing, Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, defeated the Ma Sebu tribe in Chan County.

When the news came back to Qiongdu, it happened to be April.

The weather in April is starting to get hotter.

The land reclamation in Qiongdu is in full swing.

The Sunshui River Valley is rich in water, and both sides of the river are flat land.

As long as you plan the place well, burn the wasteland, plow the land, clean up stones and other objects in the soil, and finally build dams, diversion channels, etc. on the river, you can quickly create a field.

The soil by the river is already fertile. Once the horse farm is on the right track, fertilization will be carried out and fertilization will be applied several times, and fertile land will emerge.

Feng Yong made an agreement with the leaders of the Yi people who participated in reclamation to open fifty acres of land. The Han people would get thirty acres, and the Yi people would get twenty acres. They would be allowed to settle in the plains and taught how to farm mulberry trees.

With a sharp knife in one hand and a gentle hand in the other, even if someone wants to say no and wants to go back to the mountains and continue to live happily as a local emperor, they have to consider whether their neck is strong enough.

It’s not that no one has thought of doing this before, but firstly, there are not enough troops. If you want to cultivate with peace of mind, you must have enough troops to deter.

Once you have enough troops, you must also have enough prestige.

The power of the Ghost King is scary enough in Nanzhong, but it is also a disguised prestige. At least the barbarians believe this, and the Ghost King personally guarantees it, so it still has credibility.

Thirdly, there is sufficient food supply.

Before the emergence of artifacts such as the Eight Niu Plow and the Quyu Plow, the cost of land reclamation was quite high. In the first two or three years, it was basically just investment but no output.

Who has the patience to support the Yi people for two or three years in vain?

The fourth thing is to have enough financial resources.

The most important thing is whether there is a prospect worth investing in, or a way to make money.

There are other things, such as enough cattle and so on.

With enough prestige, the imperial court is willing to send enough troops, has enough resources in hand, and can gather everyone's efforts to make everyone believe that there is money to be made in developing Yuejun...

Listed one by one, anyone who can meet all these conditions is basically just a country turtle.

To be honest, Feng Yong didn't like the reputation of the Ghost King, so he never cared about the influence the Ghost King had in Nanzhong.

Now that I came to Yuejun, I realized that the identity of the Ghost King was really like giving the barbarians some wisdom and increasing their aura of charm.

After giving the order, all the Yi people near Qiongdu obeyed.

After the Dongqu Tribe was defeated, even the leaders of the Yi tribes from far away began to come with gifts to pay homage to the Ghost King.

At this time, Feng Yong came back to his senses and wondered why when Old Demon Zhuge was in Nanzhong, he started asking Meng Huo and Huo Aji to make up stories about the Ghost King with their eyes open.

Even when the monument was erected in Wei County to swear an alliance, the ghost king appeared to witness it.

The intention is obvious, that is to continuously improve the reputation of the Ghost King.

Now it is much easier for me to do things in Yuejun because of the reputation of the Ghost King.

"Slow down, slow down, be careful, don't miss anything!"

At this time, King Feng Gui was wearing a straw hat, squatting on the temporary field bank, his fingers almost touching the mud, and he said urgently.

The bare-chested and bare-legged Yi child was covered in mud and was immersed in pulling at the mud.

Even because my back was facing the sun, caked gray-white mud had stuck to my body.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, he raised his head and grinned. He carefully picked up a ball of mud with both hands, placed it on the ridge of the field, and wiped it away with his hands. A loach the size of two fingers was revealed inside.

The loach was exposed to the air and immediately twisted its body a few times before trying to jump back into the field.

"Oh, so big! So dark and big!"

Feng Yong shouted.

The Yi child put his dexterous hands together, picked up the loach, and put it into the fish basket on the side.

"Twenty!" Feng Yong stretched out his two fingers and said seriously, "There are still eighty, so you can exchange them for a meat pie."

"Twenty, eighty."

The Yi child nodded, imitated Feng Yong, stretched out two fingers, and spoke inarticulately.

Then he babbled something to the children around him. They cheered and began to lower their heads and pull at the mud seriously.

The Yi people in the distance saw this Han official without any arrogance, squatting on the ground playing fish-catching games with his children, and couldn't help but reveal a simple and honest smile on their faces.

After these days of contact, in the impression of all of them, although this Han official wandered around all day long and did not do serious things, he also had the best temper and was the most generous.

At the same time, his hobby is a bit special, or a bit silly, and he is actually willing to exchange meat cakes for something in the mud.

No one expected that the most amiable Han official in front of them turned out to be the notorious Ghost King.

I saw another child coming over with a loach in his hands. King Feng Gui stretched out his head and looked at it. It was only the size of a pencil. He shook his head and said no.

The child nodded and threw the loach far away.

At this time, I heard someone commotion in the distance, and then the noise became louder and louder.

Feng Yong stood up and looked up, only to see someone running towards him.

"Sir, Prefect Meng has sent someone to deliver the news."

Among the Han officials, even the youngest Wei Rong had a certain deterrent effect on the Yi people because he controlled the distribution of grain.

Seeing Wei Rong running over, the Yi kid took a few steps back calmly.

"Oh, is there any news from Prefect Meng?"

When Feng Yong heard what Wei Rong said, he first waved his hand to the Yi children in the mud, indicating for them to continue, and then walked towards Wang Han who was waiting not far away.

"The last general has met Feng Changshi."

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Han who was sent here by Meng Yan. Feng Yong was a little surprised and asked, "Prefect Meng sent General Wang here, but what's the military situation?"

"Back to Chang Shi, a few days ago, Grand Administrator Meng defeated the horse-catching tribe in Chan County and sent his general back to report to Chang Shi."

Wang Han reported the good news to Feng Yong with a happy face.

"oh."

Feng Yong nodded, his expression unchanged.

It only took Zhang Ni ten days to defeat the Dongqu tribe. After all, Meng Yan was a man with no flying army who could carry Sima Yi to death. How could he be his opponent if he only captured the horse tribe?

"Has Taishou Meng ever come back?"

On the other hand, Wang Han saw that Feng Yong was calm and secretly admired his calmness. When he heard Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied, "Wei Zeng. Prefect Meng sent the final general back, firstly to escort the captured materials back, and secondly to

Bring more food and grass over there."

Hearing Wang Han's words, Feng Yong asked strangely, "Since the horse-catching tribe has been defeated, why haven't you returned to the army?"

"Back to Changshi, we fought with the horse-catching tribe in Chan County and captured the leader Wei Lang. Meng Yan saw that he was not convinced and let him go again, saying that he would go back and reorganize his troops and fight again. So the governor

Let the general come back and get some more food and grass."

Um?

Feng Yong touched his chin.

This move looks familiar, very familiar...

"What are the materials seized?"

"Two thousand horses, three hundred cattle, three thousand sheep, and other furs are irrelevant."

When Feng Tuchel heard this, his eyes widened immediately, "So many?!"

After destroying the Dongqu Department, the total number of cattle, sheep and horses seized was more than a thousand.

He originally thought that the Horse Seizing Tribe was a smaller tribe than the Dongqu Tribe and would not capture as much as the Dongqu Tribe, but he did not expect that Meng Yan's harvest would be so rich.

Wang Han grinned, "Almost everyone in the horse-catching department rides horses, and they make a living by catching horses and herding them, so there are naturally more cattle, sheep, and horses. That's all, we only counted the intact ones. Those who were injured and died were not counted.

Calculate."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Yongxi was moved, "That's great!"

After saying that, he pulled Wei Rong over and said, "How much do you want for this grain and grass? Just tell me, my disciple. He is the commander of the county, Bo, who is in charge of money and grain. I will allocate another thousand soldiers to go back with you."

Eshun was still chasing Dongkuiqu and the remnants of the Dongqu tribe in Su Qiyi. Zhang Ni brought back 1,500 soldiers and sent another 1,000 to help Meng Yan. There was no problem at all.

Even before the racecourse is built, there are already nearly 5,000 Yunnan horses, which is so exciting!

"Wei Rong, take General Wang down to rest first. If General Wang wants to eat something, just ask the people below to make it for General Wang."

"Yes." Wei Rong responded, "General Wang, please."

"Okay, thank you, Lord Wei."

"What would you like to eat, General Wang?"

"I'm almost throwing up just eating that dry food these days. It would be delicious if I could have a bowl of hot soup and some meatloaf!"

…

People are in high spirits after happy events. After the sun goes down, everyone calls it a day and Feng Yong carries the heavy fish basket back to his temporary residence in Qiongdu.
To be continued...