Although Wu Ming only said that he had tried it on Ma, and although Zhou Lu said that this was just his random thoughts, Feng Yong had already confirmed it in his heart that this was definitely a good idea.

Don't ask me how I know.

Because I just know.

So Feng Yong asked Zhou Lu, "Are you interested in being a mule manager? Like Duanmuzhe."

The name Zhou Lu is really good.

Furnace, donkey, mule.

I heard it was destined to be destined.

Zhou Lu said "ah", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Feng Yong blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Wu Ming heard it clearly and asked in disbelief, "What kind of thing does Duanmuzhe do?"

Feng Yong nodded, "That's right."

Wu Ming got Feng Yong's sure answer, and slapped his backhand, then kicked his disciple hard, staggeringly and pressing his head, "Hurry, thank you quickly."

Zhou Lu bowed obediently, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Okay, OK," Feng Yong stopped his puppet-like movement. "I will send some good donkeys to come later. During this time, you can pick out the suitable mares of all the tribes of Pingxiang first and choose which one to choose."

"Pick it up, just tell me what you need. Even if you ask for it, you need someone, and you need food. I only have one requirement, that is, to produce the mules I need as soon as possible."

The young man who had just taken on a great job had turned red for the first time, and his whole body was trembling, and he kept saying, "The villain understands that the villain will definitely not let the Lord's wishes!"

Although Duanmuzhe was a naturalized Qianghu, there were not many people in Nanxiang who were higher than him, and there were even fewer people who could command him.

Not only was he the goal of the old men in Nanxiang, he was even an idol of many Qiang and Hu tribes in Longyou.

This time, even Wu Ming was at a loss.

Feng Yong waved his hand, "You guys think about this mule carefully, I'll go over there and take a look."

After saying that, they asked them to digest this matter well and turned around to find Xijun.

The city of Pingxiang City is not too big. All tribes moved by Feng Yong have set up one tent after another in the planned places outside the city in order.

At the same time, a small trading market was formed not far from Dongfeng Express’s camp.

There are often internal employees of Dongfeng Express who come to exchange some fur and other things with Qianghu to earn some extra money with them.

Now this small market has been requisitioned by Li Mu, and countless poor Qiang and Hu families have come over and look at the fairy-like Han woman standing there with pitiful eyes.

Whether it is selling yourself or selling your wife and children, I hope to have a full meal with her.

Under Li Mu's feet, there was a pile of food.

There is fried noodles and millet.

Guan Ji stood in the distance, watching Li Mu checking the women and children coming up one by one, and suddenly spoke to Feng Yong who had just found her, "I'm not as good as her."

Feng Yong stepped forward and held her hand, smiled slightly, "In my eyes, the world is not as good as you."

Guan Ji turned her head and her eyes were clear, "I'm not talking about this."

"What does Xijun want to say?"

Feng Tubi, who was wasting a affectionate look, coughed dryly and asked with a thick face without changing his face.

Guan Ji looked over there again and said softly, "I think of these Hu people, and when I think of the Han people, what is the difference between them?"

"I now understand why the late emperor, the Lord, and the uncle of the Zhang family have to work hard to restore the Han Dynasty for life, even though I have never regretted it. If the Han Dynasty can revive and the world is peaceful, and the things in front of me will no longer be reproduced, how good would it be if the Han Dynasty can revive, and the things in front of me will no longer appear in the Han people?"

Speaking of this, Guan Ji tightened Feng Yong's hand, turned her head, and had a hint of pleading in her eyes, "I remember Alang once told me that one general had achieved success and had thousands of bones bleed, but I don't know what the full text is?"

"The country and the country are in the war, how can we live in the people? Don't talk about being a marquis? One general will have the best result of his success."

"The country and the country enter the war, what's the plan for the people to live in? " Guan Ji murmured and read it again, looked at Li Mu again, and finally sighed again, "It's true! Alang's talent is really beyond the reach of ghosts and gods."

Feng Tubi's face felt slightly hot.

Guan Ji was immersed in the poetic sense and did not notice Feng Yong's expression. When she thought of the second half, she said again, "But this sentence 'Don't talk about being a marquis for you', I don't want Mr. Lang to do this."

“Why?”

"It is better to let Alang be appointed as a marquis instead of letting others be appointed as a marquis. People in the world criticize Alang for it, but I know that what Alang does is truly for the people."

Feng Yong said ashamed inwardly.

This is an era of worse than bad, I am just not as bad as others.

Guan Ji smiled at Feng Yongcan, "Don't forget it. At Yang'anguan, I promised that the Han Dynasty would be revived."

"I will never forget it!"

Feng Yong held Guan Ji's hand with a solemn expression.

Guan Ji's face showed a hint of blush. She looked around quietly and found that no one was looking at him. She then gently pinched his hand to show her reply, and then she broke free from his hand.

She stroked her hair, relieved her emotions, and suddenly smiled sly, "I remember, I read it to me when Ah Lang was reading it for me, but my general's success was so hard that I regret asking my husband to find a title."

"Now this general has achieved success and has thousands of bones woven, but he doesn't regret asking his husband to find a title where he went?"

"Ah?" Feng Yong was stunned, "Is this happening?"

Guan Ji gave him a blank look and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't make such a pretentious look in front of me. Could it be that Ah Lang still wants to speak cleverly to me?"

Feng Yong smiled, looked around and lowered his voice, "Xijun said just now, "I am beyond the reach of a certain talent, so this kind of article can't be heard by listening to it."

"The song just now was considered to be what I am happy about Xijun, but this song is just like this one, but I don't know what to exchange for Xijun?"

Guan Ji was not sure about his intention and frowned, "I want to listen to an article by Mr. Lang, but I still have to exchange it for something?"

Feng Tubi rubbed his hands and said shyly, "This poem is about the thoughts of the woman in the boudoir. You think, the boudoir..."

Guan Ji had been eating saliva for a long time, and after listening to the first half of the sentence, he knew what this person wanted to say in the second half of the sentence.

A hint of blush appeared on her face, she gritted her silver teeth, stretched out her hand like lightning, pinched his shoulder, and said angrily, "Where are so many rules?"

Although Feng Yong is not low, Guan Ji's figure is also tall. Her hands can easily fit on Feng Yong's shoulders and exert a little force!

Feng Tubi, who had a silver-shaped gun tip, said "Ouch" and immediately bent half of his body, "I said! I said! Let me let go first."

Guan Ji spat.

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to be sad, and she put on the green building in spring. Suddenly she saw the willows on the street, and regretted asking her husband to find a title."

Feng Yong dared not bargain anymore and quickly read it out.

Guan Ji was stunned and her hands were relaxed.

This poem does not meet the forefront, but it aroused her thoughts at once.

At the beginning of this spring, she was far away in the Vietnam War and heard the news of the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition. Although she pretended to be nothing on the surface, she was always worried about Feng Yong who was following the army.

I don't know how many nights she woke up from a nightmare.

The swords and guns on the battlefield were blind. What she feared the most was that one day something bad news came.

At that time, the scenes and the moods, and at this moment, this article actually made Guan Ji, who had always been strong, bit her lower lip and tears appeared in her eyes.

When Feng Tubi saw Guan Ji's appearance, his heart was also warm and affectionate.

At this moment, someone suddenly said in a bad mood next to him, "June, Madam, Liu Hun, a Qiang-gu, came to see his wife."

Guan Ji was shocked, wiped the corners of her eyes with her back, and her expression quickly returned to coldness. Then she turned around, "Liu Hun wants to see me? Isn't it Junhou?"

"He really said he wanted to see his wife."

The maid wearing a sword said.

Guan Ji brought a group of maids with swords and guns from Yue Shi, and was regarded as her guards.

This maid with a sword is one of them.

Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, and Feng Yong shrugged. It was obvious that he didn't know what was going on.

"Let him come."

Liu Hun was quickly brought over, and first bowed to Feng Yong, "I have met Junhou."

Then he clasped his fists at Guan Ji, "I met Guan and worked."

Um?

Feng Yong glanced at Liu Hun. This kid seemed to be a little wrong?

Although Guan Ji is in women's clothing, she is wearing tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and her movements are not as neat as a man. "I wonder what Liu is doing?"

Liu Hun glanced at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong held his hands behind his back and looked elsewhere, meaning that he did not mix.

"The Lord and Hou are in charge of the Lord and Hou are of high power and are in charge of the safety of Longyou. He is a wealthy person. Now that Longyou is now settled, people's hearts are unpredictable. We should protect the safety of the Lord and Hou. I wonder if Guan and Hou feel it?"

“This is nature.”

Guan Ji nodded.

"Now I only see that there are maids around Junhou. Although I have swords, if a villain attacks, I am afraid it will scatter like a frightened bird. How can I protect Junhou?"
To be continued...