When Sima Yue arrived in Xingyang, Shao Xun had just finished his inspection in Guangchengze and returned to Luliu Garden in Liang County to stay with his family.
The next step is to fight with iron horses, and he especially enjoys the tenderness and affection before going out for the battle.
On the Double Ninth Festival, Wu Qian reported that 1,200 new soldiers had been recruited.
Shao Xun ordered the Silver Spear Army's eighth building to be expanded to the eighth and ninth buildings on the spot, and a new tenth building to be established - the officers of this building will not be available until after the Chinese New Year next year, so they can only put up a show first.
Buildings eight, nine, and ten will stay behind, while buildings one to seven will go out. This is the plan that has been set.
Among the first seven buildings, the 600 people in the first building are the oldest, with an average military age of more than five years. They have experienced quite a lot of battles, starting from the Luoyang City Defense Battle, to the Battle of Chang'an, and then to the Northern Expedition to Jisang.
Wang Mi, he has no service and is quite experienced.
The archery skills of these 600 people can be considered as prodigies, after all, five years of non-stop training is not a guarantee.
His spear and sword skills are also quite impressive.
In addition to bows, knives, and guns, it is also very good to have an additional weapon for everyone to practice.
When facing the cavalry, some people used wooden poles and long Ke axes to hit people, some people used halberds or hooks and sickles to hook the horse's legs, and some people used swords and shields to kill the fallen enemies. The group tactics were very skillful.
It can be said that they have fully possessed the strength of the veterans before the Luoyang Chinese Army was destroyed, and are more versatile than them and can better adapt to complex battlefield environments.
The second and third buildings are somewhat less powerful than the first building, but not much worse.
The fourth and fifth buildings...
Basically, the lower the ranking of the buildings, the weaker the strength, and the overall trend is decreasing.
The sixth and seventh buildings are the worst in terms of strength, especially the sixth building. After all, the seventh building also defended Yushanwu and had a serious war experience, so the former is completely blank.
Whether this strength can deal with the Huns, he dare not say. After all, the Huns have been fighting in Bingzhou for many years, and their war experience is extremely rich. Even the farmers and herdsmen who were temporarily pulled out are better than Wang Mi.
Ji Sang and his gang of bandits were strong because they really fought a lot.
But what if it was Wang Mi? He asked his generals, and everyone burst into laughter. Wang Mi’s tribe was also called the army?
It's not like Shi Le couldn't fight.
When I went to Hebei the year before last, the strength of the Jisang tribe was also very weak, and they were only slightly stronger than Wang Mi.
But after all, two years have passed, and Shi Le's men are not the same people as Ji Sang at the time. Moreover, he has Wuhuan and Jie people in his hands, who can pull out tens of thousands of cavalry, so they must be dealt with carefully.
If it fails, the consequences will be serious.
Once the 4,200 silver spear soldiers brought out are destroyed, he may be able to barely stabilize the situation in Guangchengze and Xiangcheng, but at least half of the six years of hard work will be wasted, which is equivalent to a waste of three years, and the morale of the military will also be affected.
The prospect of protecting Luoyang became increasingly bleak.
But then again, he can actually withstand a major failure now! The fault tolerance rate has improved by no means a little bit.
Farming is indeed effective.
The sun is dappled and the shadows of the trees are dancing.
The breeze blows slowly and the flute plays melodiously.
Shao Xun lay down comfortably on the recliner, closed his eyes and fell asleep, relaxing.
A few steps outside the woods is a canal. The gurgling water flows quietly into the field along the gap opened in the field ridge.
The autumn harvest has long ended, and the gray fields have been plowed. After being soaked by the river water, the soil has become moist and soft.
In a few days, the wheat will be planted, which symbolizes hope for next year.
Shao Xun especially likes to lie by the woods, bathing in the sunshine and autumn wind, and looking at the golden fields.
This is his way of relaxing and can greatly relieve subconscious anxiety.
As for the underlying reason, he couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to "custom".
It turns out that I am such a layman who likes farming.
"What kind of person was Lu Zhu back then?" Shao Xun asked softly as his rough and strong hands stroked Song Yi's delicate face.
The flute sound stopped.
The girl who is only eighteen years old this year stood up and bowed, saying: "Female, chaste, quiet, and elegant."
A sneer came from the side.
Yang Xianrong, who was drinking chrysanthemum wine, glanced at Song Yi and said, "How dare you describe someone who entertains people with sex like this?"
Song Yi lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"Let's play "Plum Blossoms Fall"." Shao Xun waved his hand and said to Song Yi.
Song Yi blushed, sat back and played the flute.
Shao Xun's eyes retracted from Song Yi's ever-changing lips as he played the flute.
This little mouth has a lot of power, he really loves it.
Le Lanji sat behind a tall table nearby, stroking the piano in a leisurely manner, and she and Song Yi cooperated with each other, complementing each other.
Her eyes sometimes fell on Yang Xianrong, sometimes on Shao Xun's waist, and then her breath became a little unsteady.
It is said that during the Later Han Dynasty, Huanjing of Runan studied Taoism with Fei Changfang.
One day, the head of the house said: "On September 9th, your family will suffer a great disaster. You can ask your family members to make a scarlet gauze bag filled with dogwood and tie it to their arms. They can climb high and drink chrysanthemum wine to ward off the disaster."
Huan Jing did as he was told, and when he returned in the evening, all the livestock in his family died violently.
Although it is just a legend, it has been circulating for more than a hundred years. People at that time believed in it and gradually became a custom.
I don’t know who gave the dogwood bag to Lang Jun’s waist. Anyway, she saw it before she could give it away.
Yang Xianrong noticed Le Lanji's gaze, and his eyes dodge slightly, but his expression soon became calm.
On New Year's Day, Shao Xun accompanied her to light firecrackers, so what if she gave him a dogwood bag during the Double Ninth Festival?
This is called reciprocity, and it's normal.
"There is still a need for a dancer." Shao Xun sighed as he tapped the armrest with his right hand in harmony with the music.
Lan Ji pursed her lips, and the music sounded slightly resentful.
Yang Xianrong wanted to say something, but found that nothing was appropriate.
Shao Xun seemed unaware.
I heard from Concubine Pei that Princess Lu of Fan Yang is good at dancing and is even proficient in Hu dance from the Western Regions. It would be great if she could be invited to dance for her.
When a princess performs a dance, it gives people a different sense of satisfaction than when an ordinary dancer performs a dance. There is a huge difference.
Was I watching the dance? No, I was watching the conquest.
The sun is gradually setting.
Lan Ji went home to take care of her children, and Song Yi also got up and left.
"The first batch of rice has been harvested in Guangchengze." Yang Xianrong looked at Shao Xun and said softly.
Shao Xun turned to look at her.
Yang Xianrong's eyes were bright, with a hint of expectation.
After all, he was only twenty-two or three years old. In future generations, he would still be a college student.
This face is also really beautiful.
"The family leader said yesterday that Queen Hui sent five hundred bushes of Guangcheng rice and asked me to serve the Queen well." Shao Xun said with a smile.
"How are you going to repay the favor?" Yang Xianrong asked in a low voice.
"What does the Queen want?"
"Get rid of these two female musicians, Leshi and Songshi, and I will give you two more beautiful ones." Yang Xianrong turned to look at the empty wilderness in the distance and said.
Shao Xun smiled with joy.
Yang Xianrong's face was a little red.
Marquis Luyang held a large army, won many battles, and was attracted by all parties. Now his mood has improved. He is no longer as cautious in front of her as before, and he dares to laugh loudly.
"How much is the harvest per mu for the first batch of Guangcheng rice?" Shao Xun changed the subject and asked instead.
"No less than three hu of dendrobium." When Yang Xianrong mentioned this, she felt a little proud. She said: "More than 60 hectares of rice can yield close to 20,000 hu of dendrobium. Believe it or not, if I take this rice and sell it in Luoyang, it can be exchanged for
Come back with 60,000 dendrobium or even more corn."
"I believe it." Shao Xun said without hesitation.
Yang Xianrong was startled, maybe he didn't expect Shao Xun to believe it directly, thinking that he didn't know the value of rice.
During the Cao Wei Dynasty, the emperor often rewarded his officials with rice.
It also exists in dynasties.
Ordinary scholars want to eat rice. If they want to buy it urgently, they may not be able to buy it. They have to make an appointment with the store first and wait for many days before they can buy it home.
"It's boring." She put her hands on her cheeks again, looking at a few leaves fluttering in the wind, and said, "I've given you the harvested rice. Take it to reward the soldiers."
"Okay." Shao Xun was not polite and agreed directly.
With these 20,000 husks of rice, even if I didn’t catch even one hair during this expedition, the reward was still there.
Moreover, this is a "high-end food" that can only be enjoyed by people with a certain status, and it can especially boost morale.
"I will declare to my sons that this is a gift from Queen Hui." Shao Xun said again.
"Why?" Yang Xianrong turned his head and looked at him, puzzled.
"The soldiers will definitely be grateful to the queen after hearing this." Shao Xun looked into her eyes and said softly: "What happened in the past will never happen again."
Yang Xianrong trembled slightly, then said "hmm" and turned away again.
"The Queen is wise and talented, and can impress tens of thousands of soldiers in Guangchengze." Shao Xun walked to her side, looked at the fields in the distance, and said: "In the past, I was hampered by others and was unable to perform. From now on, I will have my ministers here, and the Queen will be able to do her best."
Use your wisdom and no one can harm you."
The evening breeze blew, but Yang Xianrong felt his heart loosen up. Many of the past that he did not want to recall, and many of the fears that were deeply hidden in his memory, seemed to have dissipated with the wind.
She raised her head and looked at Shao Xun with stern eyes. After a long time, she looked away and said softly: "As long as you train your troops and fight, I will take care of the money and food in the rear."
Shao Xun looked at Yang Xianrong with soft eyes.
Empress Hui, who had been freed from the gloom in her heart, seemed to have been retrained and became more calm, confident and beautiful.
This is the real beautiful sheep.
The irritable, gloomy, desperate and fearful Yang Xianrong before has probably disappeared forever.
Now there can’t be anyone saying that I just take money and don’t do anything, right?
On September 11, the third day after the Double Ninth Festival, Shao Xun left Liang County and led his army north to Luoyang.
A new journey has begun again.
Chapter completed!