When he arrived at the Ruliuyan Camp, Zhoutai's eyes lit up.
From this morning, he saw many scenes of embarrassing after the flood. As the water gradually reduced, long lines of sand and gravel were left on the land on both sides of the water. It was the result of the deposition of sand and soil wrapped in floods. Below the sand and soil, broken corpses, torn tents and military flags appeared from time to time. To be honest, such a scene was so frustrating to the eyes of the soldiers.
And in Jiliuyan, he could hardly see such a scene.
Hundreds of soldiers were busy in an orderly manner. Some repaired the roads, some reset the barracks, some dug up the silted sand and soil, gathered the soldiers' bodies in one place to be buried or burned, and some transported the excavated sand and soil to other places, re-stuffing the flood-crashed dam and raised it.
Obviously they have been busy like this for several days. The large area of ​​land centered on Jiliuyan has been rectified to be decent, as if it is enough to accommodate a large army, as if it has not been damaged by floods!
When the Fan Dubo heard the news, Zhou Tai's eyes lit up.
This Du Bo is about the early twenties, with thick eyebrows and long eyes, handsome appearance, and dark skin. It is caused by the wind and sun all year round. It seems to be an old corpse, but when he comes to the state of the state, he has a spirit of Confucianism in his every move.
This Du Bo is definitely not an ordinary person!
Zhou Tai greeted him and introduced himself, and then took the Fuxin out.
Van Deng hurriedly paid a visit: "It turns out that I am engaged in the state, I have been relied on for a long time."
This great young man actually had a stuttering disease. Zhou Tai was a little regretful, and then he was happy again, because Van Deng's accent was the kind he was most familiar with.
"Is it a person from Jiyang under your feet?"
"It's right." Fan Deng's face was calm: "In the Xia clan, it is the branch of the Fan family in Shunyang, Nanxiang. His father moved to Jiyang and lived in the east gate of Jiyang for generations."
"Come on, I am also from Jiyang. I lived in Guangdeli, Jiyang in my early years... Haven't I ever had sex with my feet before?"
This means that it is to suspect that Fan Deng should be a scholar, how could he join the army, and why did he never meet Zhoutai?
Fan Deng sighed and said, "In the 17th year of Jian'an, the King of Wei moved the people of Jingzhou to the Central Plains to farm. My family was also in it. My father died of illness and the family was difficult, which forced me to join the army to make a living."
Zhou Tai smiled bitterly: "So that's it."
In the 17th year of Jian'an, the King of Wei led his troops into Jingzhou. The Southern General Cao Ren personally went south to Jiangling, besieged Jiangling City, and used a floating bridge to cross Bailizhou to hinder the Jingzhou naval army's support to Jiangling. Unexpectedly, Guan Yu used the old path of the Bings opened by Lei Yuan to transfer the downstream naval army to the upper reaches, turning the situation around in one fell swoop.
After the war, the King of Wei learned that Lei Yuan had been opening the old channel of the Bing River for a year, and through this channel, he continued to transport Jingman's specialties to the north.
The normal trade between the Cao and Liu families could not be carried out, but the trade demand between the two sides was still there, so many local clans in Xiangyang participated in underground smuggling trade. In order to ensure trade security, the news of dredging of the waterway was hidden and was not allowed to be learned by the Cao army. As a result, Cao Ren's troops suffered a great loss, and many other soldiers died in battle.
The King of Wei was furious about this and moved the people of Jingxiang to the Central Plains, ordering them to be converted into military households or military farmers as revenge for this situation. The emperor ordered hundreds of thousands of people to migrate and do it. But the number of suffering the people had to suffer was not considered at all.
The clan of Zhoutai served in Le Jin at that time, and this was the only way to escape the disaster. And like Fan Deng, a person who was implicated in troubled times and could not escape.
Zhou Tai felt emotion and immediately made up his mind.
Fan Deng was a fellow villager in Zhoutai. He was naturally the so-called village party, a trustworthy and reliable person. He seemed to be quite capable and able to win the hearts of his subordinates. Such a person should be his help in his career. What's more, the management of the Jiliuyan in front of him was so perfect, isn't it just right for the King of Wei to use it?
Thinking of this in my heart, Zhou Tai was not busy explaining it.
The marching of the King of Wei army was extraordinary. Even if his family made a decision, he had to carefully investigate it. At that moment, he exchanged greetings with Fan Deng, inquired about the surrounding situation and the movements of his army, and asked Fan Deng to lead the way and explore the camp.
Van Deng was diligent in accompanying him.
The activities in the Wei Palace of Zhoutai are indeed different from ordinary officials. He acted very meticulously, asking questions while walking, involving all aspects; and Fan Deng was really capable, but Zhoutai had any questions and answered them properly.
Ten days ago, when Ruzhou Tai asked this, Van Deng would inevitably reveal his fox tail.
But after the flood, many things were different. Most of the superior officers who had learned about the situation in Ji Liuyan were now fed fish and turtles. No one could tell the flaws that Deng Fan mentioned. At this time, most of the soldiers in the camp were saved by Deng Fan, and they respected him very much, which invisibly added credibility.
Deng Fan was really a fellow villager from Zhoutai and had really gone to Runan to work as a military farmer. However, after several years in Cangwu, his understanding of Cao's army was more detailed than before.
After the King of Wei moved the people of Jingxiang, commercial trade between the north and south of Jingzhou was once hindered. However, as the Hanzhong King's ruled area continued to expand, the city located in Lexiang County, Jingzhou was always a place where eight deserts competed for the gathering and the world was connected.
The exquisite brocade from Yizhou, the pearl tortoiseshell from Jiaozhou, the medicinal materials, lacquerware and porcelain from Jingzhou are all gathered here, and all the goods are longed for by the wealthy families in the Central Plains and Hebei. Therefore, although few people in Jingxiang went south to trade, the caravans north from Lexiang are more prosperous every year than before.
Even the generals under Cao Cao's command in Jingxiang were active in border trade, discussed business with merchants in Lexiang, and protected caravans from Jiangling and even Cangwu.
After all, those precious southern specialties were sold to Yecheng, and those high-ranking families who were increasingly fond of extravagant life could immediately get several times the benefits.
After all, the world is prosperous and prosperous, all comes for profit; the world is vast and the world is for profit. Who can refuse the money that is rumbling?
With the help of these people, the caravan of the Lei family in Lujiang was farthest to Dongping, Jibei and other places in Yanzhou, and was not far from the capital of the King of Wei. Even though merchants could not get any confidential news, it was not difficult for those who were interested in Deng Fan to obtain some information from it so that they could maintain their understanding of Cao's army.
Over the past ten days, Deng Fan has been talking about his experiences over and over again, and then filling in the details. The more he talks, the more he takes it seriously, and even he believes it himself. By this time, he has already become familiar with it and open his mouth. Occasionally, there are some things that need to be thought about, and he quickly organizes language through the time of stuttering, and never misses any flaws.
The two of them walked in and out of Liuyan for more than half an hour, and Zhoutai no longer felt hesitant.
This camp is well built, with a good surrounding terrain, and is more suitable for the distance from Lumen Mountain and Dengsai. More importantly, this Fan Dubo, who is in charge of this place, has outstanding talents and will definitely be able to cooperate with him and properly welcome the arrival of the King of Wei army.
He waved his left and right, stopped and smiled, "I know Bo Fan's talent! I have come here today, and there is an important thing that you and I must do together..."
Here comes! Here comes!
This sentence was like a thunderclap, causing Deng Fan's heart to pound wildly.
He was a Han army captain who should have led his troops to fight on the battlefield and killed the enemy and made achievements. Why did he take such a risk and work hard every day to wander in this camp that seemed to have no important status? Such a thing is so dangerous. In just a short period of time, the difficulties in it are really not worthy of being told to outsiders.
Why did he do this?
The purpose is this moment! The purpose is to be able to seize a special opportunity and build a wonderful skill!
Deng Fan was so excited that his voice trembled: "Ah... I'm engaged in the state, what are you going to do? Just come!"
Chapter completed!