"Little gadget? Brother, do you know that the truth contained in this thing is probably more profound than the way to kill Dong Zhuo!"
"It looks ordinary, but in fact it is based on principles that have never been mentioned in classics and history books. This Fang Guang is much more amazing than I expected!"
Fang Guang and Sima Yi couldn't help but express Fang Guang's approval in reply to his brother's words.
Sima Lang had not yet realized how vicious his younger brother's vision was.
"The instruments are well made and the city is well built, but the principle of the Spring and Autumn Period is that the public loses. Confucianism and Taoism are respected in the world. No matter how powerful the public loser is, can he be in the hall?"
"Brother, you are wrong. How can Fang Guang's talents be limited by Gongshu?"
"Look, this is what this person did under Cao Gong when I had nothing to do!"
"I spent some money and food to get information, but it was the most worthwhile time I spent!"
While Sima Yi was talking, he took out a piece of bamboo paper exuding fragrance from his arms, and Sima Lang took it curiously.
I saw several items listed on the bamboo paper, and the first column was farming.
Under farming, there are densely packed rows from fertilizers and settlements to barrel carts and curved shaft plows. Finally, there are two hundred and thirty thousand bushels of grain and grass that are eye-catching.
Looking at the ordnance, crossbows, harnesses, war horses, all the way to pasture, the military system implemented by Fang Guang in Dongjun is all clearly written!"
Sima Lang frowned after reading it, and then he realized why his younger brother admired the boy who was born as a yellow turban captain so much.
Si Kong Ling put his hand on his forehead and showed a gloating smile on his face.
"Zhongda, look at it this way. It's not an exaggeration to say that Fang Datong has the name of Qilin. Everyone in the family knows that you are the one who has been named Mo Qilin since childhood."
"Liu Xuande, who returned to the imperial family, is now running around everywhere, but talents like Fang Datong have been missed!"
"Isn't that an exaggeration? Brother, I have estimated that at least half of Duke Cao's strength comes from Yanzhou, and almost all of Yanzhou's horses, grain and fodder come from Dongjun!"
"Fang Guang alone is only half of Cao Cao's subordinates. How can this be ordinary?"
"Half wall, isn't this too much?"
"There are only more things, not less things. Brother, I know that my father, Mr. Zhong, and Mr. Hua look down on Fang Datong in their hearts!"
"Today I want to say that you should not offend this son easily. If it comes to a life-and-death situation, you should use a thunder blow to deal with him. Otherwise, you will suffer disaster!"
When the twelve-year-old Sima Yi said the last sentence, his eyes were serious, like a young adult, and the aura of a future hero was already revealed.
Sima Lang nodded slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"Zhongda, you have listed so many things here, but you don't have Fang Guang's friendship column!"
"Let me see, he was born in the Yellow Turban after all, and he doesn't know the nature of the world's heroes. Do you know that now at the Chancellor's Office and the Sikong Ling's yamen, everyone is spreading the news about Sun Ce's orders to Xuchang, which Fang Datong said!"
"What kind of virtue does Sun Bofu have with his father Sun Jian? No one in the world knows that if you don't mess with him, he will bite him twice, let alone help Duke Cao? Get the seal of Yangzhou Mu? If Fang Guang is really powerful, he won't
It would be so unreliable!”
"That's right, there are no all-rounders in the world. After all, only the high sect can reach all the hundreds of counties in Kyushu!"
Sima Lang's words were full of pride for his family lineage. Sima Yi knew his brother's nature, so he smiled and said nothing more. In his heart, he was also very doubtful as to why Fang Guang was so optimistic about Sun Jian.
"Brother, by the way, you are working in the Sikong Mansion Office. Did you know that the Chancellor's Office is where the Minister is chosen? This Mansion Office is the place where the government of a country is in charge!"
"Fang Guang, can you be the minister? In terms of talent and learning, he must have it. He is proficient in hundreds of ways. I think he is the most suitable to be in charge of the minister's desk!"
"Zhongda, are you kidding me? Let the Yellow Turban Army take charge of the Shangshu desk. The whole world will be upset. I heard that it is decided that Xun Wenruo will be in charge of the Shangshu line!"
"The Xun family's family background is similar to mine. He can be a minister, but he can barely do it. Xun Yu is a talented nephew. He is competing with others in farming. It really loses the family's face. Even if he wins, what's the point?
Boasting?"
Halfway through Sima Lang's words, Sima Yi turned a deaf ear. I don't know why, but when he heard that Fang Guang could not serve as Shangshu Ling and be in charge of the world's miscellaneous affairs, this hero couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief!
The aristocratic families in Jiangdong, Kuaiji, and Xuchang City all laughed at Fang Guang for not knowing enough about people and not being able to see through the ferocious tigers in Jiangdong.
Hua Xin, the envoy from Xuchang, has already arrived at Wu County from Yuzhou with his followers.
A group of dozens of people stood guard at the gate of Wujun City and had already delivered Cao Cao's letter and the letter Fang Guang asked him to bring.
Everyone was waiting for Sun Ce to tell them what to do, and everyone had a look of panic on their faces.
Hua Xin's mood was somewhat uneasy. Sun Ce was moody and had a reputation as bad as Sun Jian's. Ordinary children from aristocratic families in the Central Plains were really not willing to deal with him.
This time I was assigned by Cao Cao, and I didn't believe at all that the tiger would take the little emperor of Xuchang seriously.
In his opinion, Fang Guang is still naive, thinking that just having a drink can make him friends.
Just when Hua Xin was thinking wildly, thinking that if Sun Ce didn't even see him, he would get out of the way immediately, the deafening sound of horse hooves came from Kuaiji City.
A group of people rushed out of the city on horseback. The leader was wearing a plain robe. The tiger skin embellishment on his neck and shoulders was particularly conspicuous. Who could he be if he wasn't Sun Ce?
Hua Xin never imagined that Sun Ce would actually come out to greet him in person. He was half-horrified and half-loved, and stayed where he was. He only reacted when everyone from Jiangdong came in front of him.
"Xuchang Hua Ziyu, I have seen Bo Fu, the prefect of Wu County. How could I be so virtuous and capable that I dare bother Bo Fu to come out to greet him in person?"
Hua Xin is still a child of an aristocratic family and is full of character.
Sun Ce smiled and spoke, interrupting Hua Xin's self-introduction. He had no interest in the stiff-looking man in front of him. What he was thinking about was Fang Guang, who got him drunk.
"I accept it, I accept it, Yangzhou Mu, right? Isn't it the same as Datong, and will be ministers of the same dynasty in the future?"
"Ma De, after just one drink, you have to work hard for him. The people under Cao Gong's sect are really very precise in their abacus!"
Sun Ce had a sunny smile on his face and blamed Fang Guang, but there was no hint of genuine complaint.
Behind Sun Ce, a young man with a beautiful face, like a woman, looked at Hua Xin in a daze, his face turned red, and he asked in a low voice.
"Hua Gong, I am Zhou Gongjin of Lujiang! The Datong letter said that I have brought his new handwriting, as well as the day's wine, perfume and so on?"
"Maybe take it out and take a look. We are in Jiangdong and have been waiting anxiously for this day!"
When Hua Xin heard Zhou Yu's name, he quickly bowed his hands and saluted. The envoy from Xuchang turned around and gave a few instructions. He had already used his entourage to take out four or five large cloth bags from the horse!
"Okay, I can drink good wine again. Ever since Xuchang and his entourage, the wine from Wu County has become better than horse urine!"
"Cheng Pu has been showing off in front of me every day, saying that the wine we drink is definitely not as good as the Luoyang green plum he and the late lord drank. This time I want him to be convinced!"