Lord Sinong didn't mean to blame at all, and Yanzhou Wenwu felt at ease.
Gao Shun had already been surrounded by the captain of the camp, and he was waiting beside the young man together with the teacher from the school brought by Meng Jian.
Fang Guang wrote the shape, structure, hardness, and distribution of the graphite mine on bamboo paper. After receiving the handwriting from Sinong, both civil and military, he flew towards the printing house.
"Your Excellency's coming to Yanzhou is naturally what we have dreamed of. I have already ordered the governor of Juancheng to prepare a government office in the city. The surrounding area is very empty. If Your Excellency wants to expand or renovate, it will be very convenient!"
"Master Fang, when it comes to hiring people, it's all the same for Zhen camp and Wenyuan!"
Zao Di smiled and told about the opening of the mansion. Gao Shun, who was based in Juancheng, usually cherished words like gold, but today, he made an exception and said a few words.
"Call me Datong, who is my lord, who is my lord? I am who I am."
"You are all my brothers. Before Yuan Benzhu was killed, it was the original government office that was the best."
"In a few days, two generals, Wen Yuan and Gao Shun, will go with me to Mount Tai to watch the sunrise, meet with General Zang, and discuss important matters!"
"Summer is coming. When Xuchang's summer grain harvest is finished, the prime minister will lead his troops here. Autumn will be the time for a decisive victory with Yuan Shao!"
"When I am here, in addition to preparing a large army of food and fodder, I also want to force Yuan Jun not to cross the Yellow River south, and to cause trouble to Yanzhou and Dongjun first!"
The young man weighed half of the foam iron in his hand, which contained too much carbon, and spoke out what was on his mind.
Regarding military matters, Zaodi and Meng Jian cannot say much. Zhang Liao and Gao Shun, the two big bosses in the Bingzhou Army, are well versed in the art of war.
The two of them had only heard of mobilizing soldiers from their own troops, but they had never thought that Fang Guang, who was far away in Juancheng, could actually mobilize soldiers from Hebei.
Zhang Liao and Gao Shun looked at each other, and Wen Yuan couldn't help but speak.
"Datong, Yuan Shao's military strategy is clear at a glance. It is the strategy of using the strong to bully the weak and going south to fight in Yanzhou!"
"Our army defeated Zhangxiu and captured Xuzhou, unlike Yuan Benchu who waited for his hard work and accumulated a lot of resources. The army still has three months to gather here. The Yellow River is so long and there are too many fords. It is difficult to hold them all and prevent Yuan's army from crossing the river!"
"Wen Yuan's meaning is also what I have in mind."
"Haha, Yuan Shao loves grand battles the most when it comes to military use. It's just that the beauty of military tactics is in his heart. There is no reason to follow Ye City's plan."
"I mobilized Yuan Shao with just one word of grain. Four hundred thousand soldiers from Hebei went south to fight. With Yuan Shao's temperament, he must have set up countless grain stations along the way!"
"Starting from next month, I will send Wenyuan and General Gao to lead the elite cavalry to enter Hebei and plunder Yuan's army's food routes!"
"That army is large and our army is elite. Yuan Shao has so many grain depots and cannot guard them all. He will definitely concentrate the grain in a few places. When the time comes, it will be time to make achievements!"
"Without the supply of food and fodder, even if we open all our doors and let Yuan Benzhu's army come south, he would not dare. When the Prime Minister arrives, he can complete his work in one battle!"
"Oh? This, plundering prefectures and counties, is something our army is already familiar with. However, Datong has orders and we should fight bravely to kill the enemy. No need to elaborate."
"It's just that the army is not very familiar with the landforms of Youzhou and Jizhou, and they are afraid of ruining Datong's plan if they lose their troops!"
Zhang Liao's mind was very clear and his logic was clear. Fang Guang secretly praised in his heart that the man in front of him was indeed the one who killed Tadun Chanyu and hunted down Sun Shiwan.
The young man smiled slightly, and a fat man appeared behind him.
"Farewell Tian Feng from Jizhou, Duke Hao of Yuan Dynasty is in our army now!"
"Tian Gong is determined to serve the Prime Minister. Who knows the Hebei landscape well? I will build a Jizhou and Youzhou sand table at the government office tomorrow!"
"We must let the lieutenant generals and captains of the army have a map of Hebei in their hearts!"
The corners of Fang Guang's mouth curled up and he said, "The battlefield in the north is too big. He is going to start commanding his heroes three-dimensionally!"
"I have only one request, and I ask Datong to restrain the soldiers under his command and not to hurt the vitality of the people of Hebei!"
"The great road of the world is in the hands of Sinong. One thought of benevolence can save thousands of lives!"
As a traitor, Tian Feng looked at the young man with determination in his eyes.
Fang Guang laughed loudly, patted the fat man's shoulder gently, and his face became serious.
"Don't worry, Mr. Tian, you will do what you promised! Not to mention that Zilong was born in Changshan, there are many generals under my command, and there are many descendants from Hebei!"
"I am also in Jizhou and have been hanging out together for many years. How can I not know that the people of Hebei are suffering!"
Fang Guang looked north, and his expression gradually became darker.
Zao Di and Meng Gong, under the light of the fire in the iron-making workshop, their faces flickered.
The two looked at each other and saw the relief and respect in each other's eyes.
A year later, Fang Guang's power has become even greater. Standing there now, he actually gives people the feeling of being important and inaccessible. In the world, except for Cao Cao, who has his own dignity, even Yuan Shao and Lu Bu lack the power of this eleven-year-old boy.
Thick!
That night, everyone in the Sinong Mansion Office in Juancheng and Yanzhou exchanged cups and drank happily. Even the head of the Xuzhou refugees in Dongjun, Old Man Xu, was invited to drink with him.
After drinking until midnight, the young man returned to the backyard drunk.
The four ladies have already made this place extremely cozy. Smelling the cool northern air, Sinong fell into a dream.
Hundreds of miles away from here, in a river valley on the outskirts of Xuchang, eighteen-year-old Sima Yi, wearing a high crown and brocade robe, looked at the kiln in front of him and began to breathe quickly.
Sima Zhongda, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, was extremely excited at this moment.
The kiln in front of him was actually 30% similar to the kilns in the Juancheng Valley. It was Sima Yi who built the Sima version of the blast furnace based on the Mancang Academy book and plagiarized Liu Ye's drawings.
Even though the Sima family has a profound background, this furnace also consumed an astonishing amount of money and food for Sima Fang.
If it weren't for Xun Yu, Chen Qun, and Zhong Yao's support, Sima Yi's brother Sima Lang would have pushed the stove over long ago.
"Second Young Master, the temperature of this kiln is too high. Several craftsmen have fallen down next to the skin bag. Can you please slow down?"
In front of Sima Yi, a servant of the Sima family stepped forward to report.
Sima Zhongda hummed softly, and his eyes fell on the old family member in front of him. The man in front of him was so shocked that sweat dripped from his back.
Although the second young master usually talks little and is polite to others, the servants of the Sima family are most afraid of this young man who has not turned his head since he was a child.
"Wait a minute? Sima Jiu, do you know how much money I spent on this kiln?"
"But if a craftsman falls, if one falls, just give me another one to make up for it!"
"The iron is coming out of the furnace at this time. Half a minute early, I will throw you into the fire door of the kiln!"
Sima Yi's tone was calm, but the servant named Sima Jiu knew that if the second master said he would throw someone away, he would definitely throw him away.
He did not dare to say any more, and after bowing, he retreated.
But a moment later, a man's cry was heard in front of the kiln. He thought it was a craftsman who fainted and could not get up.
"Fang Datong, if I make this thing first and control the first-class copper and iron road, half of the world's armor and horses will be in my hands. At that time, I don't see what else you, a country man, can rely on!"
"What kind of Guigu lineage can shake the family's heritage and the saint's path?"