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Chapter 130 Deng Ai
Deng Ai started farming, and there were good fields on both sides of the Wei River.

Numerous ditches connect the Weishui River, extend to the interior, and surround Wubao and Beacon Towers according to the terrain.

A field, a dock, and a beacon are like a small city.

Too many troops have no place to stand, and too few troops are no match for Wubao.

A field is a military unit.

The autumn harvest is over, and the farmers are still replanting crops such as beans and millet. Besides farm tools, they also have spears, bows and knives.

Some docks also have war horses.

Among the working farmers, there are always a few people with strong bodies and knotted arms.

It is not difficult to imagine that these farmers are not simple farmers.

You can cut people with a knife.

The Qin people established their country by farming and fighting.

The Northwest, with its strong folk customs, can only gain a foothold in farming and warfare.

A soldier is a farmer, and a farmer is also a soldier.

As for other places in Longyou, although they were also divided into military and civilian settlements, the farmers were no different from serfs, and they had neither the enthusiasm for farming nor the enthusiasm for guarding the soil.

It is very different from the bustling scene in Nan'an.

People at that time praised: Where Ai is, the wilderness is opened up, and the army and the people are both abundant.

Not a lie.

There is a saying in the art of war: The husband and general are the assistants of the country.If it is assisted by the Zhou Dynasty, the country will be strong, and if it is assisted by the gap, the country will be weak.

Deng Ai is not only good at soldiers, but also good at assisting the country. He is a real good general of the country.

It can be compared with Han general Zhao Chongguo.

Less than half a day after I arrived in Nan'an, I met four or five patrolling rangers along the way to interrogate them.

Yang Zheng took out the military badge of Wei Jun, and claimed to be the Guo family of Xiping, and went to Chang'an on important matters.

But You Qi still didn't want to let go, Liu Heng was about to explode on the spot, but Yang Zheng pressed him down.

In other people's land, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

The people were then taken to a field dock.

A group of farmers were plowing the fields, and a dozen soldiers were guarding all around.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but wonder, farming a field and making such a big show?
One of the peasants walked out, wearing a sackcloth, with sleeves and trousers rolled up, holding a leil in his hand, and looked at Yang Zheng with burning eyes.

Yang Zheng's whole body trembled, isn't this Nan'an prefect Deng Ai Deng Shizai?
Yang Zheng's impression of Deng Ai was too deep when he went to the military meeting at the beginning.

And now, just as deeply.

The prefect of a county works among the long acres.

In Cao Wei, who is becoming more and more flashy and extravagant, it is really rare.

The characters that Yang Zheng saw in his life, Cao Zhen, Xiahouxuan, Xiahouba, always had a bit of aristocratic aura on their bodies unintentionally.

Longxi generals, all have three wives and four concubines, a large house and good farmland...

"This, isn't this Longxi Capital, Captain Yang Xingyun?" When Deng Ai didn't speak, he was quite dignified, but when he spoke, there was always an inexplicable sense of joy.

Being recognized, it's meaningless to pretend, so he bowed his hands and said: "Longxi Yang Zheng pays his respects to Governor Deng."

If the other party had malicious intentions, they would not report their names, and would directly treat them as rebels and rebels.

The sharpness in Deng Ai's eyes dissipated, "In the first battle in the middle of the river, the child was rescued by the general and the general. I have not yet given thanks. I am passing through Nan'an today. I should do my best to show the friendship of the land and the landlord."

"As Wei Chen, it is a matter of duty to help each other."

Before Deng Ai and Guo Huai wore a pair of trousers, they never expected to talk so easily in private.

"Well said." Deng Ai was quite appreciative, "The big, big general gathered a mediocre crowd, I didn't expect that there are still, there are people who are worthy of use."

Yang Zheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

It's not easy to speak, and it's so outspoken.

Cao Shuang has all the power and is in the limelight. Although you are Sima Yi's dog, you can't say it so directly.

Deng Ai was originally a farmer, and he had never received Wei En in his life. If Sima Yi hadn't promoted him, he would probably still be squatting in the fields.

Deng Ai in history also seemed to have a bold and reckless temperament. More than ten thousand soldiers smuggled into Yinping alone and forced them to surrender to the Kingdom of Shu. Without an order, they rewarded him a lot, and worshiped General Liu Chanxing Hussars and the Prince of Shu Han as the captain of the chariot...

Violating the Sima family's taboo eventually led to death.

Yang Zheng cupped his fists and laughed dryly.

He is a big brother, he can say whatever he wants, but he dare not answer.

After all, it was Cao's bowl.

"Yang Du, Du Wei Shenyou, Binglue, it's a pity to stay under Xiahou's command. Madam and Fu have always cherished talents, so I can recommend one or two for you." Deng Ai actually dug a corner.

Yang Zheng also felt that it was a pity, but not for himself, but for him. He died for his monstrous contribution. In the Western Jin Dynasty, the Sima family did not take Deng Ai's contribution too seriously.

The sons were also sent to the Western Regions as slaves.

"Thank you for the kindness of the prefect. I still have military affairs with me, so I will leave now." Yang Zheng didn't dare to stay any longer. If news of today's incident spread, Deng Ai might be fine, so he couldn't tell.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Cao Shuang was surrounded by a lot of cronies and friends, and the atmosphere was smoky.

As for Sima Yi, Jiang Ji and Zhou Tai were all scheming.

Deng Ai laughed, "Then, there will be a period later."

"There will be a period later." Yang Zheng put his hands on his horse, bid farewell and left.

After Nan'an, pass through Tianshui, cross Fufeng, and enter Chang'an.

Just as a team of cavalry escorted more than a dozen prison cars, they came after them.

The cavalrymen on horseback are tall, with gorgeous armor, black silk sash, and blue cloak. They flutter with the wind while running, very gorgeous.

But Yang Zheng saw at a glance that these knights did not come out of the battlefield.

"Back off, back off!" Ma Lang Guan swung his whip and beat pedestrians at will.

Chang'an is the capital of Han, the head of Yongliang, how many people come in and out every day?
A dozen people were hit by horseshoes.

Fortunately, the cavalry was not fast, and the fallen man rolled and crawled to avoid the horse's hooves.

But including the city gate guards, no one dared to say a word.

He only dared to whisper behind his back.

"This is someone from Ting Wei's Mansion."

"I heard that they are arresting the Du family."

"The Du family is probably..."

Tingwei, the Du family?
Yang Zheng was startled, who else could there be in the Du family near Chang'an?
Isn't Du Shu the governor of Youzhou, the general who builds power with integrity?

Lost so quickly?
Inside the six or seven prison cars, there were more than a dozen men and women, all of whom looked rather bleak.

Yang Zheng suddenly saw Du Kuan, the doctor who used to look at him with his nostrils...

Since the Han and Wei dynasties, the extermination of the three clans has prevailed, and Wei Wu killed decisively. Kong Rong, Ma Chao, Zhang Miao, Dong Cheng, etc., were wiped out.

Today's Du family has long since declined.

In the general environment where Sima Yi and Cao Shuang are fighting for power, it is very likely that they will be killed as an example to deter other big clans that are dependent on Cao Shuang.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little worried about Du Yu.

There are no eggs under the covering nest.

In history, Du Yuren was reused by Sima Shi in his middle age.

But the arrival of Yang Zheng has changed the original track of history.

With the rise of Xiahouba, the struggle for power will only become more fierce.

How do you know if Du Yu will be the first batch of martyrs?
But among the prisoners, Yang Zheng didn't see Du Yu's shadow, and he didn't know how he was doing now.

After the cavalry entered the city, the city gate returned to calm.

Yang Zheng didn't have the heart to appreciate the scenery of Chang'an, and rushed to the Dudu's mansion in a hurry.

Xia Houxuan is not what it used to be today, there is a lot of traffic in front of the gate, and those who seek to see him are like carp crossing a river.

Yang Zheng had prepared for a long time, handed over the famous stab, and was led into the mansion by his servants.

Liu Heng and others rested in the side room.

However, the face of the governor of Yongliang is not so easy to see.

Yang Zheng waited in the guest room for a full hour, and there was no one to bring tea and water. He was tired and thirsty.

Ordinarily, Xia Houxuan would not have been like this before, and he didn't know if he had no time to deal with all kinds of situations, or he was deliberately cooling off.

If it's the latter, beware.

Thanks to so much, Yang Zheng has learned to be good, and his emotions are not visible.

After waiting for another hour, Yang Zheng's mouth was dry, tired and hungry.

I also don't know what Xia Houxuan meant.

This does not seem to be the way celebrities treat guests.

Just as his patience was gradually exhausted, two maids brought tea in.

As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the aroma.

A maid has a plump figure, her clothes are a little revealing, her eyebrows and eyes are coquettish, like a ripe fruit, and she looks at Yang Zheng with a hint of moisture in her eyes.

The other maid was dignified, with her head bowed and a veil on her face, staring at Yang Zheng from the corner of her eyes.

Yang Zheng is not a saint, so his attention was naturally attracted by the first maid.

Just look at it a few more times, and that's all.

What kind of screen has not been licked in future generations?
His eyes gradually returned to normal, and he was thirsty and hungry at the moment, and his gastrointestinal needs were greater than his physical needs.

And Yang Zheng wasn't stupid enough to mess with the maid in the Yongliang Governor's Mansion.

Shouting hands to the two maids, Yang Zheng took a bowl of tea and poured it into his mouth, and then picked up another bowl. He felt the aroma was tangy and didn't know what kind of tea it was, so he drank it down in one gulp.

With a "puchi", the dignified maid chuckled.

Yang Zheng laughed dryly, and felt that the maid's eyebrows were like distant blacks, and her eyes were like autumn water, which was quite attractive, but it was a pity that she was wearing a veil, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

He could only bow his hands to the second daughter, "Forgive me, forgive me."

After the second daughter withdrew, Yang Zheng felt more and more that Xia Houxuan was deliberately drying himself out.

He also got two maids to test his concentration.

It was only when the lights outside were lit that someone came to announce: "The governor is here to invite you."

Yang Zheng straightened his clothes, and suddenly found that the clothes he had prepared were not as decent as a servant...

"Subordinate Yang Zheng pays homage to the governor!" Yang Zheng bowed half-kneeling.

Xia Houxuan's eyebrows were lowered between the desks, he swiped his brush like flying, without even lifting his face, "Get up."

Yang Zheng stood up and stood aside.

It took about half a stick of incense before Xia Houxuan was busy with the work at hand, his brows relaxed, his eyes looked at Yang Zheng, and he said in a warm voice: "Everything is complicated, don't blame me if you neglect Xingyun."

Some of the resentment in Yang Zheng's heart disappeared with these words, "How dare you subordinates, the governor is the pillar of the country, and he takes care of everything every day, so take care of your health."

Xia Houxuan stared at Yang Zheng for a few breaths, as if he wanted to see if the words were sincere.

Human relations are world affairs, and human affairs are state affairs.

"Xingyun defeated Ye Wudai and made great contributions to the country." Xia Houxuan was in a good mood.

"Lai Dudu, Great Wei Shenwei, the subordinates were lucky to win." This sentence has elements of flattery.

Xiahou Xuan smiled faintly, "Xingyun is also 21 this year, I wonder if we can get married?"

Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Xia Houxuan.

If it was Xiahouba's fingering marriage, Yang Zheng could still fight a little bit, but if it was Xiahouxuan, Yang Zheng really couldn't refuse.

(End of this chapter)