The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and snow falls in August! This poem talks about the weather in the north. Although the poem is quite exaggerated, the September has not yet passed, and the first winter snow has already fallen down, which is indeed early enough.

Moreover, unlike the snowfall in the Central Plains, Wang Hou has been in Qingzhou in recent years. Although the weather is cold, the first snow is often not too heavy, and there is a period of easing. But here? The heavy snow has no signs of stopping, and it will be drifting for a day. After it falls, the whole land is decorated in silver.

Then Wang Hou was frozen into a grandson again.

"Ah Yeh!"

I was probably a cat in my previous life. Wang Hou was not resistant to freezing before traveling, and after traveling, he was not resistant to freezing. He had just stayed in the living room for a while and had already snot coming out. While sneezing, this guy put his big cotton jacket tightly wrapped around his body and put it in another nest.

In front of him, the school, who had just drunk half a pound of Rizhao molasses wine, was covered in red, and even under the big cotton hat he was wearing, a trace of heat came out of the cracks on his neck. Holding his fists, the man respectfully paid homage.

"The Prime Minister led the seven armies to the end. He is expected to pass the winter again this winter. After the cold winter, he immediately led his army north to the frontier to solve the problem of Wuhuan in the three counties. Before that, the Prime Minister urgently hoped to see the provincial governor's garrison in Jieshi."

Wu Zhong is located north of Youzhou City, close to the edge of the old Han North Great Wall. In the later geography, it is between Beijing and Zunhua. Later dynasties is the heart of the Republic. The prosperous Wang Hou never could afford a toilet in the capital city for his whole life. But now it is a real barren land of barbarians and a bitter and cold frontier. Not far from here, it is the Tang Dynasty poets who are dreaming about and heart-wrenching Lu Long.

The grass outside Lulong was fat, and the swallows were still slim and the turtle was not flying. This place was already the border between farming civilization and nomadic civilization. Cao Cao's army stationed here was considered to have half of his foot on the battlefield, but the premise of this move was that the food and salary for the 100,000 troops to go out to fight was not in place.

This scene shows Cao Cao's trust in Wang Hou. You must know that once Wang Hou loses his time, at least one hundred thousand troops will return without success. Cao Cao loses all face and controls the four northern states even more unstable. If the remnants of Yuan and the Wuhuan people seize the opportunity and break the barrier, and like the Huns surrounded the Han Emperor Gaozu Bai Dengshan, and surrounded him in Wuzhong Ancient City, the possible consequence is that the entire army collapses. His action took great risks.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If Wang Hou really didn't get things done, Mr. Cao's anger could be imagined. Listening to the report of the messenger from the Military Statistics and Investigation Bureau of the Four Northern Prefectures, Wang Hou couldn't help but thrust his old face, and he let out a sigh of cold air and hummed sadly.

"This cold weather is not enough to be safe!"

"snort!"

No wonder Mr. Cao trusts Wang Hou. He has a "big spy" beside Wang Hou, and he still speaks well! Listening to Wang Hou complaining there, Cao Hongjie, who happened to come in with a charcoal brazier, deliberately pouted and hummed. The lady said, Wang Hou immediately jumped up like a Martian bullet entering his butt.

"When I go back to report to the Prime Minister, the grain has arrived, and the sea of ​​swords and fires are everywhere. Wang Tuqiu will not avoid it. At the end of January, a hundred thousand stones of grain will be a lot of stone. I will stock it up in Jieshi on time and ask the Prime Minister to accept it!"

"As for the order!"

Listening to Wang Hou's passionate words, the school who had drunk was even more excited. He then clasped his fists heavily, and then his sleeves were swung on his chest with a loud sleeve as loud as a opera, and the small flower hall where Wang Hou used to hold meetings and meet.

A sense of joy was filled with crystal clear face. When Cao Hongjie put down the brazier, he threw a charming look at Wang Hou, and then he left like a spring breeze. I guess there would be a surprise tonight.

After watching his wife go out with love, Wang Hou's brows still twitched slightly. His brothers were still clear about the accounts, and the same was true for Mr. Cao. When he was the prefect of Dongjun, he used prisoners of war to arrange the sergeant statistics and investigation bureau arranged by the four counties in Hebei like casting a net. Now Cao Cao has been slowly stripped and incorporated by Cao Cao, and is no longer his one-man show, but only his leader is his.

Deng Kai has reported to him several times that Mr. Cao summoned him to intervene in the Statistical Investigation Bureau, and there is a tendency to undermine him.

The Military Statistics and Investigation Bureau can be said to be a cross-age object, which has lowered the high-end spies like Su Qin and Zhang Yi from the Warring States Period to the civilian level, but it is more stringent and faster. Moreover, it is unprecedented to assemble counselors to form an intelligence analysis room.

They are a bit similar to the screening of big data in later generations, gathering together information collected by vendors, shop owners, vendors, and inconspicuous spies, screening out valuable news and deducing it, and improving an extremely important intelligence. This move played a major role in pacifying Hebei, and at least predicted the news of eight rebellions for President Cao.

But it is because of this importance that Mr. Cao increasingly cannot tolerate his control in the hands of others, even if that person is his son-in-law!

Perhaps it is time to take the initiative to hand over the intelligence department, but it cannot be handed over completely. A few nails must be buried in it. After all, one day the emperor and one day the ministers, and being in harmony with the monarch and ministers of General Cao does not mean that he can be in harmony with the second generation of Cao Cao and the third generation of Emperor Cao.

But this matter is not urgent! Moreover, there are other things that are far more imminent than the Military Investigation Bureau. Just as Wang Hou was flickering, Zhao Yun could not wait to stand up and clasp his fists at him.

"Prince, since the Prime Minister's military ration is in urgent need, will the barbarians in the northern border outside the city be solved now?"

How to resist the external injustice? Now, as Wang Hou’s important stronghold in Liaodong, Lianjiao City is still surrounded by the Gongsun family army! There are few generals who do not want to make achievements, and Wang Hou had promised him that Zhao Yun would play the leading role in this war.

But it has been seven or eight days since the war started, Lianjiao City has been in a defensive position. Wang Hou did not allow an attack to be launched and replaced Zhang Liao to command the Qingzhou Cavalry Regiment. He wanted to make a contribution to prove that Zhao Zilong, who is now very frustrated.

Not only him, Zhen Yao, who was made the prefect of Lianjiao by Wang Hou for his merits, couldn't help but become eager. After all, who would want the city under his command to be surrounded by tens of thousands of enemy troops?

He came to his senses and looked at Zhao Yun, led by Zhen Yao, and several Qingzhou civil servants and generals who participated in the military resolution were also eager to look at themselves. He stood up from the cold couch, and was trembling with the cold wind blowing in from the window. Wang Hou, who had a long nose, slipped to the edge of the bed in an admirable manner. While looking at the villa with envy, several servants actually crouched on the warm kang and roasted on the fire. He reached out and knocked off the ice slither that had just been made this morning.

"Well, it's time!"

"Prince Zhen, you will transfer grain from the warehouse at the foot of the mountain to load ships. You will be ordered to lead the Third Brigade of the Reserve Army to stand by at the port. In the past few days, I will go to the battle myself!"

Going to war? Loading ship??

Zhao Yun and other generals all had a few question marks on their heads. The enemy was just under the city, just open the city gate to fight. What ship should be loaded? And according to Wang Hou’s meaning, it seemed that there would be an expedition!

What medicine is sold in this state's gourd?
Chapter completed!