Of course, it is one thing to be able to fight hard, but it is another thing to think about fighting hard.

Pan Feng would not consume the lives of the soldiers under his command in this way.

"General, since Kong Beihai is in a hurry, are we going to rescue them?" Yan Liang asked.

The generals present at the meeting looked at Pan Feng and waited for Pan Feng's order.

Nowadays, there are only Beihai Kingdom and Donglai County among the counties in Qingzhou, which are still peaceful, and the Yellow Turbans have already been raging in the lives of the people in other places.

In the eyes of the generals, Pan Feng should send troops to rescue Kong Rong. After all, Kong Rong is still a great scholar in the world. If he receives his support, Han Fu's entry into Qingzhou will be very smooth.

However, Pan Feng shook his head: "It's winter now, and the soldiers are wearing thin clothes. How can they resist the severe cold outside? If we are waiting for the march, we will have a large number of soldiers slumped under the cold wind before we can reach the boundary of Beihai."

"Even if you want to advance, you have to wait for the second young master's support army to arrive. We can only replenish our supplies and then advance eastward."

After Pan Feng finished speaking, Gao Lan hesitated a little: "General, if the lord knows that we will not save Kong Beihai when we see death, I am afraid that the lord will blame him."

People present know a little about what kind of temperament Han Fu is. As a descendant of Confucius, Han Fu still has some good impression of him, but the two are far apart, so they are not too close.

But if Han Fu knew that Pan Feng was capable of saving Kong Rong but did not go to save him, he might blame Pan Feng, and even punish him.

After Gao Lan finished speaking, Zhang He, a good assistant, stood up again.

"Jing Sheng was too worried, and the general was honest. The weather is indeed not suitable for the soldiers to travel long distances. At that time, maybe Kong Beihai would not be able to save him, but instead brought his own people in."

"Besides, the lord is also a wise lord. He will not blame the general for such a thing. Now the second prince's army is on the way. Even if he really wants to save it, he will have to wait for the second prince's men to take over the current position of our soldiers. Otherwise, will the Yellow Turbans in the city be abandoned like this?"

Gao Lan scratched his head awkwardly: "I think it's one-sided, but Jun Yi's brain is flexible."

Pan Feng smiled faintly: "Okay, let's put Kong Beihai's affairs aside first. I think he will not have any problems in the short term. Even if he really wants to move troops in Dong, he will have to wait until the New Year."

Speaking of which, Pan Feng did not celebrate the New Year at home after traveling through time, and every time he was away, it was because of military affairs. However, compared with the previous year, this time it was obviously much easier.

At least you don’t have to run around and fight now, and you don’t have to worry about being attacked by Jizhou in the rear.

After learning that Pan Feng was not going to send troops to Beihai, everyone's expressions relaxed.

You can have a safe New Year.

......

New Year's Eve is the prosperous festival of the year, but this year's Pingyuan City is slightly depressed even on New Year's Eve.

After years of rampage of the Yellow Turbans and being directly breached the city gate a few months ago, nearly half of the people in the Pingyuan City were killed or injured. None of the people who survived now did not die at the hands of the Yellow Turbans.

However, the sadness of the people has always been so cheap. The dead are gone, and the living are still alive. Spending every day safely has become the greatest expectation of the people in Pingyuan City.

Pan Feng rode the red rabbit on the sparsely populated street, looking at the occasionally passing people on both sides. These people either looked numb or looked sad, and rarely smiled happily.

Looking at these, Pan Feng felt a little uncomfortable.

As a modern person who travels through time, Pan Feng actually does not have a strong concept of New Year's Eve, but he still remembers the laughter and joy during the New Year, and still remembers that it was a relatively leisure time.

However, leisure and laughter are really too difficult for the people today!

Not long after leaving, Pan Feng couldn't stand this lifeless atmosphere and took his personal guards back to his residence in Pingyuan City.

After returning, Pan Feng thought about it and decided to do something.

Soon, he found the chief clerk of the army.

The chief clerk was a little surprised that Pan Feng called him during the New Year, but he still came over honestly.

Seeing the chief clerk, Pan Feng asked directly: "Has our army had enough food and supplies?"

The chief clerk nodded: "Of course it is sufficient."

"Then have the food and grass seized by our army counted?"

"I have counted it, and there are more than 30,000 stones of grain in total." The chief clerk became more and more confused.

Pan Feng estimated the number of people in the plain city now, calculated the total amount of 30,000 stones of food and grass, and finally made a decision.

"You inform us that every household in Pingyuan City will give a dou of rice according to the head of each household. It is said that this is the mercy of Han Gong in Jizhou. The rice he gave is considered New Year's money. I hope they can live a good life in the coming year."

"Yes...ah?" the chief clerk responded and was stunned.

That is the seized food and grass, how can it be distributed privately? Even if it is to be distributed, I have to ask my lord or the second young master stationed in Pyeongchang!

When Pan Feng saw the chief clerk hesitating, his eyes glared: "If you ask you to do it, you will go, the lord will not blame you!"

"Yes, yes! The official will make arrangements now!"

The chief clerk hurriedly retreated.

Soon, the plain city gradually became lively, and the people in the city knew that Han Gong from Jizhou pity everyone and distributed food to every household according to their caps.

This news is tantamount to the grace of living for those who have not stored food for the winter.

For a moment, the voice of thanking Han Fuende in the city never stopped.
Chapter completed!