Fang Er was somewhat surprised to see this fellow around. Hadn't all the Eight Tribes gone out to raid? Why was this one staying at home?
Was he attending university?
Still, he smiled and walked towards him: "Leader Ge, I've come uninvited. Apologies for the disturbance!"
"No disturbance, no disturbance! Come, come, come, I've already had people prepare wine and dishes!"
Saying that, Ge Zhiwoyang came over, took Fang Er's arm, and headed towards the Sima Mansion.
After the Eight Tribes surrendered and established cities, the imperial court sent principal officials, and the tribal leaders themselves were demoted by one rank to serve as Grand Simas in their respective prefectures.
Technically, a Sima was not qualified to build a mansion, but there were exceptions to every rule, weren't there?
Leaving Xue Rengui and Wang Xuance to guard the aircraft with their men, Fang Er, accompanied by the Yan Yun Cavalry, returned to the Sima Mansion with Ge Zhiwoyang.
Upon arriving at the mansion and taking their seats, Ge Zhiwoyang said to a guard: "Go, call the Prefect to come and drink with us!"
"Yes, Clan Leader."
The guard bowed and retreated.
Fang Er then voiced his question: "Shouldn't Leader Ge be leading his people outside? Why is he staying in the city?"
Ge Zhiwoyang had a constipated expression and said with a bitter face: "It's embarrassing~~"
Seeing Fang Er more confused, he continued.
"It's all because I'm greedy~~"
"I ate too many fermented fish cans, and my subordinates found me disgusting. My useless son, secretly, took the main army and slipped away."
"As a result, when I woke up, it was too late, and I missed it."
Fang Er: "......"
"Holy cow! This stay-at-home reason is so powerful!"
He was abandoned by his own son for eating too many canned goods. Serves him right!
The servants of the Sima Mansion brought in a whole lamb and a whole camel, making Yan Shuangying and the others drool.
Damn it, after eating so much seafood, they had long wanted a change of taste. However, that Yelü Tianying guarded those livestock in the sheep pen more closely than his own sons.
He wouldn't even let them eat the castrated ram. Today, they could finally have a taste of meat.
Grills were set up, and the lamb and camel sizzled and dripped oil under the licking flames. The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the entire courtyard.
Before long, the Prefect of Tianwei Prefecture was brought in by the guards.
"Your subordinate, Prefect Jia Zhengjin of Tianwei Prefecture, pays his respects to Lord Duke!"
On the way, the guards had already informed him of Fang Er's identity, so as soon as he entered the courtyard, he quickly bowed to Fang Er.
"You are excused. Prefect Jia, are you accustomed to being here?"
Most officials in the court were unwilling to be transferred to serve in the northern regions. In their impression, the north was harsh and cold, with all sorts of inconveniences.
"Thanks to the Duke, this place is completely different from what I imagined before I came."
"Clan Leader Ge also takes good care of me, and with the mining operations, the people of the Tianwei tribe also have work to do."
"After the New Year, the Ministry of Rites sent twenty more scholars, and now there's a school in the city. Everything is going well."
Jia Zhengjin reported his work situation truthfully.
Fang Er nodded slightly, then looked at Ge Zhiwoyang and smiled: "By the way, I have some good news to tell you."
"The hospitals and schools in Shenyang have officially opened. Once enough personnel are trained there, your Eight Tribes can build your own hospitals."
Ge Zhiwoyang was overjoyed to hear this and quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Fang Er.
"On behalf of the people of the Tianwei tribe, I thank the Duke for his great kindness!"
Fang Er had no other purpose in coming to the Tianwei tribe other than to rest along the way. Therefore, after briefly discussing official matters, they began the session of drinking and chatting.
The "Men Dao Lü" (a type of strong liquor) and roasted camel were so satisfying that everyone exclaimed with delight.
When he heard about the purpose of Fang Er's current trip, Ge Zhiwoyang fawned over him and proposed to accompany him to Suiye City for a stroll.
Indeed, in his opinion, it was just a stroll. After all, he couldn't imagine anyone in the world being a match for the Heavenly Fire Army.
The group of men spent the night without any notable events.
The only one with something to say was the yellow-haired girl in Ge Zhiwoyang's room, whom he had snatched from further north of Mount Langjuxu.
This yellow-haired girl hadn't stopped talking all night, which made Fang Er, sleeping next door, very speechless.
"Damn it, isn't her throat dry?"
The next morning, everyone set off again. The helicopter lifted off from the Tianwei tribe, heading once more towards the far west.
Ge Zhiwoyang sat in the helicopter, which was new in every aspect except the engine, and was very excited.
Since the Tianwei tribe established its city and Jia Zhengjin was sent over, he had felt unprecedented comfort.
Now that they both held different roles in the Tianwei tribe, if he were to use a metaphor, he would be the father, and Jia Zhengjin would be the mother of the Tianwei tribe.
The father managed the finances, and the mother managed the miscellaneous affairs. It was this comfortable.
Leaving the Tianwei tribe in the early morning, they arrived within the territory of Gushi in the afternoon.
Flying forward for another hour or two, they saw a vast army on the road below, hurrying along.
"My Lord, that looks like the Guard Army of the Duke of Cheng!"
Zhang Tian pointed at the army below from the helicopter.
Judging by the timing, Cheng Yaojin had indeed traveled this far since receiving the telegram the day before yesterday and setting out with his troops.
Fang Er patted his shoulder and asked him to land the helicopter.
Cheng Yaojin below also spotted the helicopters in the sky. Watching the squadron of helicopters change formation from a human character to a line, Old Cheng's eyeballs almost popped out.
"Damn it, in such a short time, he's produced so many of them?"
He fiercely took a large bite of the lamb leg in his mouth and stood there, drooling as he stared at the helicopters in the sky.
"My goodness, this lamb is too fragrant!"
When he saw the helicopters dive towards him, Old Cheng grinned.
"Heh heh, the big brother is coming down!"
Before long, seven helicopters landed not far from Cheng Yaojin. Old Cheng, carrying the lamb leg, rushed over.
"Hahahaha, big brother, I've missed you so much!"
Fang Er immediately dodged. This fellow, even while on the march, hadn't forgotten to carry a lamb leg. Looking at his greasy hands and face, if he were to be hugged tightly, he would be covered in grease!
"Brother, if you keep eating like this, you might have to have a limb amputated."
Cheng Yaojin was bewildered: "What is amputation?"
Fang Er: "......"
"Alright, it's like playing the lute to a cow."
"Eating too much of this stuff can lead to high uric acid, and then gout, and then you'll have to saw off your leg!"
Cheng Yaojin looked at the lamb leg in his hand, unable to imagine any connection between this item and amputation.
Ge Zhiwoyang, who was following behind Fang Er, couldn't help but shudder. He ate a small ewe every day!
He quickly touched his legs and then looked at Fang Er with fear, saying:
"My Lord, don't scare me!"
Fang Er smiled and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, eat with confidence. Old Sun has already prepared the Anesthesia Powder, so I guarantee you won't feel any pain when they saw it off."
Ge Zhiwoyang: ".........."
Cheng Yaojin glanced at the lamb leg, roasted to a crisp outside and tender inside, then raised his hand and threw it away.
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