Chapter 57 Ownership of Linguan Fort

Hongyun took small steps and ran slowly along the small river at the foot of the hillside.

When he was tired, Yang Zhengshan let him stop to drink water and eat grass, and took the opportunity to add a little spiritual spring water to him.

Yang Zhengshan loved Hongyun more than his adopted sons, and took care of him very carefully.

"Xiaohong! You can't run away from the battlefield in the future!"

"If I get seriously injured, you have to carry me back!"

Yang Zhengshan said while brushing Hongyun's fur.

Since he has joined the army, he will definitely go to the battlefield in the future.

Once he goes to the battlefield, it will be a life-and-death fight.

Yang Zhengshan is also a mortal. Facing the bloody battlefield, he still has some worries and fears in his heart.

He knows very well that Hongyun is his most important partner. One person and one horse are truly fighting side by side, sharing life and death.

Hongyun screamed, as if responding to Yang Zhengshan.

After washing, just when Yang Zhengshan was about to take Hongyun back, suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves from a distance.

Looking up, I saw a cavalry galloping in the dusty wasteland across the stream.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes slightly, got on his horse, and said, "Let's go back!"

The cavalry was heading for Linguanbao, and it should be Zhou Lan.

The camp of Zhenbiao Zuoying is just south of Linguanbao, about twenty miles away from Linguanbao. If it is Zhou Lan, she will probably come from the south.

It has been a month since he came to Linguanbao, and it is time for Zhou Lan to come and see.

Riding back to the gate of Linguanbao, Yang Zhengshan dismounted and waited quietly.

After a while, the cavalry came in front of him. As he expected, it was Zhou Lan.

It was not just Zhou Lan who came, but also Zhang Zhongxiang, the defense officer of Yinghebao, Xu Zhen, the deputy thousand households, Qian Wanshu, the assistant secretary, and other military officers from Yinghebao.

Yang Zhengshan was not surprised by Zhou Lan's arrival, but he was somewhat puzzled by the arrival of Zhang Zhongxiang and others.

When the two sides met, Yang Zhengshan saluted the many superiors one by one, and then welcomed everyone into the garrison.

At this time, the soldiers in the garrison were still training. On the training ground, the soldiers trained martial arts separately according to the types of soldiers.

At this time, the training was not based on small flags, but was divided into three parts: sword and shield soldiers, spearmen, and archers.

When they can skillfully use the weapons in their hands, they will be combined to train battle formations in small flags.

Under the leadership of Yang Zhengshan, Zhou Lan and others walked around the garrison. Seeing that Yang Zhengshan had packed up the Linguan Fort so well in a short time, Zhou Lan nodded with satisfaction.

"Captain Yang, you did a good job." Zhou Lan praised.

Yang Zhengshan smiled and said, "It's still not enough now. Although the appearance is acceptable, the interior is far from good."

"The fields around Linguanbao are all barren fields, and the grain yield is not very high. It is difficult for the military households to be self-sufficient by farming alone."

"Whether the soldiers in a garrison have combat effectiveness and whether they can become elite depends on solving the livelihood problems of their families and relieving their worries!"

Since Zhou Lan is here, Yang Zhengshan will naturally cry about being poor.

He is not pretending to cry about being poor, but Linguanbao is really poor.

The military households in the garrison are refugees themselves, and they are arranged in such a barren place. If there is no support and support from Zhou Lan, it is completely a scam.

With that, Yang Zhengshan took them to the needlework workshop.

"I found a livelihood for them. Although the income from this livelihood is very low, it is better than not making a penny!"

When the women in the workshop saw them, they stopped their work and stood aside stiffly.

Yang Zhengshan picked up a pair of cloth shoes that he had just sewn and handed them to Zhou Lan, "They can earn a few cents by sewing a pair of cloth shoes!"

"I plan to let them borrow some more sewing jobs. If General Zhou has such jobs at home, don't forget them!"

Yes, Yang Zhengshan is soliciting business for the needlework workshop.

Zhou Lan is not alone in Chongshan Pass. She has a large mansion in the city, with hundreds of servants and dozens of servants.

These servants and servants have to change several sets of clothes every year. If this job can fall into the hands of Linguan Fort, it will definitely make more money than sewing cloth shoes.

"I didn't expect that Captain Yang actually thought so carefully! Haha~~" Zhou Lan laughed.

"General Zhou should take care of our Linguan Fort!" Yang Zhengshan didn't feel embarrassed at all, and climbed up the ladder, wanting to get the business in Zhou Lan's mansion first.

"Of course, I'll give the order when I get back. From now on, all the clothes in my house will be made by you!" Zhou Lan naturally didn't care about these things, and agreed without thinking.

"There's no need for that. They can only sew some rough clothes. They can't make things that are too delicate and expensive now!" Yang Zhengshan didn't dare to be arrogant and stop him from doing anything.

Zhou Lan was born in the Ningguo Mansion, and the Ningguo Mansion is the top of the great nobles. Although Zhou Lan's mansion is not the Duke's Mansion, it is also a branch of the Duke's Mansion, representing wealth and luxury.

The women in Linguan Fort would definitely not dare to touch luxury.

Just look at the clothes on Zhou Lan and you will know that they can't touch it.

Zhou Lan nodded, which was considered to be an agreement.

Afterwards, they watched the soldiers' training on the training ground.

Looking at the ruddy faces and strong bodies of the soldiers, Zhou Lan felt more and more satisfied.

She knew very well what kind of people she handed over to Yang Zhengshan.

Before Yang Zhengshan came to Chongshan Pass, she had visited Linguan Fort. Although she only took a quick look, she knew the general situation of Linguan Fort.

In just one month, Yang Zhengshan had cleaned up Linguan Fort so well and raised these skinny refugees so strong. She was naturally very satisfied.

"How long will they train?" Zhou Lan asked.

Yang Zhengshan pondered for a moment and said, "If they are allowed to go to the battlefield, another month will be enough. If you want them to become an elite army, they need to see blood."

"You can't train elites by training alone. The real elites are made of blood and fire."

After hearing this, Zhou Lan was more satisfied with Yang Zhengshan and valued him more.

Although she personally invited Yang Zhengshan to Chongshan Pass, she was actually not sure whether Yang Zhengshan could meet her requirements.

And now it seems that her decision was very correct.

"Very good, from today on, they are all soldiers of our Zhenbiao Zuoying!"

Zhou Lan looked at Zhang Zhongxiang behind him and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, do you have any objections?"

Zhang Zhongxiang's eyes wandered and said: "General, it stands to reason that Linguan Fort should be under the jurisdiction of our Yinghe Fort!"

At this time, Yang Zhengshan knew why Zhang Zhongxiang and his group came.

Robbing people?

Robbing territory?

Zhenbiaoying is a recruitment system, while Tunbao belongs to the Weisuo system.

For example, Linguan Fort can actually be regarded as a hundred households.

Yinghe Fort is a thousand households.

Zhang Zhongxiang is a thousand households and also the defense officer of Yinghe Fort. Several Tunbaos around him are under his jurisdiction.

If it is according to the Weisuo system, Linguan Fort should indeed be under the jurisdiction of Yinghe Fort.

But the problem is again, this Linguan Fort was built by Zhou Lan to arrange Yang Zhengshan. Yang Zhengshan's military registration is in Zhenbiao Zuoying, not a military household.

So there is a problem with the ownership of Linguan Fort.

Should we return to Yinghe Fort or Zhenbiao Zuoying?