Chapter 410: Beat the young ones to get the old ones out
The rising sun has climbed into the sky, bringing some warmth to the loess grassland in spring.
Many barbarian people drove the sheep in search of a piece of fertile grass. While swinging their long whips, they gathered the sheep that had strayed too far from the herd due to gluttony, and sang leisurely pastoral songs on the grassland.
This is where Yufuluo is stationed and where he and his people temporarily settle down to graze.
But today, inside Yufuluo's big tent, there was not only his younger brother Huchuquan, but also an old man in black robes.
"This matter is of great importance, please allow me to consider it." Yu Fuluo said.
This is what it should be, but the old man in black robe in the tent looked very confident, and said with a smile: "In that case, I will wait for Shan Yu's good news." After saying that, he stood up and took two steps but stopped. Stopped...
"I hope Shanyu won't keep the old man waiting too long," the old man in black robe said with a smile, "I'm old, and my time is always running out, so I don't want to waste it..."
"...This is natural." Yu Fuluo said.
The old man in black robe cupped his hands and followed a foreigner to another tent to rest.
"Hold the plow, my respected Chanyu, that Han..." Huchuquan looked back at the black-armored veteran who had just walked out of the big tent and went to another tent to rest, and said, "...just They only want to use us, but they may not really help us..."
"If we don't even have the value to use it, that would be the most terrifying thing." Yu Fuluo slowly cut a piece of roast mutton in front of him and put it in his mouth. He glanced at the breath with indifferent eyes. Kitchen spring.
Huchuquan shrank his head when Yu Fuluo looked at him. After a while, he asked cautiously: "So, does Shanyu mean to agree to him?"
Yu Fuluo picked up the mare's milk wine, took a sip, then looked at it in his hand and sighed: "Although the wine made by the Han people is good, our own wine is more powerful and more suitable for the descendants of China to drink. .”
Hu Chuquan scratched his head a little. This brother was good at everything. Maybe it was because he had interacted with Han people a lot. After a while, he started to talk nonchalantly and said some confusing words.
Yu Fuluo frowned slightly, looked at Huchuquan, and said with a bit of resentment: "I say Huchuquan, sometimes you have to use your brain a little. After all, you are now the King Youxian, and you will always be able to do it in the future." He wants to lead the tribe."
Hu Chuquan swallowed the mutton in his mouth and said, "I'm using my brain. Didn't I just think that the Han is taking advantage of us?"
Yu Fuluo almost choked on the kumiss, coughed twice and said: "Okay, just keep using your smart head and tell me why the Han came to us?"
Hu Chuquan scratched his beard that was stained with mutton oil, thought for a while and said: "I know, that's because we have value in using it!"
"That's what I said!" Yu Fuluo glared angrily and said, "I'll think of another one myself!"
"This..." Hu Chuquan blinked and thought hard for a moment. Suddenly he felt a little bit silly, so he secretly tilted his buttocks and made a "bang" sound...
Oh, no!
Too loud!
Seeing Yu Fuluo grabbing the meat-cutting knife with one hand, as if he was about to throw it away the next moment, Hu Chuquan said quickly: "I...I thought of it! I thought of it!"
Yu Fuluo relaxed his hands slightly and asked, "What did you think of?"
Hu Chuquan laughed triumphantly and said: "I thought that the Han man could not be defeated, so he came to us!"
Yu Fuluo looked at Huchuquan with a little surprise. He originally just wanted Huchuquan to use his brain more and not to rely on others for everything, so he forced Huchuquan to think, but he didn't expect Huchuquan to think about it. I really thought of something, and it was somewhat related, so I no longer cared about this guy's fart. He put down the knife in his hand and said: "Well, not bad, tell me, how did you do it?" Thought-of?"
Hu Chuquan laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "This is not easy. On the grassland, if you encounter many people on the other side, if you can't beat them, you will naturally find more people and fight back! Haha, I said Right?"
Yu Fuluo sighed, but nodded slightly. Although Hu Chuquan obviously thought of it on the spur of the moment, the examples he gave may not be accurate, and he did not fully realize the key points, but he was not completely wrong. There is still some such meaning.
Huchuquan opened his eyes wide when he saw this, ahha, looking at Yu Fuluo's look, it seemed that he was right. He was so happy that he picked up the kumiss and drank it in one gulp. With a haha, he exhaled a breath of alcohol, which looked very... It's refreshing.
Seeing this, Yu Fuluo shook his head helplessly, and did not continue to embarrass Hu Chuquan, but said slowly: "The Han people naturally have their own Shanyu, but now this Han Shanyu is young, so now the Han people The royal court is a man named Dong Zhuo...um..."
Yu Fuluo rolled his eyes and thought about it: "... Dong Zhuo's Han nationality holds a... well, anyway, it is a bigger position than the Three Dukes. The Three Dukes are almost like our right and left wise kings..."
"Greater than the wise kings on the left and right?" Hu Chuquan had no idea at all.
"Anyway, that's it, so now the royal court of the Han people is not decided by Shan Yu, but by Dong Zhuo." Yu Fuluo took the knife, cut off a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and said while chewing , "We went to look for the Han Chanyu before, but we actually found the wrong one..."
Huchuquan suddenly understood and said: "No wonder our people arrived at the Han Dynasty Royal Court and submitted documents, but they just didn't get a response! Alas! Then can we just go to this Dong or something now?"
Yu Fuluo clicked his tongue and said: "The Han people are moving the royal court now, so they have no time." Yu Fuluo really didn't think there was any problem with the Han people's relocation. After all, the Hu people were used to chasing water and grass, even their own royal court could not It is not always fixed in one place, but rotates within a range.
"Then... is that old man... a Han chanyu, or some Dong?" Although Hu Chuquan doesn't like to use his brain, he is not stupid either, and he immediately grasped the key point of the problem.
"He...should be regarded as a Han Chanyu..." Yu Fuluo is not very sure, but it should be generally considered.
"Then who is the Great Righteous King of the Han Dynasty?"
"...What do you think?" Yu Fuluo chuckled.
Hu Chuquan tilted his neck, thought for a long time, and said: "...that old Han is considered to be the Chanyu of the Han people, so the Han people of the three colors in Beiqu should belong to the Righteous King of the Han people?"
Yu Fuluo nodded, shook his head, and said, "It should be so, but... I'm not completely sure yet."
"Hold the plow!" Huchuquan was completely confused and said, "Then what are we going to do, Shanyu? Then we won't listen to that old man?"
Yu Fuluo lowered his eyelids, pondered for a while, suddenly smiled, shook his head and said: "No, how can you not eat the meat delivered to your door? And...hehe..."
"...There is a child like this who refuses to tell you who his parents are, and you want to find the parents of this child. What should you do?"
Without even thinking about it, Hu Chuquan opened his mouth and said, "Drag him over here and give him a good beating!" If the little brat dares to show any temper, he will be honest once he is dealt with.
Yu Fuluo laughed: "Hahaha, yes, if you hit the younger one, the older one will naturally come out..."
