Chapter 167 The Worlds Number One Military Racecourse
In the end, the Mohist family gathered all the nobles of Qin together, and the time was chosen to be during the summer solstice.
In addition to washing their hair once every three days, bathing once every five days, and taking one day off every five days, officials in the pre-Qin Dynasty could only have three days off during the summer solstice and winter solstice, and occasionally two days off on the monarch's birthday.
Therefore, it is not easy to gather these nobles in Xianyang together. They can only choose a unified vacation time.
"Speaking of which, why didn't the Mo family choose Xianyang for the invitation, but went to this distant Duyou?" All the nobles were confused. They didn't choose Xianyang, which was a good place, but insisted on choosing Duyou, the next city of Xianyang. Duyou also
Forget it, it wasn’t in Duyou City, but in a cottage outside Duyou City.
"It always feels like entering a den of thieves!" Wang Ben and Xiao Xu looked at the still-dry blood on the mountain path and the sword marks on the trees. They were too rough and tough.
If this was not an invitation letter from the Mo family, they would have thought they were about to enter a den of thieves.
"No need to doubt it, it's really a den of thieves!" Xiao Xu pointed at a smashed plaque beside the entrance of the village. When put together, the words "Black Wind Village" were still vaguely visible.
Walking into the cottage, although it is hung with Mohist-style black and white cloth, but looking at the knife scratches on the tables and chairs and the dark red blood stains that cannot be wiped away, it is not difficult to imagine what this place used to be.
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"There is no way, Mobianshan is poor, and the security around Xianyang is so good, we can only find such a gangster den by running to Duyou!" Jinyao and Lan also have a hard time.
Among the three branches of the Mohist family, Mo Bian is the richest, and Mo Bian is the poorest.
They are rich because they have no shortage of project funds, but they are poor because each of them owes a lot of debt. It is the project rather than the individual who is rich. Who makes them always like to mess around, and always do other things blindly, and then offset their own losses.
Lose.
Therefore, they could not afford to rent the venue in Xianyang, nor did they have money to buy food and drinks for the big bosses. After the last negotiation, they focused on the Green Forest bandits, and then the poor Heifeng Village suffered a disaster.
Not only did Jin Yao and Lan solve the venue problem, they were also able to collect the expenses needed to entertain the elders from the inheritance of Heifeng Village.
"This is the first time I have experienced banqueting hundreds of officials and thousands of generals in Xianyang in a bandit's den!" Wang Jian, Meng Wu and other generals didn't care. Instead, they felt more comfortable because there was no need to worry about etiquette because of the venue. You could sit wherever you felt comfortable.
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Although the civil servants and nobles were a little dissatisfied, they all knew the purpose of their visit. Compared with the huge military achievements and benefits, they could accept it even if the banquet was held in a cowshed.
A huge cow, sheep and deer with their heads cut off were placed in the middle and roasted, and then Mohist disciples distributed the roasted meat to the guests.
As the guests and nobles ate the meat, their eyes lit up. Then they all knew what kind of meat it was, but without the head, who could say that they were eating cattle, sheep, and deer, which only sacrifices and kings could eat? So,
No one cared about the shabby environment anymore and started to enjoy the meal.
Everyone understood this tacitly, even the Tingwei was engrossed in his meal. The officials present were of high rank, so there was no need to seek displeasure or dislike others.
"This way of eating is rare!" Ying Zheng actually came too. After all, as the king of Qin, all the officials and nobles were gathered. If he were not there, all the officials and generals would be really panicked. Wouldn't he want to rebel?
It's just that he and Gai Nie were sitting behind the screen in plain clothes, and all the officials knew that no one was going to point it out. They just regarded him as a colleague and sharer of the pie.
"Come here, gentlemen, Jin is very happy. He doesn't say much else, it's all in the wine!" Jin Yao walked out with the wine jar, looked at someone with a smile and said, and then drank heavily.
"Do you really want to finish drinking?" Looking at the wine jars around them, except for the military generals and some civil servants who were particularly good at drinking, many people's expressions changed greatly.
"So, you are still too young. A real veteran noble, who doesn't know what kind of guard should be brought on such an occasion." Duke He smiled and looked at some nobles whose expressions changed. By distinguishing them, he could tell which ones were from Qin.
The real backbone.
The old nobles know very well that on such occasions, they should bring the most drinkable members of the family, then vomit those who need to vomit, and leave those who need to talk about things.
"I..." Shrink
Xu's face was pale, but he knew this kind of thing. The problem was that he was alone and had no one to help him.
"That's fine, let's do the rest!" Just when Xiao Xu was distressed, someone took the wine jar on his bed, poured a glass into his wine bottle, and left the remaining jar
There are people behind the scenes who help me drink up the wine.
Xiao Xu turned around and took a look and found that he didn't recognize him, and was a little surprised.
"It's the Ziche clan!" Wang Ben said in a low voice as he came to his side and pointed to the position where the head of the Ziche clan was.
Xiao Xu understood immediately, then raised his wine bottle and saluted the Ziche clan leader, who also raised his glass with a smile.
"Bang Dang~ Bang Dang~" The wine jar was smashed, and then those who deserved to be drunk got drunk, and everyone who was awake gathered together.
Soon, ten Mohist disciples carried a huge sand table map and placed it in the field. It was really a miniature sand table of the Hexi Corridor. It was extremely detailed and even marked the distribution and military strength of the various ethnic groups in the grassland.
"Mo Family!" Everyone is a little more serious about the Moh Family. Not even the Qin State has such a detailed map, and it can also be made into a sand table, allowing people to see the situation more intuitively.
"This is the topography of the Hexi Corridor and the Hetao Plain measured from a high altitude by my Mohist disciples. It is said that the Yellow River has a hundred evils, but only one rich area is the Hetao Plain!" Jin Yao said, pointing to the top of a few words.
"Can you herd horses?" Wang Jian and Meng Wu asked.
"Mu Ma? How much land are you wasting? The land we can grow here and the food we can produce are no less than those in Chengdu!" Jin Yao said seriously.
Both Zhisu Neishi and Lu Buwei's breathing became heavy. The second Chengdu Kingdom of Abundance! Fight, must fight, isn't it about money, food and supplies? We are out!
"This is the land for herding horses!" Jin Yao also knew what Meng Wu and Wang Jian were thinking, and then pointed to the large green grassland in the middle of the Hexi Corridor, at the northern foot of Lenglong Ridge in the Qilian Mountains.
"It's not big, just over three million acres!" Jin Yao said casually, but his eyes glanced at a military general from the Qin State.
"Hiss~" All the generals gasped, do you care that more than three million acres of grassland is big?
Jin Yao was very satisfied with the expressions of these guys. That was the Shandan Military Horse Farm, the largest military horse farm in the world, with an annual output of 300,000 war horses. It was even larger than the three major military horse farms of Zhao State combined.
"Done!" Meng Wu and Wang Jian looked at each other, and then looked at the other military nobles. How many war horses can such a large horse farm produce every year?