Old Sun protected Yun Mu behind him and backed away slowly. The crossbow in Old Liu's hand was ready. As soon as he found that something was wrong, he would kill him immediately. Just now, the little lady left him alone and entered the tent alone. It was really...
It's too dangerous. The Tibetan man sitting here is definitely not an ordinary person.
There was no need to talk to the Tubo barbarians. He looked even more discouraged when he gave his name. At this time, he was fighting for his life. Lu Dongzan did not stop him. When he saw them exiting the tent, he did not move. He just looked at them with his head half curious.
Yun Mu looked out and said, "Are you going to get your wife and children back for your dog slave? How did you leave?"
Lao Sun stopped the girl who was about to speak and said to Lu Dongzan: "You will naturally give the girl what she wants."
"Oh? Not necessarily. Are you planning to rob it? I heard that there are only shepherds here, not bandits." Lu Dongzan took another silver bowl, poured a cup of milk tea, and continued drinking. The appearance of a noble girl from the Central Plains on the grassland was really surprising.
Fresh, could it be said that the Tang Dynasty had officially incorporated the Yinshan Mountains into their territory? Otherwise, how could any family members stay here?
Lao Sun picked up Yun Mu, turned around and said to Lu Dongzan: "Don't take advantage of the little lady, the King of Tubo cannot bear this responsibility." After saying this, he took Yun Mu and left in a hurry. He felt very uncomfortable here.
Feel comfortable. When you get back, you should tell your wife and take precautions early, because the way the man looked at the young lady just now was very wrong.
"Lao Liu, how sure are you of what you did just now?" Lao Sun turned around and asked Lao Liu who was following behind.
"No, within two feet is the most powerful range of the Yan-wing Crossbow, but I don't feel good. It seems that if I do it, I will die."
"I feel the same way. This man is extraordinary. Why did the little lady find his head?"
"I want to get Danzhu's wife and children back. Danzhu said they were always hungry at the leader's place." Yun Mu said angrily. If Grandpa Sun hadn't come in just now, Wangcai would have bitten that man.
Can save Danzhu's wife and children.
Lao Sun couldn't explain what happened just now. The little girl didn't know how dangerous it was just now. That person was obviously not something Wangcai could deal with, so he could only carry Yunmu back, with Wangcai following closely.
Later, if this person is still around after Nairi, it means he has evil intentions. We will deal with him when the time comes. Lao Sun remembered Yun Ye's instructions when he came, do good things in the open and do evil things in the dark. No.
Seeking expansion, only seeking stability. There is no need for the Yun family to turn themselves into villains.
Not long after Yun Mu left, a group of people entered the tent and sat at the bottom of the tent neatly. Lu Dongzan didn't ask, but they didn't speak. This was Lu Dongzan's habit. He didn't like talkative people.
"What makes those who cry suddenly smile?"
"Then Mrs. Higurashi agreed to move those small tribes to the Yin Mountains. This year's cattle and sheep do not need to be paid, but the wool from now on belongs to the Khan of Heaven."
"Who is Mrs. Higurashi?" Lu Dongzan was a little surprised that the leader here was actually a woman.
"The concubine of Lantian Hou Yunye turned out to be a Turkic. Because of her extraordinary beauty, she was taken in by Yun Ye. This grassland actually belongs to the Yun family. This is the family of a large Central Plains family with a fiefdom on the grassland."
"She has a daughter?"
"My name is Yun Mu. She is four years old this year. She is the eldest daughter of the Yun family. She is very popular. Even Hou Junji likes her very much.'"
"I also like children who are like little fairies. If we take them away, what will be the consequences?"
The Tibetan man who answered the question suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Dongzan in surprise and said: "War, dead people, a big war, many dead people." After saying this, he put the tip of his nose on the ground and did not dare to speak anymore.
He didn't want to tell how many people had died on the grassland because of this little girl and her mother. Not to mention those who wanted to snatch the little girl away, even the two tribes that were slightly disrespectful to Higurashi had already been wiped out, and the little girl
Her identity is obviously more noble than that of her mother. Once she is snatched away by the Prime Minister, given the character of the Tang Dynasty, the matter will never end.
Lu Dongzan laughed and said: "I just took a fancy to the aura of beauty in that child. We can't see it in our child. It doesn't matter. We know that we can't take it. A wise man won't do it. Who gives it to that child?"
The little girl gave the dog slave as a gift? Then send the dog slave’s wife and children as well, just say it was given by a weirdo.”
After seeing that the Tibetan people under his command had promised, he tied his leather robe tightly around his waist and walked out of the tent without taking anyone with him. He just wandered around in the sparse crowd, sometimes grabbing it from the pockets of Han merchants outside.
Pick up a handful of wheat and check whether the grain is good.
"Guest, please have a taste. This is the best wheat from Guanzhong last year. It has been winnowed cleanly and dried in the sun. It is definitely not mixed with sand or soil." Seeing that Dongzan, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and was rich in wealth, was interested in grain, the merchant hurriedly came forward to talk to him.
Lu Dongzan threw a few grains into his mouth, bit them open, chewed them, nodded and said: "It is indeed good grain. It is not damp or moldy. You are quite kind in doing business."
"My dear, the merchants of the Tang Dynasty never adulterated, and doing business actually lasted a long time. The old man has been in this business for a long time, and he never does anything immoral. I don't know how much food you want, sir. He is the food old man of a tribe.
It’s affordable!”
Lu Dongzan's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he asked strangely: "As far as I know, the Tang Dynasty never allowed the outflow of food, but the old man can trade freely here. Why is this?"
Hearing this, the merchant stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you must have lived in the snowy plains for a long time. You don't know what is going on in Pingchuan. You said that food is not allowed to leave the customs. That was the decree seven years ago in Zhenguan. Now, there is a lot of food in Guanzhong."
There’s so much food to eat, the imperial Changping Granary can’t collect much, and there’s a lot of food in the common people’s homes, what should we do? We always need a place to go, and we can’t let it rot in the warehouse and be eaten by insects and rats, so we have to sell it to herdsmen on the grassland.
Just exchange some cow and sheep skins and put them back, or just exchange them for wool."
Lu Dongzan was made dizzy by what the merchant said. When did the Central Plains become so rich that there was no food left to eat? This is impossible. There should never be enough food to eat. The Tubo people were struggling in the ice and snow.
Howling in hunger and cold, the people at the foot of the mountain actually have too much food to eat?
"Haha, the old gentleman is lying to me. Is there such a bizarre thing in the world that there is not enough food to eat?" Lu Dongzan continued to ask calmly. This time he went to the plateau. It seemed that he needed to experience the scenery of the Central Plains.
Seeing that Lu Dongzan didn't believe it, the merchant was even more proud. He grabbed a handful of vermicelli from the basket and handed it to him and said, "That's because you don't recognize my auspiciousness. The vermicelli you are holding is made of auspicious potatoes.
This thing is worth three to five thousand kilograms of land per acre. Corn has also been planted in Guanzhong. The yield per acre is also good. Now the imperial court has lowered the agricultural tax again and again. It seems that in the past few decades
, there is no such thing as agricultural tax. Tell me, if you eat more vermicelli, you will eat less wheat if you eat corn. Besides, chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep are now prosperous in Guanzhong. Who has nothing to do and hold a pot helmet and gnaw all day long?
In this way, won't there be more food?'
"One acre of real estate costs three to five thousand catties?" Lu Dongzan's eyes were full of teasing. Did he really deceive me as an ordinary Tibetan? If one acre of land can harvest three stones of wheat, it is considered an extremely good year.
Well, three to five thousand catties?
Seeing Lu Dongzan's suspicion, the merchant simply stopped what he was doing and said to him: "I don't expect you to believe it. I didn't believe it even if I told him a few years ago. The old man also has land at home. His wife and son are planting. In the autumn, the land is full."
The world is full of potatoes, and everyone is worried. The old man carried the harvest of an acre of land for a whole day before he carried it home."
Lu Dongzan suddenly discovered that what this merchant said seemed to be true, because Jiannan, Nanzhao, and these places bordering Tubo had not received news of famine for a long time. I heard that many tribes had given up growing highland barley and focused on raising crops.
Cattle and sheep, I couldn't figure it out at first. During the White Disaster, people were all in mourning. How could those tribes survive the famine safely? Could it be that they all got their food from the Tang Dynasty?
Although Tubo was unified by Zanpu, this was just a title. That is to say, all the tribal leaders recognized Zanpu as the king, but other rights still belonged to the tribal leaders. They paid tribute of some grain and cattle every year.
It's just a sheep. This is why it is said that there is no logic.
"My lord, in fact, there is no need to grow any food in the snowfield. You only need to cultivate a little bit of highland barley per acre. You don't know how to farm. Raising cattle and sheep is your profession. I heard that the cashmere on the snowfield is now worth as much as gold."
, raising a group of sheep, shearing sheep, and carding cashmere is the right thing to do. Give these things to the old man, and the old man will exchange grain for you. I guarantee that you will get more grain in your hands in a year than you farm. I heard that some people on the Jiannan Plateau
The tribe signed a contract with the big merchants in the Central Plains. They did not farm, but only raised sheep. Those who had no worries about food and clothing were fattened into pigs. The old man couldn't get involved, so he could only try his luck here. If you want food, please tell me, old man.
I must prepare enough for you, even if you can’t get up to the plateau, the escort agency is not willing to go, so you need to transport it up yourself.”
Lu Dongzan's heart had long been as hard as stone, but when he heard the merchant's words, the cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing down. He didn't know if there was any auspiciousness in Guanzhong with a yield of three to five thousand kilograms per mu. He learned from the merchant's words.
Inside he heard a terrible news that made his liver and gallbladder split. That is, merchants from the Tang Dynasty were nibbling away at Tibet little by little. Spring silkworms would make a rustling sound when eating mulberry leaves. These merchants were nibbling away at Tibet without making any sound.
After all, people need to eat food. When they eat mutton, the Tibetan people want to eat tsampa to go with it. How can they not plant highland barley? If the yield is small, why not plant it? Oh my God, raising sheep can buy more food.
?What if they don’t change, what will you eat? Putting the lifeblood of your tribe in the hands of the Tang people, how short-sighted do you need to be to make such a foolish decision? (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature