What Feng Yong really didn't expect was that Zhao Guang's IQ suddenly increased at this critical moment. According to his own opinion, at this time, he should be in a state of confusion, and he would just listen to what others said.
Of course, Feng Yong had not thought of recalling the whole poem during these days, but because of the bumps on the road, he was already very confused. He lay on the back of the cow and thought about it for so many days, that is,
I remembered a few words from Liao Liao.
Before he finished memorizing it, he had not thought about saying the following verses, but Zhao Guang's words reminded him. Remembering that Guan Ji loved this article so much, he had some thoughts.
"I'm afraid of the steep rocks and can't climb them. But I see mourning birds calling ancient trees, male flying and female flying around the forest."
Zhao Guang listened for a long time and didn't hear anything more. He had to ask: "No more?"
"That's all I can think of."
Hearing this, Zhao Guang suddenly looked disappointed. After thinking about it, he seemed to have made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said: "These three sentences are enough. It's just that I will ask my brother for help later, so please don't shirk it."
"What's up?"
Feng Yong was curious when he saw Zhao Guang looking like he was ready to die.
"But it can't be said at this time."
Zhao Guang secretly poked his head out, took a look at the two women who were still lively, quickly pulled back, and smiled mysteriously at Feng Yong.
"Rimai Mouxi, do you really want to stop thinking about it?"
On a high mountain not far from Yang'an Pass, Wang Ping asked the Qiang man next to him in a hoarse voice.
At this moment, Wang Ping had his hair disheveled, his face was haggard, and his beard was unkempt. The outermost clothes on his body seemed to be hung up by something and had almost turned into strips of cloth.
The Qiang man who was called Rimaimouxi wore his hair and clothes, with a few black lines drawn on his exposed face, and was covered in sheepskin. Hearing Wang Ping's question, he shook his head: "Hemusi
, you don’t need to persuade me anymore. A few years ago, your Yi kings Puhu and Du Yi took their tribes to join the Han people. Don’t forget that I advised you not to go. Now they can do it.
The rewards from the Han people, but the people in the tribe were either dragged into fighting with the Han people, or were separated by the Han people, and almost all were lost. Now it seems that this is the conspiracy of the Han people. Don't forget, even you were almost killed
The Han general was killed. Why are you still working for the Han people now?"
"Rimai Mouxi, you should know that this world belongs to the Han people after all. It would be okay for those monarchs who have been canonized by Han emperors for generations, and the Han people will not be too harsh on their tribes. But no one cares about people like you.
Although the tribe is larger than other tribes, it hides in the mountains all year round. How can it come out?"
Rimaimou Xi pointed to the east, looked at Wang Ping, and said: "He Muxi, you have changed. You have been with the Han people for many years, and you have become like the Han people, always telling lies.
Don’t think that I don’t know that the Han people are currently at war, and many people die every year. There are not many Han people left in Hanzhong over there.”
After saying that, he pointed to the direction of Wudu in the west, "Did you see that? Over there, they used to be all Han people, but now except for some Han soldiers stationed there, there are more and more of us Erma people. If it wasn't Hanzhong, then
There is a very powerful general nearby, and we Erma people should be able to defeat him. You may not know that we Erma people went there many years ago to attack and even killed a high-ranking official there."
"Rimai Mouxi, your idea is very dangerous. Someone told me that in the next few years, various tribes near Hanzhong will be in danger, so it is best to find a backer. He is a disciple of an expert.
Ever since I met him, what he said and what he did have never been missed. If you really don’t want to go, then don’t get involved in those things, okay?”
"He Muxi, I understand." Rimaimou Xi waved his hand perfunctorily, "Winter is coming soon, and I am going to let the tribesmen drive their cattle and sheep to spend the winter in the deep mountains of the south. If you still want it this time
For that cheese, just give me some more salt, and clothes too."
Wang Ping sighed and said, "Okay then. You have to wait for me for a few days this time, wait until I go back to prepare, and then I will bring something to exchange with you."
"You better hurry up. I can't wait that long."
At this time, a Qiang man walked out from behind them, wearing the same disheveled hair and sheepskin, but his face looked washed.
I saw him walking over with some timidity and reminding me: "He Muxi, the sun is already in the west. Let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to reach the end of the field before dark today."
Rimaimouxi looked at the Qiang people with contempt in his eyes and said sarcastically: "Muwuzhe, you really insulted your name. Why do you think you will join the Han people?"
Wang Ping on the side looked a little ugly after hearing this.
There was sadness on Muzhe's face: "Rimai Mouxi, your tribe is big, so of course you don't know the suffering of our small tribe. A few days ago, a tribe came from the north, calling themselves Muzhi, saying they were Shou
The emperor of the Han Dynasty in the north came here to collect taxes. He wanted to rob all our cattle and sheep, and also drove us to the north to herd their sheep. We couldn't defeat them, so we had to run away. However, many cattle and sheep were robbed.
, and many warriors from the tribe died. If I didn’t go to the Han people, we wouldn’t be able to survive this winter.”
When Rimai Mouxi heard this, his eyes rolled a few times. After thinking about it, he didn't care at all that Wang Ping was around, and said to Muwuzhe loudly: "You can take refuge in me. My cow."
There are still many sheep, enough to feed the whole winter."
Mu Wuzhe glanced at Wang Ping.
Wang Ping didn't look at him, as if he hadn't heard anything. He just looked into the distance, his face so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
Muwuzhe hesitated for a moment and said: "Rimai Mouxi, we don't have many cattle and sheep anymore, but there are still many women and children. Even if we follow you, many of them will die this winter. What do you think?
Mu Xi said, the Han people over there promised to give us food and clothes, so I want to go there and have a look."
Rimai Mouxi, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to annex the Muwuzhe tribe, hesitated a little when he heard this. If it was summer, it would be okay, and he could find a way to raise more cattle and sheep to survive. But now it is almost winter, and the other party has
There were not many cattle and sheep left. My tribe had worked hard to raise cattle and sheep for a year, but they were eaten by others. I was afraid that the elders would have objections, so I had no choice but to accept this idea.
"Since you don't want to, then forget it." Rimai Mouxi pretended to be generous and said, "It's just that the Han people are very cunning, so you have to be careful."
"Thank you Rimaimou Xi for your concern, I understand."
Wang Ping on the side secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Rimai Mouxi, since you don't listen to my advice, then I won't force it. If you suddenly figure it out in the future, you can come to me." Mu Wuzhe