"The little man Mu Wuzhe has seen noble people."
Muzhe stepped forward, knelt down on the ground, and made a big salute.
He was just talking to Wang Ping and didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Qiang man came up, a strong smell of mutton and some unknown odor rushed straight into his nostrils, causing Feng Yong to take a few steps back.
"You get up first." Feng Yong wanted to remain polite, but the smell, which was comparable to the gas chambers of later generations, made him cry.
At that moment, he had to take a few steps back, covered his nose, and asked: "Your name is Muwuzhe? How many people are there in the clan? How many cattle and sheep are there?"
Mu Wuzhe is only over thirty this year, but he already looks fifty years old. He has been out grazing all year round, exposed to wind and rain, so he naturally looks anxious.
The Qiang people not only have to fight against the sky, but also fight against all kinds of ferocious beasts in nature. Living past the age of forty is considered a long life.
"As far as I'm concerned, sir, there are still two hundred and twenty-three people in the clan, ten cattle, and one hundred and thirty sheep."
Seeing Feng Yong's disgusted look, Mu Wuzhe was not surprised at all.
A noble person who can stand in front of him and ask questions is already considered well-mannered. On weekdays, even ordinary Han people would stay as far away from them as they can.
"Why are there so few?"
Feng Yong screamed.
This is not the era of market economy in later generations. Prices are transparent. You can exchange cattle and sheep for food without worrying about being slaughtered as wool by profiteers.
In this era of Han supremacy, if ten barbarians went to trade with the Han people, nine would be slaughtered, and one would lose even his personal freedom.
So, how could more than 200 people survive with just a few cattle and sheep?
"Returning to your words, my tribe encountered bandits from the north a few days ago. They called themselves Yongzhi. They said that they had obeyed the order of the northern emperor and asked us to hand over all our cattle and sheep, and they also drove us to the north to give them to the emperor.
They were grazing, but we couldn't defeat them, and we lost many warriors, as well as cattle and sheep."
So you came here begging me for food because you couldn't survive this winter?
Feng Yong finally understood in his heart.
However, the bandit who claimed to be Yongzhi attracted Feng Yong's attention. Listening to Muwuzhe's tone, if this was not a Qiang people, then where could he be a nomad?
After thinking about the situation in Liangzhou, Feng Yong thought to himself, could this be the Wuhu chaos in Central China where Hu Yi held a carnival feast in the Central Plains and established the Di people of the Former Qin and Later Liang?
Calculating the geographical location, most of the people in the northwest are Qiang and Di people, so they should be the ones.
Muwuzhe didn't hear Feng Yong's voice for a long time. He quietly raised his head and took a look. He saw that Feng Yong's face was suddenly clear and dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Isn't it because they saw too few cattle and sheep that they didn't want to take us in?
Mu Wuzhe's heart suddenly tightened.
"Muwuzhe, since you told the truth, I won't hide it from you here. Although I don't have much food, it is no problem for more than 200 of you to have enough to eat every day. But how do you plan to repay
I?"
In fact, Feng Tubao didn't have a grain of grain in his hands at all, because he never thought about providing grain himself - so many dignitaries and aristocratic families came to Hanzhong, I still need to transport grain myself?
"Honorable nobleman, the only wealth our tribe has is cattle and sheep. As long as we can survive, we are willing to dedicate all of these cattle and sheep to you, and treat you as our master forever."
Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction, saying that Mu Wuzhe was very good!
In fact, what Feng Yong wanted was such a statement, so as not to fall behind the truth in the future.
After all, he is not like the old demon Zhuge who can be unreasonable without any reason. Thinking of the five hundred barbarians who had originally decided, his heart throbbed. What a good labor force!
As for whether what Mu Wuzhe said was true or false, he didn't care at all, and he didn't need to care.
As long as this winter passes, Mu Wuzhe will even think about going back on his word. He can really drag his original tribe away to the mountains to continue grazing. His "eloquent words and seducing Feng Langjun"...ah! His "young hero Feng Langjun" will be
Hanging from the flagpole in the capital and broadcasting suicide!
After the matter was settled, Feng Yong turned his attention to the clothes Mu Wuzhe was wearing.
"Are you wearing sheep's brown clothes?"
Brown clothes originally meant clothes woven from animal hair. Sheep brown clothes, as the name suggests, were clothes woven from wool.
Why is it said that the Qiang people are worthy of being a branch of the Yanhuang people? Because this nation is also quite awesome.
In ancient times, they learned to tame wild sheep into domestic sheep, and also learned to make wool into clothes and wear them, so their totem was sheep. It can be seen that sheep, this creature, has actually been integrated into their
Life, even blood.
This is not the point, the point is to make clothes from wool!
This is what gave Feng Yong the confidence to come to Hanzhong to herd.
The use of animal hair for clothing has been around since ancient times, but until the Han Dynasty, brown clothes made of animal hair and linen were only suitable for the poor and humble. Those with the slightest conditions would not touch these things. The reason is that
, animal hair is really difficult to deal with.
For example, the clothes made of wool that Mu Wuzhe is wearing are ugly. The key is that the mutton fat has not been removed, which is fishy and smelly. In addition, the impurities in the wool have not been removed. After wearing it for a long time, it will become...
Become a hard piece.
Even if it is hard, it will also be greasy. If you dare to wear it at that time, the fishy smell will directly stick to your body and you will not be able to wash it off.
The Muwuzhe in front of me is a living example.
However, in the feudal era before Scientology was born, the ancients could not see the suet attached to the wool, so naturally they could not figure out how to remove the fat.
So wool is something that only nomadic people, who have no place to grow hemp and mulberry, use it to make clothes and wear it on their bodies. They can even wear sheepskin, so what else can't they wear?
Just like the Guizhou leaders in the Central Plains, they work in the fields with their buttocks naked and wearing poor clothes. Isn't it strange?
So what Feng Yong has to do is actually to find a way to remove the grease from the wool and make it white and smooth.
As for how to turn it into thread and then make it into clothes, the great Qiang people have shown us the way, so there is no need to worry about this.
Even if the Qiang brothers are not very good at weaving clothes, there is no need to worry too much, because their Han brothers are much smarter than them.
Especially during the Three Kingdoms era when the world's textile technology was in Shu, Shu brocade has already proved that the textile technology in Shu is not inferior to any place, including the whole world.
So when Feng Yong puts this white, soft, smooth and soft thing in front of Zhuge Old Demon, his eyes will definitely turn green.
Of course, Feng Yong naturally had to think carefully about when to put this thing in front of Old Demon Zhuge and in what way.