What did I ask Wang Ping to do? Look for the Qiang people. Why do I ask the Qiang people to graze my cattle? And now this Li Yi told me that he could provide horses?
Don’t underestimate the pony, after all, they have left their name in history. So, the Yunnan horse is also a horse!
Feng Yong thought for a while, thinking that there really is destiny in this world? Then he thought of the story of the senior time traveler Wang Mang and the son of the plane Liu Xiu, and he shuddered in his heart. Forget it, I'd better go to Hanzhong to graze.
"Then how many horses does Li Langjun have in his hand?"
"Ten horses should be enough for this trip to Hanzhong, right?"
"Not even fifty horses?"
Li Yi's mouth twitched. This Feng Langjun was really... generous. He originally thought that giving him ten horses was enough to show his sincerity, but he didn't expect that the other party actually asked for fifty horses.
"It's true," Li Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There is a shortage of horses in Sichuan. Although this Yunnan horse is produced in Nanzhong, it is not easy to get, not to mention the rebellion now..."
I remembered that when I came to Feng Mansion for the first time, I was shocked by the "generousness" of Feng Langjun in front of me. I originally offered a thousand guan, but the other party called me 30,000 guan. It was not until later that I realized that it was 1,000 guan.
It’s a joke, but this time, it’s not true and there’s a misunderstanding, right?
Thinking of this, Li Yi asked tentatively: "Feng Langjun wants so many horses, does he have some other agenda?"
Feng Yong looked at Li Yi with admiration in his eyes and said, "Li Langjun is really a smart person."
"Can you talk to Li?" Li Yi came over, looking very interested.
I can't help but be interested. Let's not talk about anything else, just the slave sale that I personally experienced... Oh, it was the matter of surrendering prisoners. I don't know how he and the prime minister talked about it, and in the end he was involved in the settlement of Hanzhong.
It has nothing to do with it, I really don’t know where this person got such exquisite thoughts - he is just a little too vicious.
The nomads in the north have been plundering southward since the beginning of history. When the Central Plains Dynasty was strong, they would often beat them to pieces and cut them off like leeks. But every time
When the Central Plains dynasty declines, they will continue to go south to rob like the unbeatable Xiao Qiang.
Is it really because of his savage nature and fear of death?
Of course this is not true. If they were really not afraid of death, they would not surrender to the Central Plains again and again. On the contrary, they were too afraid of death, because if they did not go south, they would starve to death.
The descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties can be said to be uniquely favored by God: they occupy plain areas formed by the alluvial accumulation of several rivers, and these plain areas are vast in area and are located in areas with a warm climate suitable for farming, which can last for thousands of years.
This geographical advantage is rare even in the world. Therefore, even in the backward ancient times, people had the confidence to say "a hundred acres of land, don't take it away, a family of several people can live without hunger."
Come.
But would you try this on the grassland? I don’t know how many cattle and sheep can be raised on a hundred acres of grassland in ancient times when there was no silage technology, no knowledge of rotational grazing, and people only knew how to live by the water, but they certainly couldn’t support one.
people.
So the grassland is so big, you can live comfortably, but you will die faster.
It sounds nice to hear cows and sheep appear when the wind blows over the grass, but that is when there is grass. In winter, when a white disaster comes, not to mention the livestock, even the people have to wait obediently to die.
The ancient northern nomads, when a tribe huddled together to keep warm in the winter, put the young and the strong in the middle and the old and the weak on the outside. In other words, if the old and the weak could not stand it any longer, they would die first.
, just stay young and strong.
This not only retains the effective strength of the clan, but also reduces the population to avoid excessive consumption of food rations - the concept of natural selection is vividly expressed here. So if they don't go south to rob, how can they survive?
Although Feng Yong's garrison was surrounded by desert, there was a small village dozens of kilometers away from the garrison. Once, the army had a dispute with the small village and pulled some people over to help.
The villagers built the feed silage cellar.
There are only a few families in the village, and each family raises more than a dozen sheep. Basically, the whole family's economic income depends on these sheep.
As a southerner, Feng Yong curiously asked a very idiotic question: Why not raise more?
The old man, who looked to be in his sixties but was actually only in his forties, spoke half-baked Mandarin, pointed at the open space in the distance and said: "Well, there's not enough grass to eat, there are too many sheep!" Then he pointed to the empty space in the distance.
Pointing to the tower-shaped feed silage cellar, he said, "We rely on this in winter, otherwise the sheep will not have anything to eat and they will starve to death."
With the advent of silage technology, herdsmen have to carefully calculate the number of livestock. Otherwise, if you keep raising them desperately, do you really think that cattle and sheep can grow up by drinking the northwest wind? Not to mention that they can keep as many as the grass grows in the field.
The ancient times of cattle and sheep.
Moreover, at that time, the Hu Yi and other northern nomads also made a cruel calculation: calculating the number of human survival based on the number of cattle, sheep and food in their hands.
Want to survive? Then go grab it! If you can’t grab it? Then go die!
So what Feng Yong wants to do now is to slightly change this backward herding method of running around the world into an enclosure method. I don’t know whether a hundred acres of grassland like this can support one person, but
It would be no problem to double or triple the number of cattle and sheep that we feed.
The sword flashed suddenly, and the silver light suddenly broke.
A slight "pop" sound sounded, and a wooden stick as thick as an arm standing in the martial arts arena shook slightly.
Guan Ji carefully controlled her breath. Due to excessive exertion in her hands holding the knife, veins popped up on the back of her hands with some minor scars. When her breathing calmed down, the light of the knife flashed, and she held the knife in both hands and swung it towards the stick again...
…
The wooden stick still didn't fall this time, but it shook even more.
At this time, a right hand reached out to the top of the stick, held down the swaying stick, and then picked up a one-inch-thick small piece of wood from the top of the seemingly seamless stick.
The small piece of wood cut by the knife was placed in his left hand, his right hand reached out again, and he picked up another piece...
Starting from the top, the five-foot-high wooden stick was split into thirteen pieces one inch at a time without falling to the ground.
"aunt."
Guan Ji saw the person clearly, stopped her hand, and shouted.
The Prime Minister's residence is very similar to the residences of many military generals, that is, there is a martial arts arena. However, this martial arts arena is a bit special. Normally, the Prime Minister will not come here unless necessary. This is because this martial arts arena is dedicated to the Prime Minister.
Madam opened it, Guan Ji often comes here to practice martial arts, and sometimes the Prime Minister's wife also brings Zhang Xing here.
"Let's take a break," Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji, touched the cut surface of the small piece of wood with her fingers, and shook her head gently, "The cuts are getting rougher every time, which shows that your mind is unstable. Practicing like this is also in vain.
It’s better to take a break and calm down your distracting thoughts before we talk.”
"Follow your aunt's orders."
Guan Ji put the knife away and followed Huang Yueying to the rest area of the martial arts training ground. A maid had already brought a bowl with soup.