In the morning, fifty miles west of Yangle City, on the west side of the Xianbei camp, where the Mohu tribe was located, the tribal leader Mohu Zang, with his hair disheveled, was looking at his torn tent like a dead father.
"Do you know how many times this kind of thing has happened before?" Beside Mohu Zang, a tall Xianbei warrior with braided hair asked angrily.
"Four times." The Xianbei soldier who was questioned also looked frustrated.
"Since you know it happened four times, why don't you know how to be careful?"
"Don't blame him for this, don't get angry at your own people." Mohu Zang came back to his senses and quickly suppressed all kinds of emotions and comforted him.
"yes."
"Here."
"What was lost this time?" Mohu Zang asked, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Come back," the Xianbei soldier who was questioned before heard this and immediately became angry. "Two spears are missing, a tanned leather robe is gone, and a bag of corn..."
"What a bitch," Mohu Zhi heard only halfway, and he couldn't pretend anymore. "Do you think this is the cesspit of your own tribe? Come here whenever you want, and leave whenever you want?!"
As soon as the leader cursed, the Mohu camp, which was originally as lively as a market, became quiet. Almost everyone held the weapons in their hands and looked at the leader who had won the hearts of the people quietly, waiting.
He gave the order and immediately snatched the things back.
Mo Hu held the riding crop, his face changing, but after a long time, he finally put on a smiling face: "I will tell Mr. Ke Zuitan about this matter, don't get in a bad mood...start the cauldron and cook!
Let’s eat meat porridge today!”
The camp was filled with joy, and Mohu Zang sighed, turned around and returned to his tent.
One very interesting thing is that in this conversation, the people in the Mohu Department all spoke Yandi Chinese.
There is no way, the Xianbei people have no written language, and their language system is not very scientific. They were originally a fishing and hunting tribe. After getting on the horse, they forgot the skills of fishing and weaving nets, and learned certain metallurgical skills from the Huns in Mobei.
, but hundreds of years later, Mobei used bone arrows again... So the question is, what is the cultural future of the Xianbei people?
Is this even necessary to ask?
There is nothing new under the sun. The only way out for these northern nomads is to become Chinese. There is no other way to go! The only difference is whether they are active or passive in this process.
So back to the present, the problems Mohu Zang is encountering are actually caused by the too fast Chinese translation of Mohubu.
The compatriots in Mobei are still using bone arrows and making human sacrifices; the central royal court in Monan is thinking about how to promote iron arrowheads, how to steal some iron armor from the Han people during the war, and how to steal the Han people's frontier fortress culture.
But the Mohu tribe, which is located on the edge of Liucheng in western Liaoning, is not bad. Even though it is proficient in Chinese, it actually works as a second-tier dealer in liquor, step shake crown, medicinal materials, cloth and silk...
After seeing so many things, how could you ask them to reverse the course of history and engage in Xianbeiization?!
To put it more extreme, Mohu Zang himself now wears his hair in a bun when he goes to Liucheng to do business! In fact, an important basis for distinguishing Mohu tribes from the surrounding tribes is their hairstyle...Mohu tribes now all wear hair.
And the bearded one!
Baldness is out of date, did you know?!
But then again, in this case, you have more knowledge and others have less knowledge. You have so many good things and they are so poor... We are all compatriots, right, so what if we steal a few things? Aren't the Xianbei people short of everything?
Is it robbery? Stealing your things is already giving Mr. Ke the face.
Moreover, are you going to fight among yourself over this kind of thing, or are you going to withdraw your troops and leave in anger? Do you really think that the new Central Lord is a vegetarian?
Just like that, it was bustling outside the tent, but Mohu Zang inside the tent was really confused... Of course he didn't know what civilization evolution was, nor what sinicization was, but he was incompatible with other Xianbei tribes.
It's an obvious thing.
He never felt that he was not a Xianbei person, but he truly felt the backwardness and ignorance of the Xianbei people.
"Headman." The braided warrior guarding the door suddenly opened the tent curtain and walked in.
This man was originally a famous warrior from a nearby tribe. However, when the Xianbei allied forces raided Guanzicheng last winter, the tribe was unable to retreat and was blocked outside the city by the supporting Han army. Not to mention rubbing against the ground.
The head of the tribal leader was also hung on the rebuilt Guanzi City... Mohu Zang, who was retreating at the time, acted almost immediately after hearing the news, and went directly to the tribe's lair, and then waited for work to pick up the defeated stragglers.
The warriors caught everything in one sweep, took out the food and cloth, and annexed the tribe almost without a fight.
The former number one warrior of the neighboring tribe is now just his own lackey, and he is very loyal.
"What's the matter?" Mohu Zhi, who was lying on a low table and thinking wildly, asked angrily. "Did something get lost again? Or is someone coming to steal our food?"
"I saw the leader of Mohu Donkey coming." The braided warrior replied cautiously. "He also brought several strong warriors..."
"This stupid donkey!" Mohu Zang sat up suddenly after hearing this, and then became furious. "When I came here, I told him not to think about killing all the time. Defending the tribe is also an important matter. I will stay.
Some elites were given to him as seeds, not to let him go to such a battlefield to die! In a battle involving tens of thousands of people, all of them are cavalry, and a few elite warriors are useless? "
The braided warrior dared not say a word.
"If I don't see him, go and drive him back with me!" Mohu Zang gritted his teeth. "If he dares to talk too much, you will use my riding crop to slap him in the face!"
Before he finished speaking, Mohu Zhong threw the riding whip at the entrance of the tent. But unexpectedly, it was too late, because at this moment, the door curtain was suddenly opened, and then the riding whip was directly pinched by a pair of big hands.
live.
After Mo Huzhang saw the person clearly, his face turned pale and he was stunned and speechless.
"I've long heard that the Mohu tribe has been particularly prosperous recently. I don't think the Mohu people are also very temperamental!" The person who came had his hair disheveled, his face was smeared with black oil, and he was wearing a dirty sheepskin robe. He was Amway.
The commander, Shaodong Gongsun Xun, was seen looking at the riding whip in his hand with great interest, and he looked calm even in the enemy camp.
The tall and strong warrior with braided hair wanted to react, but after seeing the Mohu donkey behind him, he still became confused and quieted down.
"Que Li." Mo Huzhang came back to his senses and tried his best to speak to the braided warrior. "Go out and guard the door with that stupid donkey. I want to have some secret words with this noble man! And...
Immediately ask this noble man’s companion to rest in the tent without letting others see... and be polite!"
"Here!" The braided warrior named Que Li quickly exited the tent.
Just like that, a moment later, Gongsun Xun majestically sat down in Mohu's previous seat, while the leader of Mohu's tribe stood aside.
"Mo Hutou." Gongsun Xun stared at the other party for a long time before speaking. "We have been doing business for many years, and it has always been mutually beneficial... To tell you the truth, there is a big deal with huge profits, even Biko's last one.
The business must be cost-effective, but I don’t know if you dare to take the next step?"
Hearing the words "Ke Zuique", Mohu Zhi couldn't help but shuddered despite the warmth inside the tent, and took advantage of the situation to put down the hand that had unconsciously touched the waist knife.
"In the reign of Emperor Yongyuan, General Dou Xian sent his right commander Geng Kui to defeat the Xiongnu. The Northern Chanyu fled, and Xianbei moved to occupy its territory. There were still more than 100,000 Xiongnu who remained, and they all named themselves Xianbei.
From then on, Xianbei gradually became more prosperous." - "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" Volume 90 · Wuhuan Xianbei Biography 80
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