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When the army entered the grassland, Yun Zheng discovered that the living conditions of the people here were much worse than he expected.
There are no people, no livestock, not even birds on the snowy grassland... The same silence spreads from the feet to the horizon...
The army advanced to Eagle Lake. Apart from some frozen corpses, there were also a few broken yurts with air leakage from all sides.
This was originally a good place for tribes to live and spend the winter. In winter, it is bustling with people and is one of the liveliest places on the grassland. The grassland people in Maodong will put their livestock in the leeward Nanshan Mountain, where even in winter, the heavy snow will cover them.
There is no dead grass, so it is the most ideal place for grazing in winter.
In order to ensure that their livestock have enough forage to survive the winter, herdsmen will avoid this place and go to distant places to graze throughout the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn. They will not come to this last piece of land until the first snow falls in winter.
pasture.
The withered grass in Nanshan Pasture is as tall as a person, shivering in the howling of the north wind. The scenes of herds of cattle and sheep in the past no longer exist.
Yun Zheng jumped off his horse, pulled the withered grass under his feet with the long knife in his hand, broke one of the branches and put it near the big green horse's mouth. The big green horse opened its mouth and ate it. Yun Zheng untied the big green horse's bridle.
With the iron bit in hand, the big green horse lowered his head and started to eat grass happily.
The monkey lit a gunpowder bomb and threw it far away on the hard rock. A loud noise was heard in the valley. It took a long time for the echo to gradually disappear. No one came out and no livestock was disturbed. The only thing he saw was seven
Eight gray rabbits flew across the grass in panic and disappeared into the distance. The big green horse shook its ears twice. Not satisfied with the monkey's roughness, it looked up and looked around before continuing to eat grass.
Lang Lige chewed a grass stem and smiled at Yunzheng: "The grass here is fat and has been resting for at least two or three years. After spring, the scene here will be even more spectacular. Even the pasture under Yinshan Mountain,
It's not as good as here.
If you like, I suggest you choose the location of the horse farm here, graze it first in the spring, then move to the summer pasture, and finally leave this place as the winter pasture. If you want the pasture to grow better next year,
OK, I suggest you set fire to the dead grass here. The ashes will nourish the grass roots, and the grass will be stronger next year."
Yun Zheng looked back at the four mixed military and commercial teams that were deep in the grassland, and ordered Bo Bo to let go of Hai Dongqing to find out if there was anyone nearby. If not, set fire to the pasture here to avoid wasting the dead grass here.
Liu Xi, the magistrate of Dousha County, took the county magistrate, chief secretary, Wei Cao, and Hu Wei to measure the land here starting from Yuanshan. They had all kinds of drum carts and calipers, and they measured a piece of land according to the area drawn by Yunzheng.
Make a sign out of thick wood.
If the Tubo people had a geographical atlas, Liu Xi wouldn't have to go to such trouble and just divide it according to the geographical atlas.
The Tubo people know where the danger comes from, and they also know where they should go to avoid it. In any case, their people are much more reliable than the Song people.
The closer you get to the Song Dynasty, the sparser the population becomes. After winter comes, the remaining Tibetans cling to their last glimmer of hope and seek refuge with their tribesmen on the plateau.
Black smoke was billowing around Eagle Lake, the grassland was burning, and the thick black smoke dyed the blue sky here. It could be seen even from a hundred miles away, and the poor shepherds became even more panicked.
The demon wearing iron clothes, with fangs, talons like an eagle, and fur like a tiger finally came to this grassland. The old man crawled on the grass and begged the almighty god to protect the grassland. The woman hugged her child in fear and looked at the dense forest.
On the horizon where smoke billowed, people chanted over and over again: "The grassland is on fire, the grassland is on fire..."
Who would be willing to burn fat grass? In winter, grass that is not covered by heavy snow is more precious than gold, and they still refuse to admit the reality that they have no cattle or sheep.
Herdsmen are used for grazing, and shepherds without cattle and sheep will only waste materials and food. The remaining tribal leaders on the grassland know this very well. When they discovered that the Song people crossed Yuanshan and invaded in large numbers, their choice
It's very simple. He only took his strong and trusted warriors with him, and fled into the distance carrying the little money and food in the tribe...
People without food cannot walk far, nor can they walk fast. Old men and women dragging carts have a hard time walking on the grassland. Naturally, they are not as fast as the horses of the army and merchants.
The army appeared like a black line on the horizon. The experienced old shepherds knew that in one meal, this black line would swallow up all the women and children here, so they stopped, knelt on the ground and prayed upward
Praying to the sky, women and children hid their children who were taller than a wheel under their robes. Everyone knew that the army would kill old people and boys who were taller than a wheel.
The cavalry came from a distance and did not stop when passing by the herdsmen. The black line opened a gap and the horses galloped past them. When a young cavalry saw a beautiful little girl, he also
He took out a piece of cake from his arms and threw it over, then he left the group of escapees with a smile.
The cavalry under Tiger and Leopard had no time to pay attention to these fleeing herdsmen. Their task was to close the gate of Que'er Mountain from the western Yunnan grassland to the plateau. Only by closing the door there could the western Yunnan grassland truly stabilize.
The old shepherd looked at the retreating army in confusion. He didn't understand why this devil-like army would let his group of people go.
He was confused not only because he was not dead, but also because of the small bag of food in front of him. The hungry little girl was biting into the pancake regardless of her mother's obstruction. The pancake the size of a human head was eaten in a short time.
Half of it has been eaten by the little girl.
The old shepherd opened the bag doubtfully, reached out and grabbed a handful of bright yellow barley, and threw a few into his mouth. The familiar taste of highland barley almost made him cry. These were real grains, and the devils did not throw them at them.
A bag of dirt to fool yourself.
The devil doesn't kill people?
That's the devil too! The old shepherd gathered up the highland barley that was scattered in the crowd, and touched the face of the child who was vigilantly hiding the remaining pancakes. There is no need to take away the child's food, everyone can have a meal today.
Warm highland barley porridge.
The highland barley porridge had just been cooked, and everyone was given a wooden bowl. Although it was not much, it was much better than eating grass roots. While everyone was enjoying the highland barley porridge, a fat businessman came with a caravan.
Where the shepherds stayed.
When the old shepherd Yong Cuo saw that familiar fat face, his whole body could not help but tremble a few times. It was this fat man who exchanged a bowl of dark concoction for his last six sheep, and it was this fat man who exchanged a beautiful piece of
Hada exchanged his last horse, and this fat man also exchanged his last two cowhide with a piece of linen for shrouding his wife when she breathed her last breath... Thinking of this, the old shepherd Yong
I looked at the last bite of highland barley porridge in my bowl, tilted my neck and drank it, carefully licked the wooden bowl clean, and then waited indifferently for this businessman who was more terrifying than the devil to come over. Anyway, I had nothing.
A piece of hada as white as snow was respectfully hung by Huang You on Yong Cuo's neck. Yong Cuo looked at the hada on his neck and sighed: "My friend from afar, Yong Cuo has nothing to repay your nobility."
friendship, as you can see, I have nothing now, and I have drank the last mouthful of gruel."
The fat Huang You shed tears and said: "My brother, why are you still holding your head up stubbornly when you are so poor now? As long as you lower your noble head a little, you will find that your friend is there.
Not far away, as long as you call, your friend will come to you with the gifts you need.
Please forgive me for my mistake. I didn’t know you were so poor now. In my impression, the proud Yongcuo will always be the richest man on the grassland. I once exchanged countless wealth from you. It is your wealth.
Make me rich. Now, it’s time to use my wealth to make you rich. Please allow me to help you get out of trouble."
Yong Cuo said angrily: "Your army just ran past me, and you just burned the grass beside Eagle Lake. Is this how you repay the friendship I bestowed on you?"
Huang You said in shock: "My friend, the grassland can no longer continue to fight. Those greedy leaders have drained your last sheep, your last horse, your last cow, and your last yurt, and they still let you
The last son died on the battlefield. I am a timid person. When you were fighting, I only dared to hold my head like a quail and hide in the distance to watch. There was no way to help you.
Well now, the invincible commander-in-chief of our tribe has come to my hometown. He is as proud as an eagle, as strong as a tiger, and as vigorous as a leopard. When he comes, I dare to beg him to use his noble army to pacify the grassland.
Only when there is war in the world can we come to save you.
You see, I brought you your bay-red horse. What is a shepherd without a horse? I also brought you your mastiff for herding. He is your best helper. He can even survive in the cold.
Warm your body at night."
Yong Cuo was shocked to see a bay-red horse running towards him. Although the horse was very old and its coat was no longer bright, but when he saw the bay-red horse, Yong Cuo forgot all the harm this fat businessman had brought to him.
When his mastiff leopard ran out of an iron cage and circled around him, Yongcuo felt that the long-lost strength returned to his body.
He stretched out his hands gratefully and hugged Huang You's round body and said: "What can I do to repay your friendship? What can I do to repay your kindness?" (My novel "The Wisdom of the Song Dynasty" will be published on the official WeChat.
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