One thousand seven hundred kilograms of coarse salt, eighty pieces of fine silk cloth, four hundred and thirty-one pieces of linen and grain cloth, more than three hundred kilograms of wheat, and more than three hundred kilograms of corn.
Thirteen taels of silver collars, 350 guan of money, more than 400 jins of bacon, and 80 jins of butter.
Seven collars of Tibetan armor, three collars of Tang standard infantry armor, fifty spears, ten pairs of bows, and many other items that I have not had time to count.
This is Ge Du's treasury for twenty years. Don't think it is small. The three hundred and fifty coins alone are an astronomical sum.
At this time, a dou of corn in Guasha and Shazhou was worth less than twelve qian, while in Tang Dynasty, it was Qianzu Guan, which meant that it was worth a thousand pence.
So the usual money can buy about eighty-four bushels of grain. In the Tang Dynasty, one bushel was twelve and a half kilograms, and eighty-four bushels of grain contained one thousand and fifty kilograms of rice.
Three hundred and fifty guan can buy 367,500 kilograms of rice, which is equivalent to 1,837 tons in later generations. At this time, an adult can buy two kilograms of rice a day, which is enough to feed an army of 1,000 people. More than half a year.
And this was what Ge Du had accumulated by exploiting more than 300 herdsmen. Even Zhou Papi couldn't describe this piece of shit.
Hundreds of people gathered in the open space outside the stone building. Everyone was munching and no one spoke.
The meal was also very simple, just a small piece of meat for each person and a large bowl of corn rice with salt and butter. But for these herder slaves who did not even have enough vegetables all year round, it was simply too rich.
However, the stronger ones among these herd slaves all had some bruises and swelling on their faces. This was because they were beaten by Zhang Zhao for not following the rules and grabbing more food.
But there was something different about the group of people closest to the stone building. Although the young and strong ate the women and children first, the order was very orderly. Those who ate first did not eat too much, and those who ate later were basically full.
At this time, their young men were full and were drinking butter tea. A broken wooden bowl was passed down one by one. Whoever passed it to his hand could scoop out a bowl of butter tea from the big pot.
"Dunzhu! Don't drink that butter tea. Dongdai asked you to come in. The sweet tea is enough!" Just as a stout herdsman took the wooden bowl, Qiongre Duojin came out and shouted.
The surrounding Mu slaves were immediately amazed, "Sweet tea!" Sweet tea with sugar and honey in it is an absolute luxury in the Qilian Mountains. Ordinary people will never have the opportunity to drink a cup.
Dunzhu thought for a moment and scooped out a bowl full of butter tea from the cauldron.
"A-mei, you and A-ma will drink my share!"
The girl behind Dunzhu didn't even think about it. She took the butter tea and inhaled it like a storm. But as soon as she took two sips, the grandmother next to her grabbed the wooden bowl and drank it all in three gulps.
Dunzhu didn't think there was anything wrong. Under extreme poverty, this kind of fighting was the norm in the Qilian Mountains. The more you eat, the more hope you have to survive. Even between mother and child, this is often the case. .
After swallowing a big mouthful of saliva, Dunzhu followed Qiongre Duojin into the stone building. There was a fire pit buried in the stone building. In the middle fire pit, the flames were licking a huge copper pot. This copper pot used to be The one reserved exclusively for Ge Dudagan and his whole family has now become the one belonging to the tall Tang Er Dongdai.
"Erlang Jun, give me a bowl of sweet tea for Dunzhu!" As soon as Dunzhu walked in and kowtowed to Tang Er Dongdai, an old man in a leather robe handed Dunzhu a large bowl of sweet tea.
So sweet! Dunzhu took three or two sips and almost reached the bottom. He had never drank anything so delicious in his life. The sweet taste was something he had never imagined in the past twenty years. After one sip, he felt so good all over his body. Trembling.
"Dong Dai! Can I go out for a while?" After thinking about it, he made a request anxiously.
Zhang Zhao stood up and walked up to the herdsman who should be a Tubo man. Why did he invite the herdsmen outside to eat? Firstly, to appease them, and secondly, to select some warriors for his use.
When this Dunzhu was putting out food just now, the place where he was was in the best order. Even the children listened to his greetings. Compared with other places where wooden sticks and whips were used to maintain order, it was undoubtedly very eye-catching.
This is a talent!
"Just call Mr. Erlang, let's go!" Zhang Zhao nodded, indicating that Dunzhu could go out. He wanted to see what this guy was going to do.
After another kowtow, Dunzhu went out with half a bowl of sweet tea. Maybe she was finally full. Dunzhu's sister did not grab it and wolfed it down, but tasted it carefully. The grandmother beside her also didn't. He came over to grab the bowl, and finally showed a somewhat loving expression on his face.
Zhang Zhao also had a smile on his face.
In the stone building, after Dunzhu returned, the atmosphere became even more heated. Although there were still pools of blood on the ground that had not been cleaned up. Three hours ago, dozens of people from the Ge Du clan were killed here, but it did not affect the situation at all. Everyone here eats meat and drinks wine.
Large pieces of beef, tender lamb chops, beef heads and beef offal stewed with Sichuan peppercorns, peppercorns and dried dogwood.
The millet wine and ale wine stored in Gedu were also brought out. Sweet tea? No one drinks sweet tea anymore. With wine, who will drink tea!
"Everyone! After today, I am going to send Mrs. Cao Sanniang back to Dunhuang. This place of Guasha is not my long-term residence.
The Kingdom of Jin is prosperous and prosperous. The emperor is also my uncle. I am going to join you. You are all heroes. Are you willing to go with me to make contributions? "Zhang Zhao squatted down with a bowl of millet wine and stood up.
"Erlang Jun, a certain Qiuci Bai Congxin, is willing to follow Erlang Jun through fire and water!" Bai Congxin was the first to come out and express his stance. At the same time, about thirty people behind him knelt down on one knee. These people were all Uighur horse thieves. It looks like Bai Congxin has been chosen.
There was no way around it. Although Zhang Zhao used force to convince them in Qi Xianghu's village, compared to Bai Congxin, Zhang Zhao was still an outsider. They were willing to choose Bai Congxin as their leader to join Zhang Zhao. This is already the best result so far.
And this is more in line with the current tradition. This is the fifth generation of the Caotou King who has a gun. The emperor changes like a revolving door. At the same time, there are many Jiedu envoys who are killed by the tooth soldiers and tooth generals below. It is a real ritual. bad.
As the leader, Zhang Zhao used Bai Congxin to obtain the allegiance of the people below. In the eyes of later generations, this was absolutely intolerable, but in this era, it was the most common pattern.
"Qiongre Duojin is also willing to follow Erlangjun to the Kingdom of Jin!" The second person to come out and kneel down was Qiongre Duojin, with more than 20 people behind him.
Twelve or thirteen of these people were members of the horse thieves, and the others were people pulled from the tribe by Qiongre Duojin.
This is actually the biggest reason why Zhang Zhao is willing to let Qiongre Duojin go. If he throws Qiongre Duojin away, then everyone in Ge Du's horse thieves gang will probably be dragged over by Bai Congxin. This is a big deal for Zhang Zhao. , but it is very disadvantageous.
After these two people expressed their attitude, the others fell silent. There were more than 20 Uighur horse thieves. These people all looked at a guy named Huang Yang'er. The remaining 20 or so Han Ding Zhuang looked at them. Blind tiger.
Zhang Zhao was not surprised at all. This was the real situation he was currently facing. He had skills and fame, but the only two confidants who were willing to entrust his family and life to him were Zhang Zhong and Yin Yaozi.
"Erlangjun, Huang Yang'er's relatives are all in the upper reaches of the Ganquan River. They have been nomadic here for hundreds of years. I really can't bear to abandon them. If Erlangjun calls me in Guasha in the future, I will never refuse!"
