But Batu didn't lie to them this time. After walking forward for about an hour, he saw many yurts in the distance, as well as patches of cattle, sheep and horses.
As well as some sporadic herdsmen, the herdsmen also saw such a large group of them, and sent a group of seven or eight herdsmen riding horses from a distance to come here.
The Ming'an Ranch during this period was located in the northwest of Ulanqab, north of the Yinshan Mountains, and about a hundred kilometers further north was Outer Mongolia.
It borders Siziwang Banner to the east and Urad Middle Banner to the west, with a total population of 100,000.
These are shown by the information Zhao Ming obtained from Zhangjiakou. I don’t know whether they are correct or not.
At this time, in addition to a large yurt in front of you, you can also see another yurt in the northwest on the other side.
It seemed that Zhao Ming and his group were also seen over there, and they also sent herdsmen flying towards them.
Then the two parties met about a mile away from Zhao Ming and his party. Immediately, there seemed to be a quarrel, and both parties drew their swords at each other in a tense manner.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming knew that he had to go over and check out the situation, and called on everyone to rush forward.
"I am Zhao Ming, the newly promoted director of the four major ranches. What is going on?"
When he came closer, Zhao Ming first revealed his identity and then shouted loudly.
Giving a name is also to have a reason to intervene.
Hearing Zhao Ming's identity, the two groups of people were stunned, and then an old man said loudly,
"Director Zhao, I am from Maoming'an Department, and I am also the owner of the Third Village of the Second Ranch! Beishan!
These people are the shepherds of the Darkhan tribe in the Third Village of the Second Ranch! Sir! I report that the Darkhan Department has no chief and contradicts the chief! "
Good guys, from the very beginning, they started reporting on each other.
The old man named Beishan in front of him is the owner of the village. As mentioned before, there are only five village owners, and their positions are second only to the field director.
There are fifty shepherds in a village, so the position of the shepherd of the Darkhan tribe is indeed inferior to that of the village owner.
Before coming, Zhao Ming learned that there were two tribes in the area where he was staying temporarily.
One is the Maoming'an tribe, and the other is the Darhan tribe.
The two tribes have their own grudges against each other. Darhan means "sacred and inviolable" and Maoming'an means "thousand-household tribe".
Both tribes are descendants of tribes under the command of Yuan Taizu. Because they surrendered to the previous dynasty, they were granted titles here.
However, people who are most familiar with each other are often easy to get angry with, and they are no exception here.
Just like clans in the south compete for water sources, the same is true here. For richer pasture and better water sources, people from both sides often fight.
Because of the close proximity, people on both sides were often beaten to a bloody head.
Just like just now, if Zhao Ming didn't stop it in time, a sword fight with white knives going in and red knives coming out would be inevitable.
What stands out is that he is wild and will do whatever he doesn't want.
"Well, so what?" Zhao Ming nodded and responded lightly.
These words made the old man named Bei Shan stunned.
"Go on! You chop him to death! Then his men chop you to death, and then the two tribes of you start killing each other. I can set up camp right now and watch you kill each other!"
Zhao Ming's next words stunned everyone on both sides. They had never seen such a tough Shangguan.
Seeing that everyone on both sides was speechless, Zhao Ming said coldly, "Since we can't fight, then let's disperse."
"Oh, sir, they can leave, but we can't. The chief's office is in our Maoming'an Department. You'd better come with us!"
The old man named Beishan quickly made a gesture of invitation, and even glanced at the Darkhan tribe opposite with a cold snort.
The chief shepherd of the Darkhan tribe is a young man with a very angular appearance, very prairie-like, and has some Central Asian mixed-race looks, full of wildness.
Hearing this, he was about to draw his sword.
"Sir, our Darkhan tribe would like to invite you to visit our tribe, but this old man from Beishan has no good intentions!"
The young man gritted his teeth and glanced at Bei Shan and snorted coldly.
"You kid, you're talking nonsense! How can our Maoming'an Department be unfavorable to the chief! Don't say sour grapes!" Beishan was also annoyed.
Listening to this, Zhao Ming watched this scene with interest.
After a while, Zhao Ming said calmly, "Who said I'm going to your tribe? I won't go to anyone!"
Zhao Ming's words once again stunned the leaders on both sides. Why didn't this new commander play his cards according to the routine?
"Uh...Sir, but this office is in our tribe. This...is against the rules!" Beishan became a little anxious.
Zhao Ming shook his head and pointed to another small yurt not far away.
It's not appropriate to call it a yurt. It looks a bit like a gathering place for Han people, with a few simple mud brick houses.
There are not many cattle, sheep, and horses there, only about four to five hundred, but the population is quite large, with more than a dozen households and nearly a hundred people.
It is obviously unreasonable to have so many people and such a small herd, so the herdsmen who saw the situation here from a distance were all skinny and malnourished.
"That's just outside the area between your two departments. I plan to build a new office there in the future."
Seeing that everyone still had opinions, Zhao Ming continued in a deep voice, "I'm not discussing, it's an order!"
As he spoke, Zhao Ming turned the horse's head and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
As Zhao Ming moved, the three hundred people under his command also started to move.
The Darkhan tribe and the Maoming'an tribe were left confused.
The two leaders stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. After coming back to their senses, they glared at each other fiercely, snorted coldly, then turned their horses' heads and led the men towards their own territory.
"Master Zhao! Why do we come here? This place is too shabby, and there is no room for so many of us to eat and drink!"
The monkey was helpless.
Because the place in front of me is really broken and small.
This is said to be a small town similar to that of the Han people. In fact, describing it as a village is an insult to the village.
More than a dozen families gathered together, with only one main trunk and three supporting poles in the middle.
When you enter here, you will find that this place is really poor. It is a luxury to maintain a herd of hundreds of cattle, sheep and horses with dozens and hundreds of herdsmen.
So when they saw the 300 people like Zhao Ming coming in large numbers, the herdsmen who were grazing were rushing back, and the women who were busy in the house poked their heads in fear.
Judging from his face, because he often eats meat, the dishes are not that bad, but because he doesn’t eat much, he doesn’t have many kilograms of meat on him.
Compared with the two tribes just now, they are like the sky and the earth.
Those two groups of people were all fat and strong, and it looked like they were living a very comfortable life.
Looking at the nearby pasture, it was even more torn apart by being eaten back and forth. The herdsmen consciously controlled the sheep to eat the pasture farther away.
But Zhao Ming also discovered that the herdsmen's grazing land was very limited, and no matter how hard they tried to control it, they would not dare to extend their grazing land farther away.
They seem to be afraid of something. Perhaps this is the reason why their herd has never been able to expand, and the bodies of their cattle and sheep are not very fat.
