"Then we will ask Chief Zhao to take care of our Pingqian Village from now on!"
Without any hesitation, Old Man Sun knelt on the ground and said sternly with his hands clasped in fists.
"Okay, what age has it been? This routine can be dispensed with."
Zhao Ming helped the other party up, and a smile appeared on his face again.
"Come! This is a great banquet. All the cattle and sheep have been slaughtered. If you don't eat, you won't get anything. Don't be polite and start eating!"
Conquering Pingqian Village is very important to Zhao Ming. Even if Pingqian Village is full of people, it only has more than 80 people, but it is a beginning.
Zhao Ming never thought of integrating the entire grassland by himself.
"Come on! Drink!"
Zhao Ming said that he was going to raise a glass to drink with the herdsmen and brothers, but Ah Fu quickly reminded him, "Uncle, your injury has not healed yet..."
"Talk too much! I'm happy today. It's okay to take a sip." Zhao Ming waved his hand.
But Old Man Sun on the side is still discerning. Zhao Ming's appearance is enough for some things, and if the subordinates are smarter, they will have to help.
Although the things are small, the accumulation of small things can also show how a person's brain is.
"Haha, Chief Zhao, since you are injured, it is the same as drinking tea instead of wine."
Old Man Sun spoke first, and Li Huer on the side also quickly agreed, "Yes, yes! Chief Zhao still puts his health first."
"Haha, I'll have a good drink with you all some other day, but today I'll just pretend I'm exempt from fighting for a day and have tea instead of wine!"
"good!"
Everyone agreed in unison, and the atmosphere now was completely different from before.
In the past, although the herdsmen and the brothers from the Zhensong Army were equally happy to get along with each other, they still had hidden knots in their hearts. Before it was revealed, it was all superficial. But now it is different. Everyone is really drinking happily.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere among everyone became more intense, and some people were even shouting and wrestling with each other.
At first, a few brothers from the Zhensong Army who liked to cause trouble were shouting, but gradually the herdsmen from Pingqiantun also got involved, and it gradually turned into wrestling.
Looking at the lively scene, Zhao Ming also smiled sincerely.
Damn it’s not easy, I finally have a piece of land that truly belongs to me on the grassland.
But at this moment, Zhao Ming caught a glimpse of Old Man Sun's expression on the side, hesitant to speak.
"Haha, Lao Sun, what's the relationship between you and me now? If you have anything to say, just say it. There's no need to be secretive."
"There is indeed something I want to talk to Commander Zhao about. It's a good thing, but it's a bit difficult."
As he spoke, Old Man Sun frowned and looked a little embarrassed.
"Tell me about it." Zhao Ming knew that this was probably a certificate of nomination given to him by the other party, or a greeting gift at the dock.
“Sir Zhao, this is indeed a good thing.
What you said before is correct, our Pingqiantun did not end up in this situation overnight.
I think you also know that a large part of our people were from Taipusi Banner, and Taipusi Banner used to manage the royal horses.
It was originally the southern part of Ximeng, but after the former dynasty fell, the Taipusi flag was demolished to pieces after several changes here.
Part of it was assigned to us, which is today's Pingqiantun area and the Han and Mongolian people here gathered together.
Previously, they were suppressed by the former racecourse director, resulting in some casualties, but hundreds of others were opened.
The reason our Pingqian Village still exists is because they are afraid of that group of people. "
Zhao Ming's eyes lit up as he listened to what Old Man Sun was talking about.
This is indeed a good gift!
If he can recruit these hundreds of people, the power he can control will not be too weak.
What Zhao Ming is most worried about now is that the number of core team members is too small. If this Song-suppressing army has a few more life-and-death battles, it will probably be completely broken.
Without the Zhensong Army, Zhao Ming stayed in the grassland, and there would be no difference between living and dead.
"Oh, what is the difficulty now?" Zhao Ming asked calmly without being carried away by the excitement.
"Well, Commander Zhao, Allah took you to the Shaboltai Desert before. Do you still have any impressions?"
"Um!"
"That Huozhongtun is a branch of our Taipusi Banner. This is also the difficulty. You can guess some of their locations if you think about it.
They have no time to pay attention to these disputes, and their lives are not much better than ours now.
The grassland in Huozhongtun is not rich, but the water source is not bad. It is estimated that several people will die in winter. "
"So what's the difficulty?" Zhao Ming shook his head and asked again.
Hearing this, Old Man Sun was stunned. Wasn't what he said obvious enough?
"Sir Zhao, they have no time for this..."
“Are they so poor that they can’t even take the blame?”
"Um...yes..."
"I remember that the law of the jungle prevails on the grasslands, and everyone relies on the sky for food. Are there often robbers from other tribes harassing them? Are cattle and sheep often robbed? Or are tribal men killed?"
"Yes Yes!"
Only then did Old Man Sun feel that the young Officer Zhao in front of him was really reckless when he seemed to be acting recklessly!
"It's enough here. Tomorrow you will take people over to ask questions. Do you want to go hungry or wait to be cut with a knife? Do you want to live or die?"
Agree to hang out with me, Zhao Ming, and I, Zhao Ming, will guarantee that they will have a good year this year! "
Zhao Ming made the decision directly and gave the order simply and simply.
Of course he understood some of Old Man Sun's concerns. It was nothing more than Old Man Sun's habit of expressing emotions and reasoning.
People are quite smart, but being too smart is not good.
There is no need to complicate a simple problem.
The people in Huo Zhongtun are almost the same as those in Ping Qiantun. They are all on the end of the road. If they don't change, they will die.
The simple truth is that if the other party can't figure it out, then Zhao Ming won't bother to deal with such an idiot.
The next day, early in the morning, there was movement in Pingqian Tun, and the ten cavalry were heading towards Huozhong Tun in a light and simple manner.
Huo Zhongtun is nearly a hundred miles away from here, so it will take a long time to speed up.
I feel that my physical condition has improved a lot, and there is no problem if I ride a horse and walk slowly.
Zhao Ming took Monkey and his group to personally lead the team to Maoming'anbu.
The weather has become a lot cooler today. If you calculate the time, today should be September 5th, and in January it will be October.
By mid-October, the temperature in the grasslands generally begins to drop sharply, and there is not much time left for yourself.
Yesterday, I got some other news from a chat with Old Man Sun.
For example, the approximate candidate for the last sneak attack and the general situation of Chahar can be summarized in one sentence, two wings, eight banners and four herds.
Many systems in the prairie are inherited from the previous dynasty, and the two wings include the Eight Banners, which can be understood as the eight tribes.
That is, the left wing is blue, white, bordered with white, and bordered with yellow. The right wing is yellow, red, bordered with red, and bordered with blue.
The Eight Banners of Chahar have the responsibility of managing pastures and inspecting and grazing.
For example, the Maoming'an tribe and the Dalhan tribe belong to the left wing. Even Pingqian Tun and Huozhong Tun, which were actually separated from Taipu Temple, also belong to the left wing.
The north is mostly composed of left-wing tribes, while the right-wing is mostly composed of southern Xi League tribes.
As for the person who attacked that time, according to Lao Suntou's guess, it was estimated that he came from the right wing of the south, and was suspected of being from the Shangdu Department.
Now the Eight Banners of Chahar are gradually becoming chaotic with the demise of the previous dynasty, so the Eight Banners are now gradually evolving into tribes of different sizes.
It will just clearly divide the left and right wings, as well as the four pastures.
Now they, Maoming'an, Darhan, and more than 20 nearby small tribes, large and small, have jointly belonged to Ming'an Ranch.
It can be said that from the perspective of Shangfeng and the farm director Zhao Ming, whether it is Maoming'an, Dalhan, or Pingqiantun, the cattle, sheep and horses they raise are part of Ming'an Ranch.
There is a fixed payment amount every year.
The right-wing Shangdu Department is located in Shangdu Ranch, which is more than 300 miles away.
The owner of the farm is the leader of the Shangdu Department and the owner of the Shangdu Ranch.
As for why the other party targeted Zhao Ming, it was no other than selling military horses privately.
This is one of the biggest secrets of the grassland.
