What did I ask Wang Ping to do? Looking for Qiang people? Why are you looking for Qiang people? Let me graze. And now this Li Yi told me that he could provide horses?
Don't underestimate the pony, after all, they have left their name in history. Therefore, Yunnan horses are also horses!
Feng Yong thought for a while and wondered, could there really be destiny in this world? Then I thought about the story of Wang Mang, the senior time traveler, and Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, and I shuddered in my heart. Forget it, I'd better go to Hanzhong and have a good time grazing.
"Then how many horses does Li Langjun have in his hand?"
"Ten horses should be enough for this trip to Hanzhong, right?"
"Not even fifty horses?"
Li Yi's mouth twitched. This Feng Langjun was really... generous. He originally thought that giving him ten horses would be enough to show his sincerity, but he didn't expect that the other party would ask for fifty horses as soon as he opened his mouth.
"It's true," Li Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There is a shortage of horses in Sichuan. Although this Yunnan horse is produced in Nanzhong, it is not easy to get, not to mention the rebellion now..."
I remembered that when I first came to Feng Mansion, I was shocked by the "generousness" of Feng Langjun in front of me. I originally offered a thousand guan, but the other party offered me 30,000 guan. It wasn't until later that I realized it was a joke, but this time, it couldn't be true and there was a misunderstanding, right?
Thinking of this, Li Yi asked tentatively: "Feng Langjun wants so many horses, does he have some other agenda?"
Feng Yong looked at Li Yi with admiration in his eyes and said, "Li Langjun is really a smart person."
"Can you talk to Li?" Li Yi came over, looking very interested.
I can't help but be interested, not to mention anything else, just the slave sale that I personally experienced... Oh, it was about the surrender of prisoners. I don't know how he and the prime minister got along, and in the end they were involved in the settlement of Hanzhong. It has nothing to do with it. I really don’t know where this person got such exquisite thoughts - he is just a little too vicious.
The nomadic peoples in the north have been plundering southward since the beginning of history. When the Central Plains dynasty was strong, they would often beat them to the ground and cut them off like leeks. But whenever the Central Plains dynasty declines, they will continue to go south to rob like the unbeatable Xiao Qiang.
Is it really because of his savage nature and fear of death?
Of course this is not the case. If they were really not afraid of death, they would not surrender to the Central Plains again and again. On the contrary, they were too afraid of death because if they did not go south, they would starve to death.
It can be said that the descendants of Yan and Huang are uniquely favored by God: they occupy plain areas formed by the alluvial accumulation of several rivers. Moreover, these plain areas are vast in area and are located in areas with warm climate suitable for farming, which can last for thousands of years.
This geographical advantage is rare even in the world. Therefore, even in the backward ancient times, people had the confidence to say, "Don't take away a hundred acres of land at the right time. A family of several people can live without hunger."
But would you try this on the grassland? One hundred acres of grassland, in ancient times when there was no silage technology and no knowledge of rotational grazing, and people only lived by water, I don’t know how many cows and sheep they could raise, but it certainly couldn’t feed a single person.
So the grassland is so big, you can live comfortably, but you will die faster.
Cattle and sheep appear when the wind blows over the grass, which sounds nice, but that's when there is grass. In winter, when a white disaster strikes, not only livestock but also people have to wait obediently to die.
The ancient northern nomads, when a tribe huddled together to keep warm in winter, put the young and the strong in the middle, and the old and the weak on the outside. In other words, if the old and weak can't stand it any longer, they should die first and leave the young and strong behind.
This not only retains the vitality of the clan, but also reduces the population to avoid excessive consumption of food rations - the concept of natural selection is vividly expressed here. So if they don't go south to rob, how can they survive?
Although the garrison where Feng Yong was stationed at that time was surrounded by desert, there was a small village dozens of kilometers away from the garrison. Once, the army had a dispute with the small village, and pulled some people over to help the villagers build a feed silage cellar.
There are only a few families in the village, and each family raises more than a dozen sheep. Basically, the whole family's income depends on these sheep.
As a southerner, Feng Yong curiously asked a very idiotic question: Why not raise more?
The old man, who looked to be in his sixties but was actually only in his forties, spoke half-baked Mandarin, pointed at the open space in the distance and said: "Well, there's not enough grass to eat, there are too many sheep!" Then he pointed Pointing to the tower-shaped feed silage cellar, he said, "We rely on this in winter, otherwise the sheep will not have anything to eat and they will starve to death."
With the advent of silage technology, herdsmen have to be careful about how much livestock they keep. Otherwise, if you keep raising them desperately, do you really think that cattle and sheep can grow up by drinking the northwest wind? Not to mention the ancient times when there were as many cattle and sheep as the grass grew in the fields.
Moreover, at that time, the Hu Yi and other northern nomads also made a cruel calculation: calculating the number of human survival based on the number of cattle, sheep and food in their hands.
Want to survive? Then go grab it! Can't get it? Then go to hell!
So what Feng Yong wants to do now is to slightly change this backward herding method of running around the world into a captive method. I don’t know if one hundred acres of grassland like this can support one person, but it’s no problem if it can double or triple the number of cattle and sheep it supports.
The sword flashed suddenly, and the silver light suddenly broke.
A slight "pop" sound sounded, and a wooden stick as thick as an arm standing in the martial arts arena shook slightly.
Guan Ji carefully controlled her breath. The hands holding the knife were overexerted, and veins appeared on the backs of her hands with some minor scars. When his breathing calmed down, the light of the knife flashed, and he held the knife in both hands and swung it towards the wooden stick again...
The wooden stick still didn't fall this time, but it shook even more.
At this time, a right hand reached out to the top of the wooden stick, held down the shaking wooden stick, and then picked up a one-inch-thick piece of wood from the top of the seemingly seamless wooden stick.
The small piece of wood cut by the knife was placed in his left hand, his right hand reached out again, and he picked up another piece...
Starting from the top, the five-foot-tall stick was split into thirteen pieces one inch thick at a time without falling to the ground.
"aunt."
Guan Ji saw the person clearly, stopped her hand, and shouted.
The prime minister's residence has one thing that is very similar to the residences of many military generals, that is, there is a martial arts arena. It's just that this martial arts performance ground is a bit special. Normally, the prime minister would not come here unless necessary. Because this martial arts performance ground is specially opened for the Prime Minister's wife, Guan Ji often comes here to practice martial arts, and sometimes the Prime Minister's wife also brings Zhang Xing here.
"Let's take a break." Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji, touched the cut surface of the small piece of wood with her fingers, and shook her head gently. "The cuts are getting rougher every time, which shows that your mind is unstable. Practicing like this is also in vain. It’s better to take a break and calm down your distracting thoughts before we talk.”
"Follow your aunt's orders."
Guan Ji put the knife away and followed Huang Yueying to the rest area of the martial arts training ground. A maid had already brought a bowl with soup.
