Hashiha strode into the big tent, without even looking at Kun Timur who was sitting on it, he just sat aside and said in a deep voice: "The Oara tribe moved westward and re-divided their grazing land. Some tribes are disobedient. I hope the Great Khan will draft an edict telling them the consequences of not surrendering."
Kun Timur's eyes trembled. He had no way to deal with Harshiha's rudeness.
"The Prime Minister has the power to control, and all tribes should obey the Prime Minister's orders. If they don't obey, they should be allowed to do whatever they want. So there is no need for an edict, right?"
Kun Timur said reluctantly.
An edict or something is just a formality.
But in this world, some ridiculous forms must exist. Ha Shiha not only wants to be a bitch, but also wants to build a memorial arch.
Ha Shiha glanced at Kun Timur coldly and said: "How can people be convinced without an edict? Write it quickly, I want it now. Come on, write the ink for the Khan."
Kun Timur lowered his head, picked up the pen, stroke by stroke, and wrote the edict through the back of the paper.
With this edict, Ha Shiha can "carry the edict to order all the ministries."
But what can be done?
Kun Timur could not defeat Hashiha, and his own tribe was no match for Hashiha.
Ha Shiha took the edict and looked at it. When he saw that there was no seal, he frowned and said, "Why not seal it?"
Kun Timur looked at Harshiha bitterly and said: "The seal is taken from the Libala I bought, and it carries an ominous sign. If there is a new seal..."
"How can Yuan Ting's seal be allowed to be tampered with?"
Harshiha did not allow Kun Timur to refuse, so he opened the sandalwood box on the desk, took out the big seal inside, stamped it on the edict, then dropped the big seal and left with satisfaction.
Kun Timur's face was extremely gloomy. He, a puppet, was not even as good as the Libala he bought!
Hashiha returned to his tent, summoned Erihemu, and said: "Now I have an edict. If any tribe refuses to obey in the future, it will be completely annexed."
Erihemu looked happy, asked for the edict and read it carefully, then congratulated Hashiha: "The Prime Minister will become the king of the grassland."
Ha Shiha laughed with satisfaction and arranged for people to prepare wine and meat.
He controls the entire Wala, and he still holds Dahan in his hand. Whoever he wants to deal with is easily captured, right?
Erihemu said goodbye and walked out of the tent. When he saw someone pulling out the community animals for slaughter, he suddenly ran over and shouted: "Can't kill!"
As nomadic people, especially these nobles, it is normal to kill cattle and sheep for meat.
But Erihemu stopped this killing.
Before the slaughterer could ask why, Erihemu turned around and entered the tent.
Hashiha was drinking wine and enjoying the graceful dance of Yanji. Hashiha was a little puzzled by the departure and return of Eri and Mu, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Erihemu said seriously: "Prime Minister, we still need to ask the Great Khan for an order."
"Oh?" Ha Shiha's Adam's apple trembled several times and asked, "What more orders do you want?"
Erihemu said: "You are not allowed to slaughter or eat mutton!"
"Ahem, what did you say?"
Hashiha almost choked and looked at Erihemu with a look of disbelief.
Not allowed to eat mutton?
Are you kidding me? Isn’t raising so many sheep just for meat? You are a wise man after all, how could you say such childish words.
Erihemu was not joking and repeated seriously: "Mutton is not allowed to be slaughtered or eaten!"
Ha Shiha waved his hand and asked Yanji to
He stepped aside, stood up, walked towards Erihemu, and asked sternly: "You know what you are talking about, right? You actually said such ridiculous things?"
Erihemu saluted and said: "As a minister, I must serve the Prime Minister wholeheartedly. But the Prime Minister seems to have forgotten that sheep are our greatest wealth after horses!"
A word of wake-up call.
Hashiha understood what Erihemu meant.
Merchants of the Ming Dynasty repeatedly said that thirty pounds of wool were worth one pound of salt, and they equated the price of wool with the price of salt, which could be used to purchase department stores.
To put it bluntly, merchants used wool as hard currency, just like grain was used as hard currency before the Ming Dynasty.
As long as you shear the wool and bring it over, you can exchange it for something.
Wool comes from sheep. If the sheep is slaughtered and eaten, there will only be one crop of wool. It will take time for the lambs to grow up...
"The merchant left a message. The price of wool may be higher next year. Thirty pounds of wool can be exchanged for one and a half pounds of salt. But we can't produce so much wool, so we can only give the merchant a large number of cattle and sheep. Even war horses go to buy salt, iron and other supplies, which is a huge loss for us in Wala."
Erihemu crushed it and explained.
Ha Shiha understood. Wool is money. If you eat a sheep, you will lose a lot of money and cannot eat it. However, it is inappropriate to order a ban on eating mutton. Everyone relies on beef and mutton to survive.
Cows give birth to one calf at a time, and sheep give birth to two lambs at a time. Even eating cows alone can’t keep up...
"It is not appropriate to slaughter and eat mutton. Let's let Kun Timur order all the ministries. Ming merchants will come again next year, and wool will be more valuable. If you can eat less sheep, eat less..."
Harshiha made up her mind.
Erihemu praised him repeatedly and said: "This minister is not thoughtful, and it should be like this."
To the south of a natural pass in Hangai Mountain, densely packed tents are stationed.
Mahamu did not stay in the tent, but took Zhewuduo and a few guards to climb the pass. The blowing north wind was particularly strong at the pass.
"Chief, let's go back, the wind is too strong."
Zhewuduo shouted, but his voice was blown away by the strong wind.
Mahamu stood at the pass, looking at the vast land in the north, and shouted loudly: "I am Mahamu, Mahamu of Choros!"
The biting cold wind stung Mahamu's face, but he still looked into the distance fearlessly.
Choros surrendered and moved westward under the command of Hashiha. He originally thought that he would get a good grazing land, but he never thought that what Hashiha assigned him was the worst place!
The cold winds in the pass make it difficult to withstand the severe cold in winter. Even in the coming year, there will not be many places for grazing here.
Hashiha has concerns about himself. Although he cannot attack himself, he can use these insidious tricks to weaken Choros's strength.
After walking out of the pass, Mahamu looked at Zhewuduo with cold eyes and ordered: "Get ready for winter hunting!"
"Winter Hunt!"
Zhewuduo looked at Mahamu in surprise.
It is extremely cold at this time, how can we hunt in winter? If you are not careful, you may get frostbite.
Just looking at Mahamu's emotionless eyes, Zhewuduo didn't say anything, but followed the order and passed the patriarch's words to the Choros tribe.
"Without strength, you can only be bullied. But I, Mahamu, like to bully others, not be bullied!"
Mahamu made the decision to make Choros stronger.
The road to strength is never easy, but is accompanied by pain, torture, bloodshed, and even death!
Thousands of troops treading the snow, their long bows are cold,
Thousands of horses are silent and I am the hero!
The Choros tribe did not enjoy the warm tents, but walked towards the forest and snowy fields.
It was also on this day that Mahamu's wife, Princess Samur, the daughter of Meribala, felt the movement of the fetus in her belly. No one thought that this fetus would become a very powerful figure in the future, surpassing Mahamu's existence...
Ming Dynasty, capital.
Ma Enhui invited 36 skilled women among the victims to enter the palace to teach wool processing techniques. Concubines Shu, Concubine Ning, and Concubine Xian also participated and introduced specific matters.
These people all knew that woolen coats, woolen quilts, and woolen hats were valuable, and they also knew that no one outside the world knew about this skill, but the queen actually told these women without reservation.
"After you have finished your studies, you will teach them to other villagers. It can be regarded as a craft. After the next spring, if you plan to leave the capital and return to your hometown, this craft can also support your family."
Ma Enhui said gently.
The clever women were moved beyond measure. Mrs. Li wiped her tears and said, "The Queen has shown us such kindness as the ocean, and we really have no way to repay her."
"What's the reward? You are the people of the Ming Dynasty. Don't cry like this. Next year, a batch of wool will be sent from the border. Who knows, you still have to work. Work hard and try to save more money before going back."
Ma Enhui said with a smile on her face.
It was not Ma Enhui's original intention to spread the wool weaving method, but Zhu Yunwen's instruction.
In Zhu Yunwen's view, the key to whether wool can bring about the enclosure movement lies in how big the wool market is, how big the industry is, and how big the benefits are.
The documents sent to Daning should also have arrived.
In the final mutual market plan, there was only one stipulation: wool was currency.
Whether Duoyanwei or Fuyuwei want salt, iron, or other goods, Daming will always collect wool.
Forget about the horses.
If Duoyanwei thinks that a horse is worth 500 taels, and the merchant checks it and thinks it can only be worth 200 taels, and if they can't reach an agreement, it's easy for them to get into a fight...
The God of War Zhu Qizhen went to Tumubao to discuss the horse price with Wala Mahamu's grandson...
We must learn lessons from history.
We don’t want horses for the Ming Dynasty, nor cattle and sheep, but wool, wool...
Sheep are so good, they eat a lot of grass and reproduce quickly. Once they become large-scale, these people don't need to learn riding, shooting or wrestling. It's great to go to herd sheep all year round.
As long as they give them wool, Daming is willing to provide them with all the supplies they need. Even if they want a shepherd dog, Zhu Yunwen will order it to be captured for them.
As for whether Duoyanwei and Fuyuwei will agree to this "mutual market" plan, Zhu Yunwen is not worried. If he doesn't agree, just cancel it. There will be no problem in strictly controlling the supply in the future.
The initiative is always in Ming's hands.
On the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, government offices across the Ming Dynasty began to be sealed. The nearly one-month holiday was a carnival for officials.
In order to avoid emergencies, local government offices usually arrange for officials to be on duty. They are just to check on the door and pass on news, but they do not work.
Only in the capital's government offices, each department would have at least one assistant minister on duty.
This year the seal was sealed and Zhang Yan was left behind in the cabinet. Yu Xin and Xie Jin took a long vacation and left with each other laughing.
Zhang Ming was bored and sitting in the cabinet reading a book. Suddenly there was movement outside the door. When he looked up, he saw that it was Tie Xuan, the minister of the Ministry of War, who had been arrested for duty not long after he returned to Beijing.
Tie Xuan shouted solemnly: "Zhang Ge, there is military information in Guangxi."
