Chapter 963 Important things (Part 2)
After entering March, Daibei Dadi suddenly "awoke".
The river flows with a roar, and the young shoots burst out of the ground.
Bright flowers decorate the branches, and tall willow trees stretch their waists in the wind.
Under the white clouds, the shepherds were also busy.
Their houses seem to be getting better and better year by year, and some people have even abandoned their domes and become accustomed to living in houses built of adobe or wooden planks.
The old people muttered about where they had been, how clear the water was, how lush the vegetation was, and how blue the ponds were like a mirror.
At the end of the sentence, I actually felt a little sentimental.
The teenagers who were growing up laughed loudly and scattered in all directions.
They seldom run around now, let alone their ancestors, they are not the same as their parents.
They have the impression of the dome they lived in when they were children, but those felts, ropes, and wooden posts have been piled up at home and have not been used for a long time.
What they are experiencing now is adobe houses built bit by bit through the joint efforts of their parents and clan members.
They would follow their father in repairing the roof, but no longer tied the ropes to the felt tent.
They would follow their mother to the caravan to pick out cloth and household items. Their lives were no longer just about cattle and sheep.
They still remember the past events of riding sheep as children and riding horses as adults, but there is more content about being down-to-earth and practicing foot combat.
They are different.
A gust of wind blowing from Luoyang set off huge changes in the land of Daibei. Everyone was caught up in it. Whether you like it or hate it, you were forced to follow the changes.
The old man scolded the boy who had lost his tradition, because no one would listen to his story about the grassland hero.
He never tired of hearing the myths and legends of the distant ancestral era, the Green Wolf and the White Deer, when he was a child.
But today's young people only talk about who has become an official, who has a lot of Central Plains utensils in his home, and who is wearing colorful silks and satins on beautiful girls...
"Alas!" The old man sighed heavily, with a hurt expression, uh, and went to pound the rice.
"Bang!" The old man struggled to hold the wooden bucket and shell the corn in front of the stone mortar.
"Bang!" The aroma of corn porridge wafted out from the earthen pot not far away, and the old man suddenly felt a lot more energetic.
Although tradition is getting further and further away from him, for the sake of corn porridge - it tastes so good!
"Wow!" A huge exclamation sounded in the distance.
The old man looked up and saw a large group of people coming with horses from the southwest.
In front were dozens of men wearing brocade robes and furs, followed by more than a hundred knights.
They were gleaming with silver, holding horse poles as thick as small trees. Both their men and horses were covered with iron armor, and they looked majestic.
On both sides of the hundred cavalry, there were two hundred people with braided hair who looked like Huns, carrying swords and bows, following closely.
Armored cavalry!
The old man's hands trembled and he was startled.
The Xianbei people, whether Duan Bu, Tuoba or Murong - but not Yuwen - all like armored cavalry, spears and spears, and face-to-face confrontation.
Every time he fought for the people of the Central Plains, in addition to food and silk, he would also ask for horse armor, long spears, and iron armor.
At that time, Wang Jun gave Duanbu Xianbei five thousand horse armors in one go. When the tribes near and far heard about it, they were all envious.
When the old man was young, he also fought with Tuoba Liuxiu and Duan Bu. At that time, they were just partial troops with light armor and light cavalry. After being blocked by Duan Bu's light cavalry, the armored cavalry rushed forward and were completely defeated.
From then on, he was afraid of falling into this thing. Even Dai Guo's own armored cavalry would frighten him.
Fortunately, a hundred armored cavalry stopped in the distance.
A braided Hun knelt down beside the majestic horse, intending to let the nobleman on the horse step on his back.
The young nobleman waved his hand to signal him to leave, and then dismounted lightly.
He has a good foundation in skills. He has obviously been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, and he has been riding horses for a long time.
Hundreds of horses came galloping from the north, their wolf-head flags flying in the wind.
The old man shrank his neck, what day is it today, why are so many noble people gathering here?
The teenagers were dispersed far away, but they refused to stay away and still watched.
Some people even have dreams. If I can put on this iron armor, play this horse, and return to the tribe, will I have the choice of beautiful girls?
The two groups of men and horses quickly approached, dozens of steps apart.
The soldiers and horses in the north dispersed, revealing a gorgeous carriage.
Eight-year-old Tuoba Shiyiqian was helped down. He looked around, and then locked his eyes tightly on the tall boy in front of him.
Shi Helun, the governor of the Shanyu Protectorate, put his fat belly back in his arms and said: "I must come forward to see you as a gift."
Liu Lugu glanced at him but said nothing.
Wang Chang, the governor of Yunzhong, and Zhang Tong, the governor of Mayi, looked at their noses and hearts and remained silent.
The nobleman Pu Gu listened to the words and smiled, as if he could not smell the subtle smell in the air.
Tuoba Shiyiqian nodded and walked forward surrounded by several strong young men.
Shao Gui and his followers whispered a few words and quickly moved forward.
He was more polite and bowed first: "I've met Mr. Dai."
"I've seen Shao do it." Tuoba Shiyiqian said.
Shao Gui smiled and greeted He Lun again.
He Lun was more polite and said: "The prince is very handsome, and he also goes deep into the bitter and cold place, which makes people admire him."
"That's too much praise." Shao Gui paused and said, "Since I work as a lieutenant for the Chanyu Mansion, I should come here. But I don't know how the farming is like here?"
He Lun called for someone.
Shi Pei Shiliu, the commander of Shanyu Tuntian Cao, immediately stepped forward, saluted, and said: "On behalf of the public, please come with me and I will explain it in detail."
"Okay, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times." Shao Gui avoided the dried dung not far from his feet without leaving a trace, and headed towards the village ahead.
Tuoba Shiyiqian went hand in hand with him.
After they set off, a group of officials, attendants, and nobles followed them.
Liu Lu was alone at the back and glanced at the armored cavalry who was dismounting.
They were led by a strong man in his thirties named Gai Hou. He was the younger brother of Gai Zhi, the prefect of Anping. He was born in the Gai family of Yuyang. He was skilled in bow and horse and had amazing bravery.
After seeing Liu Lugu, he raised his eyebrows and grinned. Liu Lugu looked away and quickly followed Tuoba Shiyiqian.
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"The people in this village are common people, with a total of 73 households and more than 400 people. They have been farming and herding here for three years." Pei Shiliu said, pointing to the village where smoke was rising.
"According to the history of the order, farming and animal husbandry began in the year when the Shan Yufu was established?" Shao Gui asked.
"Of course." Pei Shiliu replied.
"Where were they originally? What did they do for a living?" Shao Gui asked.
"This is in the northwest of Dongmugen Mountain." Pu Guting came over and said, "After King Liang defeated Qi's mother and son, our troops stayed in the Sangganshui area until today."
"No more nomadic?"
"There are still nomadic clans, but most of them move between Yunzhong and Mayi and never go far." Pu Guting said: "Some no longer move, just like this village."
"Who's clan is this village? Pu's clan?"
"Pugu's family, Putun's family, etc. are all Pu's family, but they are different." Pu Guting couldn't figure it out himself, so he called someone over, asked carefully, and said: "This village calls itself 'Pu Liuru'. '' is a small surname. ”
Shao Gui said oh, he hadn’t heard it and didn’t care much.
The largest clan in the Pu tribe is the "Pu Gu" clan, who has always been the leader of the tribe.
"It seems like someone is pounding rice in the village?" Shao Gui pointed to a house at the head of the village and said.
"Go and take a look and you'll find out." Pu Gu Ting was more positive and invited.
"That's fine." Shao Gui nodded and walked forward.
Liu Lugu pulled Shi Yijian's hand and asked him to follow him.
Shi Yiqian's little face tightened, as if he wasn't happy.
Liu Lugu glanced at Pu Gu Ting.
This man was wearing a large and expensive mink fur coat, and his ears and neck were covered with golden light.
Inside the fur is a gorgeous brocade robe, which was not made by King Liang back then, but was made by himself.
Thinking of the Platts mansion he saw in Xinping, as well as the wrestlers and beautiful female singers raised in the mansion, Liu Lugu also felt a little unhappy.
Pu Gulu and Pu Guting father and son have fallen!
Do they still remember the seven obstacles and eight difficulties faced by their ancestors when they migrated?
Do they still remember the difficult journey their ancestors had when they were in Shengle?
Do they still remember the heroic ambitions of their father and brother back then?
It's strange that Liu Lu, a Tiefu Xiongnu alone, became sympathetic to Suotou.
Pu Gulu's father and son, who are authentic Tuoba family members, are slowly changing.
The chaotic footsteps stopped at the end of the village.
All that was left in the yard was the wooden pestle that had fallen to the ground and the half-pounded corn, but the old man had disappeared.
Pu Guting asked his servant to come forward, search for it, and find the old man.
Shao Gui scanned around and found that the yard was really dirty and the smell was terrible. He couldn't help but stopped and didn't want to go any further.
He called a guest named Tagawa and asked him to come forward and ask.
This man was from the Tian family in Beiping and spoke Xianbei dialect. After going up, he chatted a lot with Pu Gu Ting and the old man.
After a while, he came back and reported: "My lord, this family has planted more than ten acres of millet and ten acres of rice, and another twenty acres of pasture."
"I planted some mulberry trees at home, but they didn't grow. I don't know why."
"We didn't kill any sheep last fall, so we relied on hay harvested from the fields and wild fields to feed them. We also have two horses at home, which we also feed on hay. In the spring, there is not enough fodder, so we plan to feed them with bran and fatten them up, which will be needed soon."
"Where to use it?" Shao Gui asked curiously.
"His youngest son has just returned from Yue's family and has little wealth. He plans to lend him the horse and go to Shuofang with General Zhenbei." Tian Chuan replied.
It is a custom in Wuhuan and Xianbei that after a man and a woman have fallen in love, they go to live with their in-laws for a while and help them with work. Then the couple "cleanses and leaves the house" to officially start a family - of course, some in-laws will give them part of their property. , will not really leave the house clean.
"Why are you going to Shuofang?" Shao Gui asked.
He knew that last year, Wang Feng, the Prime Minister of the country, attacked Shuofang, but failed the first time and failed to capture it. He summoned a large group of troops the second time and finally captured them all. Hearing that the general of the town army, Liu Hu, was very upset, so he agreed again. The Hexi tribe and the Helan tribe in the Xinshan and Nuozhen water branches took up the position, but were defeated.
Is there a rebellion in Shuofang?
"Capture prisoners." Tian Chuan whispered: "Start from Shuofang, go south to Kujiesha, or move mountains to capture miscellaneous Hu people and sell them to the court."
Shao Gui suddenly realized.
"The proceeds from the sale are silk." Tagawa added: "This item was not of much use in the Dai Kingdom, but now you can buy it from the caravan. According to the old man, his youngest son plans to buy some silk floss and exchange for some. Brocade, make a brocade quilt.”
"How profitable is it to capture prisoners?" Shao Gui was a little surprised.
Brocade quilts are generally only affordable by wealthy households. How could a miserable herdsman on the grassland want to use brocade quilts? How many slaves does he want to capture?
"I don't know about that." Tagawa shook his head.
Shao Gui nodded.
I really wouldn’t know if I didn’t come, but I would be shocked when I come.
Unknowingly, the situation in the grassland has changed so much.
Some people settled down to farm, making a living by growing grain, growing pasture, and raising livestock. They even obtained mulberry seeds from the Wuhuan people and tried to grow mulberries.
Some people are semi-settled and semi-nomadic, and the income brought by settling down in life is increasing day by day.
Some people simply start a business without capital and make money by killing people and capturing prisoners.
There are also Xianbei nobles who make a lot of money from trading in the Central Plains and grasslands, and gradually become fond of enjoying themselves.
The changes are not particularly drastic, but they seem to be an inevitable and unstoppable trend.
Tuoba Shiyiqian also heard it.
He seemed to be becoming more unhappy, always feeling like something in him was slipping away little by little.
Yesterday General Zhendong told him that his mother secretly gave birth to a daughter in Changchun Palace, and she is still raising her there, keeping company with Tuoba Lizhen.
Shi Yijian felt very sour in his heart, even more aggrieved and even resentful.
He didn't know what to do.
Liu Lugu asked him to wait patiently for the opportunity. Once the time was right, he would kill the rebels and return power to him.
Shi Yiqian didn't dare to do it at first, but now he feels that it doesn't matter.
Words such as "horse plowing", "several times more", and "great increase in harvest" came from the distance. He couldn't stand it anymore and was minding his own business.
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