Chapter 310 Nomad
The word nomad can actually refer to two ways of life, one is to live by water and grass, and the other is a seasonal fixed pasture.
For the former, private land ownership is almost incomprehensible. The latter has continuously subdivided the ownership of the grassland in repeated conflicts.
"Fixed pasture" refers to the fact that the herdsmen consciously demarcate and use a specific piece of land as a long-term grazing area within a certain area of area based on seasons and pasture conditions.
Compared with a fully migratory life, a fixed pasture means a relatively stable, regularly used land that herders will rely on for a long time to feed their livestock.
Of course, these two are not strictly opposites, nor are they inconvertible.
After a fixed pasture division, nomads actually began to change to a semi-settled state, and some seasons can be concentrated in fixed places every year.
Such a semi-settled life is not a weakening of strength for herders.
Instead, it will make the tribe's family unit more stable, which will lead to stronger family dependence and collective consciousness.
It is also a precursor to the arrival of another glorious era for nomads.
Arslan is a smart man, but due to his education, he cannot use beautiful words like poetry to describe the hardships of herding life.
I can't tell the kind of struggle against the world, nature, drought and burning and heat. He only knows that people like him have created a "highly tough mind".
If in the Middle Ages, farming villages were scattered on the ground, they were bright civilized sparks in the night sky, isolated islands far away from the sea, and a rare oasis in the desert.
But at least the farmers are hugging each other tightly. They may be surrounded by the wilderness, but they rarely step into the familiar "civilization".
What about the herdsmen?
In this vast world, most of them, people from a tribe are scattered in the wilderness on a scale of 100 kilometers based on their families.
Their felt tents are migratory birds rushing in the wasteland, chasing the grassland where withering and flourishing alternately.
Baijian swallowed the entire pasture, and they wanted to cut the mare's blood vessels and sip warm blood.
The cold wind cuts the valley, and they snuggle in each other in tents, listening to the howling of the wolf pack at night.
When the burnt sun burns the earth, the last drop of milk from the cattle and sheep is squeezed out to resist the hunger and thirst brought by the scorching sun.
Three or five people, seven or eight horses, dozens of cows, hundreds of sheep... are everything in their world, and for most of the time, they can't even see the same tribe.
This is why we are particularly hospitable just now, because the guests brought news from afar, telling them that the real world is far more than cattle and sheep.
They are a small boat floating in the sea. It can be said that the wilderness of the world and the cruelty of the grassland are always revealed directly, polishing their hearts.
Staying and farming give them another possibility of living.
Anatolia, although due to the plateau terrain, the winter is cold, but at least it does not lack rainfall.
After the Arslan tribe came to Anatolia, they not only settled here, but also began to cultivate fields and had fixed settlements.
In the future life, a new choice seems to have emerged, and no longer need to fight alone in a lonely world.
When Yusuf's caravan and his group entered the settlement under the leadership of Arslan, many of the herdsmen who remained in this settlement showed a look of surprise.
It is not yet autumn, and most people in the tribe are still grazing on the grasslands of their respective families.
There is no output here, and there are no caravans in the past, and they deliberately pass by here in summer.
And Arslan is the leader, so everyone is even more confused.
After all, not long ago, the Sultans ordered a large army, and their tribe sent out twenty young men to apply for the conquest, but why did he come back in a few days?
Some people came to ask about the situation enthusiastically, but after making excuses, Arslan did not tell the truth. This was what Gerris had ordered before.
After pushing some acquaintances away, he pushed them away hard and shouted: "Grandma! Guests are here!" >
There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and then a trembling voice came from the shadows: "Arslan?"
The voice was filled with a little surprise and worry.
As the owner of the voice walked out of the shadow, it was an old woman with dry and wrinkles, holding an unwiped wooden spoon in her hand.
Her eyes hesitated, after all, it was wrong to come back so soon.
"Arslan...why are you back? Didn't you say...you still want..."
Before she finished speaking, Arslan had already walked over and hugged her mother tightly.
"Something happened, I won't go anyway."
Arslan's mother naturally didn't ask too much. After some concern, she turned her attention to Yousufu Caravan side.
She couldn't help but ask softly, "Arslan, what did you say just now? Guest? Who is the guest?"
After hearing this, Alslan paused and hesitated "Some caravans, they... they had some trouble before and needed to stay here for a while."
What he didn't say was that he was actually in trouble. Even the horse he rode out was hit and killed by Garys.
"Trouble? What kind of trouble is?" Her tone became even more anxious.
Arslan let go of her and turned to point out of the house: "Let's not talk about those for now. The guests need a rest, I'm afraid they will be hungry."
Then he took a deep breath: "I will tell you."
The old woman looked at her son's tense back and sighed hesitantly, and did not ask any further questions.
On the other side, Gerris helped Yousuf unload the goods.
Although it is not yet autumn, since a caravan has entered the settlement, many people will take the initiative to come up to inquire about the product without hostility.
The goods on Yousuf camels are mostly expensive.
Soap, Damascus steel knives, silk...
But there are some things that nomads will be interested in, such as: iron pots, needles and threads, and spirits.
These things are actually not very valuable, and transporting them in long-distance international trade is a very disadvantageous situation.
The reason why Yousuf has these goods is to establish good relations with the Turkic tribes he encountered along the way. After all, being kind to others is also a cost.
If all of them are valuable goods aroused the greed of the herdsmen, there would be no accidents that would happen without Gerris. Prepare some handmade products that herders can use and put on a posture that can cooperate for a long time. Most semi-settled tribes will not easily kill chickens and get eggs.
These herdsmen tribes that have already had initial settlements have to be somewhat shameful. If they ruin their reputation and there will be no caravans to trade in the future, they will not be able to easily obtain scarce handicrafts. , in the long run, they are the ones who suffer.
Although the Turks who had initially settled began to have some of their own handicraft production capabilities, they would not have been popularized in the short term that every tribe had blacksmiths.
Moreover, most of the iron tools they forged are not complex and not huge, mainly arrows and spearheads, and a few are forged swords to meet the needs of war.
The relatively complex and space-consuming utensils, iron pots, do not have high priority.
Iron pots and iron needles are naturally relatively scarce and need to be purchased from settled society or caravans.
For herders, spirits are something that cannot be rejected.
In the long-term grazing life, during the process of survival in the wilderness, physical damage accumulated by various fatigue, joint water accumulation... will torture everyone indiscriminately.
Even in the 21st century, many herders need to take painkillers to make themselves fall asleep peacefully at night.
In this era, herders could only rely on alcohol to soothe spiritual emptiness and physical pain.
It can be said that the arrival of the Yousuf caravan made the Turks in this settlement all excited as if they were celebrating the festival.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
After inquiring about the approximate population of this tribe, Yousuf immediately announced that he would stay here for a longer time so that the surrounding tribesmen who were grazing here to trade.
Many people on the side cheered one after another after taking the wine bag handed over by Yousuf.
Then they disperse, either riding a horse and spending a day going to each house to inform you, or you go and take care of the fields a little.
Life is life. In the eyes of farmers, the Turks, who were extremely hateful and vicious, did not live in the air, but only rely on robbery to make a living.
They are living people, not NPCs that are made by the roadside. They have their own lives, their own difficulties, and their own helplessness.
Nomads may be encouraged to be wary, offsetting the number of farmers with the maneuverability of horses.
But after all, it is a physical body, a mother, and sentient beings...
Geris naturally would not pity those who died in robbery, but he wanted to change these People's lifestyle makes them able to sing and dance, rather than slashing people with swords.
This way, it will be better for either side.
But before changing, it is more necessary to understand, rather than to judge.
Therefore, he did not say a word, and did not claim his identity. He just mingled in the caravan, observing and recording silently, and helped Yousuf take action. Fortunately, the caravan camp was built next to this settlement.
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When the night fell, Yusuf was busy with his whole day's work and was out of breath, while Gerris, who was standing beside him, looked comfortable even without acting.
Because of having been together for so many days, Yousuf has begun to get used to normal communication with Gerris.
After all, Gerris is not a person who likes to be stubborn. The approachable he shows often makes Yousuf forget his identity and only regards Gerris as his elder.
Gerris also likes to see it happen and will chat with Yousuf from time to time.
Under the full moon, seeing Yousuf finished his work, she sat down to Gerris beside him and said, "I may not go there for a while in Georgia."
"Ah?" Yousuf didn't understand much, what's going on.
"I want to stay here for a while. If you are here, don't continue to walk north. After all, if I am not present, life and death will be unpredictable if I am involved in war." >
"If you can, after selling a batch of goods nearby, you can go back as soon as possible, and help me notify Antioch. Everything is fine, and let them and Cyprus draw some people to come, and to Mainly Paladin. ”
Yousuf naturally remembered it seriously. It was not until Gerris finished speaking that he asked: "Sir, are there any reason for you? Why don't you suddenly plan to go to Georgia?"
Gerris thought After a while, without hiding it, he said directly: "My original plan was to directly revive Rome on the land of Anatolia with the help of Georgia."
"But Think about it these days, maybe that might be a bit too rough? Not enough to solve the plight of Anatolia”
“Maybe there are other ways?”
“I’ve seen it In the future, I know many things that you don’t know, but I am not Allah and can truly be omniscient, so I need to understand and think."
"Arslan, their tribe is now stuck in a transitional juncture. I want to stay here to witness, stay here to push and demonstrate a future for other Turks."
Listen to Garys' words , Yousuf naturally nodded repeatedly.
After chatting under the moon for a while, just like when he met Uncle Yousuf, he couldn't help but say a few more words.
"I have seen the future, and I know that in the future there will be a nomadic empire that has never been seen in history."
"That empire, from east to west, is worth thousands of miles away. Far, dominates Asia between the oceans."
"The Golden Family drives herders to fight all over the world and have a wealth of the world, but what do the herders get?"
"Indeed, some people climbed up, but more people became corpses."
"A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was recruited in the Peach Blossom Stone Land and took three years to come to the land under our feet. By then, they had just grown up and had become accustomed to life in the army, and then You can draw your sword and chop people."
"They fight for Temujin, and their descendants are slaves for Temujin's descendants."
"They watch the nobles wear gold clothes Yin, but I have to be hungry and cold in the cold wind."
"Is this future good?"
The Mongols' iron hooves, under the command of the descendants of Temujin, directly slaughtered millions of people. After decades of war, Mongolia itself lost hundreds of thousands.
What then came in exchange for?
The prosperity of the Golden Family was exchanged for the deformed wealth on the grassland.
For the Mongolian people, they are carrying heavy shackles and are uncontrollably immersed in past successes.
Faced with the dissatisfaction of the Mongolian nobles, Kublai Khan's solution was quite simple. He directly took the Han people to suppress Mongolia.
I can only say that when you can use it, you will use it to death, and when you can't use it, you will throw it aside and wait for death.
Is this future good?
Geris felt it was not good, so he wanted to change.
(This chapter ends)