When the two discussed the specific implementation matters, the subsequent 27,000 cavalry also arrived at the tribe, and some alchemists from Xianyaofang were among them. However, the cavalry rushed a lot today, and it was not too late, so they did not plan to act immediately. Everything was just waiting for tomorrow morning.

After the army arrived, Chu Zheng, the vanguard officer, finished his errands, and returned to the camp to patrol. Zhang Chang'an arranged some details and reported to the governor. When he came back, he saw the herders who were going out to grazing, driving back one after another.

Large herds of cattle, sheep and horses entered the tribe. The scene was grand and spectacular, and it looked no less than the surging rivers and the waves surging. As the chief, Gesang naturally walked in front, and was also the largest and the most sturdy.

Normally, Zhang Chang'an would climb the corner tower to watch for a while. In addition to the scene of the vast number of creatures gathering to make him like, he also wanted to take stock of whether the number of cattle and sheep had decreased and increased.

Now he is a great monk in the real world. Zhang Changan can see a lot of things by just looking at it casually. As expected, Zhang Changan soon saw that Gesang's flock of cattle and sheep was obviously fatter, and there were fewer hundreds of cattle and sheep.

This made his forehead hurt, and he no longer had the mood to care about anything else. He jumped to Gesang, pulled her to the side, and said with a green face: "Why did you steal cattle and sheep from other tribes? Didn't I tell you that you have enough cattle and sheep, and you can't just rob others of them!"

Gesan blinked his innocent big eyes, "I didn't go to grab it!"

The familiar answer made Zhang Changan hold his forehead with his hands, so melancholy that he didn't want to speak.

When Gesang first became the chief of the tribe, he was very careful and timid. He didn't know how to manage his tribe and how to get along with other tribes. He specially asked Zhang Chang'an many times.

At that time, Zhang Changan told her not to worry, that there was an army to maintain order in the grassland, and that no other tribe dared to bully them, and that he would help her and provide her with protection.

Finally, Zhang Changan said something that he regrets himself to this day: Make more friends. As long as everyone is friends, it will save a lot of trouble.

Making friends is too simple for the grassland people. They are naturally hospitable, just as they are naturally warlike.

When life can go on, if friends come from afar, they will entertain themselves; when life can't go on, they will become friends from others far away, and use bows, arrows, and swords to force others to "enter" themselves.

Zhang Changan underestimated the innocence and ability to make friends with Gesang. On the first day, she took her tribe members out to grazle, and she made friends with more than a dozen sheep on the wasteland. According to Gesang herself, she was very enthusiastic about them, entertained them and ate a lot of her own pasture and sang songs to them.

Then, since everyone was already friends, it was natural to take them home as a guest, so the dozen or so sheep entered Gesang's own sheep pen. The problem was that when he woke up the next day, Gesang automatically forgot to send his friend back.

Zhang Chang'an heard that that morning, Gesang carefully distinguished the large group of Aries bleating in the sheep pen for a long time, but he still couldn't tell which ones were her own sheep and which ones were friends.

At this time, Chief Gesang was particularly generous. With a wave of his hand, he announced the important decision that all the sheep were her own sheep. He even patted his chest and told them that from now on, he would take good care of you and would definitely make you eat white and fat.

In this way, Gesang started his glorious journey of making friends on the grassland. At the beginning, the tribe had only 3,000 people, a small population, and a small territory. When grazing, it was easy to encounter other shepherds and cattle and sheep.

Amid the clear and moving songs of Gesang, the cattle and sheep from other families seemed to have been summoned by the gods. When Gesang approached them, they bleated and expressed their appreciation, without any fear of escaping, and seemed to be willing to be friends with her - that's what Gesang said herself anyway.

As a result, cattle and sheep in the tribe increased rapidly, and the fences of the sheep pens continued to expand outward.

At this time, Zhang Chang'an's troubles came as scheduled. The herders and tribes who lost cattle and sheep found Zhang Chang'an, crying and telling how terrible Gesang's song "charming the heart of the sheep" was, and accusing Gesang of "holding the sheep" was so abominable. He asked Zhang Chang'an to be fair and ordered Gesang to return all the cattle and sheep to them.

Zhang Changan was naturally fair. He called Gesang and criticized him seriously, intending to ask her to return the cattle and sheep to others.

However, his criticism and education were only halfway through, and Gesang slapped his little mouth with tears in his eyes, as if he had suffered great grievances and wanted to cry. He also told himself to be strong and desperately hold back his tears, leaving Zhang Changan speechless and unable to say any harsh words.

At that time, Gesang was just a young girl in her prime. Her long-term malnutrition made her thin and her hair yellow. In the face of that appearance, Zhang Changan, a young man from the Tang Dynasty who received a good family Confucian education since childhood, was kind and upright, full of compassion and sympathy, naturally could only defeat him.

Just as Zhang Changan was struggling with how to deal with such a thing, Gesang's ability to make friends once again showed powerful power.

I don’t know what she said to the shepherds and the chiefs. After half a day, I greeted the other party for a good meal and drank a lot of good wine, the sporadic shepherds volunteered to join the Gesang tribe.

The chiefs of those small tribes also said that as long as the Gesang tribe could sell them to their tribes, iron pots, linens, tea, medicinal materials... these scarce necessary supplies for life on the grassland, they would no longer pursue their bad deeds.

When Zhang Changan was stunned, Gesang had already contacted the Central Plains caravan that came to the tribe. He learned to be a middleman without any instruction and began his great cause of making friends with chiefs of various tribes.

When those small tribes that actually had difficulty in making a living saw the increasingly prosperous appearance of the Gesang tribe and various commodities that could obviously improve the quality of life, gradually, the small tribes were invited to settle down because the herders became friends of Gesang one after another and were invited to settle down.

It is natural that in the following years, the Gesang tribe, whose population was only 3,000 and cattle and sheep, quickly expanded into a large tribe of 200,000.

Within a radius of sixty miles, there were no more scattered herders, nor were there a small tribe with dozens or hundreds of people. The herders bathed in the warm halo of Chief Gesang like the sun, and lived a happy life of full food and clothing, singing and dancing.

When the shepherd girl in her prime completed her gorgeous transformation into a tribal chief, she was praised not only for her kind nature, tolerant mind, but also for her unparalleled beauty.

Gesang, who is now sixteen years old, has escaped from the difficult life of malnutrition, and has become a charming beauty at a speed visible to the naked eye in recent years, and has been praised by the pearl of the grassland within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Zhang Changan saw this process, but because he had contacted it almost every day, he actually didn't feel much about it.

Sometimes when I hear the praise of Gesang's appearance, I don't care about it, and occasionally I will recall that when Gesang took off the dirty sheepskin coat that had been around for many years, put on an elegant and gorgeous robe, and was carefully decorated by his colleagues' wives and concubines, he suddenly appeared in front of him, which brought him a sense of surprise.

The girl was transformed from an age. The shepherd girl who used to be thin and small and had a dark skin color was now completely invisible, like a dream that had been forgotten.

But over the years, Gesang has changed only in appearance, but his personality and heart have not changed at all.

Sometimes I look very smart, for example, when dealing with merchants, I am so obsessed with the money that I can’t lose; sometimes I am still stupid, for example, now I have made friends with a group of cattle and sheep, but I still don’t think I am robbing other people’s things.

Zhang Changan sighed and then looked serious: "This radius of sixty miles is sixty miles, and there are no shepherds outside the tribe. How did you get these nearly a hundred cattle and sheep today? Didn't I say that tribes cannot leave the tribe territory and occupy other people's pastures when they grazed?"

Gesan chuckled proudly: "I didn't go to other people's pastures! How could the grass in other people's pastures be as rich as ours? I was just grazing sheep and singing normally, and then these cattle and sheep ran over from the grasslands of the neighboring tribes. They bleated around me and took the initiative to make friends with me. Can I still refuse?"

At the end, Gesang spread his hands and signaled that he was really very innocent this time, but he was just simple and very lucky.

A black line appeared on Zhang Chang'an's forehead.

He knew that Gesang's singing was nice, and he knew that the shepherd's singing had some strange attraction and comforting power to cattle and sheep. After all, it was the crystallization of wisdom produced by the long-term labor process and mutual dependence, which was not surprising.

But Zhang Changan didn't believe that cattle and sheep from other tribes would run from afar to circle Gesang.

He said in a deep voice: "Do you know that those shepherds who have taken away cattle and sheep will be difficult to maintain their livelihoods, and they are afraid they will not be able to survive. As a tribal chief, how many people follow you to make a living, you should learn to understand human feelings and know how to care about the people..."

"I know, I know!" Before Zhang Changan finished speaking, Gesang nodded repeatedly, and then pointed to the thin and torn shepherds behind him.

She said proudly: "So I brought them back too! Look at how thin they are, they must have not eaten enough for many days. If they become people from our tribe in the future, they will be able to eat and wear well! What did you just say? Understand human feelings and care about the people? Haha, am I doing a good job?"

Looking at Gesang's appearance as if you were about to praise me, Zhang Changan felt weak all over. Sometimes he really had no choice but to use the simple and strange shepherd girl in front of him.

Although the grassland is now in a stable order and has a tendency to flourish, many hungry shepherds can now have food and clothing, but in any era and anywhere, the rich and poor are extremely uneven, and the difference between the upper and lower levels is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As the manager of the grassland, Zhang Changan knew that although everyone in the Gesang tribe is now full of romance, not to mention eating enough, he could still eat vegetables every now and then. Even the shepherd at the bottom of the class could drink a sip of wine in two days, but on the vast grassland, there were still many people who could not cover their clothes or eat in the stomach.

Many people will still die without dignity in the cold winter.

So when Zhang Changan saw those shepherds turning to their fear and praying for their eyes, he couldn't say a word.
Chapter completed!