"Wu Yun?" This name is very special, but Liu Ziqiu doesn't remember knowing such a person. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Let her come in."
When the tall and beautiful girl walked in, Liu Ziqiu recognized her: "Are you the daughter of the leader of the Mengwuza clan?"
"Sure enough, Lord Liu still remembers the little girl. It seems that it is true that Lord Liu said he wanted to marry the little girl." Wu Yun laughed "Gege", his smile was very bright, not at all like he had just suffered the pain of losing his father.
Liu Ziqiu disagreed with Mengwu Zha's suicide, but Mengwu Zha was able to ignore the grudge of losing his son and think about the future of his people. Such behavior still made Liu Ziqiu admire him. Therefore, Meng Wuzha was the most important person in his mind.
A true hero.
Hearing Wu Yun's laughter, Liu Ziqiu was slightly unhappy. But she was Mengwu Zha's daughter, so Liu Ziqiu decided to endure it, pointed to the bench opposite and said: "Miss Wu Yun, please sit down."
Wu Yun glanced at the food and wine on the tables. When he saw the bowl of tiger whip soup, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. Liu Ziqiu didn't know tiger whip, but Wu Yun did. There is nothing wrong with men eating this thing, but...
Eating this at noon must be a lustful person.
But she immediately put on a smiling face, moved the bar stool to Liu Ziqiu's side, grabbed the wine bottle, and said with a smile: "It's boring for Mr. Liu to drink alone. Why don't you let me drink with you?"
These changes did not escape Liu Ziqiu's eyes, but Liu Ziqiu felt at ease. If Wu Yun came to flatter and embrace his enemy despite the pain of losing his father, then this girl's character would be evident, and Liu Ziqiu would inevitably look down on her.
.It was the trace of contempt in Wu Yun's eyes that made Liu Ziqiu understand that the smile on her face was all fake, and she was just trying to avenge her father. Otherwise, she was not worthy of being Mengwuza's daughter.
Thinking of this, Liu Ziqiu's face became solemn and he said sternly: "Miss Wuyun, put down the jug first. Regarding the death of your father and brother, Liu is very sorry! If you have any requests, just put them forward now, and Liu will try his best to satisfy them!
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Wu Yun did not expect that Liu Ziqiu would mention the deaths of Meng Wu Zha and Ke Lie so directly, and the smile on his face could not help but freeze. Originally, Wu Yun was still a little confused about what Meng Wu Zha entrusted his family to Liu Zi Qiu before his death. But now, Wu Yun
I understand, Liu Ziqiu is truly open-minded.
"Before my father died, he asked the tribe to respect you as their leader. No one is allowed to seek revenge from you. How dare you, the little girl, make any demands." Wu Yun's face smiled again, and he deliberately leaned against Liu Ziqiu, his plump breasts on his arm.
He brushed against her gently and said softly, "The little girl is here just to take refuge with Mr. Liu."
There was a smile on his face, but Wuyun felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
At first, she walked out of the crowd just to help her brother. Later, Liu Ziqiu moved the boulder, and she was really tempted because it was a great hero. Girl Shiwei also had a heroic complex. However, her father's death filled her with dark clouds.
Hatred, she wanted revenge. But she never expected that Liu Ziqiu could be so calm.
It would be great if those things in the valley had not happened, and she could have found a solid shoulder to rely on for the rest of her life. The hatred between father and brother is irreconcilable, so she may not look for Liu Ziqiu, but she will never let go of Zhang Liang.
She must be a general under Liu Ziqiu. She killed Zhang Liang. Can Liu Ziqiu forgive her?
The sound of "pop" woke Wu Yun up from his silent trance.
"Are your tribesmen unwilling to tolerate you? Don't worry, Liu will definitely make the decision for you!" Liu Ziqiu slapped the table with his palm, and the bowl of tiger whip soup bumped and fell heavily.
On the ground, he no longer has to worry about whether to drink or not.
Wu Yun was surprised that it actually triggered Liu Ziqiu's thunderous rage. She felt sweet but also a little bitter. The development of the matter was completely beyond her expectation. She could no longer pretend, so she had to sit up straight and said: "Mr. Liu
I misunderstood, the clan members are very kind to Wu Yun. The person who came to seek refuge with Mr. Liu this time is not Wu Yun himself, but the entire tribe of Wu Yun. I wonder if Mr. Liu is willing to accept him?"
"The whole tribe has defected here?" Liu Ziqiu was stunned, "You want to give up your original pasture?"
Each tribe has its own pasture, and many tribes have more than one pasture. They drive their cattle and sheep and take turns nomadic among several pastures. Wuyun's tribe is a large tribe with more than 3,000 households. They own the pastures.
It’s not the best, but it’s not too bad either. It takes a lot of determination to give up these pastures.
"In the battle in the valley, Wuyun's tribe only had more than 400 young men left. Did Mr. Liu think that these 400 young men alone could save those pastures? They could protect the more than 10,000 old men in the tribe.
Weak women and children?" Wu Yun's tone was very calm, "There is the best grassland by the Xihai Lake, and now this grassland belongs to Mr. Liu's Xihai tribe. But there are only so many people in the Xihai tribe, do they need such a large grassland?"
Wu Yun is the same age as Tuoba Qianyu, but is much more mature than Tuoba Qianyu. These issues have been analyzed extremely well. Maybe it was the death of her father and brother that made her suddenly grow up.
The law of survival between tribes is that the weak eat the strong. There are more than 400 young men and more than 10,000 old, weak, women and children. This combination will only become the fat meat that other tribes compete for. Rather than being annexed and divided by other tribes, it is better to find a powerful one yourself.
Backer, Wuyun's decision-making is also very decisive.
Liu Ziqiu was a little unsure. Wu Yun came here to please and flatter him, not to avenge his father and brother, but sincerely for his clan members.
However, Wu Yun has a good saying. The best grassland by the Xihai Lake used to support a population of 70,000 to 80,000 Xianbei tribes, large and small, which is almost ten times that of the Xihai tribe. If such a large grassland was only used by a small number of people from the Xihai tribe,
It is indeed unjustifiable to come and occupy it, and it is not in line with the promise he made at Tuoba Yuanju's wedding.
However, if he agreed to let outsiders share the grassland by the Xihai Lake, how would he explain it to the young and old of the Xihai tribe? You must know that it was with this grassland that he integrated the thirteen small tribes together, and thus gained them
With his support, he was elected as the leader of the tribe.
After a brief silence, Liu Ziqiu made a decision. Letting the people of all ethnic groups in Xihai County live a good life can be achieved through other methods, but the interests of the Xihai people must not be sacrificed. The Xihai people are the foundation for his control of this land.
It’s all gone, what else can we talk about?
Liu Ziqiu shook his head with embarrassment on his face: "Miss Wuyun, please forgive Liu for not agreeing unless..."
"Unless what?" Wu Yun couldn't wait. Even if this lustful man wanted her body, she would not hesitate. After all, for her tribe, this was the best destination. After the tribe was settled, she could
By getting close to Liu Ziqiu, she can further implement her revenge plan.
"Unless your tribe merges with the Xihai tribe!" Liu Ziqiu himself felt that he was imposing this condition.
At the beginning, Tumulu's tribe only had a few dozen families left, and they were still struggling to support themselves. If they had not recognized Liu Ziqiu as their patron saint, they would not have agreed to merge with other tribes. There are still more than 400 tribes in Wuyun.
There are more than 10,000 young, old, weak, women and children, but they want to be merged into a new tribe with a population of only more than 8,000. Even if Wuyun agrees, I am afraid that her tribe will not agree.
Wu Yun did not hesitate at all: "Okay! All my people will be merged into the Xihai Clan!"
Liu Ziqiu couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up. This girl is not simple. She thinks clearly, acts decisively, and is flexible and flexible. If she is really here for revenge, she has to be careful secretly. But now is not the time to consider this issue. Liu Ziqiu nodded.
Said: "Once merged into the Xihai tribe, your tribe will cease to exist, and your tribe will no longer be able to gather together. Do you have to think clearly?"
Since it is a brand new Xihai tribe, everyone should be as close as one family and not be allowed to form cliques. This is a rule Liu Ziqiu set early on. In the current Xihai tribe, the traces of the thirteen tribes are still difficult to eradicate.
, but Liu Ziqiu believes that after the nomadic life in summer and autumn, the Xihai tribe will be integrated into one. Although Wuyun's tribe is mainly composed of old and weak women and children, they have an advantage in the total number of people. Liu Ziqiu will definitely break them up.
Integrate into the original tribe.
Wu Yun still did not raise any objection to such a request: "They will all be members of the Xihai tribe from now on. How to arrange it will naturally be left to Mr. Liu's decision."
Wu Yun had no choice. Other tribes may not know about their heavy losses in the small valley, but the Xianbei people definitely knew. Although she didn't know that the Xianbei people had sneaked back to Xihai County long ago, but based on her understanding, the greedy
The Xianbei nobles will definitely not miss this great opportunity to annex her tribe. Once the tribe is annexed by the Xianbei people, the result will not only be that they cannot gather together, but I am afraid that the vast majority of the tribe will become slaves of the Xianbei people. Only then
It is the cruelest reality.
After agreeing to this condition, Liu Ziqiu no longer had to worry about the Shiwei people taking over the throne. However, he still did not make a decision immediately, but continued: "The last question. In the battle of the valley, you lost more than 2,600 people. After these people died,
, there are only old and weak women and children left in their families, even if these old and weak women and children are allocated good and large pastures, are you sure they can really survive without the help of young and strong men?"
Wu Yun's expression finally changed, and his voice became rougher, no longer as gentle as before: "Liu Ziqiu, don't go too far! Isn't it enough that my tribe has been merged into your Xihai tribe? Are you going to let my people go too far?
Are they all going to be slaves?"
Liu Ziqiu chuckled and said: "Miss Wuyun, don't get angry in a hurry. Do you think Liu's huge government office has ever used a maidservant? Since Liu accepts them as Xihai tribe members, he will treat them as relatives.
How can we let them become slaves if we treat them badly?"
Wuyun realized his gaffe, calmed himself down, and asked: "Then what do you want?"