Chiwule kept his word and winked at the girls. The girls understood and as expected, they only poured a small amount into each person's pottery bowl.
Most of the men on the grassland have a bold temperament, and the milk tea is not enough to fill their teeth. There are even more impatient ones who tilted their necks and drank the whole thing, but did not taste anything, and kept shouting:
"Chiwule, you are so stingy, please give me a little more."
Chiwule is very good at understanding people's psychology. If he pours a full bowl of milk tea for them right away, they may not feel much after drinking it. But only giving them a little bit will show the preciousness of these milk teas.
, even people who don’t like drinking it won’t say that this milk tea is not good. Seeing their anxious looks, Chiwule smiled, waved to the girls, and said: “Since everyone likes to drink it, then I
Chiwule will treat everyone to a drink!"
After receiving the order, the girls quickly picked up the earthen pots in their hands and filled all the pottery bowls in front of the tribal leaders. The aroma suddenly overflowed and was intoxicating.
The tribal leaders picked up the bowls again, without caring about the heat, and took a swig with the slightest hint of heat. While drinking, they kept praising, "It tastes good!" "Fragrant!" "Damn it!"
Delicious!" "Give me another bowl!"
This milk tea is different from what Liu Xin gave Huchuquan and the others to drink when they were in Xiangyang. Due to restrictions at that time, Liu Xin used goat milk to make milk tea. After returning to the grassland, Chiwule switched to mare milk to cook milk tea.
, the result was that it tasted much better than goat milk, and even Chiwule himself couldn't help it, and drank a large bowl of it every day.
Seeing the excitement on the faces of the leaders, Chi Ule suddenly darkened his face and said, "Don't just take advantage of the delicious milk tea. If you don't agree to Master Liu's conditions, I'm afraid we won't be able to drink such good milk tea in the future."
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Everyone's hearts tightened, and the tent suddenly became quiet. Chiwu Le was not being alarmist, the facts were in front of him. If he didn't agree to Liu Xin's conditions, he would have no source of tea, and he would only be able to drink milk from now on. Where else could he get it?
You can drink milk tea.
Chiwule waved his hands and said: "So, what we need to consider now is not whether to agree to Master Liu's conditions, but how to agree to Master Liu's conditions?"
Yehan stood up and said: "I have no objection to merging the entire Xiongnu into the Han Dynasty, but Yu Fuluo Shan will not agree to it, and I believe Liu Bao will not agree to it either."
Hu Lu'an said disdainfully: "It's up to them whether they agree or not. Back then, the Xiongnu could be divided into northern and southern parts. Can't they be divided again today? I think what everyone should consider is, what are the quotas for these six specializing in tea trade?
to whom!"
His problem was what everyone was concerned about, and everyone's eyes were once again focused on Chi Ule.
Chiwule said with a smile: "You are all wrong. There are not six places here, but one place. With the great love of Mr. Liu, I, Huchuquan and Gutu'an have each obtained one place, and the remaining three places are
, the three of us can each be a master, so there is only one spot left for everyone."
In addition to Chiwule, there are sixteen tribal leaders in the felt tent, but there is only one quota. This is a major matter related to the future destiny of the tribe. No one can make concessions. Everyone, look at me and I look at you.
Although no one said a word first, they were obviously competing secretly, and no one wanted to let others lose this spot.
Chiwule looked at the tense situation in the felt tent and could not help but wave his hands and said: "You are all my friends and brothers of Chiwule. Whoever this quota is given to will not be given to me, Chiwule."
It’s very difficult. Therefore, I invited everyone here because I have a compromise solution that I want to discuss with everyone.”
Hearing that there was a compromise, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly relaxed. Yehan sat down again and said, "Chiwule, don't be so pretentious. If you have any good ideas, just tell me. If you can do it, I'll give it to you."
Yehan is the first to support you!"
Chiwule said calmly: "Actually, it doesn't matter. If we merge the seventeen tribes here into two big tribes, wouldn't there be no problems at all?"
The tent was noisy again. It is common for tribes to annex each other on the grassland. Mergers are rare, but they are not without precedent. However, there is an important issue in tribal mergers, and that is who will be responsible.
The leaders of the merged tribes. If one tribe is much stronger than the others, it would be easy to say, but the current situation is that the seventeen tribes in this tent are all about the same strength. This situation is more subtle.
Tribal leaders enjoy many privileges. If it were not for the interference of the Xiongnu Chanyu and the large tribes they are attached to, they are actually the emperors of the tribe. They have absolute control over herding, hunting, and plundering income, and can even make decisions about the tribe.
The life and death of other herdsmen. Once their tribe is merged into other tribes, it means that the leaders have given up their status and privileges. They need to weigh carefully whether the tea franchise is more important or the privileges of the tribal leaders.
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Chiwule waved his hand and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet! What I mean is that if a tribe merges with another tribe, then the tribal leader will be changed to the elder of the other tribe, and he will still manage the original tribe and enjoy the original privileges
, it’s just a unified tribe in name only.”
Yehan said uneasily: "We are all going to be merged into the Han Dynasty. If Lord Liu knows this news, will he hold us accountable?"
Chiwule said disapprovingly: "We have discussed this matter a long time ago. Han people often say that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. We are in the vast desert. No matter how powerful Mr. Liu is, he can't control this place. Besides, as long as we don't
If we rebel against him and provide him with cattle, sheep, and horses, how can he doubt us?"
Hu Lu appeased him with a smile and said: "Chiwu Le is right. If we do this, how will Mr. Liu know about it? What we need to consider is how to deal with Yu Fuluo!"
Some of these tribal leaders were hesitant about whether this would cause trouble, but without losing their privileges and getting tea, who would refuse such a good thing? As a result, the focus of discussion shifted to how to deal with Yu Husband.
Luo on this issue.
Chiwule sneered and said: "We have seventeen tribes here, plus the troops contacted by Huchuquan and Gutu'an. It is certainly not possible to deal with the entire Xiongnu tribe, but it should be enough to deal with Yufuluo alone.
Now that heavy snow has fallen all over the grassland, each tribe is nestled in its own camp and will not move around. We only need to agree on a time, quietly gather people and horses, and launch a surprise attack on Fulo's tribe. Moreover, Huchuquan has already
I agreed, as long as I kill Huvroud, all the loot from his tribe will belong to the person who took it."
The last sentence is too tempting. Yuvluo is the Chanyu of the Southern Huns. His tribe is the largest tribe of the Southern Huns. It is naturally the most powerful, but also has the most wealth. If they join forces to destroy Yuvluo, these belongings will It will all be theirs, and the herdsmen of the Yuvluo tribe will also become their slaves. They did not dare to think about this kind of thing in the past, and even if they dared to think about it, no one would dare to bring it up. Now not only do they dare to bring it up Now, there are still people who dare to step forward and take the lead in organizing. If they are prepared and unprepared, their chances of winning are still very high.
After several discussions, the tribal leaders left separately. Before leaving, they did not forget to ask Chiwule for a large bag of tea, which made Chiwule feel distressed.
Yehan tied the tea leaves to the saddle with a thin hemp rope and carefully checked it again to make sure that it would not be lost on the road. Then he took more than thirty followers with him and galloped towards his camp with whips raised. In fact. It can't be said that they are riding horses and whipping, because there is deep snow outside, and no matter how good a horse is, it cannot gallop, and the speed cannot even be compared to walking. However, people on the grassland are used to relying on horses. When traveling, they would be at a loss without their horses. In such snowy days, they usually rarely go out, and even if they go out, they still cannot do without their horses.
If we normally travel by horseback, it only takes half a day to get to Yehan's station from here. However, due to the heavy snow, Yehan walked for two full days when he came. The difficult journey made those loyal followers unavoidable. However, the men on the grassland have long been accustomed to fighting against all kinds of bad weather, so they complained. After resting for a day at the Chiwule camp, eating and drinking, they set out on the road full of energy again.
However, the way back was much easier than when they came. This was not because the snow had melted, but because they were mentally prepared. People on the grasslands did not have the habit of carrying supplies when traveling. They would catch up with a large herd of cattle and sheep, and when they were hungry, they would kill a sheep to satisfy their hunger. But in such a snowy day, it was impossible for them to drive the cattle and sheep on the road, and there was no need for such a small road. As a result, although they brought They had bows and arrows, but they didn't encounter a single bird or beast on the road, and they almost couldn't hold on to Chiwule's camp. This time they went back and were well prepared. Everyone had prepared a large bag of dried meat, which was enough for them. Eat for five or six days.
However, Yehan's mood did not become as comfortable as those of his entourage. He was the leader of the tribe, and the hopes of the entire tribe of men, women, and more than 5,000 people, old and young, rested on his shoulders. He had already decided to settle with Chiwule. They acted together, and if they were not careful, thousands of lives of the entire tribe would be lost. How could he relax?
Worried about starving on the road, everyone carried too much dried meat. The horses were more burdened than when they came and walked slower. It was already three days before we returned to the camp.
As soon as Yehan entered the camp, he saw his younger brother Hemuler running over in a hurry and whispered in his ear: "Brother, Liu Bao is here."
Hearing that Liu Bao was coming, Yehan couldn't help but frown and asked in a deep voice: "When did he come? What is he here for?"
Hemu'er grinned and said, "Did brother forget to ask Liu Bao for help? Liu Bao came with them. He said he came to see the situation of our tribe's disaster, and he even sent someone to send some forage."
The men on the grassland value friendship. Their tribe is attached to Liu Bao, but Liu Bao has no obligation to help them when they are in disaster. Now, Liu Bao is not only here, but also brings them much-needed fodder.
So should he be more loyal and tell Liu Bao about his conspiracy with Chi Ule and the others? Yehan was torn about whether to tell or not.