The pastures around Shule Town are gradually coming back to life. Groups of cattle and sheep are strolling along the banks of the Chihe River Valley, nibbling on the buds that have emerged from the soil. There was enough rain this spring, and the pastures were pushed out by the spring rain.
This saves herdsmen a lot of trouble. If there is insufficient rainfall, they have to use last winter's hay, which is not good news for livestock to gain weight.
There are dozens of nomadic peoples active in this generation. The ones with larger tribes and more livestock are the Tuqi Shi people, the Uighurs and some scattered Turks. After moving from Mobei to the Western Regions, the grassland peoples became more powerful.
The tradition of respecting the brave has not changed. In this area, whoever has more warriors will have more pasture, cattle and sheep.
The day when the ewes give birth is approaching, and the herdsmen dare not neglect it. This is the beginning of a year's life, and this is the hope of a year's life. With more lambs, they only need to catch some fat in the autumn to survive.
A lamb in the cold winter can turn into an adult sheep. With more adult sheep, you have more say and can live a better life.
The life of a herdsman is so simple, and the rules of survival are so cruel.
If more than ten years ago, everyone could still sell cattle and sheep skins to the barbarians in the river, now all such expectations have come to nothing. Since the cannibals invaded the east, the Anxi Governor issued a ban on a generation of herdsmen in the four towns.
Selling furs to the Zhuhu areas actually controlled by the cannibals. Although the herdsmen often complained, they had to bow their heads and behave in other people's territory. They could only accept the reality.
Now everyone just hopes that a caravan from the Tang Dynasty from the east will happen to pass by their pasture and they can sell the furs they have accumulated for a cold winter. No matter how low their price is, it is better than having the furs all rotten.
Are you okay in front of yourself?
However, this expectation is obviously unrealistic. The Tang Dynasty merchants put their interests first, so why would they abandon the closer road to Mobei and come to the Western Regions to buy furs? Most of the people passing through Shule were big food and Sogdian merchants, and they cared about
It's nothing more than silk and spices.
"I heard that the Tuqishi people in Suiye have been at war with each other recently. The Governor Gao Xianzhi was worried that Dashi spies would take the opportunity to sneak into Anxi, so he imposed martial law on the four towns. There were dozens of soldiers interrogating and examining them at the gate of Shule City alone.
Most of them are only allowed in but not allowed out. Alas, life is becoming more and more difficult every day!"
An old Turkic man in his forties stood in an open space not far from the felt bag, waving his whip like he was venting his anger and complaining loudly.
What ordinary herdsmen like them fear most is war. No matter who is in power, mercenaries will be recruited as soon as there is a war. Shule herdsmen like them have long forgotten how to control the string and shoot arrows, and they are forced to pull
On the battlefield, aren't you just being used as nest material?
"You said Tuqishi is the same, can't he live a good life? He has to start some kind of rebellion. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty treats all tribes so kindly, it's just not grateful, why is he still causing trouble behind his back?"
His name is Ashina Luozha. It is said that his grandfather was a member of the Western Turkic royal family, but it has long since declined. The old man has lived outside Shule City for three generations and knows this area very well. Except for shepherding, he
He still makes a living as a guide from time to time. However, since the martial law, fewer and fewer caravans come to him to lead the way to the river.
"I said, brother Ashina, please stop complaining. Even if there is another conscription, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty will catch your felt bag? Ashina's reputation is there, what about the descendants of the divine wolf blessed by the eternal heaven?
Will you go to the battlefield and carry guns and knives to others?"
The person who answered was a fat young man named Chiqi Hun'ai. He was one of the few Geluolu people in the Shule area and moved from Jinshan five years ago. When he first arrived, he was naturally greeted by
Many Uighurs and Turks were bullied, and it was Ashina Luozha who helped them send them beef tendons to tie up their yurts and lay blankets for their tents. Therefore, he was very grateful to this old Turk and would send yurt packages to them from time to time.
Go for the good kumiss.
Prairie people value friendship the most. I remember clearly whoever was nice to me and whoever stabbed me in the back, and no one can deny it!
"Ashina's surname?" The old Turkic man sneered and said: "Now this surname is useless.~ The Youshen Wolf has had its teeth smoothed, and the eagle has had its feathers plucked. Blessed by the Immortal God
Turks, what has happened to you, to be so cursed!"
Ashina Luozhe became emotional as he spoke, and danced his hands wildly: "If this surname of Wang is still of some use, how can I compete with the Tuqishi bastard for a bundle of hay before winter? If this surname is
There is also a hint of deterrence. Will the milk wine brewed by me, Ashina Luoji, be stolen by a Uighur boy who doesn't even have hair on his chest? Nowadays, this surname still has a meaning, and there is still a meaning!"
The Mobei Turks were very prosperous for a while, but they were destroyed by the Tang Dynasty twice, and their prestige was not as good as before. Although many Turks are still active in the Western Turks' homeland, they have long lost their influence. The so-called Ashina
Of course the surname Wang has become a joke.
The young man Ge Luolu said what he said unintentionally, but now he knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he shrugged and changed the subject.
"Yes, these Tuqishi people are really sons of bitches! They got the vast grasslands in the Yili River and Suiye River basins. Not only did they not know how to be grateful to the Tang Dynasty, they also got together with the big cannibals. I want to
Even thinking about it makes me feel sick.”
His words came from the bottom of his heart. The Geluolu people of the third surname often fought among themselves because of the lack of pasture in Jinshan. Later, with Ye Hu's mediation, Ben reached an intra-tribe agreement and moved westward to alleviate the increasingly intensified pasture conflicts.
.Unexpectedly, those greedy Tuqishi people suddenly rose up and occupied large areas of grassland in the Yili River and Suiye River basins, driving out any tribe that entered this area.
If it weren't for Tuqi Shiren, Ge Luolu's white felt bag would have been placed on the beautiful grassland of the Ili River; if it weren't for Tuqi Shiren, he would not have moved to this deserted place five years ago.
Dear Shule Town.
"It's better now. The people of Shule's generation are in panic. How can everyone live?" He whipped his whip in anger, and Ashinara spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. If it had been before, he would have still lived.
He would care about the looks of some Tuqishi people around him, but now, he Ashinara doesn't care!
At worst, the grassland would be stained with blood, but Ashinara's blood is still flowing in his bones! Aren't the Turks in the grassland all practice sky burial after death? The descendants of the divine wolf are not afraid of death at all, and are only willing to fight for honor.
He has had enough of this useless life! He has had enough!
"Hey, brother, please keep your voice down!" Looking around hastily, Chichi Hun'ai grabbed Ashina's arm and tried to comfort her. The current situation is that a sudden rider becomes the king.
If you dominate and offend them, how can you still hang out in this pasture?
"I, I am!" Ashinara shook his head and threw the whip to the ground angrily.
"Brother Ashina! Brother Ashina!" Du Moyi's rich voice came from a distance, and not long after, a maroon Turkic pony appeared in front of the two of them.
It’s really what you said!
Ashina Luoji almost lost his temper in anger, but Dumoyi was one of the few Tuqishi Shiren he knew, and he was also honest and straightforward. Even if he was dissatisfied with Tuqishiren, he could not argue with Dumoyi.
You got into an awkward situation and directed your anger towards the other person.
What's more, he is a deputy general of the Shule Army in Anxi!
If you want to hang out in this area, how can you not have a good relationship with him? If you have a good relationship with him, doesn't it mean that you have the support of the Anxi Tang Army? Who else will dare to mess with you in this Shule territory in the future?
Thinking of this, Ashinara's cheeks were immediately filled with a smile, he opened his arms and walked to Dumoyi and said: "Dumoyi, my best friend Tuqishi, what kind of wind blows you away?"
When you get to my felt bag, what kind of rain makes you so happy? Tuqi Shiren, blessed by the eternal heaven, I would like to say hello to you with the most sincere heart."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, at this moment, Chiqi Hun'ai still wanted to greet Ashina Luoji's ancestors. This man had no kneecaps, how could he change his face faster than an actor from the Tang Dynasty?
Of course Du Moyi didn't know what Chi Qi Hun'ai was thinking, so he easily jumped off the horse.
"It was the spring breeze blowing from Chang'an that guided me here, and it was the sweet rain from the Tang Dynasty that made me ecstatic. I dragged myself to my brother's felt bag just to share the joy with the descendants of the divine wolf!"
Dumoyi put one hand on his shoulder and bowed deeply to Ashinara.
Ashina Luozha was indeed in a good mood. He was still doubting how he could become friends with a Tuqi Shi. Now it seems that even if the person in front of him is the cannibal he hates the most, they will become close friends.
Regardless of whether they are sincere or not, sweet words are always better than harsh words.
"Hi! Brother, your face is getting more and more rosy. It seems that the lamb in the Governor's Mansion has filled your chest, and the wine from Shule City has moistened your skin. I, Ashinaraza, am really here for you.
feel happy!"
"Now, there is an excellent opportunity in front of you, brother. Turks blessed by the eternal heaven, I hope you can experience the same happiness as me!"
Du Moyi nodded to Ashinara and spoke softly and slowly. The sound was so clear and sweet, just like the cold current flowing under the ice of the Red River in winter.
"What kind of opportunity is there for me and you, my brother, to share happiness?" Jitu Moyi got straight to the point. Ashnara half-squinted his eyes and rubbed his hands repeatedly. Since Du Moyi took the initiative to find him, this matter
It must be related to the Shule Army.
How else could he find himself? If he guessed right
"Haha, our new Governor of Shule is going on a mission to the countries in the river, and I hope that I can be a guide!"
Dumoyi patted Ashinara's shoulder heavily, then grinned, like a crescent moon projected on the Red River at night.
Note 1: Prairie sheep usually give birth in June and can reach adulthood in half a year. -Read without pop-up_m
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