Feng Jin is not such an easy person to dismiss, he said, "Plan ahead a year in advance, your reason is too perfunctory......

Wei Ci smiled dumbly, and threw out a sentence lightly, "Ci also wants to find a non-perfunctory reason, isn't it that he hasn't found it yet?"

Feng Jin was almost angry and fell down, but this person even shamelessly admitted it!

Wei Ci's mouth was like a gourd with a sawed mouth, so tight that he couldn't get any useful information at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Jin was ruthless in his heart, and said secretly, Wei Ci didn't say anything if he didn't say it, he would guess it himself.

However, Feng Jin is from a family, and even goes out in a carriage on weekdays, accompanied by scholars on the left and right, and her knowledge is broad enough, but her field trip experience is slightly insufficient. He thought about it for a long time and didn't guess the real intention, so he could only quietly ask Qi Guanrang.

Qi Guanrang was born on the border of Dongqing, his father was a barbarian in Northern Xinjiang, and he knew far more about Northern Xinjiang than Feng Jin.

Feng Jin found a suitable time to stop Qi Guanrang, and mentioned it in passing while chatting.

Qi Guanrang listened, pondered for a while, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly grabbed Feng Jin's arm.

"You said that the lord asked Zixiao to arrange a caravan to go to northern Xinjiang to buy sheepskins and rabbit skins?"

When he asked this, Qi Guanrang's face was a little more pale.

Feng Jin was taken aback by this move, and immediately calmed down and asked rhetorically, "Does Wen Zheng know the intentions of the lord?"

The official smiled bitterly, his whole body was full of momentum, and his face was a little more helpless.

He said in an astringent voice, "I guessed a few points, but I don't know if it's accurate." ”

Feng Jin saw that Qi Guan let this reaction, and knew in his heart that this matter was not simple, he looked left and right, even though it was empty, he still cautiously invited Qi Guan Rang to his home to talk in detail. If this matter is related to the strategy of the entire Maruzhou towards northern Xinjiang, it cannot be talked about anywhere.

Wen Zheng is not in a hurry to say first, it is better to go to Jin's house to sit down and discuss the matter in detail. ”

Qi Guanrang was not surprised by Feng Jin's actions, this person has always been cautious and self-controlled, even if there are only the two of them around, Feng Jin will not be careless.

When they arrived at Feng Jin's mansion, the two went to the study and sent their subordinates back.

After making sure that it was safe, Feng Jin asked with a serious face, "What did Wen Zheng guess?"

The official keeps the fan in his hand all the year round, and every time he encounters something important or is nervous, he always habitually fans the fan.

Now that it was still cold weather, he fanned it, and it was even colder.

He didn't answer Feng Jin's question directly, but instead said an old thing.

Qi Guanrang said, "Let go of the surrounding land, and the people in the vicinity often make a living by herding sheep and cattle. There is a family that raises nearly 100 sheep, which is considered a large family in the village, and this family likes to lead the sheep to the foot of the mountain to graze. Huaiyu, guess what happened?"

Feng Jin painted that scene in his mind, hundreds of sheep grazing in a small area...... There won't be enough food, right?

"No grass to eat?"

Qi Guanrang's fan fanned harder, snorting and fanning the nearby heater, and Feng Jin secretly leaned towards the charcoal basin.

"It's not just that there is no grass to eat, those sheep are so hungry that they arch out the grass roots!" After saying this, Qi Guanrang's face was a little red, obviously angry, and then he said, "There are clouds in ancient books - three holes of cunning rabbits, only to avoid their dead ears." It can be seen that rabbits not only feed grass, but also habitually live in burrows, lurking in burrows during the day and foraging around at night. Fight holes and avoid enemy ......"

After Feng Jin heard this, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

It's just that he hasn't turned the corner for a while, and he doesn't understand why Qi Guanrang's reaction is so fierce.

If you think about it in a way that is unfavorable to Northern Xinjiang, combined with Qi Guan's words, a flash of inspiration flashed in Feng Jin's mind, and it suddenly became smooth!

"Could it be that the lord and the prince are trying to move the grasslands of northern Xinjiang?"

Feng Jin was surprised for a long time, and almost didn't close his mouth.

The barbarians in northern Xinjiang have been hidden dangers for a long time, and from the troubled times of the Sixteen Kingdoms and even more years ago, the barbarians have been eyeing the Central Plains.

Their land was unsuitable for cultivation, and they often entangled their horse caravans to raid the borders, burn and loot, and do all kinds of evil.

Why did the ancestors of the Qiangwu tribe in northern Xinjiang become strong?

To put it nicely, the Qiang Wu people are brave and good at fighting, fierce and ferocious, to put it mildly, they are just a group of brutes dressed in human skins! Not to mention burning, killing and looting, they also specially robbed countless women in the Central Plains, kept young girls in captivity, and not only used them as food to satisfy their hunger, but also used them as mobile reproductive machines, using these innocent girls as carriers to force them to give birth to children and expand the population.

In the middle of the troubled times of the Sixteen Kingdoms, the Qiangwu tribe only had a population of 200,000, and by the end of the troubled times, the number of people had expanded to more than 3 million!

From 200,000 to 3 million, seeing these shocking historical documents, he could only imagine countless painful women's faces.

It's just that although the barbarians in Northern Xinjiang are hateful, they can ride horses since they were young, and they have a strong ability to fight immediately, and they can run if they can't beat them.

After the founding of the Great Xia, he conquered the northern frontier several times, trying to stop them from coming out to plunder every certain season, but with little success.

To this day, they still have no effective way to deal with northern Xinjiang.

They can't fight a war, and it's not effective to stop them, after all, they can't send a large number of troops to be stationed in this place all the time.

Countless sages were worried about the affairs of northern Xinjiang, and no one ever thought of directly touching the pasture grass in northern Xinjiang.

Feng Jin's heart was beating wildly, and there was obvious joy on her face.

When the official saw it, he used a fan to send several waves of cold wind to Feng Jin to make him sober and sober.

"You're rejoicing too soon!" the official said categorically, blocking Feng Jin's joy.

Feng Jin was puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

Qi Guanrang sighed, if this method is really so good, how can he sing down here?

I've long been as happy as Feng Jin, and I don't know what to do.

"You don't understand...... If the lord really uses this method to attack the northern frontier, he may really be able to destroy the entire northern frontier, but it will only be a defeat for both sides. Qi Guanrang paused when he said this, and he didn't know how to tell it, after all, Feng Jin in front of him was a pure Central Plains person.

Feng Jin frowned, "You said that both sides will lose?"

Qi Guanrang sighed, "That's right, even if you can really rely on this method to destroy the northern frontier, but the lord can't please it." Although the northern Xinjiang is hateful, the people who do evil are a minority after all. If the whole grassland is destroyed, what will the innocent people do?"

Limited by the background of the whole era, Qi Guanrang did not know the concept of grassland degradation and desertification, and had some vague conjectures.

Even if it was just a little conjecture, he could foresee what kind of disaster this plan would bring to northern Xinjiang after it was really implemented.

Feng Jin is a pure Central Plains person, and his heart must be different if he is not of my race, but Qi Guanrang is a mixed blood of Northern Xinjiang and the Central Plains.

He has lived on the border of northern Xinjiang for a long time, and he hates the brutality of the three ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang in his heart, but he sympathizes with the misfortune of the innocent herdsmen at the bottom.