Ulliba had an ominous premonition.

"In previous years, there were so many rabbit holes in the pasture?"

Wu Liba called the owner of the horse farm and asked about the situation carefully.

The owner of the horse farm shook his head, "Although there were rabbit holes in previous years, there were not many of them, and they were not as dense as they are now. ”

The uneasiness in Wu Liba's heart is getting stronger and stronger, something is wrong, something is definitely wrong.

Although he was born in the grassland, he lived a prosperous life since he was a child, and had little contact with the low-level herders, and even did not have an in-depth understanding of the grassland situation. Because he is a wise man of different races in northern Xinjiang, he learned the Han culture of the Central Plains, and used the essence of Han culture to help northern Xinjiang become strong.

Over the years, in order to help Northern Xinjiang recover from the blow of horse plague, Wu Liba had no intention of putting it elsewhere at all.

Moreover, the king of the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court is getting older and older, and the princes under his knees are becoming more and more mature, and the battle for the throne is about to surface.

With the combination of these two hidden dangers, how can Wu Liba have the energy to care about the lives of low-level herders?

If it weren't for the large increase in the number of rabbit holes, which caused the ranch war horses to be lame, he would not have investigated to the end.

Waiting for the people under his hand to put the information investigated in front of him, he slapped his palm on the table with a hideous expression.

"Who allows these fools to be clever and raise hares?" said the vultures.

The guard's expression was stunned, and he immediately lowered his head to hide the anger surging in his eyes.

If it weren't for the mistake of the imperial court's policy of buying bloody horses from the Chalan Kingdom, which led to the infection of horse plague throughout northern Xinjiang, the herdsmen at the bottom would be so poor that they had no money to buy rice for cooking? If these rabbits were not raised, I don't know how many families of ordinary people would be forced to despair and sold into slavery.

However, the guard did not dare to say this, he had been with Ulibat for a few years, and he knew the man's temperament.

"Master, do you know how many years ago...... What do the herders do?", the guard cautioned.

Wu Liba's expression froze.

Of course he does!

caused such a situation, and even had an indirect relationship with him.

In order to cultivate more war horses, the imperial court in northern Xinjiang promised the herdsmen the benefits of the family, sold them foals, and then the official came forward to buy them back at a high price. Because of this policy, Northern Xinjiang was able to develop in just over a decade, and even threatened Dongqing not to be presumptuous.

This suggestion was put forward by Wu Liba, and it was by virtue of it that he was able to secure the position of a wise man in one fell swoop and was deeply trusted by the king.

The same is true of success, and the same is true of failure.

Herdsmen's families have tilted their resources towards war horses and have no other source of income.

The outbreak of horse plague in northern Xinjiang caused no one of the war horses of herdsman families to survive, and the imperial court refused to make up for their losses, resulting in the destruction of many herdsman families. Even if Wu Liba doesn't care about the lives of the people at the bottom, he can calculate these consequences, and his heart is clear.

"Even if that were the case, they shouldn't have done it. ”

The guards had strange expressions.

What can the herders do if they don't raise rabbits in exchange for food?

Is it possible to skip food and eat dry grass on the ground?

Rabbits are born in short cycles and are easy to raise, but ordinary herder families rely on them to survive the hungriest periods.

If the imperial court in northern Xinjiang had been willing to have mercy on the herdsmen and compensate for their damage, they would not have raised rabbits.

The herders lived in the grasslands during their time, and they also knew how annoying rabbits were to burrow.

However, they had to do it for the sake of their family.

The guard wisely chose to remain silent, and said with great strength, "Keep investigating! Find out who the master behind those caravans is, I don't believe that the Central Plains will be so lacking in rabbit meat and rabbit hair...... This is clearly a conspiracy against our northern frontier, and we must catch it!"

The guards were ordered to investigate.

I don't know if I don't check, but I check it a little......

Vulabal was terrified.

Almost every month, caravans from different places buy smoked rabbit meat and nitrated rabbit skins from herdsmen in northern Xinjiang, and the amount is not large each time, but the cumulative amount in a year is extremely terrifying astronomical. In addition to this, they also buy wool and mutton.

Rather than selling mutton, herders prefer to expand their flocks and sell wool.

The herders did the math.

As long as the sheep are alive, they can continue to sell wool, and the profits will be long-lasting.

If the sheep is slaughtered, it is a one-time transaction, and it is not cost-effective.

Selling wool is more profitable than selling rabbits, and almost every household has sheep of varying sizes, so that the number of sheep has skyrocketed.

The herdsmen in northern Xinjiang themselves also have the habit of raising sheep, and Wu Liba was not sure for a while whether this was a conspiracy.

After thinking about it, he took a group of guards to visit the herdsmen's homes.

“…… Seem...... There's nothing wrong with it......"

Wu Liba rode on his horse and looked into the distance, the herdsmen drove the sheep, the blue sky and green grass, everything seemed so harmonious and serene.

"Old man, it's hard to keep so many sheep in stare at it. ”

Wu Liba was dressed as an ordinary herdsman, and he didn't carry any valuables on him, looking like an ordinary person.

The old shepherd who drove the sheep said with a smile, "It is indeed a bit hard, this year the grass is not abundant, and I always have to move around." ”

Northern Xinjiang is a nomadic people, and grazing also follows the pasture.

Wherever there was plenty of grass, they drove the animals to eat them.

Wu Liba faintly felt that there was something wrong with the old shepherd's words, and he tried to say a word.

"With so many sheep, I don't know how much grass to eat. According to this way of eating, I will soon be in another pasture......"

"No," said the old shepherd, "they are so good at eating that if you don't catch them, they will be so hungry that they can pull out all the roots of the grass in the mud." ”

After hearing this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he seemed to have touched the truth.

He hurriedly asked, "Old man, where did you herd sheep before?"

The old shepherd pointed casually, thanked him, and hurriedly turned over his horse and ran in that direction.

Now is the season when the grass is abundant.

From a distance, the entire vast grassland looks like a piece of green jade falling from the world, green and oily, and it is refreshing to watch.

However, when he reached the destination pointed out by the old shepherd, he found that the grass in this place was somewhat sparse.

To make an image analogy, it seems that mild hair loss, although the scalp is not exposed, it can be clearly seen that the hair is not as dense as before.

Ulliba rode on his horse and muttered, "Sheep...... Rabbit ......"

The breeze on the grassland blows the pasture grass and sways vividly.

"Could it be...... Grass?"

In an instant, he figured out all the joints, and his heart tightened.

Forage is the key to raising war horses, and the people behind the scenes are clearly using this roundabout means to indirectly accumulate the survival resources of war horses!

"What a sinister strategy!"

Wu Litu clenched his posterior molars.

Fortunately, he found out early, otherwise, if the enemy was left in the dark for another seven or eight years, the northern frontier would probably not be able to raise war horses.

"This matter must be told to the king, and he must make a decision. As for the people who are plotting behind them, they must also be caught and dismantled. ”

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