What am I telling Wang Ping to do? Looking for the Qiang people, what are you looking for the Qiang people? Give me a grazing. And now this Li Yi told me that he could provide horses?

Don't underestimate bantams, after all, people have also left a name in history. Therefore, the Dian horse is also a horse!

Feng Yong thought about it, could it be that there is really a destiny in this world? Then I thought of the story of Wang Mang, the predecessor of the traverser, and Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, and my heart shuddered. Forget it, I'd better go to Hanzhong to graze well.

"Then how many horses does Li Langjun have in his hand?"

"Ten horses should be enough for this trip to Hanzhong, right?"

"Fifty horses?"

The corners of Li Yi's mouth twitched, this Feng Langjun is really ...... Atmospheric, originally he thought that it was enough to show sincerity by sending ten horses, but he didn't expect the other party to be fifty horses as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's not a secret," Li Yi shook his head with a wry smile, "There is a shortage of horses in Shuzhong, although this Yunnan horse is produced in Nanzhong, it is not easy to obtain, not to mention that it is ...... rebellion now."

remembered the first time I came to Feng Mansion, I was also taken aback by the "atmosphere" of Feng Langjun in front of me, I originally bid for 1,000 yuan, but the other party shouted 30,000 yuan. I didn't know it was a joke until later, but this time, it can't be true and there is a misunderstanding, right?

Thinking of this, Li Yi asked tentatively: "Feng Langjun wants so many horses, doesn't he have other plans?" ”

Feng Yong looked at Li Yi, with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Li Langjun is really a smart person. ”

"Can you talk to Li?" Li Yi leaned over and looked very interested.

There's no way not to be interested, not to mention anything else, just the slave seller I personally experienced...... Oh, it's a matter of surrendering prisoners, and I don't know how he talked about it with the prime minister, and in the end, he could even have a lot to do with the reclamation of Hanzhong, I really don't know where this person came from such exquisite thoughts - it's just a little too vicious.

The nomads of the north have been plundering southward since the beginning of history. When the Central Plains Dynasty was strong, they would often beat them all over the ground to find teeth, and cut them stubble after stubble like cutting leeks. But whenever the Central Plains Dynasty declined, they would continue to rob the south without changing their minds, just like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed.

Is it really because of the savage nature and the fear of death?

Of course not, if they were really not afraid of death, they would not have yielded to the Central Plains again and again. On the contrary, they are too afraid to die, because if they do not go south, they will starve to death.

The descendants of Yan and Huang can be said to be favored by heaven: they occupy the plains formed by the alluvial of several rivers, and these plains are vast and are in areas with warm climates suitable for farming, which are enough to toss for thousands of years.

This geographical advantage is rare even in the world. Therefore, even in backward ancient times, they had the confidence to say "a hundred acres of land, don't take it away, a few families, you can have no hunger".

But you put that on the prairie? Hundreds of acres of grassland, in the ancient times when there was no silage technology, no knowledge of rotational grazing, and only knew how many cattle and sheep could be raised, but it certainly couldn't support one person.

So the grassland is so big, you can live freely, but die faster.

The wind blows the grass and shows the cattle and sheep, which is good to say, but that is when there is grass. In the winter, a white plague came, not to mention livestock, even people had to obediently wait for death.

In ancient northern nomads, a tribe huddled together to keep warm in winter, putting the young and strong in the middle and the old and weak in the outermost. In other words, if those old and weak can't stand it, they will die first, leaving the young and strong.

In this way, the living force of the tribe is left, and the population can be reduced, so as not to consume too much ration - the concept of natural selection is vividly expressed here. So if they don't go south to rob it, how will they survive?

At that time, although Feng Yong's garrison unit was surrounded by desert, there was a small village dozens of kilometers away from the station. Once, the army had a military and civilian relationship with that small village, and pulled some people over to help the villagers build the fodder silage cellar.

There are only a few families in the village, each of which raises a dozen sheep, and basically the whole family depends on these sheep for their economic income.

As a southerner, Feng Yong also curiously asked a very idiotic question: Why not raise more?

The old man, who looked to be in his sixties and was actually only in his forties, spoke half-baked Mandarin, pointed to the far open space and said, "Well, the grass is not enough to eat, and the sheep are eating too much!" Then he pointed to the tower-shaped forage silage cellar, "This is what you need to do in winter, otherwise the sheep will starve to death without food." ”

With silage technology in later generations, herdsmen have to carefully calculate the amount of livestock they have, otherwise you will be desperate to raise, really when people cattle and sheep drink the northwest wind can grow up? Not to mention the ancient times when as much grass grew in that field, there were as many cattle and sheep as they were.

Moreover, at that time, the northern nomads such as Hu Yi had a cruel calculation: the number of human beings surviving was calculated according to the number of cattle, sheep and food in their hands.

Want to survive? Then go grab it! Can't grab it? Then let's die!

So what Feng Yong wants to do now is to change this backward herding method of running all over the world a little and change it to a circle breeding method. I don't know if such a hundred acres of grassland can support one person, but it is no problem to increase the number of cattle and sheep by two or three times.

The knife flashed, and the silver light burst through.

A slight sound of "pop" sounded, and a wooden stick with the thickness of an arm standing in the martial arts arena shook gently.

Guan Ji carefully controlled her breath, and the hands holding the knife were overexerted, and the green tendons on the back of her hand with slight scars rose from excessive force. When his breathing stabilized, the light of the knife flashed, and he swung the knife at the wooden stick again with both hands......

The stick still didn't fall this time, but it shook even more.

At this moment, a right hand reached out to the top of the stick, pressed the shaking stick, and then pinched a small piece of wood one inch thick from the top of the stick, which seemed to be unmiscellaneous.

The small piece of wood that had been cut by the knife was placed in his left hand, and his right hand reached over again and picked up a piece again......

The five-foot-high wooden stick, starting from the top, was cut out thirteen pieces at a time with a thickness of one inch but did not fall to the ground.

"Uncle."

Guan Ji saw the person coming, stopped his hand, and shouted.

There is a very similar place between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the mansions of many military generals, that is, there is a martial arts field. It's just that this martial arts arena is a bit special, and if the prime minister is not necessary on weekdays, he usually won't come here. Because this martial arts arena is specially opened for the prime minister's wife, Guan Ji often comes here to practice martial arts, and sometimes the prime minister's wife will also bring Zhang Xing over.

"Let's take a break," Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji, touched the cut surface of the small wooden block with her fingers, and shook her head gently, "This incision, which is rougher and rougher every time, shows that your mind is unstable." Practicing like this is also practicing in vain, or will you calm down your distracting thoughts. ”

"Obey my uncle's orders."

Guan Ji put the knife away and followed Huang Yueying to the rest place of the martial arts training ground, where a maid had already brought a bowl of soup.