The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

It's late autumn in the Central Plains, and the weather in the northern steppes has begun to get cold.

Especially after a night of cold wind, the prairie seems to turn yellow in an instant, as far as the eye can see, desolate and barren, the herdsmen are competing for time, try to cut some forage, and then bundle it and store it for the winter when they can feed the cattle and sheep.

There are many herdsmen working on the grasslands, but there are even more Han slaves working.

But when the cold wind was howling, the Han slaves were wearing tattered and thin clothes, and they bent their waists and pulled the grass directly with their hands.

This is because the Turks lacked iron tools and could not cast sickles in large quantities, and even if they occasionally got some iron, the Turks gave priority to casting scimitars.

Machete!

That's a weapon!

Weapons can kill people with weapons, and with weapons you can start wars, as for the sickle used to cut grass, isn't it good to let the Han slaves pull it out with their hands?

Anyway, there are many Han slaves, and if they are tired to death, they will catch some more, as long as the Turks have knives in their hands, they think that there will never be a shortage of slaves.

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The grasses growing on the grassland are very stubborn, and the root system is well developed and buried more than two feet deep in the ground.

Many people's palms were rough, covered with deep cuts.

At this time, another cold wind blew, and suddenly a Han slave fell down, his whole body curled up, and the breath between his mouth and nose continued to weaken.

A few Han slaves next to her hurriedly ran over, as if they wanted to take her, but suddenly they were whipped from their backs, and it was the Turkic overseer who was whipping them.

A few Hannu were thinly dressed, and the whip was hot and painful on their bodies, and they subconsciously squatted down and continued to pull weeds with miserable faces.

Beside them, the lying Hannu had lost his breath.

The eyes of several Hannu were full of sadness.

Grief quickly turns to numbness.

They pulled grass like walking corpses, and at the same time had to avoid the whipping of the overseers behind them, and occasionally someone subconsciously looked in the direction of the Central Plains, muttering a murmur in their mouths, as if they were longing for their hometown, and as if there was no hope.

"Central Plains, our home ......"

The cold wind is getting colder and colder!

After a while, another Hannu fell.

Maybe it's frozen, maybe it's tired, but no matter whether it's frozen or tired, it never makes the overseer feel softer. So the Hannu had no choice but to continue working.

This scene on the meadow here was all watched by a Turkic woman not far away, who stood quietly in the cold wind, and she had been standing there since the morning, until the sun was about to set, and the Turkic girl let out a soft sigh.

She no longer stood still, but turned around reflexively, the Turks claimed that everyone could ride a horse, but this girl did not ride a horse, she was purely on foot, but very fast.

She continued to leap across the prairie like a galloping horse, and after about half an hour, a large mountain appeared in front of her.

It was Yin Mountain, and the ancient temple of the grassland was in the mountain.

The Turkic girl went all the way into the mountains, and soon jumped into a desolate ancient temple, and she passed through the magnificent hall of the ancient temple to a courtyard at the foot of the ancient temple.

She stood at the door, as if she wanted to knock on the courtyard door, but suddenly looked up at the sky, and then stopped knocking.

But before her arm that wanted to knock on the door fell, she heard a faint voice from the courtyard, "Is it grass?" I haven't slept ...... for the teacher."

The implication of this voice is self-evident, but it means to tell the girl that she can enter the courtyard.

The girl hesitated slightly, and finally reached out and pushed open the courtyard door.

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The Turks generally lived in tents and rarely built fixed building complexes, but in the courtyard in front of them, there was an exotic hut.

There was a thick blanket in the room, an oil lamp for lighting, and a brazier with a steaming iron kettle on top of it at the door.

The water is already boiling.

But on the blanket in the center of the room, a woman wearing a sacrificial robe, this woman is about thirty years old, her temperament is extremely elegant and noble, she is the holy high priestess of the whole steppe, and the faith guide of all Turkic people.

When she saw the Turkic girl entering the door, she casually pointed to the kettle at the door and said, "The water is boiling, help me carry it." ”

The Turkic girl obviously respected her very much, and carefully picked up the kettle and walked over, and said in a loud voice: "Master." ”

The Holy High Priestess nodded and said with a smile: "A few days ago, the king of Liang Kingdom came to worship the temple, and he offered some Han tea for the teacher, it is said that this kind of tea is extremely precious, even in the Central Plains, it can be sold at a high price, and the teacher is reluctant to enjoy it for himself, so he has been waiting for your little guy to come back......"

The girl was very moved.

The high priest stretched out her hand and took out two tea bowls, seeing that the shape was also made by the Han people, she put the tea bowls on the ground, with that elegant smile on her face, looked at the girl and said, "Girl, you come to make tea, let the master see how you learn." ”

The girl Cao'er pursed her lips and said with some shame: "The culture of the Han people is too profound, and all walks of life have unique knowledge. Those Hannu were poor people before they were captured, and it is difficult for them to learn anything useful......"

She paused as she spoke, and said shyly: "Especially this tea ceremony, the apprentice has never been proficient. I had just learned how to make tea, but the Han people had already figured out clear tea. So, Master, don't laugh at me. ”

The high priest smiled warmly, and said with a doting face: "We are not Han after all, and the master will not laugh at you for being stupid." Let's make tea, let's taste the tea of the Han people together. ”

"Yes!"

Cao'er whispered a word of agreement, picked up the kettle and began to make tea.

This tea is the clear tea made by Gu Tianya, and there will soon be a faint aroma under the impact of hot water, the high priest reached out and picked up the tea bowl, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, after a long time, he muttered as if he was distracted, and said: "Sure enough, it is this kind of tea, it is said to come from heaven, it has been almost twenty years, I can't imagine that I have tasted this kind of tea again......

Cao'er was slightly stunned, and then a little curious, but she didn't ask, just looked at the high priest curiously with her eyes.

The high priest smiled faintly and said, "What's the matter?" Want to ask? ”

Cao'er pursed her lips.

The high priest smiled again, and said softly: "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you, it's nothing more than the past when the teacher was young, when I was just selected as the heiress of the saint, and began to learn Han knowledge according to the ancient rules, because I could only read books, so the progress was very slow, and I was still very young at that time, and my temperament was as rough as your little girl, the more I learned the culture of the Han people, the more I felt broad and profound, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore and sneaked away to the Central Plains." It was during that period of time that I met some friends in the Central Plains, among which there were one or two people that I will never forget, and this fragrant tea in front of me was also made by the couple friend back then......"

This seemed to be telling her own story, but Cao'er's little face turned red, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Master, I just secretly went to the border, I didn't enter the Central Plains at all, and I didn't disobey your orders at all." ”

If you don't fight as a thief, you will recruit yourself for three years.

It turned out that she was also like her master back then, because she sneaked to the Central Plains out of curiosity, but she didn't cross the border, but only stayed on the border for a while.

The high priest seemed to want to laugh, but he thought that he should save some face for the disciples, so he skimmed over the matter and did not mention it, but continued to smile faintly and said: "The Central Plains, it is really a prosperous land. The culture of the Han people is like a shining pearl, which is really enviable...... It's a pity that we are Turkic. ”

Her voice suddenly became solemn, as if she was a little emotional, and said: "Since the time of the Xiongnu, we and the Han people have been world enemies, when they are strong, we hide in the grassland to endure, when they are weak, we raise troops to invade the south." It's not that we rob our nature, or that we don't produce, just because the land where our ancestors have lived for generations is too desolate and bitterly cold. Although cattle and sheep can be grazing, but to depend on the weather to eat, every time the cold winter comes, a large number of cattle and sheep have to freeze to death. ”

"Cattle and sheep are the property of the Turks, and they are also the food and clothing of the Turks. If food and clothing freeze to death, the Turks can only freeze to death. ”

"And as long as you are human, you don't want to die if you live. Since the Turks didn't want to die, they had to find a way to survive, so for more than a thousand years, we always went to the Han places in the south to plunder. Snatch their food, rob them of their utensils. It is difficult to define who is right and who is wrong between nations and nations, everyone is just to live, and if you really want to blame, you can only blame the world. ”

"However, after all, the people of the Central Plains are unwilling to be robbed by the Turks. Every three or four hundred years, a dynasty rises. They led the Han people to work hard and fight for their lives. As a result, the national strength gradually became stronger, and finally it became a strong side again. ”

"Cao'er, you are the heiress of the new generation of saints, so you tell the teacher, do you understand what I said?"

After a long speech, the high priest looked at the girl with a look of trial.

Cao'er took a light breath and began to reply softly: "What the master said can be understood by the disciples, but I still have a vague understanding, in fact, what you really want to say is this negotiation, right?" ”

The High Priest nodded with a look of relief.

She picked up the tea bowl again, took a sip of tea gently, and then slowly exhaled a white gas, as if with emotion: "Three or four hundred years have passed, and the Central Plains has come to a time of strong rise. It's a cycle that no one can resist. The only thing we can do is to try to keep each other at bay. ”

She paused as she spoke, looked at the girl again, and said solemnly, "Do you know Cao'er?" The Han people are actually aggressive in their bones, they advocate expanding their territory, and everyone wants to be a hero. At this moment, the foundation of the Tang Dynasty has begun to be solid, before Jieli Khan fell into their scheme, thinking that the cannibalism of the Han royal family would inevitably weaken the national strength, so he was in a hurry, and only wanted to invade with tens of thousands of troops, but the invasion failed to succeed, and even he himself got in......"

Cao'er couldn't help but speak, and added: "There are also factors in Liang Guo, it is said that Liang Shidu fell for the other party's plan first. ”

The high priest shook his head and said with a deep face: "The Han people have never looked at Master Liang in their eyes, they were designed for the grassland at the beginning. In the past three or four hundred years, our Turks have oppressed them too hard, so they want to retaliate, and this plan is only the beginning. ”

Cao'er hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Master, how do you think this negotiation should be discussed?" ”

The high priest fell silent.

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…… The first update is 3500 words, followed by the second one.