The warehouses in Youzhou, Jizhou, and Qingzhou are already full of grain.

Autumn is over.

Standing on the gate of Yecheng, as far as the eye can see, the fields outside the city are already bare.

The mountains in the distance remained unchanged, and only when you walked in, you would see the yellow-black ground exposed, but more often, a thick layer of fallen leaves had piled up, and the feet creaked on it.

Some of the leaves have rotted and emit a rancid smell.

Zhao Hui leaned on a big rock, Zhao Hong lay on the surface of his feet, crawling slowly, his eyes staring at the ground, and his little hands pulled, looking for the little ants on the ground.

This winter should be Zhao Hui's most leisurely time.

There are no major problems with the autumn harvest everywhere.

The grain that Cheng Yuanzhi planted on Karasuma was also harvested.

The Karasuma Xianbei tribe doesn't dare to stare at those grains and grasses now.

Even the Huns seemed to ignore this 10,000-acre field.

Although it is in the grassland, the fields are full of fortresses.

Over the years, Cheng Yuanzhi has built this place more stable.

Although there are no walls, they are also impregnable.

The Huns attacked twice, but both times they were completely destroyed.

So now no one dares to peek into this field anymore.

Countless fortresses, countless tunnels are connected vertically and horizontally, and the ground is not full of iron spikes and ropes.

When the people first came to Karasuma, their homes were already full of food.

At the end of the year, not only do you not go hungry, but you also have a surplus of food every year.

Before, they couldn't believe it.

Although I left my homeland, I felt a little reluctant in my heart.

But here, they can live better.

I came here to be exempt from paying taxes.

Nowadays, although the benefits of tax deduction are gone, no one wants to go back.

The danger that I thought was not there at the beginning.

Now someone has brought his wife and children from his hometown.

Ready to put down roots here.

The land here is more fertile than that of Youzhou.

So even if the days get better, no one wants to go back.

On the contrary, many people from the same village also came to Karasuma with them.

And the original Karasuma tribe is no longer a pure nomadic people.

With the help of the Han Chinese, some of them have also begun farming.

It's still small, but it's changed.

With these changes, the Karasuma people began to gradually integrate into the Han people, and many of their habits began to change towards the Han people.

Food, clothing, etiquette, and most notably their houses.

The Han Chinese who came to Karasuma now live in wooden houses. It's a little simpler, but it's more comfortable than those tents.

In the Karasuma tribe, there are many houses today.

In particular, the leaders of the tribe, with the help of Cheng Yuanzhi, many have already lived in palaces built especially for them.

With a palace and a home, nomads have roots.

Nomads have roots, they are no longer nomads.

Their tribal leaders will be reluctant to leave the palace.

Whether it was Karasuma or Xianbei, as well as the more powerful Xiongnu, the most important reason why they had to move around was that they had to live in the grass.

Where the grass is fertile, they will migrate.

It is also not possible for a tribe to be in one place for too long.

Herders have too many cattle and sheep in their hands, and it is easy to eat up the tender grass in an area.

But nowadays, many people have started farming, and with it, they have fewer cattle and sheep in their hands.

So that they don't eat up the grass in an area very quickly.

Even though the grass around the tribe is no longer fertile enough, many of them have not migrated again.

Instead, the people at home drove the cattle and sheep alone, walked dozens of miles, spent ten days and a half months outside, and then drove the cattle and sheep back.

They already have the habit of settling down, which is very beneficial to the Han and Zhao Hui.

The more they began to settle, the easier it was for Zhao Hui to control them.

The less likely they are to be in turmoil, and even if they want to cause chaos, they will have concerns.

Whether it is the people of the Han Dynasty or the herdsmen on the grassland, what they yearn for is a better life.

The people of Dahan like to live and work in peace and contentment.

Not many of the herdsmen on the grasslands are willing to sleep in the open, because they used to have to move constantly in order to survive.

Otherwise, when the cattle and sheep starve to death, they will starve to death with them.

Cheng Yuanzhi, the captain of Karasuma, now has great prestige in Karasuma Xianbei.

Many tribal leaders of the Xianbei Karasuma tribe often drove a batch of cattle and sheep to give to Cheng Yuanzhi.

In winter, the weather on the grassland is very cold.

It is the season that the steppe tribes last want to face.

Almost every winter day, the steppe has the most deaths.

Many people froze to death, many starved to death.

A snowstorm buried people and countless cattle and sheep alive.

Well, now they can live in wooden houses in winter.

The wooden houses built by the Han people for them were all sturdy.

Tents are easily blown away by storms, and it is also safer to live in wooden huts.

Over the years, Zhao Hui has not squeezed Karasuma Xianbei again.

With the changes brought to them by the Han people, they have begun to be grateful to Cheng Yuanzhi and Zhao Hui in their hearts.

Winter is still dead, but it's much less than before.

The population of Xianbei Karasuma is already beginning to grow.

In addition, because of Zhao Hui's deterrence, no one dares to annex each other among these tribes in the grassland.

Anyone who dares to use a knife privately, Cheng Yuanzhi will send cavalry to let the people of that tribe know the consequences.

Today's grasslands are peaceful.

Except for the Huns, Xianbei Karasuma was very honest and lived in harmony with the Han people in the grassland.

Zhao Hui didn't engage in any first-class or second-class people.

He needs the herders to be integrated into the Han Dynasty.

However, not all herders like the current life.

In the process of integration, there are always some people who think that they are the sons of the grassland, that the children of the grassland should be shepherds, that they should wander around, and wherever they go, they will be home.

Heaven is the bed, and the earth is the bed.

They don't identify with the big men, they don't like farming, they like to ride war horses, they believe in the respect of the strong, they like to bully the weak.

They are not willing to listen to the Han people, and they are not willing to learn the words of the Han people.

Mustang Tribe!

It is thousands of miles away from where Cheng Yuanzhi is located.

There are no wooden houses here.

There were also no fields around the tribe.

The whole tribe, all of them still live by herding.

The life of the tribe is not easy.

In the midst of the snowstorm, a group of people walked into the tribe.

"Chief, there are Han people asking to see you."

"No, pull them out and cut them down, leaving their belongings behind."

"Chief, the Han people who came said that it was on the orders of the Han Son of Heaven, not Cheng Yuanzhi's people."