The summer goes to the cold, and suddenly it is more than a load.

In early summer, the grasslands are quiet, with wildflowers blooming and knee-high grass, and the sheep are as white as snow in the distance.

The cattle were in the distance, flicking their tails and nibbling on the grass without a bite.

There are also horses, like some scattered martial arts masters, sometimes they will raise their heads and look into the distance for a while.

For them, being able to graze quietly is the best day, and as for all the bullshit that kills, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with them.

On a good day when the wind and sun were beautiful, Guo Yang would occasionally come out of the underground palace of Ah Rishan Haizi, sit on a high hill and drink, in a daze, until the twilight.

Every time the Tengger people saw Guo Yang sitting on that hillside drinking, they would be sad for a while.

Because, at the bottom of the hillside, is the tent of Narentoya's house.

In particular, the old patriarch Jida would stand in front of the tent for a long time, looking at Guo Yang in the distance, with a sad expression, as if he had lost Naren Tuoya forever.

Ullihan, the dog mongrel, took Tsitchie with him.

It's a fucking shame to have such a narrow-minded, short-sighted, jealous, jealous, and hateful father!

Poor Naren Toya, poor Zizig, makes people angry and hateful...... Poor Guo Yang.

However, the old patriarch Jida's heart was more complicated, Ulhan's defection hurt his heart, but he also found it difficult to accept Naren Toya's commitment to a second-rate son in the south.

He sometimes thought of his former wives and children, and thought to himself, maybe those women would be able to understand Naren Toya's choice.

……

When Guo Yang was drinking, Anu would occasionally accompany him for a while, but he had to leave soon.

Anu was very busy, and as the number of cavalry increased, there were more and more chores to deal with, so he would often drink a few jue of wine and swallow a few mouthfuls of mutton before leaving in a hurry.

Ah Jiu, Ah Mu, Ah Jin and Ah Tu have not seen each other for a long time.

Those half-grown children back then, under the careful cultivation of Guo Yang and Anu, finally grew up and became big people who could take charge of themselves, which made Guo Yang's heart warm when he thought about it.

Duanmu Niu is also very busy, his main task is to prepare money, food and various equipment for the army, and at the same time be responsible for leading those craftsmen.

The caravan had not yet been operational, and Guo Yang promised him that when he eliminated Agula and Chagan, he would help Duanmu Niu quickly expand the caravan to the entire grassland.

At first, the profiteers in the city of Luoyi were quite resistant, because he was too amateur and not very interested in fighting.

His only interest is to do business, make money, make a lot of money, even if there is no place to spend on the grassland, it doesn't matter.

Duanmu Niu has a thick stack of account books, which record the business transactions over the years in great detail, sell a sheepskin, and exchange it for three catties of salt, all of which are clearly written.

Guo Yang admires this very much, because he himself will never have the patience to do those things.

Therefore, it is natural that Guo Yang handed over all the financial matters to Duanmu Niu, and the only requirement was to find a way to ensure the daily expenses of the army, and moreover, to ensure a steady stream of personnel expansion.

Duanmu Niu is so powerful, his mind is full of numbers, not only knows the number of Guo Yang's army and daily expenses, but also knows the hundreds of small grassland tribes around him.

Duanmu cattle know how many men and women, how many old people, how many children, how many cattle, sheep and horses there are, and how much salt and grain can be surplus every year.

On the basis of these figures, he kept a register of all the steppe people who had submitted to the Tengger tribe, and recorded their cattle, sheep, horses, and even the basic means of production.

At first, the grassland people were very resistant to this practice of Duanmu Niu, thinking that it was a set of bullshit of the farming tribesmen, and it might be a conspiracy.

For this reason, many people went to the old patriarch Jeddah to protest.

The old patriarch Jida was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he went to find Duanmu Niu and kicked Duanmu Niu out of the tent with one kick.

The old patriarch Jida was in awe of Guo Yang's childhood friend, so he had to swallow his anger and return to the tent.

However, Duanmu Niu quickly dispelled the concerns of the grassland people.

That year, nearly half of the people lacked salt, and their lives were very hard, and some people even licked the salt and alkali of those white flowers in some saline-alkali fields, and many people became sick because of this.

Just when everyone was anxious, Duanmu Niu informed everyone to come to his tent to carry salt, and by the way, he also provided some production tools.

Some people got eight catties of salt, and some people got thirty catties of salt, which made the grassland people who had always distributed things evenly very puzzled, so some people directly questioned the unfairness of Duanmu Niu.

Duanmu Niu asked people to move out a few thick stacks of account books, opened them, named each household, and accurately said how many catties of salt they had left in their house, who had a few people in the family, and how much salt they needed every day, everything was clear.

The steppe people obeyed.

This man is a devil, but a devil who is good for everyone.

Duanmu Niu is keen on these things, and as for cultivation, it is basically three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, which is very casual.

Guo Yang observed for a while, and he really had no temper with this Duanmu Niu who only loved to do business.

With his initial idea, he also wanted to train him so that he could become a centurion or a thousand-commander on his own.

Obviously, Duanmu Niu's interest lies not in this.

However, Guo Yang really needed such a person at hand to help him take care of those trivial but extremely important affairs, so of course, Duanmu Niu became Guo Yang's general manager.

One day, Guo Yang was drinking slowly, half-squinting at the sunset, and Duanmu Niu came riding a yellow horse.

Far away, the businessman waved his hand at Guo Yang, looking dusty, but in a good mood.

Turning over and dismounting, Duanmu Niu sat opposite Guo Yang, lifted the wine bag and poured it, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, grabbed a piece of mutton and ate it, gobbling it up.

"Niu, what are you doing here, why do you look like a wild man who hasn't eaten for seven or eight days?" Guo Yang looked at Duanmu Niu and said with a smile.

"Sheep, it is true that I haven't eaten or drunk well for several days. I went to Bagen Peak to look for you, and I heard that Mr. Wild Fox say that you should drink here, so I rushed here. Duanmu Niu said vaguely while eating and drinking.

"Mr. Wild Fox? The old fox seems to be here with us, and he is more comfortable than me, the high priest, who has been serving the steppe people with good wine and meat all day long. Guo Yang shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Hehe, you borrowed someone's place to fight and destroyed someone's fox den, and it doesn't matter who you rely on." Duanmu Niu said with a smile.

Guo Yang took a sip of wine and smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.

That Mr. Wild Fox has a superior demeanor, and his cultivation is neither high nor low, anyway, Guo Yang has never figured it out.

The old fox had taken root since he came to the Tengger tribe, and wandered all day long on the steppe without mentioning leaving.

He is Guo Yang's guest, and he is naturally the guest of honor of Tengger people.

The old fellow couldn't drink much, and he got drunk as he drank, so he found a tent and got into it, and fell asleep, and when he sleep, he immediately shouted that he wanted to drink wine and eat meat.

The steppe people gradually got used to him, and they should be their own family.

In addition, his medical skills are exquisite, most of the grassland people have abdominal distention, joint pain and other problems, in the case of his full of wine and meat, a little compliment, will be cured, often three needles and two fingers can be cured, it is indeed miraculous.

Therefore, the people of the steppe became more and more fond of that bad old man, and whenever they met him, they would greet him with the best meat and the purest wine.

In addition, I don't know when it started, Mr. Wild Fox's skinny dog Howling Sky also came to the grassland, with a bare tail, followed Mr. Wild Fox inseparably, eating and drinking, and crawled outside the tent to bask in the sun when he was full of mutton.

The dog looked dry and thin, but he had a great temper, and he was very proud, as the shepherd dogs of the steppe had tried to squeak and provoke.

At first, the skinny dog Howling ignored those shepherd dogs, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

However, as the prairie dogs became more and more excessive, the skinny dog became angry, jumped up, bit off the neck of a shepherd dog in one bite, and then returned to the tent to bask in the sun as if nothing had happened.

The dogs of the steppe were frightened and solemnly embraced him as the boss.

In this grassland, in the world of dogs, the status of the skinny dog Howling Heaven is just like Guo Yang in the world of people, and he has become an out-and-out villain.

As for the green fox, the grassland man hadn't seen it for a long time, and he heard that he was forcibly locked up in a cave in the Bagan Divine Peak by his grandfather, and he thought about it.

However, Guo Yang knew in his heart that Qinghu should be cultivating in retreat.

This old and young vixen have a mysterious origin, which makes Guo Yang a little unsteady.

……

"Sheep, don't you ask me what's the matter with me?" Duanmu Niu was finally full, he wiped a handful of grease mouths and smiled.

"Love to say it or not." Guo Yang took the wine and drank it slowly, looking at the tent under the hillside in distraction.

"What if the news I brought has something to do with your prairie lady?" Duanmu Niu grinned.

Guo Yang turned his head sharply and stared at Duanmu Niu.

Duanmu Niu shrank his neck, felt his body tighten, and immediately scolded with a smile: "Your wolf eyes make my heart beat faster." ”

Guo Yang didn't say anything, and his eyes gradually softened.

"It's news about Ullihan. When I counted the property of the steppe people, I found that in the homes of the young men who had defected with Ullihan, the consumption of salt and mare's milk wine suddenly increased by two or three percent, and the number of cattle and sheep also suddenly decreased. I suspect those guys have sneaked back into the Tengger tribe in the last two or three months. ”

Duanmu Niu retracted his hippie smile and said with a frown.

"Really?" Guo Yang frowned slightly and asked.

"I can't be wrong with my numbers. Of course, other reasons are not ruled out, but I think my judgment is seven or eight percent certain. Duanmu Niu said.

"Well, that's a very important message, cow, bother." Guo Yang picked up the wine lord and saluted Duanmu Niu.

Duanmu Niu smiled, drank the wine, and said shyly: "Sheep, I recently got some good things, I guarantee that you are interested." ”

"Just you? Can there be something good? Although Guo Yang said this, his face was full of smiles.

This Duanmu Niu is really a talent, not only thoughtful, accurate in calculation, but also extremely flexible, and has helped Guo Yang solve many problems for more than a year.

"Hehe, this time, I'm guaranteed to make your kid so happy that he can't sleep." Duanmu Niu smiled and stretched out the empty lord in his hand.

"Okay, Uncle Duanmu, the little Guo Yang will be full for you." Guo Yang lifted the wine bag and honestly poured the wine, "Now you can talk about it." ”

Duanmu Niu laughed, drank it all, suddenly lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I will give you four thousand Blood Moon Scimitars, do you want them?" ”

When Guo Yang heard this, he stood up suddenly, and his voice trembled a little: "Niu, didn't you make me happy?" ”

Duanmu Niu smiled, stretched the empty jue forward again, and glanced at the jue with sly eyes.

Guo Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, and filled people with it.

Four thousand scimitars, for Guo Yang, that is simply a lot of wealth, four thousand light cavalry, four thousand troops!

At present, Guo Yang's men and horses have expanded to nearly 2,000 people, but in addition to the original 1,000 people who are fully equipped, the rest of the 1,000-person cavalry team, seven or eight people, can not spread a scimitar.

Cavalry without scimitars might as well go back to herding sheep.

For this reason, Guo Yang racked his brains, but he was always at a loss.

Iron ore is too rare, and within a radius of thousands of miles, Guo Yang has explored in detail, but found nothing.

He even thought about sending a team of people back to Tianshui Village to dig some iron ore, but was directly vetoed by Anu.

Anu's reason is very simple, there are not many iron ore reserves in that place, they have almost mined it, and besides, that thing is dead and difficult to transport.

And if they want to smelt it into iron, they will inevitably leak their biggest secret at present, and the gains outweigh the losses.

After Guo Yang thought about it carefully, he died of this heart.

Now, Duanmu Niu suddenly said that he could get four thousand scimitars, it must be this guy who discovered the secret of iron, and moreover, he also found iron ore!

"Niu, don't bend around anymore, just say it." Guo Yang said.

"Sheep, tell me first, have you mastered the technology of smelting iron?" Duanmu Niu said.

Guo Yang nodded slightly, but did not say a word.

"I don't want your skills either, after all, that thing is too important, I'm afraid that I can't help but use it to make money, and it will eventually kill me." Duanmu Niu said with a smile.

"Uncle Duanmu, please, hurry up and get down to business, your water grinding kung fu is really anxious." Guo Yang said a little anxiously.

"Okay, okay, I said, I said it's not okay!" Duanmu Niu pretended to straighten his sheepskin robe, looked like a master, and cleared his throat decently.

Guo Yang lifted the wine bag and silently filled it up for Uncle Duanmu.

"Actually, this big news has something to do with your mother-in-law, Naren Toya." As soon as Duanmu Niu spoke, Guo Yang was stunned.

Something to do with Naren Toya?

"I found that there was an abnormality in the number of salt and cattle and sheep in seven or eight houses such as Wulihan, and immediately started to investigate, and soon I was a little brows-raised. Those jackals must have sneaked back, and even went to the area around Arishan Haizi. Duanmu Niu said.

It turned out that after Duanmu Niu discovered the abnormality, he immediately began to secretly investigate the matter, and finally found some clues.

Following the intermittent traces, Duanmu Niu followed the vine and touched the melon, and found traces of people living in a canyon more than 700 miles away, according to Duanmu Niu's inference, those people should have left the canyon for no more than half a month.

As he was searching for the whereabouts of those people, he stumbled upon an ore that was black and dark red.

That ore was special, it attracted the knife at his waist.

Duanmu Niu has been in the business for many years, and his knowledge is naturally not ordinary, and he soon understood that those dark red stones must be iron ore.

It's just that he doesn't know yet, in fact, the only thing that attracts the knife on his waist is a kind of iron ore, called magnetite ore.

He once asked Guo Yang where the more than 1,000 scimitars came from, and Guo Yang, the little fox, swore that he was lucky and occasionally got a large piece of meteorite from the sky, which created a batch of knives.

Duanmu Niu was willing to believe Guo Yang's nonsense, so as soon as he saw those iron ores, he immediately deduced that Guo Yang must have mastered the technology of smelting iron.

"Sheep, I'll get you a batch of iron ore, you help me build a set of flying knives, let's settle it, no one owes anyone, okay?" Duanmu Niu said with a smile.

"Okay!" Guo Yang said cleanly.