The tent was covered with a thick wool felt, and on top of it was a small table, a few teacups, and a teapot.

Tea is fried tea, which is not very suitable for the appetite of the Mugguls who like to eat milk tea, but tea is tea, and having tea is much better than pulling a knife with a cold face.

There are no maids, everyone is a martial artist, so there is no need to be so troublesome, each pour himself a cup of tea, drink it directly, and the etiquette is full of sincerity.

But as soon as Xu Shiyang spoke, he spoke extremely rudely:

"Zamuhe, what are you trying to do with so many people behind my army?"

Call him by his first name without a hint of respect.

"General Xu." Zamuhe held back his anger and said, "I came to ask, why did you kill my people and take my livestock?" ”

"Because your robbers have entered our country to burn, kill, and plunder, and are grazing in the fields." Xu Shiyang replied: "You have caused serious human and economic losses to our country, so I have to take the initiative to expel the robbers who entered our homeland." ”

Zamuhe frowned: "You say we are robbers? I've lost more than you! It was before and it is now! Check it out this time! I have lost tens of thousands of strong men! ”

"Is this a question of the size of the loss?" Xu Shiyang's tone also rose an octave: "This is a matter of you coming to be robbers, and we have to defend ourselves!" Is it the master's fault that a robber entered someone else's house and was beaten by the owner of the house without grabbing anything? ”

Zamuhe was speechless.

In terms of mouth artillery, none of the ten he is the opponent of Xu Shiyang, who has experienced the influence of online debates.

So Zamuhe changed the subject:

"Then you don't have to burn so many of my people! We are allies in the fight against the Jurchens! ”

"We are not allies, and having a common enemy does not mean that we are allies." Xu Shiyang interrupted him very unceremoniously: "Do you think in my eyes, you are very different from the Jurchens?" They are just robbers who want to rob us every day. ”

"Is that so? So, if I can keep the people who restrain me from robbing you, can you guarantee that this will not happen again? Zamuhe asked.

This is the main purpose of his negotiations with Xu Shiyang - as the Mugwu Khan who had just barely unified the grassland, he not only failed to bring wealth and glory to the Mughu, on the contrary, he was beaten by the Jurchens in Liaoyang last year and almost wiped out, and this year he was beaten by Xu Shiyang in the head.

In the past two years, the Mughal people have directly lost nearly 50,000 strong men, and other old and young women, children, and slaves have also suffered heavy losses.

With such a heavy loss, there were already many Mughal nobles who felt that Zamuhe was not suitable to command all the Mugul.

Gulhan's current position is very unstable, if the Han people come like this every year, not to mention what the future of the Mughal people is, he Zamuhe will definitely not end well.

"Haha!!"

Hearing Zamuhe's words, Xu Shiyang burst into laughter, and he asked disdainfully:

"Can you restrain all the Mughal tribes?"

Zamuhe was completely speechless.

Of course, he can't restrain him, unless he can bring a lot of benefits to the tribes below, no one will listen to him.

Because if you listen to his orders, you will starve to death!

Life in the grassland is so cruel, if you don't eat others, you have to be eaten.

"Actually, I think that as long as the Great Khan can make up your mind, this thing can still be done."

When Xu Shiyang and Zamu were speechless, Wang Qinian suddenly interjected:

"The biggest problem on the prairie is that you can't feed everyone, let alone live a good life."

In fact, all the ethnic groups around China are like this, the poor are like monkeys, and most of the time they are not even a threat to China.

Only when Huaxia itself began to decline, did they have the opportunity to achieve a fairly good result with their momentary bravery.

But when the Han people got up, they had no chance at all, so they could only go back to the grassland to eat sand or drill the old forests in Liaodong to be savages.

Moreover, no matter which way of the Tartars, there is a significant feature - once the army that originally looked very strong, once it entered the land of the Central Plains, it would soon degenerate into waste wood for birds and dogs.

This is the case with beggars who have picked up a windfall from heaven.

"But it's different now, because we all have this."

Wang Qinian patted the wool felt spread on the ground and continued:

"It is made of wool, thick and warm, and can be made into tents, carpets, and clothes. Wool is the most common thing for you, and it was of no use to you before, but if you sell it to us, you can get it back.

"In recent years, there have been many tribes that have sold wool to me and made a lot of money. Exchanging wool for felt that was useless before can make the cattle and sheep population survive the white plague safely, so that you can have more wool for felt in the coming year, and more cattle and sheep can survive, year by year, and live in peace. ”

"The Great Khan wants to control the people below, and the best way is this—the Great Khan can feed the herdsmen, and they will naturally listen to you."

Xu Shiyang and Zamuhe looked at Wang Qinian together.

The latter is because they find the proposal novel and seem to be feasible.

The former was surprised by the advanced nature of Wang Qinian's concept.

His proposal is actually the most primitive industrial chain - the Mughurs provide raw materials such as wool and sheepskin, and the Han people process them into textile industrial products, which are sold back to the Muguls, forming a closed cycle.

It is not easy to interrupt this industrial chain, and to do this, you can't use scimitars and bows and arrows, you can only rely on your own industrial upgrading.

With the knowledge level of nomadic herders, can they achieve industrial upgrading and replace the textile industry in Qi country?

Anyway, Xu Shiyang is not worried about this.

"How much wool do you harvest each year?"

Zamuhe didn't have so many ideas, he was just calculating how much he could gain from this kind of trade, and whether he could strengthen his position through the profits from the sale of wool.

"We will receive as much as you have, and the more the merrier."

This question was answered by Xu Shiyang:

"If you honestly raise sheep and shear sheep and don't invade my territory again, I promise that this incident will not happen again."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I want you to swear! Or, we and relatives, you marry a prince and daughter! ”

"Don't mention what you can't do." Xu Shiyang said unceremoniously: "Unless you don't want to reach an agreement." ”

"A woman can't give up, how can you make me believe you?"

"I don't need you to believe it."

Xu Shiyang said coldly:

"Make no mistake, Zamuhe! Now you are praying to me for peace, to me! And not the other way around! ”

"I am confident that I can defeat you while defeating the Jurchen Tartars! Do you have the confidence to withstand my attacks while withstanding the Jurchens? ”

"If you have that confidence, talk to me with a scimitar! If you don't have that confidence, then you have to endure whatever I offer! I have not asked you to pay tribute, I have promised to keep peace with you, this is already the greatest sincerity! ”

"Don't mention the matter of harmony again! Don't lose sight of your position! It's almost as good as you to offer me the prince and daughter! ”