Chapter One Hundred and Two: One Scythe, Twenty Slaves

When two people with similar circumstances and the same illness get together, it is easy to become good friends who have a thousand drinks and a thousand glasses of friends.

After Murong exhausted Qiu He to the mansion, after coercing and luring a few glasses of wine, he got a young master of a declining family, the family was bullied in a foreign race, and wanted to rely on personal talent to change the fate of the family, an inspirational and sad story.

Murong Qian watched Qiu He scold King Lin Hu and the Zhu family who regarded him as a thorn in his side because he was drunk and scolded, and he was deeply moved.

So after Qiu He was drunk, Murong Duan, who felt sympathy for the same disease, helped him wipe off the residue of vegetable stains on his face, and prepared to send him to rest, but unfortunately the Zhou family sent someone to pick up Qiu He, and Murong exhausted Qiu He sent Qiu He to the Zhou family's carriage and took a cold shower with the smell of wine.

The cold water of the autumn night was already biting, and the evening breeze blew away, directly blowing away all the drunkenness, looking up at the full moon in the sky, I don't know why Qiu He's face appeared in Murong Di's mind, and a melancholy color rose in his heart.

Murong Di's mother was just a shepherdess, because her appearance was still valued by King Donghu and included in the harem, but with concubines like her mother, King Linhu had a whole tribe.

The nomads do not have a big concept of marital fidelity, because the need for population reproduction makes them have a very weak concept of marital fidelity and blood, even the royal family does not value it.

The inheritance of the tribe is the most important thing is the strength competition of the tribe behind it.

Because the main role of the nomadic throne is to maintain the stability and development of the tribe, which is very different from the Central Plains civilization, which values the interests of individual families and clans.

Murong Exhaust, a prince without any background, naturally cannot be compared with other brothers with strong capital, even if he is extremely smart since he was a child, he grows up and is brave, and he is deeply loved by King Donghu, but he still has no role in inheritance.

Because the child who has been appointed as the successor by all the elders, the mother is another big clan in Donghu, a clan that even the Donghu royal family is afraid of.

From birth, the child was blessed by a shaman.

It was something that Murong couldn't get even if he captured countless slaves, hunted countless prey, and built countless pastures.

Since he understood this, Murong Jian had lost confidence in the throne and became more and more decadent, and the king of Donghu could not bear to see his favorite son fall like this, so he sent him to Bai Di to practice.

Although it is not explicitly stated, there is no doubt that there are other purposes.

At first, Murong thought that it might be his father who wanted him to break into the Bai Di tribe and then master this tribe of emptiness inside.

However, after understanding the composition of the Bai Di Ministry, Murong Jian gave up this idea, because the internal interests of the Bai Di Department were extremely complex, and unless the cards were reshuffled and a massacre was carried out, it could not be controlled at all.

Moreover, this kind of usurpation of power is not allowed in the Donghu Alliance, and Murong Qian knows that he does not have the ability to do so.

Just when he fell into decadence again, Qiu He appeared, which made him figure out at once the true purpose of his father's sending him here.

It's not Bai Dibu, but Lin Hu Ministry!

The elderly father should know that his time is short, but the little prince is too young, and according to the rules of the clan, he needs a member of the royal family to assist the little prince until he reaches adulthood.

And this candidate is undoubtedly Uncle Wang, who grew up listening to his legends, Murong Ke, King of Linhu!

All the young people of Donghu know the story of King Linhu, a wolf cub who was originally abandoned, but rose in a difficult situation and became one of the new powerful tribes of Donghu, and even became the main threat to the power of Donghu for a time.

King Linhu has always been a thorn in his father's eye, no matter what, King Donghu will not let King Linhu take over the position of regent who assists the crown prince, so Linhu will definitely be buried in Yandi.

Even if King Lin Hu survived, his father would never let him go.

He was sent here in order to make friends with Bai Di in advance, so that he could take over Lin Hubu, and Murong Yi only understood his father's good intentions at this time.

Unconsciously, Murong Qian had already regarded Lin Hubu as his bag.

Including Qiu He.

...........

Qiu He, who vomited softly, lay on the wooden tower, and the ink wolf carefully wiped his face.

"I almost drank yes to death!" Qiu He let out a soft angry shout weakly.

"You just have to drink and pretend to be drunk, why do you drink like this? And the wine is too much to lose. The Zhu family frowned and said.

"Do you think I want to, that Murong is very shrewd, if he doesn't really drink, how can he completely let down his guard." Qiu He snorted and said, "He didn't have much to do, but even if his body was shaking, his mouth didn't loosen at all, but I should have figured out his identity." ”

"Missed the conversation?" The Zhu family raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's not true, I saw yesterday's tribute in his room, as well as the 'wat knife' that only the Donghu royal family can hold, this kind of knife is used to distinguish the identity of the Donghu royal family, and King Linhu also has one." Qiu He continued to hum.

"It's good to be able to confirm this, let's rest early, I'll be busy tomorrow." The Zhu family helped him pull up the quilt and chuckled, "From tomorrow onwards, we will be the two major factions fighting for power in the Lin Hu Ministry." ”

"The rest of the fish have been hooked?" Qiu He's red eyes opened suddenly.

"Your plan is very thorough, except for the Zhou Clan, most of the families in Qiancheng are very interested in the scythe." The Zhu family chuckled.

"The Sang clan must also be interested, but it won't appear in the open." Qiu He pouted, "Mulberry will hand it over to me." ”

"Are you sure that this Donghu prince will be willing to attack the Sang clan for you?" The Zhu family asked with interest.

"That's weird." Qiu He rolled his eyes, "Murong Qian is more cautious than a lone wolf, but as long as the stakes are clearly explained, then he will be easily instigated, and he urgently needs a doorman like me by his side." ”

"A talent like you, even if it is put in the Central Plains, it is still a hot item, go to sleep." The Zhu family chuckled and left the room.

Qiu He couldn't withstand the weight of his eyelids and the fatigue of his body, and fell asleep deeply.

This sleep was the most comfortable sleep Qiu He, if it wasn't for being woken up by Zhou Kuan's angry voice, Qiu He felt that he could at least sleep until the moonrise.

"Lord Wuzhu, what's going on?" Qiu He opened the door with a waxy face and looked at Zhou Kuan, who had a gloomy face outside the door.

"He Lang..."Zhou Hong'er looked ugly and was just about to speak, but was reprimanded by Zhou Kuan.

"Okay, Hong'er, you go down first and prepare some food for Qiu He." Zhou Kuan said with a cold face.

After Zhou Hong'er left, she said coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

"What did Lord Wu Zhu say?" Qiu He's face was full of doubts.

Seeing that Qiu He's confused expression was not like pretending, Zhou Kuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Why is the sickle of the Lin Hu Department supplied to other families?" ”

"What do you mean?" Qiu He was still confused.

"Lin Hu is no longer in charge of you?" Zhou Kuan was slightly startled.

After seeing the obvious stunned and embarrassed on Qiu He's face, his brows tightened.

Qiu He scratched his head with a smile, poured a cup of tea, and relieved his burning throat and stomach, "It's not a secret, although the Qiu clan is still in charge of the Lin Hu Department, but the matter of the sickle really can't be interfered with." ”

"Why?" Zhou Kuan frowned and asked.

"You also know the importance of the art of smelting iron." Qiu He sighed, "How could King Lin Hu give such an important thing to the Qiu clan? The Zhu family is the commander appointed by King Lin Hu to be in charge of smelting. ”

"He's the heir? Why am I unheard of? Zhou Kuan was slightly startled, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

"I heard that the Zhu family is the son of King Lin Hu." Qiu He lowered his voice and said in a sly manner, "I was born with a Central Plains woman." ”

Zhou Kuan was startled again, his eyes widened, "Really, fake?" Doesn't it mean that King Lin Hu was born childless, because he was cursed by the gods, and all his children died? ”

"Huh." Qiu He kept silent.

Zhou Kuan came back to his senses, smiled dryly and waved his hand, and then said coldly, "Gaffe, why did the Zhu family sell the sickle to other families?" Is this humiliating my Zhou? ”

"I don't know much about that." Qiu He scratched his messy hair, "I drank too late with that prince and the commander of the Praetorian Guard yesterday, I don't know what happened." ”

"The Zhu family left with people early in the morning, and then in the afternoon, they dragged a few wagons of things and traded with people outside the city, exchanging a sickle for twenty slaves!" Zhou Kuan said hatefully.

Qiu He smacked his lips and was about to say something.

"It's a ruined act! Tyrannical Creatures! Zhou Kuan said very indignantly, "With such treasures as sickles, in exchange for those useless waste slaves, you people in the Lin Hu Department have no brains except you?" ”

Qiu He blinked, his mind moved, and he smiled bitterly, "Although the Zhu family is dull, they still have a bit of brains, in fact, his move is to squeeze the Qiu family's status in the Lin Hu Clan." ”

Zhou Kuan raised his eyebrows slightly and did not answer.

"The Zhu family now has the art of smelting, and it requires a large number of slave labor, you seem to have lost money by exchanging one sickle for twenty slaves, but in fact, twenty slaves can make at least three sickles a day." Qiu He smiled bitterly.

"Shhh Zhou Kuan gasped and stared wide-eyed, "What you said is true?" ”

"Of course, although I don't have the technology, the warehouse in and out is still in my hands, and the output is naturally known." Qiu He pretended to be sad and said, "When exchanged for a large number of slaves, not only the output of sickles, but also the output of other iron tools has also gone up, when the time comes, the status of the Qiu clan in the Lin Hu Department will be lower and lower, with high-quality iron tools, King Lin Hu will have great ambitions, and the Qiu family can no longer be used except for helping the king manage the warehouse and cultivate, unlike the Zhu family, who can lead the army to fight in all directions." ”

Qiu He seemed to be sad and self-pitying, but in Zhou Kuan's ears, he understood it differently.

Zhou Kuan's face became more and more pale, the more he worked hard, the more iron tools, the more iron tools, the more slaves and even the population food that could be exchanged, and when the exchange for more population food, the tribe would be stable and strong.

In addition to high-quality iron equipment, with the warlike character of King Linhu.....