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Chapter Forty-Three: The Legend of Undefeated - You Can't Lose to Solitude

The vast territory of the Western Regions and the frequent wars have naturally created a variety of races in the Western Regions.

Whether it is the Turks, the Uighurs, the Persians, these foreign races, or the Wusun, Qiuzi, Yanqi, Ruoqiang, Loulan, Jimo, and Xiaowan belonging to the 36 countries of the Western Regions...... These innumerable small races have spurred the flowers of war in the Western Regions.

One more kind of people means one more faith, one more belief will lead to one more opinion, and if there are more opinions, there will naturally be arguments, and the short-tempered people of the Western Regions will often naturally turn arguments into wars.

Tie Xinyuan seriously believes that this land is actually because of the lack of such an inclusive race as the Song people, so there will be constant wars all year round.

The Song people have a trait.

This trait is glorified as reformism.

As long as it is beneficial to themselves, the Song people can use it, whether it is utensils, or words, names, clothing, hairstyles, food, wine, they will not refuse to come.

This also includes solemn Buddhism, which I am afraid even the Buddha could not have imagined, after Buddhism took root in China, it became different from before...... (I really don't dare to say more on this issue)

This habit originated from King Wuling of Zhao during the Warring States Period, and after Hu Fu showed his great strength in cavalry and shooting, no one made irresponsible remarks about the doctrine of taking it anymore.

Tie Xinyuan doesn't care if there are a few more people from any country under his subordinates, as long as he blesses these people with the relaxed Song culture, in a few years, they will be called Song people.

The ancestors said that as long as you speak the language of China, you must observe the etiquette of China. Then, this person must be a Chinese person.

This definition is very broad, which makes Tie Xinyuan's heart not have the slightest burden to naturalize these slaves.

In fact, in a small valley, there are too many ethnic groups, but there is no ethnic division, and ethnic integration is the most convenient at this time. It's also the easiest.

Tie Xinyuan represents the least number of races, but they are the strongest, the most rich, and the most well-fed, so this group of people has to change their habits and learn how to become a qualified Song person with the most powerful Tie Xinyuan.

The breakthrough point he chose was very characteristic of the Song people, and he had made a lot of chopsticks and wooden bowls these days.

As long as it is a person who lives in Qingxiang Valley. As a nobleman among the Song people, he couldn't see that his slaves always poked out their black claws and grabbed the food and sent it directly to their mouths, no matter which hand.

Whoever doesn't put food in his mouth with two small sticks doesn't have to eat anymore.

Therefore, when eating in Qingxiang Valley, Tie Xinyuan was full of a sense of accomplishment, seeing the little black child skillfully stuffing noodles into his mouth with chopsticks. He would be satisfied with adding a little more food to the child's bowl.

This small reward made all the children in Qingxiang Valley scramble to eat with chopsticks. And more and more skilled.

Tie Xinyuan planned to imprint this habit deeply in their bone marrow, until one day they found that they could not eat without chopsticks.

Tieyi They have a pair of flexible hands, so they are extremely proficient in using chopsticks to eat for only two days, and they can skillfully pick up the fried peas with chopsticks and serve the wine.

Quack is miserable. His hands were clumsy, and he couldn't put a large bowl of rich and varied food in his mouth, which made him extremely miserable.

Don't dare to grab it, as long as you grab it, Tie Xinyuan's whip will be pulled down without hesitation......

The earlier slaves could no longer be called slaves. No slave can go out hunting with a bow and arrow, run out to rob, and no slave can go into his house at night to talk to his wife.

Gathering together for dinner every day has tied this group of people firmly to a chariot.

The life of the newly captured wandering warriors is miserable, for these people, Tie Xinyuan does not want, no one can train a group of oily skins into real clansmen, this is simply a group of white-eyed wolves that cannot be raised.

The valley is in ruins, and manpower is needed everywhere, so this group of wandering warriors can only work hard under the supervision of the old man of Qingxiang Valley.

The emergence of horse-drawn ploughs has made farming simple and easy, and in the huge Qingxiang Valley, as long as it is a place where wheat can be grown, the iron core source is not wasted at all, the humus here is too fertile, and in terms of quality, the so-called high-quality fertile fields in Qiaozhuang are simply a joke.

In the Gobi Desert, food is the weapon that controls the fate of the race.

The old patriarch of Qingxiang Valley, who was thrown to death, just barely managed to keep the people in the valley from starving to death, so he entrenched himself in the valley for more than twenty years.

Every winter, it is a great disaster for the tribes in the Gobi, because of the lack of food, they will drive the surplus people out of the tribe and let them wander in the Gobi, or die of wolf's kiss, or die of hunger and cold.

Gaga, and his father were the ones who had been driven out by the tribe.

Quack's father didn't survive even a winter.

Quack never said anything about his father's death, and as soon as he mentioned it, Quack's eyes became exactly the same as that of a wolf.

Tie Xinyuan didn't dare to delve into it, he was very worried that once Gagaku told the reason, he would feel uneasy.

As long as there is a bumper harvest of grain this season, Tiexinyuan is sure that the number of people in Qingxiang Valley will expand to about 10,000 people before winter comes.

Only when the number of people is large enough can they expand the soil on the Hami Plain.

Relying on the Hami River, coupled with the fertile soil brought by the black storm in winter, Tie Xinyuan has hope to establish a kingdom of his own before the Khitans come to harvest Hami again.

Once you have established yourself here, you will be able to bring your mother and your siblings here, and you will be able to truly take control of your own destiny.

Although Hengshan is good, it is located between the Great Song Dynasty and the Western Xia, and it is impossible to develop it no matter what, and becoming a simple hiding place is already its limit.

Every morning, Tie Xinyuan would sit on a chair with a book in his hand, reading in the cold morning sun.

Everyone who passed by him would bend down deeply, and then they would do what they had done as they had been arranged last night.

Tie Xinyuan is benevolent in their hearts, selfless, and even wiser, especially the scroll in his hand, which makes these people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Whether it is a horse-drawn plough or a new order of life, it has given this group of people a subversive cognition, who would have thought that after breaking the steel knife, it can be used to break through the hard ground with a little polishing.

It must be a miracle that two horses alone can reclaim land in a day that the whole clan can't reclaim in a year!

Only a wise man can have such a knack for turning stones into gold.

Respecting the wise is a long-standing tradition of the people of the Western Regions.

In the absence of Mahim's group, Tie Xinyuan took the opportunity to let Tie Yi and them pick up a lot of agate from Agate Beach and store it.

In the Gobi, there is always wind in spring, and once it is hot in summer, under the steaming heat, even wearing a toner mask can not stand it, let alone those who find a handkerchief and rush in.

Once inside, there is no life.

After all, spring has arrived, except for a grassland at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, which is still dry and yellow, the land under the sun is already full of vitality.

The dandelion blooms early with yellow buds, and the stars bloom at the foot of the mountain, and there are no bees and butterflies, which is somewhat lonely.

Women and children go all over the mountains digging for fresh dandelions, which are not only medicinal herbs, but also the best vegetables.

After eating dried vegetables and dried meat for a winter, Tie Xinyuan began to eat green plants like crazy.

As long as it was an edible plant, he didn't let go of any of them.

In order to make these green vegetables taste more delicious, he even did not hesitate to use precious grains to make vinegar and the best beans to dry soy sauce, although he knew that the chances of success were slim, he still stubbornly did so, and changing the taste of these so-called slaves was changing their habits.

When they were no longer accustomed to eating boiled meat, they began to think about teaching them to speak the Great Song dialect.

However, even if God blesses it, the process is too long, and it will not be possible until at least after autumn, so most of the time, he will just boil the green vegetables and eat them.

Fried green vegetables are rarely eaten, mainly because the fat is too rare, Tie Xinyuan fried it with mutton fat once, and after eating a bite, he thought of death......

Not only did he eat green vegetables by himself, but he also forced Tie Yi and them to eat with him, although Tie Yi and them had gone through a winter of food supplements, and their bodies obviously looked much stronger, and they did not further develop into the image of an old lady.

As a military general, no matter how you look at the lack of beard, it seems to be a lack of deterrence.

Tie Xinyuan's lips have a layer of soft fluff that is slightly blackened, and his voice seems to have become an adult voice......

Many times, Tie Xinyuan would look to the south, where there were many people he cared about.

He even caught a swallow flying from the south, held it in his hand and talked nonsense all night.

At dawn, the swallow died, and Tie Xinyuan sadly buried it on a sunny slope, as if he was burying his relatives.

When Meng Yuanzhi was still there, Tie Xinyuan had more or less someone to talk to, and at the same time served as Meng Yuanzhi's confiding target, the two of them hugged together to keep warm, and the devil of loneliness became less terrifying.

Many times Tie Xinyuan looks down on Meng Yuanzhi, of course, Meng Yuanzhi also looks down on Tie Xinzhi many times, if there are still targets to choose from, these two will not be friends anyway.

Without a choice, the relationship quickly surpassed the level of friends and reached a relationship similar to that of relatives.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2