Chapter 130 Closing the Country

After a historic meeting and a lively exchange of ways to deal with his father-in-law and seize each other's rights, the two father-in-law's sworn enemies left Bosten satisfied. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the eyes of the Song envoys, the Hami Kingdom had completed a great Liwei activity, repaired the ancient trade route from the Great Song Dynasty to the West, and reduced the danger of fire in its own backyard to a new level.

The Great Song people also saw the true strength of the Hami Kingdom from this alliance, and confirmed that the Hami Kingdom still had a non-negligible influence in the ancient Beiting Protectorate, and had undoubted rule over the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains.

At least in Fu Bi's view, if the Great Song Dynasty wanted to regain the lost land from the Tanguts and Khitans, it was inseparable from the natural ally of Hami.

The Seljuks also saw the strength of the Hami kingdom, which was ostensibly harmless, but in reality, they hid their minions, crawling like poisonous snakes in the night, taking a sudden bite while others were asleep.

The death of the Eagle Emir made the Seljuks understand that if they want to conquer Qarakhanid or Hami, they need to have more and more powerful troops, especially after Adan has shown his vigilance against the Seljuks, and the difficulty of developing eastward has been increased indefinitely.

As for those small tribes, they have no power to make changes to their status quo, and the only thing they can hope for is that the Hami and Qarakhanid kingdoms can maintain peace forever, which is their greatest blessing, and no one wants to stay between two unstable boulders......

Zhao Wan's clothes are very beautiful, Aisha's jewelry is unparalleled, Rahman's archery skills are unparalleled in the world, and Rabbi's wrestling skills are unmatched.

Whether it is the Hami people's precise craftsmanship ability or the ability to make close overall arrangements, they have left a deep impression on the people of the Western Regions and even all the envoys.

The diversity of weapons and armor styles of the Qarakhanid army show that this is a remnant of the tiger and wolf army after the southern and northern wars.

Such a scene can only occur if there are enough wars and enough wars that are tragic enough.

The people around the high platform left one by one, and the merchants who took the opportunity to do business also reluctantly left Bosten Lake.

According to the terms of the covenant, after ten days, there will be no more people here, leaving only an empty altar and a huge iron dome to show the world that this place still belongs to the powerful kingdom of Hami.

The water used gunpowder to trim the breach of the Tarim River, making it wider, and even on flooding days, there was no longer any water flowing into Bosten Lake, which made it more difficult for the Tarim River to divert its flow again.

Zhao Wan very much hoped to make this marriage for her youngest son, but did not reach any agreement in this alliance.

The day after the meeting, she met Arya, who was as beautiful as an angel. Seeing the little girl's light blue eyes, she knew that this child would be a stunning beauty in the future.

Tie Xinyuan couldn't stand his wife's nagging, so he reluctantly dropped the book and said: "Our family is notorious, who is willing to marry his daughter to our family." ”

"Notoriety? What notoriety, how I don't know! ”

"The notoriety of using sons to marry and take away the inheritance of others."

"Anyway, their children will be waste in the future, so it's better to cheapen my son and end up with a good death in the future."

As long as a woman talks about her son, there is basically no reason to speak of it, anyway, in the whole world, except for her own son, other people's children are all waste, especially Zhao Wan, especially Zhao Wan.

Tie Xinyuan squinted his eyes and wanted to find a little shadow of the past from Zhao Wan, and finally shook his head helplessly, since this woman had her first child, she had become another state, this state is called mother.

Mothers are very aggressive when it comes to protecting their young, and there is no difference between what kind of mother, from wild beasts to sheep to humans.

In particular, humans have a longer infancy than most animals, which leads to the fact that the state of human mothers will remain for a long time.

When Tie Xinyuan returned to Qingxiang City, he received a letter of state, a letter of state from a king called Zhupu Kingdom.

Their king's name is - Daru Buhua.

Tie Xinyuan thought about it in his mind for a long time and didn't remember who this Daru Buhua was, until he saw the name of the crown prince in the national letter - Hurunur.

It turned out to be a cloud of this guy, and in a short period of time, he gathered more than 20,000 horse thieves and established a country in the palace of the Great King of Zhupu, which was abandoned by the Hami people.

Tie Xinyuan glanced at the meaty-faced messenger, and then asked the guards to drag him down and behead him.

This is in line with the laws of the Hami Kingdom, and the "Hami Law" formulated by Huo Xian and others clearly stipulates that anyone who finds a horse thief has the right to be killed on the spot no matter where he finds it.

If you find it by the river, you will drown in the river, if you find it under a big tree, you will hang it on a tree, if you find it on the Gobi, you will be stoned to death, if you find it in the desert, you will be buried alive in the desert, and if you find it in the city of fragrance, you will naturally be beheaded.

The Hami country has long passed the stage of relying on robbery to maintain the country, since it is a normal country, naturally there is no forgiveness for horse thieves, even a fool knows that in the Western Regions, horse thieves are the mortal enemies of a normal country.

No one knows better than Iron Heart Source, who was born as a horse thief, how destructive a horse thief can be to business.

In the end, a cloud has become a king, or has a country been established on the land of the Khitans, I don't know what Yelu Hongji thinks, anyway, Tie Xinyuan thinks that this country may be about to perish.

Hami is about to close off the country, so he is not very interested in things on the other side of the desert, and when Hami starts to open the country, fleas like Zhupu will disappear automatically.

It took a long time to leave Qingxiang City, the autumn harvest has begun, and the big and small bureaucrats in Qingxiang City have already devoted themselves to the ranks of the autumn harvest.

The population of Qingxiang City seems to have decreased a lot, and there are only a few idlers shopping on the streets that used to be shoulder to shoulder.

For an agricultural country like Hami, the autumn harvest is now the most important day, and the nobles and merchants in the city also need to go into their fields to participate in the autumn harvest, even if they can earn more money in other areas.

The autumn harvest is the first national culture of Hami, and Tie Xinyuan is ready to spread this culture forever, as long as it is implemented for a few decades, it will eventually become a habit, and no one will ask why it is anymore.

The royal family also has its own wheat field, and it also needs the king to harvest it himself, so in order to pave the way for the custom of autumn harvest, Tie Xinyuan reluctantly formulated the system of the king ploughing this system.

The royal farmland is in Qingxiang City, just to the left of the river, with more than 600 acres of land.

There are 300 acres of wheat, 100 acres of barley, 100 acres of miscellaneous grains, and 100 acres of flax.

The barley, miscellaneous grains, and flax are not yet ready to be harvested, and now the wheat is yellowed and ready to be harvested.

Hami Si Tianjian thought that tomorrow would be a good day, and he didn't know how Si Tianjian's supervisor Liu Qi was sure, so he thought that tomorrow would be a good day.

Tie Xinyuan seriously doubted that he counted the days according to the ripeness of the wheat.

The palace, which had always been solemn, immediately turned into a large courtyard of peasant houses, and countless guards, eunuchs, and palace maids were busy sharpening their sickles, and for a whole day, the palace was filled with the sound of grinding knives.

Before dawn, Tie Xinyuan was woken up by Zhao Wan and Wei Chi Zhuozhuo, it was dark outside the window, but standing in the candlelight were two peasant women with green cloth handkerchiefs.

The wide sleeves are hung up by gold hooks, revealing snow-white wrists, and a green cloth skirt is cut just right, with crisp breasts, plump hips, and thin waists all outlined by tight skirts, which makes people want to get angry at a glance.

Where they went to harvest wheat, purely to show their beautiful figures.

After washing his face with cold water, Tie Xinyuan couldn't help but smile, the wheat field is a battlefield for farmers, and it is indeed a stage for them to put on a show.

Wang Rouhua naturally wants to participate in the harvest, and her dress is very appropriate, just a pure peasant woman.

The iron girl was carrying a huge basket in her hand, and the iron fox was lying in the basket, seeing that Tie Xinyuan didn't even have the strength to call, she could only stretch out her tongue and lick Tie Xinyuan's fingers.

After breakfast had been eaten together by the two hundred and eighty-four men of the royal palace, they went straight to the wheat field, just in time for the sun to rise and the dew to dissipate.

Tie Xinyuan's body was tied with strips of cloth, and after drawing a big flower face and dancing the autumn harvest dance with Liu Qi, who was dressed as a god stick, the royal ploughing began.

As early as when the Great Song Dynasty Guozi was in school, he was escorted to cut wheat and learn to dance the autumn harvest dance.

Yu Chiwen sharpened the sickle very quickly, and Tie Xinyuan's skills were also flexible, he had no intention of being lazy, and bent down to cut the wheat hard.

Mai Manzha stung in pain on his sweaty arm, Tie Xinyuan held Mai with one hand and pulled the sickle with the other, even if the sweat fell to the ground, he was unwilling to stop.

There were many idlers on the other side of the river who peeked at the king cutting wheat, Tie Xinyuan stood up with difficulty, beat his waist and looked at the spectators on the other side of the river, waved his hand, and after attracting an exclamation, he continued to sweat like rain.

This year's wheat is growing very well, standing waist-deep in the wheat waves, Tie Xinyuan seems to have forgotten the hard work and is very satisfied.

A bear child stumbled over and lifted a bottle full of sour plum soup aloft in the air.

Tie Xinyuan squatted down and hugged his son, laughed and rubbed his sweaty head and his son's wet little head a few times, provoked Tie Xi to shout, then let go, pulled out the cork, and drank the cold sour plum soup in the bottle in one go.

watched his son run away, watched his mother teach the iron girl to cut the wheat, looked at Wei Chi Zhuozhuo who followed him to pick up the ears of wheat, and watched Zhao Wan sit on the pile of wheat like a real peasant woman to breastfeed her younger son.

Tie Xinyuan laughed, he had never felt that he was living a very real life like he did today, and for the first time, he really felt that he was the master of this land.