Surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is no end to the yurt at a glance, and in the middle of all the yurts, there is a flock that stands out from the crowd, which is the most dazzling. The top is a luxurious local tyrant gold, and the surrounding cover is inlaid with moire, lotus flowers, and auspicious patterns, all embroidered with gold thread, inlaid with various colored jewels, and exhausted the effort.

When illuminated by the sun, it glows with brilliant colors that are even more dazzling than a rainbow. It is the head of the Inner Khalkha tribe of Mongolia who can be worthy of such a magnificent residence, Zhuolik Tuhun Batulu, who the Ming people call "fried flowers".

The fried flowers have passed the age of the sixtieth year, and it is an out-and-out longevity star on the grassland, and the years have left terrible marks on the body of this former hero, his arms and cheeks are covered with age spots, and his big withered hands are like rough old bark, and there must be four maids by his side, taking care of him all the time.

The old man had eaten lunch and was about to rest, when two men ran in.

Bo Yao'er and Huang Jiang'er are both sons of fried flowers.

"Father Khan, sons and daughters meet Father Khan!"

"Hehe, get up!" Fried Flower smiled and said, "Just now, the girl from Mandariva sent a few Western gadgets, there is a table clock, and there are any glasses, if you like it, go get a few." ”

When Bo Yao'er heard this, he immediately looked at his brother, and both of them showed heavy jealousy in their eyes.

Among the many sons of fried flowers, Bu Tachi was originally the worst and weakest one, and the coward never had the power to speak on the grassland. But Bu Tachi turned out to be lucky, and it was not him, but his begging daughter. actually hooked up with a big official of the Ming Dynasty.

In one year, just selling wool brought 300,000 taels of silver to the fried flower department. On average, each tribesman can get three taels of silver!

It was with this silver that the fried flower department avoided the doom of being annexed after the defeat of Quang Ninh, and it had the momentum of turning over the salted fish.

There are many scattered herdsmen on the grassland, and as long as they have money and food, it is not difficult to recruit troops and horses.

In fact, that's what Bu Tachi did. He went from being the weakest one to half of the strength of the Fried Flower Department in the blink of an eye. Become the recognized next Khan.

The originally strong Oba Daiqing, the villains have all become a passing cloud.

Next year, the amount of wool purchased by the Han people will increase several times, and the money will only be more when the time comes, and Bu Tachi's position will no longer be able to shake.

The ambitious Bo Yaoer would never sit idly by and watch this happen. He had to fight!

"Father Khan, you have been fighting for many years, and you should also take good care of your days, so that your sons and grandchildren can be filial to you."

"How?" Fried Flower rolled her old eyes and said with a smile: "You think it's time for me to abdicate, right?" ”

"No, no, no! How dare Erchen be so rebellious, Erchen hopes that you can live a long life! ”

Huang Jiangdu'er also hurriedly helped and said: "Father Khan, we want to build a city for you, so that you can live comfortably and without having to run around. This is a piece of filial piety for the sons, and please ask the father to know it! ”

Stir-fry the flowers. Suddenly, the old eyes were round, holding on to the handle, and he got up from his seat, and couldn't help but pace back and forth.

Don't look at him as the leader of a department, but he also has to endure the pain of running around to live in the water and grass. Since childhood, the most admired flower is Altan Khan. Although this is not the Great Khan of Mongolia, his reputation is far better than that of the average Great Khan.

Fought against the Ming Dynasty for decades. Frequently robbing the world of flowers, it is simply the idol of all Mongolians.

In his later years, Altan Khan used a large number of Han slaves and poured all his wealth into building the city of Bansheng, which was named naturalized by the Ming court, and became the survival of the Mongol tribes.

Fried flowers still remember the gathering of merchants in the city, the appearance of prosperity, the native products of the grassland, the goods of the Ming Dynasty, and even overseas products, all gathered in the city, which left a deep impression in the hearts of the young fried flowers.

When he was young, he was determined to build a city like Altan Khan. Not just for enjoyment, but also for the lucrative taxation that the city brings is simply unimaginable.

Of course, some things are just dreams, and it is not easy to build a city in the grassland.

The fried flowers walked around the ground twice, and suddenly his face sank.

"Hmph, you two little brutes, don't you think about building a city because you see that the wool has made money, and you can make a profit. I tell you, don't think about it! To build a city, you need not only silver, but also skilled craftsmen, bricks, tiles and wood, which are not something that the Mongol warriors can do. Back then, Altan Khan robbed the Han slaves, and had decades of accumulated wealth, what do we have now, and dare to say that the city was built, it was a dream! ”

was scolded by fried flowers, Bo Yao'er was neither angry nor defensive, but patiently listened to the old man's words, and then he smiled and said: "Father Khan, you are always worried, but my son thinks that this is not a difficult thing, money is easy to do, people are easy to do, and skilled craftsmen are also easy." ”

"Don't sell it, tell me clearly, what's going on?"

"Yes!" Bo Yao'er said with a smile: "Father Khan, the Karaqin Department and the Wuliang Ha Department have raised an army of 50,000 to attack the Ming Dynasty, as long as we cooperate a little, we can at least get 100,000 slaves and millions of wealth, and your old desire to build a city will come true!" ”

After hearing this, his brows furrowed, although his brain was slow, he also knew that looting was never so easy, let alone getting so many at once.

"What the hell are you two up to the point?" Fried flowers shouted angrily: "Have you forgotten last year's fiasco, the Ming army is not the same as before, don't look for trouble!" ”

"Father Khan, you can't look at guests with old eyes!" Bo Yao'er said unceremoniously: "The Ming army can win in Guangning, that is because they occupy the advantage of the city." But this time they were looking for their own death, and they actually released people on the steppe, without the cover of the city, and no amount of Han dogs was enough for the Mongol warriors to kill! Hundreds of thousands of people, countless wealth, fat meat will be on the lips, father Khan, I can't help but eat it! ”

As soon as she heard her son's narration, her face also showed a thoughtful look, and the robber's instinct was resurrected, and she asked after a while, "Is this really the case?" ”

"It's true, Father Khan, we and the Ming people took the Great Wall as a line, and now they have run to the grassland. We must not be polite, we must give them a slap in the face......"

The corners of Bo Yao'er's mouth foamed, and his hands danced. Don't mention the extra energy!

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a coquettish cry came, and he looked up suddenly, and there was a pretty girl standing at the door, who was glaring angrily.

"Grandpa, you can't be fooled, the Ming army is not easy to deal with, let alone robbing the Ming people outside the Great Wall. If we grudge against the Ming Dynasty, our trade routes will be completely cut off. I don't know how many people will be starved to death next year, you can't listen to these two bastards and make a big mistake! ”

was scolded by his niece, and Bo Yao'er's face turned red. He jumped up, pointed to Mandariva's nose and said, "Yellow-haired girl, where is there a place for you to speak!" Don't think that no one knows, you have long slept with the officials of the Ming Dynasty, and you have wild seeds! What are the rules of the ancestors, Mongolia and Han do not intermarry, since you have lost your body, then you are not worthy of being a Mongolian, get out. Get out and be a Han Chinese! ”

Mandariva was bruised by these words, and her whole body trembled.

"You, you ......"

"Who taught you the rules. Dare to point at the elders! Huang Jiangdu'er also said unceremoniously: "You go back to the tent now, adults talk, when will it be the turn of the yellow-haired girl to interject!" ”

Mandariva was so angry that she couldn't speak, tears didn't stop from the corners of her eyes, she stared at the fried flowers with squinted eyes, who knew that the old man didn't say a word.

"Good. Good, good! Waiting for my father to come back from Lin Dan Khan. I won't let you go! The subordinates dragged Mandariva away, and the fried flowers sighed.

"Uncle, you're not talking nonsense, are you?"

Bo Yao'er also felt that he was a little too much, he didn't care about Mandariwa, could he not be afraid of her father Bu Dachi, but since he said it, he couldn't take it back.

"Father Khan, that's not wrong at all, Mandariva secretly gave birth to a son a few months ago, and Bu Tachi hid it for her, which simply disgraced the face of our Mongolians!"

The old eyes of the fried flowers suddenly widened, and as soon as he reached out and pushed all the brand-new glassware on the table to the ground, he fell to pieces!

"Bu Tachi, Mandariva, your father and daughter want to cut off the clan and turn us into slaves of the Han people!"

The old man was angry, and Bo Yao'er was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Father Khan is wise, it is true, just take advantage of the actions of other tribes, let's work together to drive the Han people out of the grassland!" ”

Huang Jiangdu'er also hurriedly said: "Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, Father Khan, if you wait for Bu Tachi to come back, it's too late!" ”

"Hmm!" Fried Flower knew that this choice was a matter of life and death, and tens of thousands of people were all tied to his thoughts. After being silent for a long time, he slowly asked, "If you are evil to Mingren, will it affect the wool business?" ”

At the end of the day, no one can live without money.

"This, Father Khan, I heard that there are also wool collectors in Shanxi, in short, the Han people are greedy for money and profits, so it's a big deal to sell them to Shanxi!"

There is another way, fried flowers are finally relieved.

"Remember, don't rush to the front, see the direction of the wind clearly, and then attack!"

"The sons know!" Bo Yao'er finally showed a smug smile.

……

Zhang Ke walked on the dirt road, the ground was dark red, and the heavy smell of blood almost made people faint. The road was lined with newly built houses, but the owners were no longer there.

There are scratch marks in some corners, which are left by women's fingers, stains of blood, deep paw prints, telling of the incomparable pain of their lives!

When he was walking, Du Qing ran over with two people carrying a stretcher, looking like a cannibal.

Zhang Ke turned around and looked towards the stretcher, only to see a person lying on it, bleeding from his wrists and ankles, and his body was all red.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" A faint cry came from the man's mouth.

Zhang Ke hurriedly squatted down, and as soon as he saw the injury, he knew that he was hopeless.

Holding back his anger, he said, "Just say anything, I will do it!" ”

"Well, my lord, when the little one was in Fengji Fort, I believed in my lord! The small one went out of the Great Wall, became the head of the tuntian, and met the Tartars, the small one has 318 people in the whole village, and 276 men, except for the small ones, all of them died in battle, they didn't embarrass you, they didn't embarrass Daming! ”

The injured Lieutenant coughed excitedly, and dark red plasma flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Big, big ......"

Zhang Ke hugged his shoulder, "Don't worry, the Tartars will kill one of you, and I will kill ten Tartars to commemorate you!" ”

The chief finally showed a smile on his face, Xiaoshan, the second girl, the villagers...... Wait, your lordship will avenge us! (To be continued)

ps: Mongolian history is too messy, small catechesis should be reasonable, try to make fewer mistakes...... R580