"Holy Lord, Chen Envoy Jun asks to see." At this time, there was an attendant outside the door to report.

"Your Majesty, if someone asks to see Your Majesty, then I will go to the back house first." Although he is still responsible for the leadership of the internal guard, Zhuge Guomin's government affairs are basically not involved, and he doesn't want to have too much contact, so as not to put too much pressure on the queen.

As soon as he heard that Chen Shou, a former Hanlin scholar, was asking to see him outside, he got up and retired.

Yang Yi said: "Your responsibility is to go out for a walk, but remember to bring internal guards, although the situation in most of Jingzhou has stabilized, you should be cautious." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhuge Guo looked back and said with a smile, turned his head again, and walked out.

Yang Yi waited for her to go out of the door and ordered the internal guard to bring Chen Shou to the study.

After a while, the dusty Chen Shou walked in from outside.

"Chen Qing, how do you feel when you go out on this trip?" After taking a seat next to him, Yang Yi asked.

Chen Shou took the cup on the servant, put it aside, and said to Yang Yi first: "There are many victims, fortunately, Your Majesty has decided to open a warehouse to release grain, and ask all major households in the state and county to contribute grain and efforts to build porridge sheds, otherwise in just a few days, many people will starve to death; But even if this is the case, it will only last for half a month and a month, and if the people cannot be self-sufficient and quickly resume production, I am afraid that there will be little food left in the official warehouse. ”

"Chen Qing, looking for you to come back, just to discuss this matter." Yang Yi patted the account books placed in front of him: "These are the accounts of previous years, after reading them, I know how much fertile land has been wasted in Jingzhou in the past few years, and it is impossible to go on like this. Taking advantage of the fact that it is not too late, I decided to organize reclamation and supplementary cultivation in Jingzhou, which is considered a season between spring and summer, and when it is over, I can still catch up with the planting of winter wheat, mobilize tuntian households from Yizhou, and divide the fields for cultivation. ”

"Please tell me what you need your majesty to do." Chen Shou immediately got up from his seat and said respectfully.

Yang Yidao: "This should be the matter of the household department and the local officials, but this is a major matter, you continue to supervise the progress of this matter, Luo Qing's Jingzhou assassination history will be temporarily given to you, if there is anything, you just have to report it to me." ”

When Chen Shou heard this, he took over the task without objection.

A few days later, a notice was posted in villages and towns in all counties of Jingzhou Prefecture.

In the counties of Jingzhou, the laborers were provided with food and food every day, and there was a meal of meat every two days, which was much stronger than the food in the soup kitchen, so as to recruit people to reclaim the fields of the officials.

Private land, on the other hand, assists the landlord in cultivating the land by borrowing tools, cattle and horses on credit, and if the terra nullius is cultivated, it will belong to him.

Many measures have mobilized the entire Jingzhou.

On this day, the weather was refreshing, and Yang Yi took a carriage, escorted by his attendants, and walked out of the city temporarily.

Outside Gangneung Fortress, there is also a large area of fertile land that has been nationalized.

It was previously owned by the Sun royal family, and after Yang Yi took over, it was used as official land, and all the grain planted was filled into the official warehouse.

When the attendant reminded him that he had arrived at the field, the carriage stopped, and Yang Yi got out of the carriage and looked to the right.

Large tracts of reclaimed farmland look empty, and the same is true on the left.

Looking at the mountains in the distance again, Yang Yi had the idea of climbing the mountain to take a look, and immediately ordered to go up the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, the ancient trees are shady, Yang Yi is condescending, looking down on the mountain is not high, but it is more than enough to watch the land of a hundred miles.

couldn't help sighing: "What a country." ”

……

"The Han Emperor is the lord of the earth, under the light of the noble Han Emperor, our people will be far away from disasters and get a new life, and if we do not listen to the orders of the Han Emperor, it will inevitably lead to the recurrence of disasters, and our people will suffer a catastrophe of annihilation......"

Xianbei Murong Ministry, no, maybe it should be called the Zhenghei Banner now, in this most powerful tribe in the Eight Banners of the Grassland today, at this time, the original tribal elder Mo Huba, dressed in a long gorgeous robe, stood on a high platform made of wood and stone, his hands raised above his head, and his face pious expression praised the glory of the Han Emperor and preached the prestige of the Han Emperor.

The dark-faced Mo Huba, although he is over sixty years old, is strong, he can usually eat a few large bowls of rice, and he also eats and lives with the same clan on weekdays, he is the first generation patriarch of the Murong Clan, and now the position of the patriarch has been passed on to his son, but since he became the temporary banner master, the situation has been a little different.

In his words, the Han Emperor gave him a noble status, expensive food and gorgeous clothes, and on weekdays, he had to make himself look like a banner owner.

In other words, he has been influenced by the Han civilization for a long time, and thinks that it is an opportunity to reform the tribe, as long as there is a chance, he can become the king of the grassland in the future, he still thinks that it is impossible for the Han people to rule here for a long time, and if the Murong Department can unify Xianbei, there will naturally be a chance to go further in the future.

For Mo Huba, who serves the gods and can see ghosts and gods, the concept of time is different from that of ordinary people.

Therefore, he will give the rights to his son, and he will also take back the rights, although he is in his sixties, he is confident that he can live for another few decades.

"Take this banner and destroy for me as many barbarians as the men of your banner, and give you the land of promise." Guan Yi to the north, on the day of the Shangjun border, this is what was requested.

Thinking of this, Mo Huba, who was on the high platform, said to the clansmen below with fiery eyes: "The Emperor of Han has given us the name of the Zhenghei Flag, and from now on, we are not barbarians, but the orthodox bloodline blessed by the gods!"

And those barbarians, who defile their bloodlines, really deserve to be killed! The kindness of the Han Emperor is like the blue sky, because my people suffer here, so give my tribesmen weapons and salt supplies! ”

“…… If you kill two barbarians, you can give one house and one field in the plain, and if you kill five barbarians, you will give you a house in the city, and if you kill ten barbarians, you will get the permission of the general, and you will give the flag and the surname ......"

Speaking of this, Mo Huba paused slightly, and the tribesmen below had already whispered.

"Excuse me, Great Elder, why do we want to help the Aliens to slaughter our own people? Xianbei warriors, when did they become so cowardly and need outsiders to point fingers? ”

After Mo Hubao heard this voice, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, and when he looked at the voice, a big man came out and said accusatory.

This person, Mo Huba naturally knows, Helian Rong, is the son of the former great elder of the tribe, has his own small force, and has always been not very good at dealing with himself, but Mo Huba has always ignored it in order to show tolerance and generosity in front of the tribesmen.

Unexpectedly, this guy jumped out again today.

"Helian Rong, the Han Emperor is a person blessed by the gods, a noble messenger of the gods, on the earth, has the right to dominate, and to be an enemy of him is to betray the gods, could it be that Helian Rong You want to stand up for a few barbarians and be a traitor to the black flag?" This was said extremely seriously, and Helian Rong, who was still arrogant, suddenly turned pale when he heard this.

"Of course I won't betray the gods......"

But he really couldn't find a reason to refute Mo Huba, Mo Huba was a priest who could explain the divine will, and he had also seen the heavenly fire that day.

In desperation, Helian Rong had no choice but to retreat indignantly to the crowd. Jiujiu Library

"Only those who enter the flag are the orthodox bloodlines of the gods, not to be compared with the barbarians, these inferior bloodlines will only tarnish the prestige of the gods, and the gods will also be ashamed of this, so the tribal warriors! Ready to go! Use their blood to appease the wrath of the gods! Use their blood to celebrate the illumination of the Celestial Light! ”

"God bless! God bless! The young people of the tribe below all raised their arms in blood and praised the name of the god loudly!

After a while, Mo Hufang raised his hand and motioned for everyone to stop.

It wasn't until he was quiet again that Mo Hubao said: "The Han Emperor hopes that our department can hunt down as many barbarians as the men of my department, if I can't do it, I will fall into the prestige of the gods and warriors, you say, can such a thing make it happen?!" ”

"Can't! No! ”

"Moreover, hunting the barbarians can not only wash away the shame caused by their inferior bloodline, but also obtain the reward of the Han Emperor, which is a symbol of the courage of the warriors! Splendid garments, noble utensils, beautiful women, houses of the plains, and plenty of sheep, and cattle and cattle will be rewarded! Tell me out loud, are you willing to fight for these?! ”

"Go to battle! Go to battle! ”

"Kill the barbarians! Kill the barbarians! ”

"Use their blood to wash away the shame!"

In such a bloody atmosphere, Zhenghei Banner dispatched the elite of 5,000 people and headed towards a barbarian gathering place less than a hundred miles away from the tribe.

The so-called barbarians are actually nothing more than a reason made up by Mo Huba, and a low bloodline can reduce other tribes to the position of slaves.

In his opinion, those who are not included in the banner are barbarians.

If you don't be recognized by the gods, it's not your own people!

Even if there is the so-called Eight Banners, it is just a trick for the Han people to differentiate, as long as the Zhenghei Banner keeps talking about other departments, it can naturally be the first in the position, and after the Han people are weak, it is the beginning of the king!

The Celestial Gods are originally tribes, and at this time they have not yet formed a unified consciousness, and there are often wars between tribes, and non-tribe members can be treated extremely cruelly, so there is no resistance to the slaughter of the rest of the tribes.

On the contrary, the various rewards explained to them by Mo Hubao had already made their blood boil, and they were eager to hunt down the enemy's head immediately in exchange for cattle and sheep houses!

The territoriality between different tribes is very strong, and members of different tribes, if they step into the territory of another tribe without specific diplomacy or trade, they will be attacked by the other tribe.

This is the same as the beast instinct, except for women, of course, even if women step into the territory of other tribes, it is very likely that they will be taken by men of other tribes without care.

On weekdays, there are constant battles between different tribes for prey, territory, women and other things.

Therefore, for the other tribes within a radius of a hundred miles from the Zhenghei Flag tribe, Mo Hubao can be said to know everything about it.

In order to go out of the mountains and trade, the tribal warriors all rode horses through horse teams, but the previous losses were too great, and the tribe could not provide enough horses to equip more warriors.

Moreover, more than 5,000 people rode horses, which would not alarm the other party, and their own tribe was only sixty or seventy miles away from the other party, which also counted the calculation of taking the main road, and if they took the small road and the mountain road, the distance could be shortened.

The people with the black flag, who carried dry food and water, had had several long hunting trips, so it was not a problem to go long distances.

So more than 1,000 people traveled for less than two days, and finally came to the territory of the target tribe.

"Warriors, they have arrived in the territory of the barbarians, and the warriors who are in the vanguard will fight according to the plan discussed before, and remember that everyone else will be killed except for women and children! When the battle is over, go and cut off their heads and count the loot! Did you hear it all? Mo Hubao said in a low voice.

For the request to kill adult men, in fact, Mo Hubao has some opinions, if it can be co-opted, it will be easier to increase the actual strength, but it doesn't matter, this large area, only the people of the Tianshen clan can survive, the Han people can't enter at all, kill them all, and the next generation will soon be able to spread out and occupy the places suitable for survival.

A few generations later, all of them will be from their Xianbei tribe!

"Great Elder, I heard you clearly!" The people around him also whispered.

"Remember to call me the Banner Master in the future!" Mo Hubao reminded with some dissatisfaction.

“…… Be. Glancing at the rough clansmen beside him, Mo Hubao secretly thought, after the things explained are completed, this year's Shangfu is fully prepared, so I can tell these people how to respect the flag owner!

The battle began in half an hour.

The barbarians on the grassland, in terms of strength, are not much different, this target tribe is actually only slightly inferior to the Murong tribe, otherwise it is impossible to take root next to the Murong tribe.

It's just that they were caught off guard by the Murong Ministry, and with the defection of the Mountain Murong Ministry, Guan Yi also generously gave weapons and armor that could arm thousands of people, all of which were discarded after the change.

When Mo Hu and his men invaded their tribes' camps, the people of these tribes were still living leisurely, most of the men were cleaning up the tools of the hunt or doing farm work, and the women were playing with the children, preparing food, and washing clothes.

Most of these people had no weapons in their hands, so after the Murong tribe invaded the tribe, it was a one-sided situation.

The territory was full of shouts and killings, dozens of puffs of smoke rose from the tribe, flames rushed up, and cries were everywhere, and the battle was so smooth that even Mo Hubao was overjoyed.

"Banner Master, what should they do?" After the battle, some people pointed to the many women who were driven to one place not far away, and asked with some expectation.

Traditionally, the captive women should become new members of the tribe, and whoever captures them will belong to whomever they want, and such a large number of female captives is very powerful for the development of the tribe.

Mo Hubao was silent for a while, feeling that now was not the time to turn his face or deduct the ke: "The Han Emperor provided us with salt and weapons, so that we can achieve such a victory, and the captured women and children must all be dedicated to the Han Emperor." ”

When the others heard this, they all felt a little sorry for these lost loot.

"Select some of these women who are beautiful, young and healthy, and present them to the generals, and all the rest to the emperor." Mo Hubao immediately gave the order.

Subsequently, the surviving women were driven back to the location of the Murong tribe.

The spoils were all placed on the cattle and horses that had been driven out of the barns, and the fat sheep were driven back to their tribes by the warriors with whips.

The heads of the dead, cut off and collected, these will be proof of the hunting of barbarians, because the bun is different from the Han Chinese, and the men and women are also different, and it is easy to distinguish.

A fire, after they left, ignited at the location of this tribe.