The big financier, who is responsible for paying every time he eats, drinks and has fun, is so sad that of course the others can't sit still. They all gathered around to ask for warmth, and Zu Mu also took the opportunity to squeeze out a few tears, tearfully telling the pain of his life: God doesn't have long eyes, so many women have followed me, but they didn't give birth to a son for me, but my daughter is like a mosquito in summer so many that it is disgusting. I don't have any other wishes in my life, I just want to have a son, kneel in front of me and call me "Daddy...... Even if it is death, I am content.

Big brother, is there something wrong with those women?

Big brother, is there a problem with your approach?

Big brother, is there a problem with the time you choose?

Big brother, is there something wrong with your own health?

At this time, asking such a question is definitely not a curse, but full of warm concern. The big guy said a lot of gossip, and there are various methods: pray to God and worship Buddha, eat more meat to grow strong, turn around a few times in front of the window every day before going to bed, and put a boar's head in front of the bed......

You need an assistant to do things.

One person presides over in the light, and the other hides in the dark to help, this is the method that Zu Mu taught him when his plan failed last time and returned to Rock City to ask for guilt.

Among the many proposals to help Zu Mu share his worries and help him find the feasibility of his future son, someone weakly interjected next to him: "I heard that the thing that makes some stallions and lets the woman drink it while it is fresh, it is very likely to give birth to a son, and it is much more effective than begging for gods." ”

This kind of thing is very simple for the groom, and it is proposed on this occasion, and it is really unreasonable not to help friends without eating and drinking for so long. Besides, this is not a violation of the rules, just a pack of stallion's static 1 liquid...... In the spirit of being responsible for their friends and their future drunken and free life, they patted their chests and promised: I will help you get a bag of new things for stallions.

The method of natural reproduction did not work, and Tianhao could only try to artificially inseminate the mare.

Jing 1 liquid in the natural state of survival time is very short, Zu Mu prepared dozens of horse urine bubbles in advance, transported back as quickly as possible, and used anesthetic to overturn the mares, although this artificial method is tough and savage, but no one can deny: there is indeed a certain chance of success.

It was busy all night, and a total of thirty-five mares were flooded. They must be resistant and disgusted by this, and unfortunately, without evolving into human beings in the long years, they have no choice but to endure.

Looking at the horses lying on the ground "whirring" and sleeping, Zu Mu, who was infinitely satisfied, took the wet towel from the waiter's hand, and slowly wiped his hands with indescribable happiness. His hands weren't dirty at all, just greasy and uncomfortable. Animal fat, which is used for lubrication, spills out of the large wooden syringe and inevitably sticks to the hands, leaving even the air with a strong fishy smell.

"It feels like a dream!" Zumu licked his fat lips and sighed like a poet.

He had conceived of many ways to steal stallions from the Tiger Clan (the word is forbidden, forgive the reader), and the cruel reality shattered all plans one by one. Zumu didn't want to kill, and the respected city lord said more than once: a successful spy is never stained with blood. But the task was in front of him, and it had to be completed, and it was funny, and it was difficult for Zumu to convince himself not to use violence.

Be an elegant rich man and become the greatest spy in the history of the northern barbarians. This is Zumu's dream for a long time. The fact that he hit a wall one after another made him understand that many things could not be done logically, and fixed common sense was useless. However, the reality is so wonderful, just when Zu Mu felt that there was nothing to be done and his confidence was lost, Tianhao actually came up with such a strange way.

"Wake them up quickly, don't let these animals sleep too long, go out of the city as soon as dawn, don't stop along the way, and send them directly to Rock City."

He earnestly told his men to follow the rules. In fact, at this point, there is no need to worry about the subsequent process. These mares show no signs of pregnancy, and even the most experienced groom will not be able to tell that there is something else in their bellies.

As for the stallion "seeds" that cost a lot of money to obtain, Zumu played a trick, and when he got his hands on it, he quickly replaced it with a large bag full of pre-mixed viscous liquid, taking advantage of the horseman's friend's inattention. Those thick juices are carefully processed to make them impeccable in both appearance and smell. Since it is a place of wine, there must be an unscrupulous local tyrant: Zu Mu found six beautiful women with beautiful appearances, thick waists, thick legs and thick arms, poured a large bag full of thick juice into six cups, and let them drink up a drop in front of their groom friends.

White sesame sauce, water, flour, salt, egg whites, pre-cooked broth...... The recipe looked so terrible, but it tasted very good, but it was in large quantities, and the six women drank it as hard as they could, until their stomachs were swollen and full of urine.

Mafu friends are also worried, they have a faint regret in their hearts when they do this kind of thing for the first time, and they do have thoughts such as "Zumu is not deliberately deceiving me, he is actually a spy of the Niu Clan".

All suspicion vanished as the women drank all the thick juices, and they were given bulging purses, and laughter accompanied by alcohol wafting in the air became once again a testimony to the great friendship of the men.

This kind of thing can happen a few more times.

Anyway, whether the women can give birth to sons or not is Zu Mu alone. The weird secret recipe is said to be effective, but no matter what, it's important to stick to it. Let them drink more, and this process will last at least a month or two.

Zu Mu knew very well that there were some methods that he would never be able to think of on his own.

He admired the extraordinary wisdom of the young city lord so much that he threw himself to the ground.

The Tiger ruler of Yuanshui City was not against the horse trade, and he was even very willing to see the city under his jurisdiction flourish with commerce and all kinds of taxes rolling in.

"Trade horses openly and bring back the horses you buy openly." These were Tianhao's exact words, and he carefully considered every detail.

Looking at the dark night, Zumu felt like a hero for the first time.

He seemed to see countless majestic war horses running on the hills of the distant Niu Clan's territory.

Lao Tzu is a member of the Niu clan.

I'm so proud of my community!

It was late at night.

Zumu hummed softly.

A large river has wide waves, and the wind blows the rice and flowers on both banks.

My family lives on the shore, and I am used to hearing the fisherman's horn and seeing the white sails on the boat.

……

Pig territory, clan capital, fanged city.

The city smells of savagery everywhere.

In layman's terms, it just stinks.

There is nothing to be seen here that has anything to do with "art". As far as the eye can see, there are dilapidated shacks, which are made of logs and adobe to form an outer wall, supported by tall wooden pillars in the middle, and the branches are sloped diagonally, and the surface is covered with a thick layer of mud for waterproofing. The floor inside the house is lower than the outside, and a drainage ditch must be dug at the threshold, otherwise the rainwater will pour back into the house and become damp.

There is no such thing as "hygiene" for pigs. They never felt anything wrong with a dirty environment. Of course, the aristocracy was much more elaborate, they built their houses out of solid rock, and the interior furnishings were relatively neat, although it was only simple to tidy up, compared with ordinary pig people, it was already equivalent to the difference between the poor and the billionaire in the civilized era.

Wu Yuan forced himself to sit upright in the chair in the most elegant posture.

This is the private residence of the national teacher of the Feng nationality.

It sounds very lofty and awe-inspiring. But in Wu Yuan's eyes, it is a relatively clean and less stinky large garbage heap.

On the stone walls, dozens of skulls of Shirakumori are hung. There are fierce maned bears, hideous wolves, monsters that are larger than normal and don't know what their names are, and terrifying snakes and crocodiles, especially the latter...... Wu Yuan quietly compared, and found that his entire body was lying in the giant crocodile's mouth full of fangs.

Of course, the skull of the pig is also indispensable.

Looking at the empty black eye sockets on the opposite wall, Wu Yuan imagined what they (they) would look like when they died. The gaze of the living and the dead is too memorable, not to leave an eternal memory, but to all kinds of horrific and hideous images.

The witchmane sitting across from him was already very old. Seventy, or eighty...... The specific age of Wu Yuan is not very clear. The years are a secret to every sorcerer. They never reveal their true age, a tradition reserved for shamans and an indispensable means of maintaining the mystique of this group.

There are many female witches, but it is extremely rare for a female wizard with a prominent status to become a national teacher like Witch Mane. Throughout the history of the northern barbarian tribes, there are very few female national teachers, but they are all great and have made remarkable feats at different times, and it is precisely because of this that they can keep their names from generation to generation on the clay template, become the protagonists of future legends, and sing forever.

Witchmane was not tall, only two and a half meters, and she wore a light blue blouse with a cotton fabric and a pattern dyed with white clay. I can't wear much clothes in the hot summer, and the rounded collarbone protrudes at the neckline, but the surface is covered with brown skin, which is dry and dry, without the slightest toughness.

"I've already sent a message to the top on your behalf." Witchmane's voice was low and hoarse, "The king will not send troops. ”

The second half of the sentence is the point.

Wu Yuan felt that his heart was instantly hoisted. He tried his best to maintain etiquette, so that the stereotypical smile stayed on his face, and although the tone of his voice was stiff, the pronunciation of the words was clear enough: "Huhe...... If you lose an entire clan, doesn't Your Majesty want revenge? ”

Starting from Barehoof City, avoiding the main road, walking through the inaccessible mountains and forests, because he could not ride a horse, it took seventeen days to walk, and Wu Yuan finally arrived at Fangfang City.

There is a natural affinity between wizards, beyond the limits of clan and ethnicity. People who communicate with the gods are always in their own way, not to mention that Wu Yuan's status is not low, and he deserves to be treated with courtesy by Wu Mane.

As early as a few months ago, the news of the destruction of the Steel Fang Division had reached Fangfang City.

Witchmane thought that Wu Yuan was a belated informant, but he didn't expect that his real purpose was to persuade King Feng to send troops to attack Rock City and avenge the death of the King of Steel Fang.

Half a minute of silence froze the atmosphere. One is a national teacher, the other is a clan witch, and this pair of men and women of different ages have their own concerns.

"Ah Yuan." Suddenly, Witchmane asked in a strange tone, "You haven't told me yet, why is this?" ”

When Wu Yuan arrived in Fangs City on the first day, Wu Mane asked the same question, but received no answer.

"I'm just doing my part." After hesitating for a moment, Wu Yuan's expression was a little hesitant, and a little serious: "All the barbarians in the world are one family, and the Rock City exterminated the steel tooth department, which was a great rebellion and fratricide. In the long run, it will inevitably threaten other tribes. If His Majesty the King of Pigs sits idly by, he will ...... in the future I'm afraid it's going to get out of hand. ”

The old witch mane smiled, her eyes surrounded by countless wrinkles revealed sarcasm and shrewdness: "There are no outsiders here, you and I are both witches, there is no need to hide it." Besides...... Hehe, do you think I'll believe such a reason? ”

Wu Yuan smiled on the left half of his face. This expression was really difficult for him, but he really couldn't laugh, so he could only raise the corners of his mouth slightly, which didn't look so embarrassed.

"The Lord of Rock City is a non-moral fellow. The King of Steel Fang is brave and good at fighting, and this time he was killed by his intrigues. As a Thunder Cow Tribal Witch, I really can't look past it, so ......"

Witch Mane raised his hand to block the unfinished words behind him, and the old witch slowly frowned, looking Wu Yuan up and down with an inquiring gaze: "If this is your answer, then don't say it." ”

There was indifference in her voice, Wu Yuan sighed secretly, he looked down and thought for a few seconds, and when he raised it again, a smile filled every corner of his face.

"There are huge benefits to be gained by laying down Rock City." His tone was full of temptation: "There's a lot of grain there." This is not me making it up, Niu Tianhao has obtained more than 30,000 people from the Pig Tribe, and it is not an easy task to feed them. Master Guoshi, think about it, if there is not enough food, will the people of the Pig tribe who surrendered to the Steel Tooth Department listen to him honestly? ”

Witchmane actually agrees with this statement.

Without enough to eat, any tribal prisoner of war will rebel. Not to mention the fact that pigs have a natural appetite, which is a headache for any war winner. Therefore, in the eyes of the rulers of all the northern barbarian groups, the captives of the pigs were not considered trophies of war in many cases, but a burden.

Witchmane's eyes were very serious and serious: "Just food, it is not enough to impress His Majesty and make him change his mind." ”

"Rock City has a lot of specialty."

"There are huge herds of bighorn deer near the city."

"To the east of them is the sea, where they can get salt and catch a lot of fish."

"Dried apples and wine are the most distinctive products."

“…… Oh, and cheese. ”