Thanks to Zhu Youzhen's attention, the Ming Dynasty's adjustment of Mongolia's trade policy was implemented quickly, and the effect can be said to be immediate.

When the Mongols of the tribes in eastern Mongolia, who had begun to lose food, met the grain caravan of the Ming Dynasty, tears were already in their eyes...

"You guys. . . You see, what is that? ”

The life of the tribe is not as good as day by day, and the tribal warriors who followed the Houjin envoy to Daming to compete for land, grain, gold and silver treasures.

None of them came back.

All that came back was the bad news that the entire army had been wiped out.

Changshengtian did not favor these Mongolian cavalry who wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob, and in the end, all they returned to them was the Violent Corpse Wilderness...

With the death of a large number of young people.

Most of those who stayed were still children or women, or some old people...

The Mongols were martial.

Mongolian men who have reached the age of fourteen or fifteen have become eagles on horseback.

For the sake of the tribe to fight.

This time was no exception, but it completely ruined them...

"Mangetai, are you faint from hunger? There is no way that anyone will come to the steppe in winter, and if there is, it will only come and kill us..."

As soon as a teenager finished speaking, someone on the other side continued to speak: "Kill us? I'm afraid no one will come and kill us... Next year, when the grassland starts to spring, it will be the time for them to come. ”

The result of the defeat is something that many people have already guessed.

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Seeing the two of them say this, the Mongolian boy who had just started to speak seemed to have come back to his senses, lowered his head and said, "Indeed..."

But it didn't take long.

The bells of the mules in the distance grew louder and louder as they got closer and closer.

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"Someone is really coming!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's Akito??? Akito's caravan? "Four or five teenagers wanted to go out and see if there was any place to dig up some grassroots.

But now it seems that the grassroots have not been dug up much.

But they encountered something they couldn't believe.

"Hey! Who are you? ”

As soon as the boy spoke, his companion hurriedly covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, "What are the men of the tribe doing?" Have you forgotten? ”

"Yes! They were all going to kill the Ming people, how could the Ming people send a caravan now! ”

There is very little grassland trade in winter, mainly because the cattle, sheep and horses in winter are relatively thin, so they usually do not sell for a good price, of course, mainly because the suitable livestock are either traded or made into jerky.

After all, there is a shortage of food in winter, and people sometimes can't eat enough, let alone cattle, sheep and horses.

Rather than freezing livestock to death in the winter, it would be better to make jerky to survive some time, but this time the war has put them in a difficult situation.

When the army left, it took with them most of the tribe's dry food as food on the road.

But nowadays.

Dead and dead...

"Hey! Kid, do any of you understand Chinese? ”

One of the teenagers said hesitantly, "Where the hell are you from, go back quickly!" Otherwise, when our fathers come, there will be no good fruit for you to eat. ”

The grim appearance amused the Ming merchants who came here with grain.

I only heard him speak: "We are the caravan of the Ming Dynasty, as for your father you mentioned, I'm afraid they are all in the land of the Ming Dynasty now!" ”

Despite this, there is a bit of cruelty in the words.

But neither the speaker nor the listener felt that there was anything wrong with this, after all, this is the case on the grassland, the strong is king, and whoever has the big fist will have a sense of what he says.

Even if he dies, it's because his strength is not enough, and he has nothing to complain about.

"What are you doing here? Are you going to hit us? Several teenagers spoke anyway.

Unexpectedly, the merchant waved his hand and said, "We have a long army of horses behind us, and we are here to bring you food and do business with you..."

"Doing business? Give us food? Why? ”

There was obvious suspicion on the faces of several young men, and one of them said questioningly, and the merchant on horseback pedaled forward a few steps on his horse.

He bent down and touched the young man's head and said, "Take us to your tribe, and when we get there, I and the adults of your tribe will explain this problem again... Don't worry, if we do come to attack you, it will be fine in the spring..."

The boy apparently understood the logic...

Yes, the Ming people dressed as merchants in front of them did not tell a lie, if they came to invade, why did they need to appear on the grassland at such a time?

So many tribes around are having a hard time right now.

This kind of unhappiness will not be because of what kind of improvement will be made in the spring, but because many old people will not be able to carry this winter.

And it becomes easier...

...

In the tribe of Mangertai, one of the teenagers just now, the merchants of the Ming Dynasty were huddled in the largest felt yurt in the tribe, drinking freshly cooked hot water.

Now there is a shortage of supplies, and many of the leaders of the tribes have led their troops out to fight.

But now... I'm afraid the corpse doesn't know where it is.

So in the tribe, there are only some old people left.

"Ming people.. Now you can tell me why you're here... After all, I don't think our tribe has anything left worthy of you coming here. ”

Borchijin was one of the most prestigious of the tribe's elders, and when something happened to the tribal leader, he was left with one of the few tribesmen.

Elected to become the new leader, he was now looking at the few Ming people in his yurt in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Of course, you don't have anything here that is worthy of us coming here, but our Emperor of the Ming Empire has pity on you and feels that you will definitely not be able to survive the cold of this winter on your own... So let us come to you and trade with you with food. ”

"Business? Do you have food? As soon as Borchijin heard this, he couldn't care about the ones in front of him, and he couldn't wait to speak.

"Our horse fleet is not far from the tribe, and if the leader agrees, I can get the caravan to come over now." The Ming merchant led by him spoke.

"Good, good... Hurry up and let them come, we are really short of food, and there has been no food supply in the tribe for a long time."

When the Ming merchant heard this, his eyes couldn't help but roll.

He secretly said in his heart: "What methods can you Mongols have to replenish food, aren't they all trying to find a way to follow the Jiannu of Houjin to fight the autumn wind of the Ming Dynasty?" ”