The reason why Cao Xiang asked this question was because Yang Chuan had mentioned it once, saying that it was the backbone of the spirit of the Huns, and if you want to destroy the Huns in the Hexi Corridor, you must find the people who sacrifice the gold and send them back to Chang'an City.

Discount the spiritual backbone of a race.

It's exciting to think about it, and it's no wonder that Cao Xiang is thinking about it in his heart.

Now, when he heard that the Heavenly Gold Sacrifice Man was at King Hutu, he couldn't help but ponder: 'If it was a thief from Yang Chuan, what would he do with this matter?' ’

After a long time, Cao Xiang waved his hand, and asked the Hun commander who had already been drunk and shapeless to take away, return it to the evil king, and let him bring a word.

"You want to sacrifice to the Heavenly Gold Man?"

"Don't think!"

"Even if this king dies on the battlefield and sheds the last drop of blood, you hateful Han people will not be allowed to get involved in the sacrifice of Tianjin!"

When the evil king heard Cao Xiang's words, he was furious, and with a 'brush' sound, he pulled out the knife on his waist, and was about to kill him in the future.

The Yulin orphan who sent the message sneered, and said lightly: "Evil King, you can use the courage of your blood and qi to kill me on the spot with one sword, but the Evil King of Evil."

The more than 4,000 horses in this camp, plus the more than 16,000 Hun warriors who were captured by us, will die a very miserable death.

Second, if you kill this envoy, our general will surely avenge me, and after slaughtering your people, he will march eastward, slaughtering hundreds of tribes under the tent of your evil king along the way.

But if you don't believe, come up and kill me. ”

The face of the Evil King was cloudy, but after all, he still didn't dare to make a move, but waved his hand tiredly: "You go, killing you alone will not help." ”

The Yulin orphan didn't leave, and asked, "May I ask the evil king, have you ever thought about it clearly, do you want to surrender?" ”

The Evil King looked up at the sky for a long time, and sighed: "That's it, as long as you don't slaughter the captives and don't let my steppe warriors lose their lives, this king will make people put down their swords......

The Yulin orphan nodded, arched his hand in a regular manner, and strode away from the camp and returned to the Cao Xiang tent behind the stone wall of the pass.

After listening to Yulin's orphan's reply, Cao Xiang nodded slightly, and turned his head to look at Cui Jiu on the side: "Da Changmen, how do you think this matter should be handled?" ”

Cui Jiu groaned a few times and said, "The tiger subdues a group of lambs, which naturally gives it a while more food, but if it is a group of jackals that are subdued, maybe one day they will bite back."

Those Huns are ferocious, and this time they surrendered, but they were afraid of you and going to the disease, and they were in pain, and there was no way for the time being, so they had no choice but to surrender, and when the wolves breathed a sigh of relief, there would be a big chaos.

But if you don't accept surrender......

If this battle continues, the Yulin Army will inevitably have casualties, so calculated, but it is not cost-effective, and it is really embarrassing. ”

Cao Xiang slandered 'I talked nonsense for a long time', and then continued to ask: "If my uncle encounters this kind of thing, what will he usually do?" ”

Cui Jiu shook his head: "The emperor's thoughts, you are a courtier, try not to guess." ”

Cao Xiang laughed: "Ben Hou also asked casually...... However, these nearly 20,000 Hun prisoners, and our Yulin army only add up to two or three thousand, even if they are escorted back to Chang'an, there is no way......"

Cui Jiu smiled: "You forgot, capture the thief and capture the king first." ”

Cao Xiang's eyes lit up, and he slapped the root of his thigh violently: "Cough, how can you forget this stubble matter, let's just detain the evil king and the generals and households under his account!" ”

"Oh, the best thing this marquis is to capture the two kings of the little women, how can he forget this truth when he encounters other things?"

"Hahaha......"

……

The surrender ceremony is very simple, that is, the evil king of Hun took dozens of generals and households, came to the Han army camp alone, ate a meal, drank a few bowls of wine, and signed a contract document to end.

As for whether the contractual instrument is useful or not, they are tacit with each other.

"Hun Evil King, you are the king of Wanhu of the Huns, almost the Marquis of Wanhu of my Han Dynasty," after signing the contract document, Cao Xiang laughed and gave up the throne to Huo Quai, "By the way, let me introduce you, this is our boss, the champion of the Han Dynasty, the hussar general, Huo Quai." ”

The Evil King was taken aback: "Huo Quai? Are you Huo Quai? ”

This time, the Huns were really taken aback, and they did not falsify in the slightest.

In order to express his respect for Huo Quai, the evil king took the initiative to leave the table, bowed deeply to Huo Quzhi, stroked his chest with one hand, and performed a standard Hun salute: "The prestige of the champion Hou Huo Qubing has long been spread all over the grassland and desert, and he is a true warrior worthy of respect, I can't imagine that he is so young!" ”

It is true that the steppe people worship power and heroes.

In the minds of the Huns, although Huo Qubing only fought one battle in the Battle of Mobei, he took Dadan Yu Yizhixian's uncle, father-in-law, wife and children, as well as royal court officials and generals, all of them to Chang'an City, and this record is worthy of respect.

Especially this one.

Cao Xiang is just that, some intrigue and trickery, although he fought an unprecedented victory, and forced him, the king of the Huns, to surrender, but after all, it is not a hero.

But Huo Qu's disease is different.

With 800 iron horsemen, more than 20,000 Huns were brutally defeated, and a psychological shadow was played, so that there were obviously more than 10,000 people, but they were stunned by Huo Quai's might, and inexplicably chose to surrender......

The evil king bowed down, strode to the side of the desk, poured a bowl of spirits, respectfully offered it to Huo Quai, and knelt on one knee: "We Huns respect the real heroes, please reward the face of the champion Hou and drink this wine!" ”

Huo Quzhi took the wine bowl, but put it on the table casually, and said: "The law and discipline in the army, you are not allowed to drink alcohol during wartime, the evil king, when this battle is over, return to Chang'an City, Ben Hou will have a drink with you." ”

The evil king of Hun had a look of surprise on his face: "Alcohol is not allowed in the army of the Han Dynasty? ”

Huo Quzhi nodded slightly: "During wartime, you are not allowed to drink." ”

The Evil King turned his head to look at Cao Xiang, his lips trembled slightly, but he finally said what was in his heart: "However, why can this Pingyang Marquis drink alcohol?" ”

Huo Quzhi said casually: "Uh, he, he's not from my Yulin Army......"

……

Halfway up the Rouge Mountain, a solid military fortress rose from the ground, accompanied by more and more Huns rushing to 'worship'.

Yang Chuan's divine stick career has developed rapidly, and with the blessing of Sister Leopard and a few stupid eagles, it has a bit of an irrepressible momentum.

No way.

When the Huns witnessed the 'miracles' such as 'saltpeter making ice', 'taking things from the air', 'lifting the glow and soaring', and 'turning stones into gold', even those warriors who were more stubborn than the donkeys in the Western Regions couldn't help but kneel on the ground and cut their faces with knives.

In a word, today's Yang Chuan is a god.

After some comical operations, he relied on his handsome appearance and extraordinary skills to shape himself into a mysterious existence from the Great Snow Mountain, and it seemed that he could decide the life and death of a group with his gestures.

At the same time, this military village, which was named 'Rouge City' by Yang Chuan, began to open.

Worship Sister Leopard, a sheep.

Let Sister Leopard stroke the top of her head, a cow.

Invite Sister Leopard to a meal, an elk.

Spend the night with Sister Leopard...... Ahem, spend the night in the room blessed by Sister Leopard, a solid-colored mink, plus a tael of gold......

And so on and so forth.

Yang Chuan found for the first time that in the minds of the Huns, the snow leopard, a 'good nature' creature, is actually far superior to humans, in order to worship the leopard sister once, those shepherds are willing to queue up for a few days and nights, just build a small shack outside the Rouge City, and only be willing to eat a few bites of barley fried noodles every day, wrapped in a broken sheepskin.

And he, the so-called messenger of the Great Snow Mountain, is only worthy of being the 'servant' of the King of the Snow Mountain.

Well, it's about the 'priest' in the god stick sequence.

Gradually, as more and more shepherds came to worship Sister Leopard, Yang Chuan's cattle and sheep began to increase, which made him a little crying and laughing, and at the same time, he began to worry.

There are so many cattle, sheep and livestock, and he can't take them away, what should he do?

So, after some careful consideration, he decided to start his old business -

Be a chef and open a restaurant.

As an excellent cook, in the Han Empire, because of his identity, status, reputation and many other reasons, he did not open a decent restaurant in person, which is a big regret for Yang Chuan.

Barbecue, boil, steam, stir-fry, fry and marinate.

The smell of fireworks in the world is something that cannot be experienced in any other industry, which will make a person very tired and tired, but at the same time, it will also make a person very down-to-earth.

It has always been the mantra of those scholars and officials who read and eat for the people, but in fact, for those who are full all day long and do not work, this sentence is like a.

But.

For farmers, cooks, craftsmen, and those who rely on hard labor to earn a bite to eat, food is always a real thing.

What is said in the afterlife?

Sleep later than the dog, get up earlier than the chicken, blood and sweat, but only for the mouthful of the stomach of the tired and tired, that is like some horses and some birds, just turn around, you can have 500,000 money, really special mother's unfair.

Therefore, fundamentally speaking, even if today's Yang Chuan is already a marquis of the Han Dynasty and a noble prince and a noble prince, after all, he still positions himself as a 'laborer'.

A noble man, a pure man, a moral man, a man detached from low tastes, a man who is beneficial to the people......

Then, open a ...... No, let's open a restaurant!

Just do it.

Yang Chuan roughly calculated that there were a total of 12,000 Xiongnu people active in the area of Rouge Mountain, and each account was calculated according to seven or eight people, and there were nearly 100,000 people.

Among these 100,000 people, there are only forty or fifty wealthy families, and among them, there are only seven or eight top-level rich people like the Hun Evil King.

Three calculations and two calculations, the number of people who can enjoy food in restaurants is actually only one or two hundred.

And.

The steppe people have long been accustomed to their boiled mutton, boiled beef, barley glutinous baa, milk, goat's milk, ghee and mare's milk wine, and they are more or less resistant to all foods other than these foods, believing that putting too many spices in the food is a waste of the ingredients.

In the long run, whether it is a herdsman or a farmer tribe in a distant place, whenever the grassland food culture is mentioned, they will often say-

High-end ingredients often only require the most modest cooking methods.

In this regard, Yang Chuan could only say lightly: Fart!

It's the lack of necessary, expensive condiments, okay......

Considering the current practical difficulties, it was impossible for Yang Chuan to open a serious restaurant, because he found that these Xiongnu had long been accustomed to eating in their own tents, and basically no one would spend a sum of money and go outside to spend.

Of course, there is no money to spend if you want to.

Two thousand years ago, there was no concept of money in the grassland, and all business transactions were bartering, exchanging one's own cattle and sheep for some basic necessities of survival.

For example, salt, pots and pans, flints, knives.

By the way, they also had a lot of gold in their hands, as well as all kinds of gems with excessive radiation, for which the Huns often flocked to them, so that once the gold and precious stones fell into their hands, they would not be traded at all.

Unless.

Kill them......

Of course, this is a joke.

As a cook, he will never be merciful when he kills, but at the moment, these Huns, after some training, may be able to become his own 'employees', who can open up wasteland for him to farm, and can also make him mine, and at the same time they are a group of the best grooms, shepherds, and breeders in the world.

How could Yang Chuan be willing to easily erase it?

In this way, after deduction, induction, summary and judgment over and over again, Yang Chuan's first 'restaurant' finally opened-

Temple.

There is no way, in the world of the Huns, they don't need money to eat, they don't need money to sleep, and even if their little woman gets married, not only does they not need money, but their mother's family has to put a large herd of cattle, sheep and livestock upside down......

How can this business be done?

Since you can't do it, you can only do it in a different way.

Meet Sister Leopard and a sheep once? No, it's too cheap, you have to pay more!

How to add?

Since you are all the people of the Immortal Heaven and the descendants of the White Wolf, then in the name of the Immortal Heaven, I will give you a chance to atone for your sins, and after worshipping the 'King of the Snow Mountain', you will have to pay a certain price.

This price is naturally work.

Work for the temple, work for Sister Leopard, work for Immortality, and work for your next life to have a good birth and be born in a noble family.

Moving stones, logging, mining, farming, hunting, gathering, all of them.

Anyway, for the sake of your own next life, you look at it......

In the Han Empire, this kind of thing that makes the people work in vain has a special term called 'conscription', that is, the common people not only have to work for the court and government in vain, but also paste dry food and labor tools.

Therefore, relatively speaking, the 'temple' prepared by Yang Chuan for the Huns is very merciful, for example, you work for the temple for a day, this is to atone for your own sins, for you to cast a good baby in the next life, and work hard, but the temple still has to provide you with three meals a day and necessary labor tools, this kind of thing, is really encounterable but not sought.

Of course, at the beginning, Yangchuan's 'Temple Restaurant' did not go well.

Those Huns for this kind of complex design, firstly, they couldn't understand it, so they simply didn't want to, and secondly, they were in awe of the so-called 'divine things'.

Simply so!

However, this also made it difficult for Yang Chuan.

He set a threshold for the Huns, which is equivalent to dropping the original order of things: the original idea was to let the Huns worship Sister Leopard and then work and eat;

This time, it has become that you have to work all day and eat a day before you can meet Sister Leopard once.

Unexpectedly, with just a slight change in the order of events, the situation was reversed, and the Huns immediately accepted this pattern, and soon became enthusiastic and wild......

(End of chapter)