"From then on, we will ask Chief Zhao to take care of it!"

Almost without any hesitation, Old Man Sun directly knelt on the ground and clenched his fists with both hands.

"Okay, what age is it, this set can be saved."

Zhao Ming helped the other party up, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Come on! This is a great feast, the cattle and sheep are slaughtered and don't eat for nothing, everyone don't eat politely! ”

It is very important for Zhao Ming to subdue Pingqiantun, even if this Pingqiantun is full of more than eighty people, but this is a start.

Zhao Ming never thought of integrating the entire grassland on his own.

"Come on! Drink! ”

Zhao Ming said that he was about to raise his glass and drink with the herdsmen and brothers, but Ah Fu hurriedly reminded on the side, "Uncle, your injuries have not healed..."

"Mouthy! Happy today, it's okay to take a sip. Zhao Ming waved his hand.

But the old man Sun on the side still has eyesight, and some things Zhao Ming does is enough, and the people under him have to come out to help if they are smarter.

Although the things are small, the accumulation of small things can also tell how a person's brain is.

"Hehe, Chief Zhao, since you are injured, it is the same to replace wine with tea."

Old man Sun was the first to speak, and Li Hu'er on the side also hurriedly echoed, "Yes, yes!" Chief Zhao still focuses on his body. ”

"Hehe, then I'll have a good drink with you another day, and today I'll hang up the war-free card for a day, and replace the wine with tea!"

"Good!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and the atmosphere was completely different from before.

Although the herdsmen and the brothers of Zhensongjun got along equally happily before, they were all buried with knots in their hearts, and they were all superficial articles before they were picked, but now they are different, and everyone is really happy to drink.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the atmosphere of everyone is even stronger, and some people even shout and wrestle their wrists.

At first, it was a few brothers from the Zhensong Army who liked to come to the scene shouting, and gradually the herdsmen of Pingqiantun also got involved, and it gradually evolved into wrestling.

Looking at the lively scene, Zhao Ming also smiled sincerely.

It's not easy to fuck, but I finally have a real territory of my own in the grassland.

But at this moment, Zhao Ming caught a glimpse of the old man Sun on the side, and his expression was a little speechless.

"Hehe, old grandson, how is the relationship between you and me now? If you have anything to say, just say it, there's no need to hide it. ”

"It's true that I want to talk to Chief Zhao about something, it's still a good thing, but it's a little difficult."

Saying that, Old Man Sun frowned and looked a little embarrassed.

"Tell me about it." Zhao Ming knew that this was most likely a letter of nomination from the other party, or a meeting gift from the dock.

"Sir Zhao, this is indeed a good thing.

You were right before, we didn't end up in such a situation overnight.

I think you also know that a large number of us used to be the Taifu Temple Banner, and the Taifu Temple Banner was the one who used to manage the royal horses.

Originally, it was the south of the Ximeng, but later the previous dynasty died, and after several changes here, the flag of the Taifu Temple was also demolished.

Part of it is assigned to us, that is, today's Pingqiantun and the Han and Mongolian people here gathered together.

Previously, it was suppressed by the former director of the racecourse, and some were killed and injured, but hundreds of people were still unsealed.

The reason why we can survive in Pingqiantun is also because they are afraid of that part of the people. ”

Listening to what Old Man Sun told him, Zhao Ming's eyes lit up.

It's a great gift indeed!

If he could co-opt these hundreds of people, the power he could control would not be too weak.

Now Zhao Ming's biggest worry is that the number of core team is too small, and if this Zhensong army comes to fight to the death a few more times, it is estimated that it will be completely unorganized.

Without the Zhensong Army, he Zhao Ming stayed in the grassland, and there was no difference between living and dead.

"Oh, what's the difficulty now?" Zhao Ming was not carried away by the excitement, and asked calmly.

"Well, Chief Zhao, Allah took you to a Shabortai Desert before, do you still have an impression?"

"Hmm!"

"That Huo Zhongtun is the branch of our Taifu Temple Banner. Here's the difficulty, and you can guess where they are.

They don't have time to pay attention to these rivalries, and they are no better off than we are now.

The pasture grass in Huozhongtun is not fat, and the water source is good, and it is estimated that a few people will die in winter. ”

"So what's the difficulty?" Zhao Ming shook his head and asked again.

Hearing this, Old Man Sun was stunned, couldn't what he said obvious enough?

"Chief Zhao, they have no time to ....."

"Are they too poor to open the pot?"

"Uh.... It's...."

"I remember that the prairie was prevalent in the grasslands, and they all depended on the sky for food, did they often have robbers from other tribes harass them? Are cattle and sheep often taken away? Or was the tribal man killed? ”

"It's... Be! ”

Only then did Old Man Sun feel that the young Chief Zhao in front of him was really reckless when he seemed to be reckless!

"It's enough here, tomorrow you will bring someone over to interrogate, do you want to be hungry or wait to be cut by a knife, do you want to live or die!

Agree to mix with me Zhao Ming, this year I Zhao Ming promise to let them have a fat year! ”

Zhao Ming made a decision directly, and simply gave this order.

Of course, he understands some of Old Man Sun's concerns, which is nothing more than Old Man Sun's habit of knowing and reasoning with emotion.

People are very smart, and it's not good to be too smart.

There is no need to complicate simple problems.

That Huo Zhongtun and his party are almost the same as Qiantun, they are all walking on the end of the road, and if they don't change, they will die.

It's very simple, if the other party can't figure it out, then Zhao Ming doesn't bother to deal with this kind of idiot.

The next day, early in the morning, the Pingqiantun side moved, and the ten horsemen marched lightly in the direction of Huozhongtun.

Huo Zhongtun is nearly 100 miles away from here, and it will take a long time to speed up.

I feel that my physical condition has improved a lot, and there is no problem with walking slowly on horseback.

Zhao Ming took the monkey group and personally led the team to Maoming Anbu.

Today's weather has been a lot cooler, and the calculation time should be September 5th, and then January will be October.

By mid-October, the temperature on the grasslands generally began to plummet, and there was not much time left for me.

Yesterday's chatting with Old Man Sun also led to some other news.

For example, the approximate candidate guessed in the last sneak attack, the general situation of Chahar can be summarized in one sentence, two wings, eight flags and four herds.

Many of the systems of the steppe follow the previous dynasty, with eight banners on both wings, which can be understood as eight tribes.

That is, the left wing is blue, white, white, and yellow. On the right flank, it is yellow, red, red, and blue.

The Chahar Eight Banners are responsible for managing pastures and patrolling and grazing.

For example, the Maoming An Department and the Durhan Department belong to the left wing, and even Pingqiantun and Huo Zhongtun, in fact, these two departments scattered from the Taifu Temple also belong to the left wing.

The north side is mostly left-wing tribes, and the right wing is mostly the south side of the Ximeng.

And the person who attacked that time, according to Lao Sun Tou's guess, estimated that he came from the right wing from the south, and it was suspected that he was from the Shang Capital Department.

Now the Chahar Eight Banners are gradually chaotic with the demise of the previous dynasty, so the Eight Banners are now gradually evolving into tribes of different sizes.

It's just that there will be a clear division of the left and right wings, as well as the four major ranches.

Now they, Maomingan, Darhan, and more than 20 small tribes in the vicinity, large and small, are united to belong to Ming'an Ranch.

It can be said that on the Shangfeng side, as well as in the eyes of Zhao Ming, the field manager, whether it is Maoming'an, Durhan, or Pingqiantun, the cattle, sheep and horses they raise are all part of the Ming'an pasture.

There is a fixed amount of payment every year.

The right-wing commercial capital department is a commercial capital ranch more than 300 miles away.

Its owner is the leader of the Shangdu Department and the head of the Shangdu Ranch.

As for why the other party targeted Zhao Ming, without him, he sold military horses privately.

This is one of the greater secrets of the grassland.