Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 94 On the Way of Herding
What am I asking Wang Ping to do?Looking for Qiang people, what to do with Qiang people?Let me graze.And now this Li Yi told me that he can provide horses?

Don't underestimate the pony, after all, people have left a name in history.Therefore, the Yunnan horse is also a horse!
Feng Yong thought for a while, and thought to himself, could it be that there is a destiny in this world?Then I thought of the story of Wang Mang, the predecessor of the transmigrator, and Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, and my heart shuddered.Forget it, I’d better go to Hanzhong and have a good pasture.

"How many horses does Li Langjun have in his hands?"

"Ten horses should be enough for this trip to Hanzhong, right?"

"Don't you have fifty horses?"

The corners of Li Yi's mouth twitched, Feng Langjun was really...awesome, he thought that he would be sincere enough to give ten horses, but he didn't expect that the other party turned out to be fifty when he opened his mouth.

"To be honest," Li Yi smiled wryly and shook his head, "There is a shortage of horses in Shuzhong. Although this Yunnan horse is produced in Nanzhong, it is not easy to obtain, not to mention that there is a rebellion now..."

I remembered that the first time I came to Feng Mansion, I was also taken aback by the "atmosphere" of Feng Langjun in front of me. I originally offered a thousand guan, but the other party called for [-] kan.I didn't know it was a joke until later, but this time, it wouldn't be true and there was a misunderstanding, right?

Thinking of this, Li Yi asked tentatively, "Feng Langjun wants so many horses, doesn't he have other plans?"

Feng Yong looked at Li Yi with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Li Langjun is really a smart person."

"Can you talk to Li?" Li Yi came over, looking very interested.

There is no way not to be interested, let alone the one who sold the slaves that he personally experienced... Oh, it was about captive captives, and I don't know how he and the prime minister talked about it, but in the end it was still involved in the settlement of Hanzhong. It's a big deal, I really don't know where this person comes from such exquisite thoughts - it's just a little too vicious.

The nomadic peoples of the north have been plundering and plundering from the south since the beginning of history.When the Central Plains Dynasty was strong, they would often be beaten all over the floor looking for teeth, cutting them one after another like cutting leeks.However, whenever the Central Plains Dynasty declined, they would continue to rob the south just like the unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

Is it really because of the savage nature, not afraid of death?

Of course not. If they were really not afraid of death, they wouldn't submit to the Central Plains again and again.On the contrary, they are too afraid of death, because if they do not go south, they will starve to death.

The descendants of Yan and Huang can be said to be favored by the gods: they occupy the plains formed by several rivers, and these plains are vast, all of which are located in areas with a warm climate suitable for farming, which is enough to toss them for thousands of years.

This geographical advantage is rare even in the world.Therefore, even in the backward ancient times, they had the confidence to say "one hundred acres of land, don't take away the time, a family of several people can have no hunger".

But you put this on the grassland and try it?Hundred acres of grassland, in the ancient times when there was no silage technology, no knowledge of rotational grazing, and only knew how to live by water, I don’t know how many cattle and sheep could be raised, but it would definitely not be able to support one person.

So the grassland is so big, you can live comfortably, but die faster.

The wind blows the grass and the cows and sheep are low, which is nice to say, but that is when there is grass.In winter, a white disaster strikes, not to mention livestock, even people have to wait obediently to die.

In the ancient northern nomads, a tribe huddled together to keep warm in winter.That is to say, if the old and weak can't stand it any longer, they will die first, leaving the young and strong.

This not only leaves the living strength of the clan, but also reduces the population, so as to avoid excessive consumption of food rations - the concept of natural selection, which is vividly expressed here.So if they don't go south to grab it, how can they survive?
At that time, the garrison where Feng Yong was stationed was surrounded by deserts, but there was a small village dozens of kilometers away from the garrison.Once, the army and the small village were engaged in a relationship between the army and the people, and they brought some people over to help the villagers build the fodder silage.

There are only a few families in the village, and each family raises more than a dozen sheep. Basically, the family's economic income depends on these sheep.

As a southerner, Feng Yong also curiously asked an idiot question: Why not raise more?

The old man who looked to be in his 60s was actually only in his [-]s, spoke half-baked Mandarin, pointed to the open space far away and said, "Well, there's not enough grass to eat, too many sheep!" Pointing to the tower-shaped feed silo, "This is the only way to rely on it in winter, otherwise the sheep will starve to death without food."

With the future generations of silage technology, the herdsmen have to carefully calculate the amount of livestock they have, otherwise, if you feed them to the death, will you really be able to grow up as cattle and sheep drink the northwest wind?Not to mention the ancient times when there were as many cattle and sheep as the grass grew in that field.

And at that time, the northern nomads such as Hu Yi also made a cruel calculation: calculating the number of human survival based on the number of cattle, sheep and food in their hands.

Want to survive?Then go grab it!Can't get it?Then just die!
So what Feng Yong wants to do now is to change this backward grazing method of running around the world a little, and change it to a domesticated style.I don’t know if such a hundred acres of grassland can support a single person, but it is no problem to double the number of cattle and sheep it can support.

The knife flashed suddenly, and the silver light burst.

A slight sound of "pop" sounded, and a wooden stick with the thickness of an arm shook gently in the martial arts field.

Guan Ji carefully controlled her breath, the hands holding the knife were too hard, and the back of the hand with some tiny scars appeared blue veins.When his breathing calmed down, the light of the knife flashed, and he waved the knife to the wooden stick again with both hands...

The stick still didn't fall down this time, but it shook even more.

At this time, a right hand stretched out to the top of the wooden stick, held down the wobbly stick, and then picked up a small piece of wood one inch thick from the top of the seemingly intact wooden stick.

The small piece of wood cut by the knife was placed on the left hand, the right hand stretched out again, and picked up another piece...

The five-foot-high wooden sticks, starting from the top, were chopped one inch at a time, but they did not fall to the ground.

"aunt."

Guan Ji saw the person coming, stopped and shouted.

The prime minister's mansion is very similar to the mansions of many generals, that is, there is a martial arts field.It's just that this martial arts field is a bit special. On weekdays, the Prime Minister will not come here unless it is necessary.Because this martial arts field was specially opened for the Prime Minister's wife, Guan Ji often came here to practice martial arts, and sometimes the Prime Minister's wife would bring Zhang Xing over.

"Let's take a break," Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji, touched the cut surface of the small wooden block with her fingers, and shook her head gently, "This cut is rougher and rougher every time, which shows that your mind is unstable. This practice is also a vain practice. Or take a break to calm down the distracting thoughts and talk about it.”

"Follow my aunt's orders."

Guan Ji put the knife away and followed Huang Yueying to the rest area of ​​the martial arts training ground, where a maid had already brought a bowl with soup.

(End of this chapter)