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Chapter 660
Tuoba Liwei's decades of prestige is not only useful in Dai County, but also in the grassland.

Wherever the envoy arrived, the wolf lived in the south of Xu Mountain, and the small and medium-sized tribes in the west of Daxianbei Mountain went south one after another.

In the past few years, life on the grassland has been difficult, with black and white disasters coming one after another, and many livestock and people starved to death.

There is a way to survive, who cares what ethnic group they are?
Migration to the south has always been the general trend.

Xianbei Wuhuan lived in the Great Xianbei Mountains in the past, and for more than 100 years, it has continuously traveled southward and entered the Han area.

In October, the prairie is already blowing cold winds, carrying ice particles from the northern wilderness to the south.

This weather is colder than real winter.

The cattle and horses were so weak that they seemed to be overwhelmed by the ox carts heading south.

The herdsmen staggered behind.

Some old people fell directly to the ground, but no one came to help them. It seemed that everyone used their only strength to rush on the road.

"After entering Daqin, you don't have to go hungry or cold anymore. King Qin will give you land and help you build your homeland!" Xuanyi ordered Hu Yanba to shout in Xianbei dialect, and waved his hands to let the soldiers pick up the fallen man. old man.

"These people are not Xianbei, they seem to be creeps!" Captain Yang Qiandao reminded.

Worm is a transliteration, and like Xianbei and Wuhuan, it is also a branch of Donghu.

The Xianbei people and the Huns have always looked down on the Zhuzhu people, thinking that they have low intelligence...

"As long as you have hands and feet, you can do your best!" Huyanba is no longer a traditional Hun, but a Han in spirit.

Growing up in Wuwei since he was a child, he was fortunate enough to enter the Youth Camp and became Xuan Yilang. Because of his outstanding political achievements, he was promoted to Xuan Yi Ling.

Huyan was originally an aristocratic surname among the Huns, and it has been sinicized for so many years.

Hu Yanba's enthusiasm for the Qin State was even higher than that of the Han people.

Only Daqin did not discriminate against them.

Xuanyi Order is only slightly lower than the local prefect and miscellaneous generals.

Further up is the Xuanyi envoy, who supervises the affairs of a state.

But Yang Qiandao was a little dissatisfied, "We created Daqin, why should these people enjoy the blessings? These thieves who killed thousands of swords!"

As the earliest Qiang people who followed Yang Zheng, Yang Qiandao had a great sense of superiority, and his surname was originally changed after King Qin.

Hu Yanba said seriously: "When the king didn't come to the northwest, what is the difference between the Qiang people and them? The king is a saint who descended from heaven. In the future, he will not only be the emperor of the Han people, but also the emperor of the grassland people. What do you say today? , Tomorrow, it will be paid for, and it will ruin the country's major affairs!"

After finishing speaking, he took out the small red leather book and pen, and wanted to write it down for Yang Qiandao.

Yang Qiandao was stunned, and complained casually, how serious was it?

Seeing him take out the little red book, he shivered in fright, and quickly laughed dryly: "Brother Huyan, what are you doing? Didn't I just say it casually? Brother, don't take it to heart."

This thing can be big or small. After his former boss was recorded in the red book for beating a few unruly people, he didn't get promoted for three or four years, and he was left behind.

Huyan raised his eyebrows.

Yang Qiandao was crying, the two scars on his face crowded together, "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Hu Yanba wanted to say that the things in the little red book were not handed over to the Shangguan, but just for Xuan Yilang's own records.

But the military and local generals saw this small book as if they saw the coffin board of their ancestors.

It is not easy for Yang Qiandao to get along today, and he has participated in almost all the battles of the rise of Qin.

From a pawn to a school captain, he has accumulated meritorious service in the battle of Daijun. He will be General Ying Yanglang when he returns, and he may be mixed up with a partial general.

"You really know you're wrong?"

"I know, I know, these creeps will be my siblings in the future, no, they will be the ancestors of my Yang Qiandao in the future!" Yang Qiandao patted his chest and said when he saw something was going on.

Hu Yanba put away the little red book, "You are now a school captain and a general of the Great Qin Dynasty, so you can't trust your lies in the future."

"Wei!" Yang Qiandao wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, not daring to stay by Huyanba's side any longer, and led the soldiers to help the herdsmen.

The prairie tribe rolled southward and entered Yanmen.

Resettlement of rebels has been a major problem since ancient times.

It is difficult even for future generations.

The rioters are naturally grouped together, closely united with the patriarch of the Hao chieftain, and are relatively exclusive.

But Yang Zheng didn't get used to them. Tent by tent was registered, and those with livestock all moved to the surrounding areas of Chang'an, and those who didn't have anything scattered into Shuofang, Jiuyuan, and Beidi.

Wei Wu divided the southern Xiongnu into five tribes, and Yang Zheng felt that treating the symptoms was not the root cause.

Of course, if Cao Wei Guozuo was older, the Southern Huns would not be able to make any waves, and it was only a matter of time before they fully integrated into the Central Plains.

But the problem is that the Sima family doesn't do personnel...

This kind of thing is not difficult for Yang Zheng.

Gong Zizhen once famously said: If you want to destroy your country, you must first destroy its history; if you want to destroy your family, you must first destroy its culture!

Yang Zheng silently added another sentence in his heart, to destroy his culture, first destroy his language!

Han civilization is undoubtedly the pinnacle of existence in this era.

Grassland civilization is too fragmented and unsystematic, or there is no civilization at all.

The first-generation knife rests on the neck. It doesn't matter whether the twisted melon is sweet or not. The key is the second and third generations.

All the tribes that went south were split up. Yang Zheng only allowed the family as a unit and did not recognize the tribe.

As soon as the order was issued, some tribes were unwilling on the spot.

A riot is developing into a riot.

Yang Zheng could only go and reason with them personally with a knife in hand.

Dozens of heads fell to the ground, and the riot suddenly died down.

At this time, we can only cut the mess quickly.

"The land of Daqin is used to raise the people of Daqin, not to raise white-eyed wolves!" Yang Zheng tried his best to appear friendly and gentle.

However, the surrounding cavalry and soldiers made the atmosphere a little tense.

Every time Yang Zheng said something, someone translated it into Xianbei dialect.

The bottom is noisy, it seems very dissatisfied.

"My lord, they want to go back!" Tuoba Lu said beside him.

"Go back?" Yang Zheng rolled his eyes, "Tell them that as long as they step out of Yanmen, they will be Daqin's enemies, and Daqin will no longer guarantee their personal safety!"

It's all here, what are you going back for?
Yang Zheng was definitely thinking about them, their food could no longer support them going back.

Officer Tuoba Lu translated Yang Zheng's words, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"Gu can guarantee that you will no longer be hungry or cold, but you must also abide by the laws of the Great Qin!" Yang Zhenghan said with a face.

The Huns can rule them, Xianbei can rule them, Rouran and Turks in history can rule them, and of course Daqin can!
"Long live the king!" Tuoba Lu official knelt on one knee very cooperatively, and shouted in Xianbei dialect.

This flattery is also accurate.

At first, the people under the earthen platform were still shy, but when Liu Heng entered the arena with a white knife, everyone was moved and knelt down one after another, yelling in all kinds of strange words and emphatically...

Flattery became a miasma.

The scene suddenly became awkward.

Yang Zheng could only pretend to be indifferent and waved his hands, "Excuse me, excuse me!"

　Too many things to do on Monday, I was left to talk... I went home at 07:30...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)