Destiny Only Han

The north wind blows the ground and the white grass turns, and Hu Tian snows in August.

On the vast and boundless Mobei grassland, the blizzard that had been raging for half a month gradually subsided.

In the early morning, on the windward slope with more than half a foot of snow, seven or eight prairie wolves the size of dogs, with dark fur and thin ribs were squatting on the hill, staring eeriely into the distance, preparing to wait until after dark Go get two meaty bones to gnaw on...

The place where the prairie wolf was looking at was the new residence of the Xiongnu Shanyu Wangting.

Well, in fact, it can’t be said to be a new residence. This river valley is the old royal court established after the Huns were driven away from the Hetao grassland by the Qin State.

Although Maodun returned to the Hetao Grassland when the world was in chaos at the end of the Qin Dynasty, with several large-scale battles between the Han and the Hungarians, they once again lost the warm Hetao Grassland and returned to this extremely cold place.

At this moment, in the winter camp where the Huns built walls with mud and filled with felt bags, the shepherds wrapped in dirty, torn, wool-knotted leather jackets were cleaning the snow, while the nobles of the Huns gathered in the single camp. Before the king's tent, he was attending a funeral.

Maodun's eldest grandson died two days ago due to a cold and persistent high fever.

Although it is normal for children to die young due to various diseases at this time, this is one of Maodun's favorite grandsons. He is only five years old, but he can control a violent war horse running on the grassland, bow left and right, shoot mice and shoot rabbit!

At this moment, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, one can imagine the grief in Mao Dun's heart.

But the saddest thing in my heart is Youxian King Youxian Wang Suanji Porridge, after all, this is his only son now...

Especially when he died in his arms!
He is still unwilling to believe this fact, and he is always full of expectations. This is just a prank. His son is not dead, but is just hiding in the pile of wool as usual, and will jump out to scare him when he passes by. One jump...

It's a pity that at this moment, the small body was lying motionless on the high pyre, conveying a message to everyone.

He is probably really dead.

So, on weekdays, he boasted that the Hun men bleed but did not shed tears, but at this moment, tears were streaming down his face, and he could not cry.

These days, before he goes to sleep and after he wakes up every day, there is always a picture before his eyes, that is the picture before his son's death.

His small body was hot and hot, his cheeks were already flushed, his fleshy little hands touched his cheeks, and with the last of his strength he mumbled, candy, I want to eat candy...

Candy, only Han people have it!
Today's Huns are no longer the former Huns. The Donghu people have replaced them as the largest supplier of cattle and horses in the Han Dynasty. The wool trade that used to be the largest in the past has also been lost with the loss of the Hetao Grassland. The prosperous animal husbandry in the Han Kingdom And completely cut off.

After all, the mud-headed horses raised by the Donghu people in the forest are more suitable for the needs of the Han people for transportation, and a considerable part of the cost of wool processing is grooming and transportation.

There are millions of sheep raised in the Han Dynasty, so naturally there is no need to import them from the Xiongnu all the way.

Most importantly, with the comprehensive upgrade of the Great Wall of Zhao, the Great Wall of the Han Dynasty is no longer the rammed-earth city wall that only set beacons behind the city wall to monitor the invasion of the Huns, but a brick-concrete structure that not only allows nearby The soldiers of Fengsui moved quickly along the Great Wall. The most important thing was that they were extremely strong. At least with the tools in the hands of the Huns, if they wanted to break through the side wall, it would take ten days and a half months to do it!

Therefore, the change in the relationship between the two parties is first reflected in the price of the commodity.

In the past, a good horse could be exchanged for several bags of white flour, but now it can only be exchanged for one, and the white flour that is exchanged is also mixed with bran, which is of inferior quality and high price!
Except for tea bricks, which are mass-market consumer goods for all herdsmen, the price has not increased much, and the prices of other consumer goods such as cloth have increased several times!

Especially the already expensive commodities such as sugar and wine, the price has soared to the point that even the Hun Ji porridge, the right sage king of the Huns, daunted him!
Therefore, when he remembered that he couldn't even satisfy his son's last wish, his heart was filled with grief, and he became more and more dissatisfied with Modun.

If it wasn't for Mao Dun's greed for power and position, and for his own status, he induced the tribe to attack the Han country aggressively, so he was hit by a full-scale counterattack from the Han army, maybe they were still herding horses and sheep on the Hetao grassland, and they wouldn't be here in the north of Mobei. Endure the wind knife frost sword!

His son will not die just like that!

The songs sung by the people of the tribe vaguely echoed in the ears, "Lost me in Helan Mountain, so that my six animals can't live..."

It is not only the six animals who are not resting now!
So when he looked at Maodun, his wolf-like eyes were full of tears and hatred.

The alpha wolf is old, it's time to give up the position of the wolf king!
Ji Porridge, the captains on the left and right around him, and several noble surnames Wan Qichang from the Tong family looked at each other, and the thought that had been buried in his heart resurfaced again, took root, sprouted, flourished, and could no longer hold back .

On the altar, a few shamans in luxurious clothes, with eagle feathers on their heads, and skull staffs in their hands, danced and danced, then looked at Mo Dun and said:

"The gods have approved that the little prince's soul will be reunited with his ancestors on the Jinshan grassland, and there will be no more sickness, hunger, or cold..."

The Jinshan Grassland is a fairyland compiled by the shamans of the Huns in recent years in combination with the scriptures smuggled by some Han merchants. The mountains there are made of pure gold, the leaves on the grassland are also pure gold, and the rivers are full of rivers and lakes. It's milk tea...

The ancestors of the Huns lived there to graze for the gods, and the cattle and sheep they grazed ate pure golden grass, but what they squeezed out was the fragrant sugarcane shochu...

People graze cattle and sheep during the day, and drink and wrestle with the gods at night...

So the old man stood up tremblingly with great comfort, ready to take the torch and send his grandson off in person.

It's just that beside him, Ji Porridge took a step faster, turned his head with a torch in his hand and said, "Let me do it, this is my son, and I brought him to the desert grassland, and now I should take him away." He sent him back to Jinshan Grassland."

Seeing that he was very determined, Mao Dun sighed softly, and sat back on the cushion with the help of two burly maids.

Suo Jijiu walked up to the altar, looked at his pale and lifelike son, wept bitterly, but still slowly but resolutely set fire to the pyre with a torch.

After all, the auspicious time when the son and ancestor reunite on the Jinshan grassland cannot be delayed!

In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and although the billowing smoke obscured the sight of Ji Porridge, with his blessing, the soul of the deceased was sent to the sky.

Well, although the Huns also have the custom of celestial burial, it refers to ordinary herdsmen, and there are few trees on the grassland. How could it be possible that all the dead people used firewood to send their souls to the kingdom of the gods?
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After nightfall, the hustle and bustle of the daytime camp gradually fell silent.

In the cold wind, the slaves drove the grazing cattle and sheep back to the barn, took off the back baskets behind them and carefully spread out the cow dung they picked up, and took it out to dry when the weather was fine.

After all, in the Mobei Grassland, the temperature at night in winter can drop to minus [-] or [-] degrees. If the brazier in the felt bag goes out, the whole family will definitely become ice sculptures the next day!

It's just that for many shepherds, winter is better than summer. After all, it's cold and there are no fleas and mosquitoes.

Rainfall is scarce in the grasslands. Except for the top grasslands, there are streams formed by melting snow from the mountains. Most of the water sources in the grasslands are salty and bitter saline-alkali pools. Livestock can drink, but humans cannot.

Therefore, for low-status shepherd slaves and most herdsmen, their drinking water in summer mainly depends on drinking milk and yogurt.

When stewing beef and mutton, fermented yogurt that is almost corrupted is also used.

It tastes weird and tastes disgusting, but it can get salt and moisture, which is why they are obsessed with milk tea, so that the demand for tea bricks is rising day by day.

Therefore, those shepherds pay special attention when spreading out the cow dung to avoid contaminating the surrounding snow with cow dung. After all, although cow dung is not dirty, the snow is their water source this winter, and it can still be used. It is better not to pollute as much as possible.

While these shepherd slaves were busy, they were a little surprised to find that their master did not go to sleep with the hostess or the female slave after eating enough meat and drinking enough milk tea as usual, but put on his armor and smashed his armor. , I am re-stringing the bow that was unstringed in order to maintain the bow on weekdays!

As for those horse herders who usually fight with their masters, they are also preparing for battle, beating on their shields and covering them with a thick layer of cowhide.

This scene is really weird. After all, the grassland has been blocked by heavy snow and the merchant travel has been cut off. Therefore, wearing armor now is not to rob the merchant traveler and other tribes. So why?

However, although the shepherds are ignorant, they do not lack the wisdom to survive.

This kind of thing can only be asked by the herdsmen who herd the horses. These slaves who herd cattle and sheep are at the bottom of the nomadic tribe. The more they know, the faster they die!

Therefore, after finishing their work, they lowered their heads and got into their yurts, and restrained their children and women not to make a sound, no matter what happened, they could not leave the yurts!
After all, they are the shepherds of the headquarters of the Great Shanyu, and what happened to the royal court of Shanyu more than ten years ago is still vivid in his mind.

So when the bonfire was flickering and the burning dried cow dung gave off the fragrance of the grassland, an aged shepherd slave couldn't help recalling what a merchant from Qin had said.

The initiator, there is no future?

Although he didn't understand at that time, and he chopped off the opponent's head with an ax without mercy, but now he has gone through vicissitudes and gradually understands the meaning of this sentence.