Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 62 62. Returning to Camp
The wind is sunny and the time is just right.

The recent rise of the grassland is mostly sunny, and the day of spring is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Qi and the others were walking in the lush primeval forest. Most of the ice crystals hanging between the pines and cypresses had fallen, revealing a dark green color full of vitality.

Tens of thousands of cattle and sheep screamed, and they also returned to the camp in the Daxing'an Mountains.

It's been more than half a month, and the current forest camp has changed a lot. The previous forest clearing has now been expanded several times, enough to accommodate more than 4000 people.

The yurts are neatly arranged, and the smoke from the kitchen is curling up, but the original messy appearance is not seen.

The children were laughing and playing, helping the adults to collect firewood. Countless thick logs were neatly stacked around the camp, without any treatment, just as a slight buffer.

The movement of tens of thousands of cattle and sheep walking in the forest is naturally not hidden from the people in the camp. Hui and Ying brought people out early to lead the cattle and sheep together.

Entering the camp, the imaginary scene of dancing cattle and sheep did not appear in front of Zhang Qi's eyes. After he asked, he found out that Eagle had sent a few nimble men to explore the way in Daxing'an Mountains. Not far from here was a The valley is big enough to accommodate those cattle and sheep.

Zhang Qi nodded, and let Wang Li, Naqi, and the hundred chieftains of the Xiongnu lead their own people to help with the construction of the camp, while he himself came to a slightly luxurious yurt under the guidance of Lu Mu. .

When Zhang Qi took his seat, Hui and Lu Mu saluted Zhang Qi at the same time, and then presented several large rolls of cloth.

Lu Mu: "Mr. Lang, the little old man and Mr. Hui Lang have registered all the people in the camp during this period, including 670 adult men, 800 adult women, and more than [-] children."

"In addition, the little old man mixed them up on his own initiative, and the people in each tribe have been dispersed."

Lu Mu stood beside Zhang Qi, gesturing on a piece of cloth that was spread out.

The number, name, gender, and age are clearly recorded on it.

Zhang Qi nodded: "You did a good job, you have a heart."

Zhang Qi is very satisfied with Lu Mu's arrangement. This is equivalent to a small census, which allows him to know more clearly how many people he currently has.

After briefly looking at the cloth that recorded the herdsmen's information, Zhang Qi opened another one.

This piece of cloth records materials.

Hui also walked to Zhang Qi's side at this time, and began to introduce one by one. If Lu Mu was in charge of the manager of the HR department, then Hui was in charge of the finance department.

First, the number of cattle, sheep and horses, looting more than a dozen tribes, and now Zhang Qi counts as the last land rich man.

"Now we have 7000, 24 cattle, and more sheep, more than 8000. Now they are all placed in the valley in the southwest, and are guarded by women who believe in Qi, but recently how many There is a situation of reduced milk production, and you will have to make up your mind later."

"The number of horses is a little less, it's not like I said, Qi, it was too extravagant when you brought the eagles and the others to fight in Caogu, so many horses were killed as soon as they said they wanted to, and now the number of war horses in the camp is only a little over two thousand. There are more than 6000 ordinary horses."

When Hui was talking about horses, she glanced at Zhang Qi with a little annoyance. The news she learned from Ying was that when Zhang Qi led his men to attack Caogu, the horses would be slaughtered as long as they were exhausted under the rush.

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders: "Are you in a hurry? If you don't do this, once those tribes wake up, we won't gain so much this time."

"That's the truth." Hui nodded, and then continued pointing at Bubo.

"These days our milk collection containers are almost exhausted. Except for the daily quota of fresh milk for each person, the rest of the milk has been arranged for those herdsmen to start making cheese (dong4), but because of the climate Because of the reason, it will take some time for this batch of cheese to be eaten."

Cheese, also known as cheese, is one of the daily staple foods of grassland people. Zhang Qi and the others have also tasted it. It is not delicious, but it is indeed nutritious.

After the cheese is made, it can be refined again, and the moisture is removed to make cheese. This kind of dry goods is easy to preserve. It is one of the daily rations of the Xiongnu elite soldiers, and is often used as military rations.

To the prairie people, the craftsmanship of making cheese is like the Han people who go to the fields to do farm work. It is a skill to survive, so Zhang Qi has no opinion on this.

Nodding his head, let Hui continue to speak.

"The last thing is the number of some utensils. There are tens of thousands of yurts, but now only less than 2000 are used. The rest have been bundled and stored, and the number of pottery utensils is not enough.

The broken and rotten ones that you let the eagle bring back on the road are now mass-produced in the camp for animal skin bags to hold water and milk.

But you also know that the animal skin bag smells really bad, and the milk and water in it will go stale after a while. "

"Yeah, that's a problem too." Zhang Qi nodded while propping his chin with his left hand.

Things like utensils don't feel good when you taste them, but once they are missing, big troubles will be exposed.

Zhang Qi thought for a while, then asked Lu Mu, "Are there any craftsmen who are good at making pottery among the herdsmen?"

Lu Mu cupped his hands: "I was just about to tell you, there are some artisans among the herdsmen who used to be Han, but you didn't come back, and the little old man didn't dare to make a claim, because once the kiln is built, the kiln will be destroyed. That movement was a little louder."

Hearing what Lu Mu said, Zhang Qi also frowned slightly. This is indeed the truth. The kiln is no different than others. The movement of the thick smoke is like the smoke of the Great Wall, very eye-catching.

"Go and think of a way, discuss with those craftsmen, maybe they will have an idea."

Zhang Qi said to Lu Mu, who bowed his hands and retreated out of the yurt.

As soon as Lu Mu left, Zhang Qi continued to look at Hui: "Tell me if you have any questions."

Hui nodded and continued: "The other is that we don't have enough fodder for our war horses. The cattle and sheep consume astonishingly every day. Even those hundreds of women who are devoted to you can't supply enough fodder. Now those cattle Seventy percent of the sheep have already shown symptoms of milk loss."

"So let alone war horses, if you don't come back, I'm wondering if I should kill a batch of cattle and sheep first to reduce losses."

As soon as Hui finished speaking, Zhang Qi made a decision and said: "Kill, I have to kill a batch, plus the cattle and sheep I brought back today, the number of 10,000+ has already exceeded the demand in the camp. Now it is the wintering period, the fodder It’s not enough, if you don’t kill them, they will lose weight.”

"Then how much to kill?" Hui asked Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi thought for a moment: "First kill [-] sheep, the meat doesn't spoil so quickly in winter, let the people in the camp eat more meat, supplemented by some fresh milk, just right, I'm already planning to train soldiers, the more meat the better .”

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Now that Zhang Qi had said so, Hui immediately agreed, and he was in charge of the supplies in the camp. These huge numbers of cattle and sheep were usually precious treasures, but in winter, he really felt powerless.

(End of this chapter)