Dao Fruit

On the other hand, the generals present were surprised to see the aggressive Fu Tu stop fighting in an instant, and even said words of surrender.

They knew the habits of the swamp people, and knew that even if the swamp people were weak, they would not easily give in, which was also reflected in the exchanges between the swamp tribes and the Central Plains.

In terms of combat power, except for the Buddhist Swamp, the other swamp tribes were not strong, and they lost more than they won when fighting against the southern border troops. But sometimes even if they were defeated, they could still get benefits. The key word is to "make trouble".

As long as there is trouble, the border troops will be under pressure, and the officials and generals who govern the border will be questioned, because what the court needs is stability on all sides. For this purpose, many things can be discussed and compromised.

Moreover, when making policies, they are often affected by current events. In recent years, due to the war in the northern border, the court's policies towards other borders have become more "flexible". As long as the tribes in the border areas can make trouble and make a lot of trouble, and the court center knows about it, the court will immediately put all kinds of pressure on the border troops to strive for stability.

In this situation, the swamp people also gained a lot of benefits, and they are naturally tasting the marrow and have tried it many times.

This is also the reason why Qiu Yan's words were tough just now, and he was about to draw his sword against him if he disagreed with him. Even if other generals knew that Qiu Yan had a high level of cultivation and was not afraid of the prince of the swamp people, they still had to worry about the swamp people's tribe attacking the border again. After a while, the time for the swamp people to withdraw was too short. Before the victory report they sent out reached the emperor, the news of the swamp people's rebellion was passed on first.

If that were the case, their future would be over.

However, Qiu Yan had already said it, which made everyone's heart sink. But Fu Tu's sudden change of tone made them see the dawn, but they couldn't help but wonder, wondering when the swamp people became so reasonable and easy to talk to.

In the following time. Qiu Yan and Fu Tu talked back and forth, telling each other part of his discussion with the generals, but only mentioned seeds, as for farm tools, oxen and other things, he didn't mention them at all.

However, the other generals did not ask questions on behalf of others. After all, Qiu Yan was an imperial envoy, and it was up to him to decide how to negotiate with the swamp people.

"Seeds that can be planted in the swamp?" Hearing this. Fu Tu's face suddenly changed, following Qiu Yan's finger, he looked at the seeds on the table, and then he and his confidants reached out to grab a few, put them in front of their noses and smelled them, and his face kept changing.

Because the swamp people live in the harsh jungle, they are extremely sensitive by nature, and their five senses are stronger than those of ordinary Central Plains people. So this sniff allowed them to detect a familiar smell in the seeds, knowing that it was the smell of the swamp, and they believed it a little.

On the other hand. They also knew that Qiu Yan would not talk nonsense about this matter, so they thought about it and focused their attention on the potted plants in the center of the hall.

Fu Tu's confidant took two steps forward. Ignoring the eyes of others, he squatted down and stretched out a finger. He dipped it on the soil of the potted plant, put it to his nose and smelled it, then nodded slightly, and then stared at the crops growing in the soil, stretched out his hand to tear off a little leaf, put it in his mouth to chew, showing a little excitement, and turned his head to nod at Fu Tu.

Fu Tu saw it, took a deep breath, and then said: "Thank you for the imperial envoy, if these seeds can really survive in the swamp, it is really a great thing, and it can be regarded as you people in the Central Plains have done something useful for us."

This tone made those who heard it unhappy, and the faces of several generals changed suddenly, but knowing that it was not their turn to speak, they all held back.

At this time, Zhang Kaiyong said, "The seeds are hard to come by, I hope you can cherish them. I have seen the imperial envoys cultivating in their backyards every day, rain or shine, just to cultivate several crops. I think he is very concerned about these seeds, spending a lot of money and putting in a lot of effort. You must not forget it when you plant them."

He only knew about the seeds today, and this sentence was not true. He just pointed out that the seeds were hard to come by, so that the marsh people knew how to advance and retreat, and it was also a counterattack against Fu Tu's previous words.

"Oh?" Fu Tu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Qiu Yan, "These seeds were cultivated by the imperial envoy himself?" When he spoke, his face and demeanor had obvious changes, and even a little respect was born in his hatred.

In the tribe of the marsh people, people who can distinguish seeds, distinguish poisons, and are familiar with picking have a very high status. Because food is scarce, people who can get food for the tribe have their own ability and status value, and are often respected. Even for a young patriarch like Fu Tu, this habit is engraved in his bones and dare not neglect it.

"Where the seeds come from is not important. The key is whether they can change the living conditions of the swamp people." Qiu Yan said without getting entangled in this issue. "Prince Futu's visit reflects the sincerity of the nobles. If the two sides want to be friendly, it is far from enough to rely on treaties, alliances, and verbal agreements. Sometimes they are even worthless. You and I know this very well. If the difficult environment of the swamp people is not solved, it can only be protected for a while, but it will be difficult to live in peace for generations. These seeds are the key to completely changing the confrontation between the two sides." "Is that so..." Futu heard this and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking. In the following time, the focus of the two sides' problems was on the use and cultivation of seeds. There was not much talk about the alliance between the two sides, but it can be seen that Futu has always wanted to mention it, but Qiu Yan avoided it. This situation was quite surprising to the other generals.

You know, in the past, when encountering this kind of situation, no matter whether officials or generals, whether they were talking or fighting with swords, all they wanted was a treaty. After all, the survival situation of the Swamp people would continue to be entangled unless they were completely exterminated. , If the fight continues, there may not be any results.

"Genocide..."

Thinking of the words of genocide, the generals suddenly remembered Qiu Yan's "Pingmarsh Strategy" and couldn't help but shudder. Looking at Qiu Yan talking with Fu Tu again, the senses in their hearts had changed. They just felt That face full of smiles was actually particularly terrifying.

In comparison, the seemingly ferocious swamp prince looked so thin and fragile that the generals couldn't help but feel pity for him.

However, Futu didn't know what others were thinking. After listening to Qiu Yan's introduction and realizing that the other party had no intention of making a covenant with him, he decided to retreat.

Of course, in his opinion, his coming here this time was an oracle that wanted to be friendly with Darui. There was no agreement and the covenant was not reached in form. But in essence, looking at Qiu Yan's meaning, in fact, the purpose has been achieved, and the other party will give him With this kind of specially-made seeds, would they still send troops to attack?

Speaking of seeds, Fu Tu is actually more concerned about them. On the surface, he seems very ordinary and doesn't even look at them. But in fact, he is determined to get these seeds.

"If these seeds can really be planted on a large scale in the swamp, then my people will be able to have enough to eat and drink. By then, both the combat power and the population will expand, and we will be able to form a large army immediately and be unified. Marshland, I might be able to become a hero and establish a country, or even go one step further..."

Thinking of this, Futu actually felt that the seemingly shrewd imperial envoy in front of him was very stupid. He had no idea what kind of changes these seeds could bring, so he rashly took them out.

"Perhaps, this person dug a grave for the Central Plains! He wants to help us Marsh people!"

After thinking about it, Futu said seemingly unintentionally: "The effectiveness of these seeds is not yet clear. Before our ministry can verify it, I hope the imperial envoy can strictly control these seeds and prevent them from falling into the hands of other tribes. In case of negligence..."

Qiu Yan laughed and said, "This weak prince is worried. These seeds have long been given to the patriarch of the Glolan clan in Zaomarsh. After his verification, it is indeed feasible!"

"What?" This time, not only Futu was surprised, but also other generals.

"No wonder Zao Marsh is getting bigger and bigger, and even a piece of land has been reclaimed. I thought it was really the god Zao Gong who showed up, so that's what happened!"

Thinking secretly, Futu couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. He originally wanted to borrow the seed to achieve something, but now that he knew that there were tribes rushing ahead, of course he was not willing to lag behind. Although it was a pity that it was difficult to monopolize this kind, the Swamp people themselves had a large population and were naturally occupied. Advantages, as long as they can be promoted and developed, population resources will bring a steady stream of combat power! You can also catch up from behind!

After thinking about this clearly, Futu didn't delay any longer. After making it clear to Qiu Yan, he rushed to collect the seeds. Qiu Yan also guessed what he was thinking, so he followed the trend and asked people to send him away.

After Futu left, Zhang Kaiyong led the generals and asked Qiu Yan about his specific plans.

"Didn't the imperial envoy mention before that the government would distribute farm tools and cattle? Why didn't you mention it just now?"

"This matter is not urgent. If we do this from the beginning, the people in the marsh will think that the court's intentions are suspicious, and they will not know how to cherish it. Instead, they will feel that it is natural and right." Qiu Yan shook his head, "We have to wait until they experience the hard work. At that time, We will then guide them and let them know that farm tools and cattle are convenient, which means they are showing favor and can be praised. The same thing, if done differently, the results will be completely different. Moreover..."

As he spoke, he changed the topic: "After two generations of farming, the Swamp people found that it is difficult to sow seeds, and there will inevitably be trouble. When the time comes, we will use this method of distributing farm tools to divert their anger and calm it down."

As he spoke, Qiu Yan left, saying that he was going over to arrange the distribution of seeds to Futu and others.

Looking at his retreating figure, someone among the generals muttered——

"You're just a scholar after all, you're poisonous! People say that our generals kill a lot, but we just kill people. These scholars are going to kill an ethnic group just by talking!"

When the others heard this, they thought deeply and shuddered. (To be continued...)

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