Beiyang new warlord

"kindness!"

Patting her on the shoulder again, Mao Xingjian briskly walked into the tavern next to Han Jinnong with Han Xiaomo, who could hang an oil bottle with his small mouth.

This chick-picking gene should have been inherited from Mao Jue. He kept watching him and was in a daze for a long time before Chilu suddenly woke up. A smart guy picked up the bundle of wheat and hit it again, but the movement was obvious. It's a lot stiffer.

This kind of feeling of being a leader and in control of the power is really great, and you will be greeted everywhere, just now entering the tavern, and Han Jinnong, who was happily wiping the table, greeted him in a hurry, and bowed heavily while laughing. I made a big bow.

"The crown prince came to the shop, and it is full of splendor! Pengzi, hurry up and warm the wine, and then roast the geese sent by the chief of Talladata this morning. The crown prince, please take a seat!"

"You don't need to sit down! This time I'm here alone, or what I ordered last month. Is Uncle Han ready?"

Han Jinbiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but immediately he nodded and smiled again, with a burst of excitement in his words.

"The crown prince ordered, how dare I be careless? The caravan vehicles are all ready, just wait for the crown prince to give an order, I wonder when the prince wants to set off?"

"Now!"

Chapter 8. Intimidation and Temptation of the Prince

Compared with when Mao Xingjian just arrived in the Rocky Mountains two years ago, when he arrived in the United States of later generations, the shabbyness of the entire Governor's Mansion can now be described as rich and powerful. There are a total of [-] large vehicles, each of which is a tame North American at both ends. Bullocks came to pull the cart, and the newly fired large pottery urn on the cart was full of grain, many of which were freshly harvested wheat. The last cart was the heaviest, and the cowhide wheels wrapped around it were becoming loose. Two deep marks were pressed on the meadow.

These are all the corn that was smashed last year, and this year's first pot of corn shochu.

Without the red deer being an eyesore here, Han Xiaomo sat triumphantly on the bullock cart, with one long slender leg dangling by the side of the cart.

This time, it wasn’t Mao Xingjian who was a prodigal who brought food from the granary of the governor’s mansion for free. It was all harvested from Han Jin’s farmland. The trip to Apache made Mao Xingjian understand that these Indians have strong self-esteem and can rely on themselves. He would never accept other people's charity, if it wasn't for the fact that he was old with Chilu, and the crown prince had an attribute bonus for women, he might not have been able to give it away last time.

What's more, in fact, the six tribes in the north are not as poor as Mao Xingjian imagined!They really confirmed Mozi's theory that gold, stone and jade are not suitable for cold clothes and hunger. Don't look at each of them. They have competed with the Aztec empire that ruled Central America before, and then went to plunder to replace them. The Spanish plantation, there are quite a lot of treasures on hand in Liubu North.

Like cups made of silver, kettles inlaid with precious stones, Aztec gold coins, various gold masks, accessories, bird heads, animal statues, these treasures, several tribes kept them as trophies. At least, not to mention the artistic value of these precious metals, the weight of Apache's gold alone must be more than one hundred kilograms.

There are more than 7000 people in the Apache department, and the price of gold is about 300 yuan per gram. On average, one person has 800 yuan, and if converted into three or four yuan of rice, one person can have more than 500 catties. Five stones of grain is enough for two years.

This is not counting the larger amount of silver and rare emeralds and diamonds. In addition, the large number of wild animal furs they hunt are also extremely popular items. If they were in Ming Dynasty, these people would have made a fortune long ago. The Apaches are typical. The type of starving with money.

The same goes for the other tribes.

To be honest, Mao Xingjian is the one who puts the most emphasis on agriculture and business, but now, in order to take care of the bad temper of the southern tribes and stabilize the situation, he, the prince, can only condescend to take the initiative to be a businessman and second-hand dealer this time. Mao Jue hopes that he will Unknowingly, Mao Xingjian has been forced to learn the compromise he learned.

It is good to have the inner ghost of the Apache tribe. Under the leadership of several guides sent by Red Deer, the caravan found the largest Cheyenne tribe very easily, which was almost exactly the same as the encounter with the Apache tribe. The tribal hunting team stopped the caravan first, and the group was taken to the tribe's settlement immediately.

But this time, Mao Xingjian saw something different. The Cheyenne tribe was actually much more advanced than the Apache tribe. There were more than 5000 people living in a large camp. You must know that there was no agricultural and animal husbandry supply. It is already quite difficult for the red deer of the mountain lion tribe to feed less than 2000 people on the territory. The old people and children are hungry and yellow and emaciated. With such a large population, the hunting efficiency of the main Cheyenne tribe is quite high.

In addition, wooden fences were made around to prevent wild animals from invading. Inside the camp, simple houses were also built with wood. Although compared with the house carefully built by the Snake River with the help of the Ming carpenter brought by Mao Xingjian, it is not as good as here. It's thousands of miles away, but it's much better than those Apaches who only live in a few cowhide tents.

Not long after the caravan entered the camp, there was another rattling sound. A dozen or so Cheyenne warriors with tall feather crowns came back riding western war horses. On the stretcher made of wood, there was actually a brown bear that weighed almost a ton.

There weren't many wounds on the bear, only a few holes in his head. Even if he hadn't played with guns much, Mao Xingjian knew that these must be holes.

It seems that the military strength of the Cheyenne people is higher than that of the Apache people.

Thanks to Mao Xingjian's righteous deed of releasing the captives, many Xiayan people were also released. They didn't embarrass the prince, and directly led him, Han Jinnong, Han Xiaomo and his party to the big elder tent built of wood and covered with cowhide.

This chief of the Cheyenne Tribe is the big horn of the Huangsha Tribe, and the Indians really lived up to their name. They didn’t wear a feather crown. On this chief’s head was half a bull’s skull connected to two extra large horns, which were tied firmly with tendons. On his fine and messy hair, judging by his complexion, the chief should be in his fifties or sixties. He also has a square face that is common to Indian warriors. There are intertwined wrinkles on his face, and there is even a scar stretching from the right side of his face to the corner of his mouth. , adding a bit of ferocious look to the patriarch.

The crown prince has attribute bonuses for women, but not for men. The great chief was suppressing his anger, and roared extremely violently.

"Cowardly and insignificant Sioux, what are you doing in our Cheyenne territory?"

There are more than one million Indians in North America, but there are more than 30 languages. However, the pronunciation and meaning are quite similar between languages. The distance between the two is somewhat similar to dialects. Mao Xingjian could barely understand Su language and Apache language. He was not humble and said nothing. Sitting on the opposite side, he also held his head arrogantly.

"First of all, the territory under your feet belongs to the Sioux people! The cowardly and small Sioux people you speak of just beat the shit out of you at the mouth of the Snake River. Secondly, this trip alone represents the three gods of corn to save Yours!"

As soon as these words came out, a group of Cheyenne chiefs and wizards became buzzing. Many people seemed to be angry, but there were also many people who showed fear. After taking the eggs, the power of thousands of cows charging together is indeed appalling.

After a few words of argument, Dajiao stood up abruptly out of embarrassment, pointed at Mao Xingjian's nose and growled.

"The Cheyenne tribe is the owner of this hunting ground. It won't be long before the Cheyenne tribe will make a comeback and return the kindness and cruelty that the Su people showed to the Cheyenne people. We will also castrate half of your soldiers and half of the women. Put a nose ring on your nose and drive you out of this land! Take your cowardly corn god and go back to the Sioux!"

ba da~

Mao Xingjian didn't respond to his irritability, but Mao Xingjian's small action made the chiefs of the entire Cheyenne tribe quiet down. The kerosene lighter that had made meritorious service several times was dancing in his hand with dazzling small flames, which looked very special in the dim elders' tent. The eyes are bright, staring at the running fire, the eyes of those rough and manic hunters are straight.

One by one of my tribe claims to be able to communicate with the dead and summon wizards who can summon heavy rain and violent sand, and they don't have the ability to conjure fire out of thin air with one hand. Their eyes, as if under hypnosis, follow the beating of the flames in Mao Xingjian's hand. beat.

After a click, the lighter was turned off again by Mao Xingjian. As soon as the light went out, those fascinated Cheyenne patriarchs trembled uncontrollably as if they had been awakened. This hand shook the entire aura. Shaking the lighter, Mao Xingjian hummed proudly.

"Bighorn chief, don't talk too much! You and the Apaches have never crossed our Snake River. Now that the Apaches have joined the Sioux alliance, how sure are you that you can defeat the Sioux?" And now the prey is still abundant in autumn. Once winter comes, the sky is cold and everything is cultivated, how much prey can you eat to satisfy your hunger? Even if you have prey, what about the Blackfoot? What about the Shoshone and the Zuni? ? If the Sioux provided them with food for the winter, do you think they would lean over to our Sioux, like the Apaches did!"

Pulling the Apache into the alliance was indeed a brilliant move. It tore apart the fragile alliance between the southern tribes. The ebb and flow of power also gave Mao Xingjian more confidence in the negotiations. Sure enough, listen. His sneer, the big horns that were as thick as a bear were stunned for a moment, and after a while, the other Cheyenne patriarchs started a heated discussion again.

For a long time, Dajiao didn't speak out again this time, and the one who spoke out was replaced by the Arbitration Chief of the Su people, who was also the great wizard Rattlesnake of the Huangsha Tribe. The harsh voice of the old wizard was like a rattlesnake wagging its tail, and it reached Mao Xingjian's ears in an unpleasant way.

"Sorcerer from the Sioux tribe, what conditions does the Sioux tribe want you to bring? Let the Cheyenne people withdraw from the Snake River?"

"No, on the contrary, the Sioux people welcome the Cheyenne people to settle down in Snake River. The only requirement is that in spring and autumn, the Cheyenne people also need to cultivate corn, rice and wheat like the Sioux people, and hand over [-]% of the harvest to the three gods of corn. Messenger, which is me, and the rest, you can enjoy yourself!"

"You want us to betray the Hunting God?"

The voice suddenly became sharper, but Mao Xingjian shook his head.

"The Su people don't care how the Cheyenne people worship the hunting gods. You don't even need to pay respect to the three gods of corn. What the Su people need is your offerings. Every summer and winter, you can still hunt, and this winter, the Sioux people will still go hunting." Food will be provided to you until next year's spring plowing is over."

"This winter, no one needs to starve to death!"

Having said that, Mao Xingjian stood up gracefully, patted his hands lightly, and said nonchalantly.

"There is no need to give an answer immediately. There are still nearly two months before the snow falls. You can slowly consider whether it is better to pay half of the time in exchange for food and clothing for the whole year, or pay half the price of the population and be driven out of the Snake River Plain by the Sioux. !"

After finishing talking, the prince had already left the door in a chic way, leaving behind a group of Cheyenne clan chiefs with their heads bowed, talking in low voices, but what Mao Xingjian didn't notice was that the black pupils and black eyes of this group of people were mixed with A pair of blue eyes, with beating pupils, full of excitement...

Chapter 8 and five. The step-by-step progression of the Prince

On the prairie, the lion is undoubtedly the top of the food chain. The real king is its prey, ranging from bison to small prairie rabbits. However, the mighty lion is not without weaknesses. The nearby gadfly couldn't do anything, even their fangs and claws couldn't kill the little bug, so they could only stare blankly.

Now the "Great Wizard" Mao Xingjian and the "egg-cutting witch" Han Xiaomo are like gadflies, bothering the Cheyenne people. The chiefs of the clan can't ignore them, and no one dares to touch them. The current prince is also more tactful than when he was a fledgling. A lot of excitement and trouble.

"Rice! This year's new rice! The best rice porridge!"

Han Xiaomo is back to her old profession, cook! The earthenware pot is gurgling, and the rice porridge mixed with fish, salt, and vegetable leaves is added with precious salt. I couldn't walk anymore, and I don't know who started it. A group of strong men surrounded the convoy of Han Jinlong, sitting on stools like a food street, drinking meat porridge.

Of course, these are Han Jinnong’s food, and it’s not free. Su Yu translated in front of the convoy. These Cheyenne people also realized that after drinking the porridge, they exchanged things from home one after another. In just a few days, Han Jinnong’s box was filled with gold coins, cat’s eyes, red sapphires, gold and silver utensils, all kinds of furs, beast’s claws, teeth, skulls, etc. He even accepts clean big buffalo bones.

However, he is a Ming people. Unlike those greedy Western colonists, under Mao Xingjian’s stare, Han Jinnong also tried his best to achieve fair trade. Mask, in his stupidity, Han Jinnong directly drove a whole cart to the tent where he lived, and unloaded more than ten shi of grain for him, filling up his house, never seen so much grain, Just made that Cheyenne hunter look stupid.

The news of the Cheyenne market also attracted nearby Zuni, Blackfoot and other tribes, and some tribe members even traveled hundreds of miles from the edge of the Great Salt Desert to exchange.

Food is the most precious treasure for North American Indians. While Mao Xingjian was helpless, the chiefs of Dajiao and other tribes were also happy to see what happened. They even organized a team of hunters to protect Han Jinnong who traveled to and from Snake Henan every day. Bullock carts in the north.