Beiyang new warlord

Prince's Mansion.

With a thick leather hat on her head and a big padded jacket on her body, Han Xiaomo's nose was red from the cold. She looked like a village girl through and through. The black pearl sailor guards also cleaned up vigorously, piling up snowdrifts outside the wall one by one.

The work was in full swing, and this girl even took off her hat and threw it aside, her forehead, like a rising immortal, was emitting white breath.

Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Mao Xingjian, who had been a cat winter for several days, looked to the south with straight eyes as if he had lost his soul.

In the past few days, he has been feeling restless, so as soon as the snow stopped, Mao Xingjian sent a messenger to Nan'an impatiently, but even so, he still did not relieve the anxiety in his heart.

What he was worried about was not only how Chilu was doing, whether the Apache department was stable, but also his relationship with Chilu!If you ask yourself, Mao Xingjian doesn't hate and reject this self-reliant matriarch, but under the heavy Confucian ethics, he keeps secrets about the relationship between men and women, not to mention that he is still the prince of the Ming Empire, and his marriage is not just his own business!

Without the consent of Mao Jue and Chen Jiao, did he really marry Chi Lu, a foreign woman?In Mao Xingjian's mind, he could even see the minister of the court beating his chest and stamping his feet, furious.

ba da~

Just when Mao Xingjian was gloomy, a sheep was suddenly thrown up, right and wrong, and just smeared the prince's face, so he couldn't catch it, so he just sat on the ground and vomited several times. Then he stood up in annoyance, and looked down, but it was Han Xiaomo who bent over with a joyful smile.

"Eldest nephew, come down and have a snowball fight! It's fun!"

"Don't pour water on the stove!"

Shaking his head helplessly, with his hands behind his back, Mao Xingjian went back to the room with a straight face. Seeing his disappearing figure, Han Xiaomo grimaced in disappointment: "Stingy!"

Patting the snow on her body, the wild girl in the prairie was planning to show her prestige as a aunt, and went upstairs to grab her eldest nephew, but before she took two steps, there was a rush of wind behind her, and she turned her head in amazement, The crackling sheep almost buried Han Xiaomo in an instant.

There were bursts of laughing and laughing voices, and the immigrant children who had stopped classes for several days sneaked into the Prince's Mansion at some point. The sheep combo just now was undoubtedly their masterpiece, pointing at the snowman-like Han Xiaomo , a group of urchins jumped up and down like little monkeys, laughing non-stop!

"Dare to surprise Miss Han, whoa, don't run away!"

Angrily, she shook the snow on her body, and like a big child, the girl gritted her teeth and grabbed the sheep and jumped on it. While laughing, the whole yard was suddenly filled with sheep, and from time to time, some wild girl from the prairie was exaggerating. screams.

Pfft~ Another sheep was heavily smeared on the pillar, and the snow powder fell on the face of the prince who was sitting cross-legged below. He turned his head to look at the face covered with snow, opened his teeth and claws, and threw a little doll into it. The big witch Han in the snowdrift, Mao Xingjian once again shook his head helplessly.

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The heavens were awesome, and the sunny day lasted for another four or five days. Although the snow on the ground was still so hard, taking advantage of the sunny weather, some residents of Snake City excitedly went down the hill with their fishing rods, and went to Ice fishing started on the frozen river, and while Mao Xingjian was waiting anxiously, the messenger sent to the Apache finally returned.

"How? Have you met the Red Deer patriarch?"

Full of impatience, in the prince's hall on the first floor, Mao Xingjian ran over quickly without even wearing shoes, but quickly kneeling on the ground with a military salute, the red face of the sailor who was sent was shaking with difficulty. shook.

"I haven't seen it! I heard from the Apache clansmen that they haven't seen the chief of the Red Deer clan for several days!"

His heart skipped a beat, and Mao Xingjian couldn't help but staggered back half a step, but with his head down, the sailor messenger hurriedly reported again.

"However, the great wizard Hu Li of the mountain lion tribe asked the humble official to pass on important information to the prince. The fifth Blackfoot tribe of the Cheyenne people has decided to go north to meet the prince. It is said that after the snow stops, they will set off with the warriors and wizards of the tribe. It is estimated that we will be able to cross the river in two days!"

After the disappointment just now, this news made Mao Xingjian's heart shocked again!

"They are finally here!"

Chapter 8 Ten. The career pinnacle of the prince chapter

The disappearance of the red deer really worried Mao Xingjian, but at this moment he couldn't care less about looking for her or thinking about the relationship between the two of them.

There is nothing bigger than Cheyenne's Five Parts going north for an audience!

In this era, the population of North American Indians was about 100 million, and most of them lived on the vast plains from the central part to the east coast. Apart from the Sioux and Cheyenne, the tribes living in the rugged and towering mountains in the west were dozens of people. , a small tribe of hundreds of people, conquered the five tribes of Cheyenne, and 90.00% of the population of the vast western United States in later generations will be controlled by the Ming Dynasty in the new continent. The entire Snake River Plain was developed.

More people than the Yukon Governor's Mansion!At that time, Nurhachi created the Houjin, and it was only about the same population force. More importantly, this huge tribal alliance political body was formed by Mao Xingjian through his unremitting efforts, implementing the Confucian morals he learned, and not through large-scale conquest wars. Formed farming regime!

He proved to Mao Jue that he was right!

After all, Snake City was a city built by Mao Xingjian, and his will soon became the will of Snake City. In the next few days, the entire Snake City was busy and devoted to the upcoming welcome activities.

On the snow field, a large expanse of snow was cleared away, and amidst the creaking sound of the supporting wood, the thick canvas tent was suddenly propped up on the frozen land, serving as the residence of the coming five tribes of Cheyenne.

The forest line of the Rocky Mountains not far away suffered another disaster. Under Mao Xingjian's order, hundreds of strong immigrants had to leave their warm beds and go up the mountain to log. He fell to the ground with a crash, and was pulled down the mountain by the taming bulls of Snake City, and was hacked to pieces with the swing of an axe.

Such a big fanfare is just for the people of the five northern tribes to serve as fuel for the winter.

There are still remaining cotton clothes and quilts, regardless of whether the immigrants in the city need them or not, the stocks in several shops are all collected by Mao Xingjian, half bought and half requisitioned, and distributed to the bear's dense tent in advance.

There are also rice, noodles, fish, meat, barrels of grains placed under the city, strings of sun-dried salted fish and dried cured are hung on racks, and barrels of brewed corn shochu. The cigarettes that Mao Xingjian disliked so much were also neatly stacked on the table one by one. As long as he could recruit these southern tribes, Mao Xingjian would give everything he had.

With his eyes full and his heart full, he also focused on these tribesmen who were about to come. He changed his image of a nerd and aristocrat who usually doesn't leave the door. He personally stood in the Snake City City to direct and shout.

"Wrap the silk more densely!"

"The snowdrifts here are cleared, and no snow is allowed to exist all the way to the road below the mountain!"

"Send someone to the Sixth Division of the Su people. At the end of this month, all the patriarchs and wizards must gather in Snake City to entertain guests!"

"Look at these supplies, they are all for guests!"

With a click, Han Xiaomo mercilessly tapped the hand that stole the cigarette with a spoon. Seeing the girl's wide-eyed eyes, Girkinou resignedly withdrew her painful paw, muttering depressedly. Then he went to work again, next to the other end, Jin Lao Liu showed off the cigarette case he hid in his trouser pocket and stole it, which caused the tall and strong gold digger to mutter again in disbelief.

"Isn't it just a bunch of savages? As for?"

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However, there are still some forerunners. During Mao Xingjian’s grand preparations, he is the only armed force in Snake City. Shangguan Meng, the captain of the Black Pearl Marine Guard, couldn’t help but hurried to Mao Xingjian’s fitness side, cupping his fists in a low voice and worrying. .

"Prince, you must not have the heart to harm others, and you must have the heart to guard against others! The five clans who went north this time are all strong men. We entertain them in this empty snow field. If there is a conflict, it is really difficult to defend. I think it's better to be on guard against one or two!"

"Preparation? No need!"

He kept his eyes on the arranged venue, and hearing Shangguan Meng's worry, Mao Xingjian sneered, full of complacency, he laughed and shook his head.

"Except for Gu, no one can give these tribes such a rich life! The Apache tribe is their best example. It is too late for them to fawn on Gu, so how can they get dirty? There is no reason why there will be any conflicts! It's just some Drunk men making trouble, no, why did I put them all outside the city!"

"Your Highness!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian nonchalantly pointing at the small wooden building in the town not far behind, Shangguan Meng still bowed worriedly, but when he got here, Mao Xingjian was obviously impatient, and his tone became a little faster, impatiently Waving his hands at the snowdrifts in the distance.

"Okay, at worst, there are Sioux troops and Apaches to help us! If there is no trouble, go! Hurry up and work!"

After all, Shangguan Meng was not Song Yongzhong, he was Mao Xingjian's direct confidant, and after hearing what the crown prince said, he had no choice but to back down with his fists in his hands.

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The prince's full enthusiasm is all focused on welcoming the upcoming five clans, but the weather seems to be not good. Beginning on October 27, after nine consecutive days of clear skies, the sky was foggy and snowflakes floated. The road out was covered with a layer of hoarfrost again.

None of the tribal chiefs and tribal warriors who were supposed to arrive on the 28th came.But even if God was like this, Mao Xingjian’s enthusiasm did not dissipate. These days, he ordered many new wooden tables to be made. In the evening, he personally turned a big broom and followed the people to clean the venue of snow.

"The prince! The prince!"

An excited voice suddenly came, with a thick account book under his armpit, Chen Zao's glasses were covered in snowflakes and he didn't even bother to wipe them, but he ran over quickly with a pair of legs that were so tight.