Hanhou

There was chaos in the grassland, and the Xiongnu killed them too hard. Xianbei didn't want to die, so he could only stand up and resist.

Before the war, Xianbei sent envoys to Ding Ling.Unfortunately, after waiting for several days, there was still no news.

It wasn't until the Xianbei and the Xiongnu fought against the Xiongnu, and the envoy who was seriously injured escaped by chance, fell in front of the leader, and reprimanded the Dingling people for being unfaithful, not to mention that they didn't plan to send troops, and even intercepted and killed the messenger.If it weren't for the fact that the tribe had a history of rebellion, it would be useless to report the news, and it would even attract suspicion, and maybe they would be tied up and sent to Longcheng.

"Dingling has no letter!"

The leaders of Xianbei's various ministries were furious, not because they were still fighting the Huns, they must summon warriors and Ding Ling to fight first.

Thinking back when the Dingling people were oppressed and contacted the various ministries of Xianbei to rebel together, they took up their knives without saying a word.

Now the Huns even Tu Xianbei and the grasslands have been dyed red. According to the original agreement, Ding Ling was asked to send troops to help, but it was fine if they didn't help, and they were clearly planning to stab in the back!

Seriously verify a sentence: the boat of friendship capsizes as soon as it is said, and there is no chance of saving it.

"Without Ding Ling sending troops, the number of warriors capable of fighting in each department is only [-]."

"How to fight this battle?"

The Xiongnu dominated the grasslands and were good at fighting.Even if it is not compared with the Maodu period, there are still more than 30 people who control strings.This is still a conservative estimate.

Adding up the barbarians from other tribes, the number can indeed overwhelm the headquarters. The key is that only Xianbei raised troops this time. , Di and other departments do not need to insert knives, and sending troops to support is purely a waste of thought.

Xianbei was isolated and helpless, surrendering was death, and not surrendering was death, so he could only fight desperately with the royal army alone.

"We must find a way." A leader lay cross-legged on the ground, his tall and strong body was like a hill.

"What can you think of?" another person sighed.

Although he decided to fight the Huns desperately, no one would be willing to die if he could live.

They began to envy the Qiang tribe who fled south.

I heard that these tribes escaped from the headquarters and returned to the Han Dynasty. Now they are nomadic in the Han border, not to mention how good their lives are.

When the battle started, a leader once mentioned that it might as well follow the example of Yeli and other tribes and lead the people to return to the south.

The Huns raised their knives and did not intend to put them down. They clearly wanted to drive Xianbei to extinction.The various ministries were unwilling to extend a helping hand, watching with cold eyes and even planning to stab in the back.In this case, the only way to survive is to go south.

Nai He is easier said than done.

At the beginning, when Han Qi pretended to be Xianbei, it was after careful consideration, and it was not just random grabbing of individual parts to top the tank.

First, the Xianbei tribes are located in the hinterland of the grassland, closest to the headquarters; second, Xianbei originated from Donghu, and among other tribes, its strength is at the top.In a real fight, it is a lie to destroy the Xiongnu, but it can always be done by disturbing the grassland.

The geographical location and population of the various tribes of Xianbei doomed them to not be able to leave early like the Qiang people, let alone avoid the pursuit of the Huns and successfully reach Hanbian.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do?!"

The leaders of the various ministries were full of worry, and their brows were so wrinkled that they could kill flies.

"Continue to fight, gather the warriors, add the old men who can fight, and withstand the main army. Move the women and children in the tribe and let them run south."

The priest who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

With an old face, a stooped figure, holding a bone staff in his hand, with drooping eyelids, he is dying, but no one dares to underestimate him.

Among the tribes of Xianbei, this priest is the oldest.

He experienced the Maodun period, witnessed the decline of Donghu, and was split into Wuhuan and Donghu under the power of the Xiongnu.Now that Xianbei is at a critical moment of life and death, his words carry the most weight, even overpowering the leaders of various ministries.

"Women can have children, and children can continue the tribe." The old priest arched his back and gasped for a few words, seemingly overwhelmed. "Men take up arms and fight the Huns. Tell everyone, don't hold the Fortunately, don’t think that the Huns will stop their horseshoes. If they can’t stop the Huns, Xianbei will be extinct, just like the disappearing barbarians.”

After the priest finished speaking, the tent fell into silence, and the atmosphere became more dignified.

"There are only women and children, but no men who can fight?" a leader asked.

The priest grinned and said hoarsely: "Of course there must be, but the number can't be too much. Xianbei is not a Qiang tribe, and there are few men, so Han people will be willing to accept it. If the Han people don't take them in, it will be Xianbei's fate. At that time, Just send women and children to Wuhuan, as long as they can live."

The leaders looked at each other, knowing that there was no other way. Under the auspices of the priest, they each cut their palms open, smeared blood on their faces, and swore an oath to fight to the death.

Afterwards, the priest sent a letter to the various tribes to find out all the Han people in the tribe, give them clothes and water, and followed the women and children to the south.Three thousand warriors were selected again, and a large amount of cattle and sheep, food and treasured gold and jade were sent to the border county.

"If you want to take refuge in the Han people, you must show sincerity. Rather than giving it to the Huns, it is better to give it to the Han people, and it can also change a way of life for the tribesmen."

Xianbei on the prairie made two-handed preparations. Most of the warriors stayed behind to fight the Huns, and the elders of the tribe also grabbed their weapons and went to the battlefield.Women and children took the opportunity to flee south, hoping to keep the fire for the tribe.

Because the road was blocked by heavy snow and the battle took place in the hinterland of the grassland, it was inevitable that Bian County's information would be delayed.

When the tribes of Xianbei began to fight desperately and the grassland was bleeding into rivers, the counties in the frontier fortress had just received the news of the Xiongnu's mobilization of troops.Naturally, they would not know that tens of thousands of Xianbei were leaving their familiar pastures and starting to migrate south.

In mid-January, Zhao Jia and Wei Yue arrived in Yunzhong.

Due to heavy snow and strong winds on the way, the team was once trapped in the wilderness.It took twice as long to return to the county.

After arriving at the destination, the [-] troops entered the barracks to rest, and Zhao Jia and Wei Yue went to the prefect's mansion together, not only to report the passage of the fortress, but also to discuss the matter of salt production.

Wei Shang was very pleased to see the two people who had returned.After listening to all kinds of stories outside the Great Wall, he ordered his secretary to write down the soldiers who died in battle and send the list to the king's register.

"The sacrifice will be held in five days."

"promise!"

The battle took place in the hinterland of the grassland, and the bones of those who died in the battle could not be brought back, so they had to be buried on the spot.Before the burial, a strand of hair from the deceased will be cut off, brought back to the county, and burned and buried after the sacrifice.

This is the method of summoning the soul, so that the heroic soul can return home.

"The matter of making salt, don't rush it." Wei Shang pondered for a moment, and said, "I will write to Yuyang, and when the salt truck arrives, I will send it to the livestock farm. Remember not to spread the news outside, and everything you need will come from the mansion."

"promise!"

Zhao Jia had made up his mind a long time ago, even if Prefect Wei didn't send someone, he would take the initiative to speak up.Without Wei Shi in the middle, he couldn't keep the method of making salt.

In addition, the salt field is now controlled by a noble family, and in the reign of Emperor Wu, all salt and iron will be nationalized.Although there are still a few years, it is always necessary to prevent in advance.

He doesn't care what Mrs. Peng does, Wei Shang has great kindness to him. It can be said that without the care of Wei Taishou, he would not be where he is today.Knowing that the salt field would be a pit in the future, he naturally couldn't keep silent.

Stop if you earn enough profit, and save your life first.

Before he could speak, Wei Shang took the bamboo slips from the shelf and asked Zhao Jia to explain the salt making method in detail, and said: "After the salt is delivered, arrange craftsmen to try it. If possible, this method should be presented to the imperial court."

"Dedicated to the court?"

"Yes." Wei Shang unfolded the bamboo slips and said in a deep voice, "If the method Ah Duo said can be realized, the profits will be huge. We don't have to worry about scarcity but inequality. Only the emperor can avoid the disaster."

The aristocratic family is also uneven, some people are so focused on getting into the eyes of money that they don't need to be shameless.The Jinan tyrants who have been covered in pots are typical.Compared with these powerful giants, Zhang Tong and his like are nothing more than ants.

Even Wei Shang may not be able to hold on to several alliances.

The Peng family is definitely a relative by marriage, but in the face of interests and pressure, it is hard to guarantee what choice he will make.Only by presenting this method and building a good impression in front of the emperor can Zhao Jia's safety be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Donate the cornucopia, but also smile to say that you have not lost money, it is completely earned.It sounds unbelievable, but with the current situation, it really has to be done.

After experiencing life and death on the battlefield, Zhao Jia's temperament became more and more stable.Knowing that Wei Shang would not harm him, he immediately said seriously: "Everything is according to the envoy's orders."

To be honest, his starting point is to enrich the national treasury and earn some dividends by the way.

Salt cannot always be privately owned, it must be returned to the court.Wei Shang's proposal was just a step ahead, and he could gain a wave of goodwill in front of Emperor Jing and Emperor Wu, so it wasn't too much of a disadvantage.

Moreover, with this memorial, Wei and Zhao Jia are invincible.

Wei Shang doesn't know history, but he knows the emperor's heart well.It was clear that he saw the problem of salt and iron, so he made such a move.

As long as Emperor Jing and the Crown Prince's favor is in place, no matter what actions the court takes in the future, the Wei family will definitely not be affected.If the Wei family does not fall, it will be able to protect Zhao Jia, and even give Peng a favor.

Therefore, ginger is old and spicy, and you can't accept it.

After recording the method of making salt, Wei Shang sealed the bamboo slips, wrapped them in silk cloth with his own hands, and put them in the box.

After the maid served the hot soup, and mentioned the memorial that Zhidu had sent to Chang'an, the words revealed that although the military exploits were great, it was a pity that the head could not be verified. The imperial court would reward and reward many, but Zhao Jia The title may not necessarily rise.

Zhao Jia looked at it openly and didn't think it was a pity.

After all, he is still young, and he is now a nobleman, plus he was promoted to county lieutenant before he was born, so it may not be a good thing to be promoted too fast.

After talking about business, Taishou Wei stayed with Zhao Jia for dinner and stayed in the mansion, and returned to the livestock farm tomorrow.

Zhao Jia originally thought that when he returned to the county, he and Wei Yue would be back to normal.Not wanting to go to bed, the third son of Wei insisted on staying, saying that Zhao Jia's injury was not healed, and he could feel at ease by watching from the sidelines.

Under the dim light, the corners of Wei Yue's lips curled up slightly, with a smile in her eyes, she was unparalleled in elegance.

After two seconds of silence, Zhao Jia raised his head and sighed.

After sighing, he took another look at the Third Young Master Wei under the lamp, and pressed his eyebrows helplessly.He could clearly feel that his willpower was getting weaker and weaker, and the high walls that had been built over the years had faint cracks, and he did not know when they would collapse.

Can he bear the consequences of the collapse of the wall?

Zhao Jia had no answer.

Seeing Zhao Jia's expression, Wei Yue put away her smile and said seriously, "Ado can trust me?"

"I believe in the third son." Zhao Jia blurted out the words without thinking.

"Okay." Wei Yue nodded, and the smile returned to her eyes, "I will live up to Hoduo's heart."

Zhao Jia was stunned for a moment, met Wei Yue's eyes, and suddenly had a strange thought: Do the two of them mean the same thing?Was he accidentally tricked?

After resting for the night, Zhao Jia bid farewell to Wei Taishou and returned to the county with his servants and soldiers.

Wei Yue gathered the cavalry and returned to the fort that day.

During his absence, some of the returned Hu people became less honest.Liubai Yunzhongqi arrived at the camp, but did not enter the camp immediately, but rode his horse into the Qiang tribe, and picked out the dishonest Hu people one by one according to the information provided by the city officials.

Dissatisfied?

Well, mount your horse and speak with your sword.

When the battle was over, all the provocative barbarians fell off their horses and were trampled over by the horses' hooves. They died on the spot before they could scream.

If you want to tame the wolves, it is useless to educate them. You must resort to iron and blood and use the blade to let the other party know that the Han people do not owe them anything.On the contrary, they took refuge in the border county to avoid the pursuit of the Huns.

It's only been a few good days, and he started to be dishonest, taking advantage of Wei Yue's absence to make trouble.

Don't re-educate people and wait to make progress?

Strange thing to say, a group of Hu people who provoked the trouble were killed, and the rest didn't object and refused to speak out.

In this regard, Wei Yue just raised his eyebrows, shook off the bloodstains on the knife, and pointed out hundreds of Qiang cavalry. The barbarian caravan.

All the spoils belong to the Qiang cavalry.

The Qiang people benefited, and there was no need for Wei Yue to do anything, and they dealt with a group of people when they went back.

If you go back to the grassland, you will be killed by the Huns. If you stay in Han, you will eat delicious food, make money in business, and occasionally earn some extra money.

No matter what their origins, these people who agitate the tribe have bad intentions and must be killed!