I was a prince in ancient times

Meng Heming got the blueprint of the saddle that the spy had finally sent out, and he asked his subordinates to prepare the materials ecstatically.

He also personally went to select a group of craftsmen who knew how to do some crafts from among the captives of the Yong Dynasty people.

In the field of production, Yongchao people are better than their prairie people. A single piece of grass can make them play various tricks.

But the prairie people only live on horseback, wear thick and smelly leather, eat rough food, drink bitter bitter wine, and are called uncivilized barbarians by Yongchao people.

But so what?

No matter how strong and powerful the Yongchao people are, they are still beaten to death by this group of barbaric grassland people and reduced to their slaves.

Now there are only a few cities in the Yong Dynasty, but sooner or later, the entire Yong Dynasty will become their slaves.

At that time, no one will look down on them prairie people!

Meng Heming thought, and took a deep look at the tent that belonged to his father Khan.

As long as one day he can log in majestically and sit on that seat, no one will look down on him again.

Meng Heming took a deep breath of the cool night air, suppressed the darkness in his eyes, turned around and stepped into the night.

This night, because of a word from the second prince of the Grassland Department, it is destined to make the entire grassland sleepless.

Groups of people and horses galloped on the grassland, and they were going in all directions to collect materials for making saddles from the residents of the grassland people.

These are the confidantes of the second prince, and with their expectations for the second prince, they embarked on this road that they thought was their hope.

A group of people came to the tent of a nearby prairie family late at night, and woke up the male owner of the family.

Knowing that they came to collect leather, the host shook his head palely, "A caravan passed by a few days ago, and all the leather in my house has been sold."

This group of people didn't believe the words of the male owner, they broke into the male owner's house violently, frightened the wife, children and children of the male owner, and ransacked their house wantonly.

Sure enough, after finding out that there was nothing to gain, he believed the words of the hostess, and walked away viciously, leaving a mess everywhere.

This group of people was very fast, and quickly found the next home, but it was still the same as the previous home, no, they were all sold to the caravan.

One family, two families, three families, and soon they discovered a terrible fact that they could not receive a single piece of leather around the grassland area.

A few days ago, a caravan took away their entire grassland leather for the price of two bolts of cloth.

When they realized something was wrong, they could only ride back and report the matter to the second prince.

"Check it out for me! It's that caravan!" Meng Heming, who had just had a spark of hope in his heart, turned green with anger when he heard the news.

Before his fire started to burn, someone put out cold water for him, how could he not be angry.

He kicked over the low table in front of him, and the anger in his heart surged to his head.

If he knew it was the caravan, he would have to eat them alive.

"It was made by the Lu family caravan." Soon someone found the information.

"Arrest all the people in this caravan, I want them to not see the sun of tomorrow." Meng Heming just wanted to vent his anger, and he didn't want to think about anything else.

Although Meng Heming lost his mind, his subordinates were still awake. Hearing the words, he gently reminded, "Second Prince, this Lu family is not ordinary."

"What's unusual, a businessman can still challenge me." Meng Heming didn't hear the implication of his subordinate's words at all, and he was blindly arrogant.

The subordinate looked embarrassed, and had to speak more simply and straightforwardly, "Second Prince, this Lu family is the only caravan on the grassland recognized by the Great Khan, so it can't be moved easily."

Hearing the word profusely, Meng Heming calmed down a little, and asked with squinting eyes, "What do you mean?"

"This Lu family was originally just a small tribe in the eastern part of the grassland. It rose through mutual business with the Yongchao people to bring convenience to our grassland people. Every year, it would offer a lot of tea, exquisite ceramic cloth and sweat. If the second prince If you insist on going your own way, how can Da Khan explain it?"

Hearing this, Meng Heming's expression became ugly, he violently pulled out a scimitar from his waist, slashed a few times on the low table he had kicked over, and said angrily, "Is it true that I am a dignified second prince? Can't even a caravan do anything?"

Meng Heming was annoyed and angry.

Father Khan finally entrusted him with a matter. When such a situation happened, he went to report it. Father Khan would definitely think that he was not good at doing things and was even more disappointed with him. But if he did not report to Father Khan, a caravan could climb to the On his head, he couldn't bear the breath.

If it wasn't, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have military power in his hands, why would he be here, why would he be here!

The subordinate looked at Meng Heming who was venting to the low table, knelt down and begged, "Second Prince, there is a saying in the Yong Dynasty that if you can't bear it, you will make a big mess. Second Prince, please think again."

"I endure, haven't I endured enough?" Meng Heming slashed at the low table through gritted teeth, his eyes were red, "I have endured for so many years, what have I gained, it doesn't matter if my father doesn't like it, now I am alone You can do anything with a caravan, but I, the second prince, might as well be inappropriate."

After Meng Heming vented his anger fiercely, he restrained his temper and honestly went to report the matter to Meng Hewei.

As expected, Meng Hewei was so disappointed in Meng Heming that he didn't even look at the second son, and instead ordered someone to call the person in charge of the Lu family's caravan.

The person in charge of the Lujia caravan is an old man who is nearly 60 years old. He has the dark skin and gray hair unique to grassland people. What do people mean when they come here?"

"I heard that your family's caravan took away all the leather from our grassland?" Meng Hewei held a bowl of wine and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground with a half-smile. No one knew what he was thinking. What.

After hearing this, the old man replied honestly, "Hui Dahan, there is indeed such a thing."

"What are you buying so many leathers for?" Meng Hewei put down the wine bowl, the temperament around him changed suddenly, and the whole tent was filled with a murderous aura, which made people feel terrified.

The old man began to tremble all over, prostrated himself on the ground, and begged with snot and tears, "Khan, please forgive me, it is the merchants of the Yong Dynasty who suddenly increased their efforts to purchase leather, from the original one piece of cloth to The two pieces of cloth, the villain also noticed something wrong before, and reported it to Da Khan, but you said it was just some worthless skins, so you don’t need to tell you, the villain made his own opinion.”

"Really?" Meng Hewei's gaze changed, and he didn't remember this at all.

"Da Khan forgot, I mentioned it to Da Khan when the villain gave Da Khan a New Year's gift a few days ago..." The old man stopped talking, and he didn't say the rest, his wrinkled face was soaked. There were big beads of sweat, and a look of fear and bewilderment.

Meng Hewei narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, it seemed that something happened before the Chinese New Year, but at that time his mind was on the war, and he had no reflection on what the businessman said.

so what?

Meng Hewei looked at the trembling old man on the ground, without any sympathy in his eyes, and said indifferently, "The Lu family is an enemy, and their crimes should be punished. If they are paid by the Grassland Department, they will be exempted from their crimes, and only their property will be confiscated."

The old man was terrified, "Khan, you have been wronged, our Lu family has always been loyal to the grassland department, when will we surpass the enemy."

"You sold all the skins of our prairie people to the Yongchao people, so you are considered an enemy?" Meng Hewei's eyes turned cold, and Yiran lost his patience.

"But the leather is not worth much at all." The old man felt wronged and unbelievable. People on the grasslands do not care about the smelly leather. It is the dream of every family to exchange it for fine cloth. Khan said he became an enemy?

About the saddle, Meng Hewei didn't want to explain to the old man, seeing the old man's nose and tears, Meng Hewei lost interest, waved his hand, and asked someone to drag him out.

It is already considered kind of him to save a few lives of the caravans of their Lu family, and it is not their turn to act wildly in front of him.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Meng Hewei looked at the second son who didn't like him in the slightest and was more than a failure, and said coldly, "Do you have a remedy?"

"Back to Father Khan, my son has already sent people to the grassland tribes farther away to buy leather. It just takes time. Why don't we try to make a horse out of cloth?" Meng Heming also only got the blueprint of the saddle and didn't know the saddle. There is no difference between making it with leather and cloth, and the spy didn't explain anything, so it should be possible to use cloth...

Meng Hewei narrowed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he decided to give this son another chance, "Well, let's do it this way, there can be no more mistakes this time."

"Yes, my son must do well this time and live up to his father's expectations."

When the prairie people were busy, the soldiers of the Yong Dynasty reunited and reunited on the first day of the new year after the [-]th of the new year, and went to Jingcheng, which was occupied by the prairie department.

This time, it was Yong Chao who took the initiative to start a war against the grassland people. In order to ensure Xie Anlan's safety, Xie Cangming did not let him follow the army supervisor, but let him stay in Yicheng and wait for orders.

The mournful ox horns on the city wall whined, sending off the troops leaving under the city wall.

Xie Anlan stood on the city wall, watched off the soldiers one after another, and remained silent.

It wasn't until they were gone for a long, long time that he looked back and slowly crossed the city wall.

Because of the imminent war, this year has been extremely dull, and the whole Yicheng has returned to the dead silence of the past, gloomy like a dead city.

Feng Zhixian also knew that this would not work. In order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people in Yicheng, he discussed with Xie Anlan, and organized manpower to prepare for land reclamation on the third day of the new year.

It is not a small amount of work to reclaim such a large piece of wasteland in King Chen's land before the spring begins.

He almost sent people to every house in the countryside to inform.

Now it is still far away from spring plowing, and many farmers are idle at home doing nothing, just in time to send manpower to help open up wasteland.

It just so happens that there are some refugees around Yicheng who fled from Jingcheng and Weicheng, and this land reclamation can also give them a way out.

With a wave of his rich and powerful hands, he called on anyone who could work to accept them.

As a result, Yicheng became completely bustling. Every day outside the city gate, refugees who had heard the news from all directions gathered, and then the yamen servants uniformly assigned them to each of the divided wastelands to work.

While they were working, Xie Anlan turned on the system he hadn't turned on for a long time, quietly bought a batch of seeds, and mixed them with those collected by Chen Gui.

The author has something to say: poor health, severe hypoglycemia, dizzy head, a little less, I'm sorry everyone, I'll come back after two days when I get better.

感谢在2020-06-2023:53:17~2020-06-2222:03:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Moon Dance Qingyun;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of good night; 5 bottles of Shen Yuyan; 3 bottles of waiting every day; 1 bottle of Changhe Shen Xingxiao and Pei Zhentang Rui;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!