Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 94 on methods of grazing

  What did I ask Wang Ping to do? Looking for Qiang people, why are you looking for Qiang people? Graze me. And now this Li Yi told me that he can provide horses?

   Don't underestimate the pony horse, after all, they have left their names in history. So, a Yunnan horse is also a horse!

  Feng Yong thought about it, and thought to himself, could there really be a destiny in this world? Then I thought of the story of Wang Mang, the predecessor of the time traveler, and Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, and shuddered in my heart. Forget it, I'd better go to Hanzhong to herd well.

   "How many horses does Mr. Li have?"

   "Ten horses should be enough for this trip to Hanzhong, right?"

   "Aren't there fifty horses?"

  The corners of Li Yi's mouth twitched, this Feng Langjun is really... generous, he thought that it was enough to show his sincerity by sending ten horses, but he didn't expect the other party to ask for fifty horses as soon as he opened his mouth.

   "To tell the truth," Li Yi shook his head with a wry smile, "There is a shortage of horses in Sichuan. Although this Yunnan horse is produced in Nanzhong, it is not easy to get, not to mention that it is now a time of rebellion..."

   I remembered that when I first came to Feng's mansion, I was also taken aback by the "magnificence" of Feng Langjun in front of me. I originally offered 1,000 guan, but the other party called for 30,000 guan. I didn't know it was a joke until later, but this time, it couldn't be true and there was a misunderstanding, right?

  Thinking of this, Li Yi asked tentatively: "Feng Langjun wants so many horses, does he have some other plans?"

  Feng Yong looked at Li Yi with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Li Langjun is really a smart person."

   "Can you talk to Li?" Li Yi leaned over, looking very interested.

I can’t help but be interested, not to mention anything else, just the slave selling that I personally experienced... oh, it’s about the captives, I don’t know how he and the prime minister talked about it, but in the end it even got involved in Hanzhong’s reclamation. Relationship, I really don't know where this person's exquisite thoughts come from - it's just a bit too vicious.

  The nomads in the north have been continuously plundering south since the beginning of history. When the Central Plains dynasty was strong, they would often beat them all over the ground looking for their teeth, cutting them off one crop after another like cutting leeks. But whenever the Central Plains dynasty declines, they will continue to go south to rob like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

   Is it really because of the savage nature and the fearlessness of death?

  Of course not. If they were really not afraid of death, they would not have surrendered to the Central Plains again and again. On the contrary, they are too afraid of death, because if they don't go south, they will starve to death.

  The descendants of Yanhuang can be said to be the only ones favored by heaven: they occupy the plains formed by the alluvial of several rivers, and these plains are large in size, and they are all in areas with a warm climate and suitable for farming, enough to toss for thousands of years.

  This geographical advantage is rare even in the world. Therefore, even in the backward ancient times, they had the confidence to say "Don't seize the time for a field of a hundred acres, and a family of a few can live without hunger".

   But you try to put these words on the grassland? In ancient times when there was no silage technology, no knowledge of rotational grazing, and people only knew how to live by water, a hundred acres of grassland could raise a few cattle and sheep, but it certainly couldn't support a single person.

  So the grassland is so big, you can live freely, but die faster.

   It sounds nice to say that cattle and sheep are low when the wind blows the grass, but that is when there is grass. In winter, when a white disaster strikes, not to mention livestock, even people have to obediently wait to die.

  In the ancient northern nomads, a tribe huddled together for warmth in winter, placing the young and strong in the middle and the old and weak on the outside. In other words, if the old and the weak can't stand it anymore, they should die first, and just leave the young and strong.

  In this way, not only the vitality of the clan is left, but also the population can be reduced to avoid excessive consumption of rations—the concept of natural selection is vividly expressed here. So if they don't go south to rob, how can they survive?

  At that time, Feng Yong’s garrison troops were surrounded by deserts, but there was a small village tens of kilometers away from the garrison. Once, the army had a military-civilian fish-water relationship with that small village, and some people were pulled over to help the villagers build the feed silage cellar.

  There are only a few families in the village, and each family raises more than a dozen sheep. Basically, the whole family’s income depends on these sheep.

  As a southerner, Feng Yong curiously asked a very idiotic question: why not raise more?

The old man, who looked to be in his sixties but was actually only in his forties, spoke half-baked Mandarin, pointed to the open space in the distance and said, "Well, there's not enough grass to eat, too many sheep!" Pointing to the tower-shaped fodder silo, "This is what we rely on in winter, otherwise the sheep will starve to death without food."

   With the development of silage technology, herdsmen have to carefully calculate the stock of livestock. Otherwise, if you raise them desperately, will you really think that cattle and sheep can grow up by drinking northwest wind? Not to mention the ancient times when there were as many cattle and sheep as there were grass growing in that field.

   Moreover, the Hu Yi and other northern nomads at that time had an additional cruel calculation: calculate the number of human beings surviving based on the number of cattle, sheep and food in their hands.

  Want to survive? Then go grab it! Can't get it? Then go to hell!

  So what Feng Yong wants to do now is to slightly change this backward herding method of running around the world, and change it into a circle-raising method. I don't know if such a hundred acres of grassland can support one person, but it is not a problem to double or triple the number of cattle and sheep.

  The knife flower flashed suddenly, and the silver light broke.

   A slight sound of "pop" sounded, and a wooden stick with a thick arm standing on the martial arts field swayed gently.

  Guan Ji carefully controlled her breath, the hands holding the knife were overexerted, and the veins on the back of the hands with some tiny scars popped up. When his breathing calmed down, the light of the knife flashed, and he swung the knife at the stick again with both hands...

  The wooden stick still didn't fall down this time, it just shook even more.

  At this time, one right hand stretched out to the top of the stick, held down the shaking stick, and then pinched a small piece of wood one inch thick from the top of the seemingly undisturbed and integrated stick.

  The small piece of wood cut by the knife was placed on the left hand, and the right hand stretched out again, and picked up another piece...

  The five-foot-high wooden stick, starting from the top, was split into thirteen pieces at a thickness of one inch at a time, but did not fall to the ground.

   "Aunt."

  Guan Ji saw who was coming, stopped her hands, and yelled.

  The prime minister's mansion is very similar to the mansions of many generals, that is, there is a martial arts field. It's just that this martial arts arena is a bit special, and the prime minister usually doesn't come here unless necessary. Because this martial arts arena was specially opened for the prime minister's wife, Guan Ji would often come here to practice martial arts, and sometimes the prime minister's wife would bring Zhang Xing over.

"Let's take a rest." Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji, touched the cut surface of the small wooden block with her fingers, and shook her head lightly, "This cut is getting rougher every time, which means that your mind is unstable. This practice is also a waste of practice. Let’s take a break to calm the distracting thoughts in our minds.”

   "Follow my aunt's order."

  Guan Ji put the knife away, and followed Huang Yueying to the rest area of ​​the training ground. A maid had already brought a bowl of soup.

  (end of this chapter)