Chapter 110 Qiang People
What Feng Yong really didn't expect was that Zhao Guang's IQ would suddenly skyrocket at this critical moment. According to my own opinion, he should be in a state of confusion at this time, and he should just listen to what others say.
Of course, Feng Yong had not thought of recalling the whole poem these days, but because of the bumps on the road, he had become very confused. He lay on the back of the cow and thought about it for so many days, that is, I remembered a few words from Liao Liao.
Before he finished memorizing it, he had not originally thought about saying the following verses, but Zhao Guang's words reminded him. Thinking that Guan Ji liked this article so much, he thought about it a little bit.
“I’m afraid that the road is too steep and the rocks are inaccessible. But I see mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest.”
Zhao Guang listened for a long time and heard nothing more. He had to ask: "No more?"
“That’s all I can think of.”
Hearing this, Zhao Guang suddenly looked disappointed. After thinking about it, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and said, "These three sentences are enough. It's just that I will ask my brother for help later. Please don't shirk it."
"What's up?"
Feng Yong was curious when he saw Zhao Guang looking like he was ready to die.
“But it cannot be said at this time.”
Zhao Guang secretly poked his head out, took a look at the two women who were still lively, quickly retracted his head, and smiled mysteriously at Feng Yong.
“Rimaimouxi, do you really not think about it anymore?”
On a high mountain not far from Yang'an Pass, Wang Ping asked the Qiang man next to him in a hoarse voice.
At this moment, Wang Ping's hair was disheveled, his face was haggard, and his beard was unkempt. The outermost clothes on his body looked like they were hung up by something, and they had almost turned into strips of cloth.
The Qiang man who was called Rimaimouxi wore his hair and clothes, with a few black lines drawn on his exposed face, and was covered in sheepskin. Hearing Wang Ping's question, he shook his head: "Hemusi , you don’t need to persuade me anymore.”
"A few years ago, your Yi kings Pu Hu and Du Yi took their tribe to join the Han people. Don't forget that I advised you not to go. Now they have been rewarded by the Han people, but their subordinates The people in the tribe were either dragged away to fight with the Han people, or separated by the Han people, and almost all of them are gone. Now it seems that this is a conspiracy of the Han people."
“Don’t forget, even you were almost killed by the Han general. Why are you still working for the Han people now?”
Wang Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't, because he knew what the other party said was the truth, so he had to avoid the topic, "Rimai Mouxi, you should know that this world belongs to the Han people after all. If it were okay for those monarchs who had been canonized by Han emperors for generations, the Han people would not be too harsh on their tribes."
“But a tribe like yours that no one cares about, although it is larger than other tribes, hides in the mountains all year round, how can it come out?”
Rimaimou Xi pointed to the east, looked at Wang Ping, and said, "He Muxi, you have changed. You have been with the Han people for many years, and you have become like the Han people, always telling lies. Don’t think I don’t know that the Han people are at war now, and many people die every year. There are not many Han people left in Hanzhong over there.”
"If there wasn't a very powerful general in Hanzhong, we Erma people should be able to defeat it. You may not know that we Erma people went to fight there many years ago and even killed a high-ranking official there. Killed."
"Rimai Mouxi, your idea is very dangerous. Someone told me that in the next few years, various tribes near Hanzhong will be in danger, so it is best to find a backer. He is a disciple of an expert, and he has Ever since I've known him, what he said and what he did have never been missed. If you really don't want to go, then don't get involved in those things, okay?"
"He Muxi, I understand." Rimaimou Xi waved his hand perfunctorily, "Winter is coming soon, and I am going to let the tribesmen drive their cattle and sheep to spend the winter in the deep mountains of the south. If you still want this time For that cheese, just give me some more salt, and clothes too."
Wang Ping sighed and said, "Okay then. You have to wait for me for a few days this time, wait until I go back to prepare, and then I will bring something to exchange with you."
“You’d better hurry up. I can’t wait that long.”
At this time, a Qiang man walked out from behind them, with the same disheveled hair and sheepskin, but his face looked clean.
He came over with some timidity and reminded: "He Muxi, the sun has set to the west. Let's leave quickly, otherwise we won't be able to reach the end of the field before dark today."
Rimaimousi looked at the Qiang people with contempt in his eyes and said sarcastically: "Muwuzhe, you have really insulted your name. Why do you think you will join the Han people?"
Wang Ping on the side looked a little ugly after hearing this.
There was sadness on Muzhe's face: "Rimai Mouxi, your tribe is big, so of course you don't know the suffering of our small tribe. A few days ago, a tribe came from the north. They called themselves Muzhi, and they said they were Shou. The emperor of the Han Dynasty in the north came here to collect taxes, and wanted to rob all our cattle and sheep, and also drove us to the north to herd their sheep."
"We couldn't defeat them, so we had to run away. However, many cattle and sheep were robbed, and many warriors from the tribe died. If I didn't go to the Han people, we wouldn't be able to survive this winter."
When Rimaimouxi heard this, his eyes rolled a few times. After thinking about it, he didn't care about Wang Ping being around at the moment, and said to Muwuzhe loudly: "You can take refuge in me. My cow There are still many sheep, enough to feed the whole winter."
Muwuzhe glanced at Wang Ping.
Wang Ping didn't look at him, as if he hadn't heard anything. He just looked into the distance, his face so gloomy that it was about to drip.
Muwuzhe hesitated for a moment and said: "Rimai Mouxi, we don't have many cattle and sheep anymore, but there are still many women and children. Even if we follow you, many of them will die this winter. What do you think? Mu Xi said that the Han people over there promised to give us food and clothes, so I want to go there and visit."
Rimaimouxi, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to annex the Muwuzhe tribe, hesitated a little when he heard this. If it was summer, it would be okay, and he could think of ways to raise more cattle and sheep to get through it. But now it is almost winter, and the other party does not have many cattle and sheep. The cattle and sheep that my tribe has worked hard to raise for a year are eaten by others. I am afraid that the elders will have objections, so I have to press the button. This thought.
"Since you don't want to, then forget it." Rimaimou Xi pretended to be generous and said, "It's just that the Han people are very cunning, so you have to be careful."
“Thank you for your concern, Rimaimouxi, I understand.”
Wang Ping on the side secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Rimai Mouxi, since you don't listen to my advice, then I won't force it. If you suddenly figure it out in the future, you can come to me. Mu Wuzhe ,let's go."
“Then I won’t send it to you.”
(End of this chapter)