Chapter 223 Zhao Guang’s changes
“It’s not impossible to survive if you want to.”
Zhao Guang stood up and stood in Rimaimouxi like this, not afraid of him making an attack.
"I used to beg you, but now you are begging us. The situation is different, and the treatment is also different. What is that called, Mu Wu Zhe, is that the name?"
“Muwuzhe’s tribe is now under the control of his elder brother. Even the women can have two full meals a day, and they don’t have to do heavy work.”
Zhao Guang looked down at Rimaimou Xi and continued, "Now if you want to live, go work for my brother. Whether you are lucky enough to have enough to eat depends on your luck."
“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! I am willing to donate all the cattle and sheep in the clan...”
Rimaimouxi was overjoyed and kowtowed quickly.
When Zhao Guang heard this, he became furious and kicked Rimaimouxi directly out of the tent.
I could only hear shouts and curses coming from the camp: "At this point, do you think those cattle and sheep still belong to you? Get back here immediately and see how many of them you can save when the army arrives!"
“Sir, I said the wrong thing…”
Rimai Mouxi was kicked out of the tent, and just as he was about to crawl back, a hand held him down, and only a voice was heard saying: "This leader, Zhao Langjun told you to go back to the clan." Go inside."
Rimaimou Xi raised his head and saw that the young general who had been guarding outside was looking at him with a smile on his face and a gentle tone, but the hand on him told him clearly that without the permission of Mr. Zhao, he could no longer Enter the tent.
"I'll give you five days to think about it. If you still can't make up your mind after five days, your tribe will never think about grazing here. Get out of here!"
Zhao Guang's voice came from the camp again.
Obviously, he didn’t want to see this Rimai Mouxi again.
“Did you hear that? Chief, please.”
The young general stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. The meaning was obvious, asking him to leave the military camp as soon as possible.
Rimaimousi lowered his head and kowtowed a few more times, with a look of resentment in his eyes where no one else could see him.
“Jiang Shu, come in.”
After Rimaimou Xi left, Zhao Guang shouted in the camp.
“Zhao Sima, the young one is here.”
The young general was Jiang Shu. When he heard Zhao Guang shouting inside, his expression suddenly perked up. He quickly went in and said with cupped fists.
“Take a few people with you, follow that Rimaimouxi, find the foothold of their tribe, and then report back as soon as possible.”
“No!”
After Jiang Shu accepted the order, he tentatively said, "If Zhao Sima wants to arrest all of this tribe, I'm afraid this is not enough."
"Oh?" Zhao Guang looked at Jiang Shu and asked, "Why is it not enough?"
"Zhao Sima didn't know something. Everyone thought that the Hu people were not good at farming, but they didn't know that each of their tribes had a hidden place specially used to grow millet. Otherwise, the Hu people would just eat meat and drink milk, and their stomachs would be like iron. Yeah, I can’t stand it either.”
"When planting millets every spring, the Hu people would go to a fixed place, sow the seeds, leave some hands to watch, and come back to harvest in the autumn. Although it is not as careful as the Han people sowing, there is always some harvest. Together with the cattle and sheep, we can survive the winter.”
Jiang Shu stood there, with a smile on his face, but what he said was chilling.
“So, it is easy to destroy a clan, but it is not easy to prevent one person from being left behind.”
"Spring has begun now, and there is still more than a month before it is time to sow rice. According to the Hu people's practice, after leaving the mountains in spring, they have to return to the rice land to prepare for sowing seeds. In this way, the tribe's rice planting time The place shouldn’t be too far away.”
"If the Hu-headed people are unwilling to come after five days, they must leave this place and go to their tribe's farming land. There should still be their people there. So Zhao Sima only needs to let them go after five days, and he will be able to turn up."
Jiang Shu finally showed a cruel light in his eyes.
"good."
Zhao Guang stared at Jiang Shu with cold eyes, "I'll leave this matter to you. Once it's done, I will report the credit to my uncle. If something goes wrong, don't blame the ruthless military law."
“The villain takes orders!”
Jiang Shu promised loudly.
"This Jiang Shu is younger than us, but he has such vicious thoughts. No wonder my brother specially told us to use this person and be careful to guard against him."
After Zhao Guang watched Jiang Shu leave the camp, he sat down and said slowly, "If you use this person well, he will be of great use. But he has such a vicious mind at a young age. Before you understand him as a person, he is very useful." Don’t take it all seriously.”
As he said that, he glanced at the old man who was standing beside him and hesitated to speak. Zhao Guang smiled and said, "Third uncle, you don't have to look at me like this. These words were all taught to me by my elder brother. Besides, , I have been following my brother for such a long time, and I can always learn something."
To be honest, Zhao Guang now respects and is a little afraid of the brother he talks about.
Needless to say, respect, as long as you are next to your brother, who is not like this?
But what I was afraid of was my brother's unpredictable thoughts.
You may say that he is soft-hearted, but he is indeed.
In the eyes of others, is Liaoman considered a human being?
But look at that servant girl Amei, not only can she become a concubine, but she can also learn to read with him.
Not to mention the children of slaves, he was not only able to be humble, but also taught them with great patience.
It is true that he is hard-hearted.
Although he has never killed anyone with his own hands, his hands are stained with the blood of barbarians.
That woolen cloth is basically woven with the flesh and blood of barbarians.
At first, they only used lime to clean the wool. The Hu people's hands were soaked in lime water all day long, and they peeled off layers of skin and flesh.
If Sister Guan hadn't been able to bear it later and asked her brother to think of a way to make a wooden turntable specially designed to stir lime water, I'm afraid that the skin and flesh on some people's hands would have been so rotten that the bones were visible.
Not to mention those who were buried alive in the kiln.
I heard that a few days ago, in order to dig out the coal, the Hu people took nearly a hundred lives...
As a friend of his brother, Zhao Guang really felt that if he violated the law and offended the prime minister, at most he would be beheaded on the spot.
But if you offend your brother, life will be worse than death.
I don’t know where his hatred for the Hu people comes from.
Having seen and thought a lot, Zhao Guang’s thoughts changed a lot.
The old man who was called Third Uncle lowered his eyelids and said softly: "Looking at Erlang's appearance now, he has finally grown up a lot compared to before. If the head of the family knew about it, he would definitely be happy."
After hearing this, Zhao Guang smiled noncommittally and said, "Maybe. Your Excellency should be happy."
(End of this chapter)