Chapter 694 Friends
Although Feng Yong originally had the idea of playing two shots if he had dates but no dates, he asked the bald man to settle in the West Sea.
It’s not me going anyway. Whether I can survive there or not is none of my business?
But this is not a purely well-intentioned suggestion. For the Bald Hair Ministry, it is nothing less than the holy word that saves the entire tribe.
So as far as Feng Yong’s personal relationship with the Bald Hair Division is concerned, or for the Bald Hair Division, Feng Yong is indeed the savior of the entire clan.
Even in the future, Feng Yong may be honored as Feng Gong by the Bald Ministry.
If one day, the Bald Hair Division will sweep across the entire Qinliang land like the Bald Hair Tree functional era in later generations.
And Feng Yong happened to be like Fu Xie, defending the city alone, or facing the entire Liangzhou rebel situation.
Probably he could get the same treatment as Fu Xie: the rebels on the opposite side begged him to leave, and even sent troops to see him leave safely.
But that is just his personal treatment.
It is impossible for the Tufa tribe to dare to rebel against Cao Wei at all costs when the tribes in the rear are still under the control of the Wei people because of him.
This is to put the tribe to death and ignore it.
Didn’t Fu Xie die in battle in the end?
So the bald part is the most common, that is, give Feng Yong some water in a sneaky way.
So when Feng Yong heard Bald-faced Khotan saying that he wanted to rebel before the battle, he took it as a flattery and ignored it.
As for his claim that he came here specifically to apologize, I can't believe it either.
At this moment, a servant came in with a jar of wine.
Feng Yong took it, signaled his servants to leave, and poured the wine for Bald Kheli himself.
Let the bald-faced Kheli feel a little frightened.
But he was quickly attracted by the rich aroma of wine.
“This wine tastes so good!”
The bald man shrugged his nose and couldn't help but say.
“Try it,” Feng Yong greeted. “This kind of wine can only be found here, and you can’t find it anywhere else.”
Seeing him impatiently holding the ear cup, Feng Yong kindly reminded him: "Drink carefully, this wine is very strong and will be very hot in your mouth."
Hearing the words, the bald man first put the ear cup under his nose and smelled it. He still couldn't believe that there was such a fine wine in the world.
He took a small sip hesitantly, and then Feng Yong saw that his nose, eyes and mouth were all wrinkled.
"ah…"
He exhaled first, then inhaled.
“If you are not used to drinking, forget it.”
Feng Yong was slightly disappointed.
Looking at it, people in this era are really not used to drinking this kind of strong liquor.
Unexpectedly, the bald man took another sip, and then he felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead.
One more bite…
The whole body seemed to become hot.
Although it has entered spring in Longxi now, the spring is cold and the weather is still cold. If you don't wear enough clothes, the cold will still invade your muscles and bones.
After two sips of strong wine, Bald-faced Khotan immediately took off the large piece of fur cloth he was wearing.
Then he reached out and saw that there was a cloth bag hanging inside the clothes.
Tufa Tie immediately took off the bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and pushed it in front of Feng Yong: "Feng Langjun, this is beef unique to the West Sea. It is made by the Qianghu over there after killing a long-haired cow and drying it in the sun." OK, try it."
As he spoke, he first reached in, grabbed a handful, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Chewed two pills, then picked up the ear cup and took a sip of wine.
Then he narrowed his eyes and praised loudly: "This kind of beef jerky, paired with this kind of rare wine in the world, it is really a supreme enjoyment."
Feng Yong's heart moved when he heard the long-haired cow he mentioned.
xihai, also known as Qinghai in later generations.
The long-haired cattle in Qinghai are most likely yaks.
After retiring from the army in the Northwest, due to work, I was lucky enough to eat semi-farmed yak, and it tasted really good.
The beef jerky marinated and air-dried with secret seasonings has a good chewy texture, a slightly sweet aroma, and a bit of spiciness. It is really unforgettable.
The so-called semi-breeding means that herders herd yaks in high mountains. They go down the mountains several times a year, and spend the rest of the time with the yaks on the high mountains.
At this moment, when he heard what Bald-faced Khotan said, he suddenly became salivating.
I wanted to reach out and pick up a few pills.
But when he saw the cloth that Bald-faced Kheli had taken off from his body, he didn't know if it was the same batch he had sold to him back then.
It has become so dark that its original appearance cannot be seen.
Looking at the cloth bag again, it is even more shiny because it has not been washed for a long time.
At that moment, he had to swallow his saliva and take his hand back.
Bald-haired Khotan immediately drank the wine in his ear cup and exhaled another breath of wine.
Feng Yong pointed to the wine jar on the table: "If you like to drink, drink more and pour it yourself."
Bald-haired Kheli was overjoyed when he heard this: "Feng Langjun, you are so generous!"
Feng Yong smiled slightly: "After drinking this wine, you can warm up your body. Especially on a snowy winter day, a sip of this fine wine will make you feel like a god."
Bald-faced Kheli seemed to have become accustomed to the stimulation of strong alcohol, and immediately poured the wine from the ear cup into his mouth.
He had been on an empty stomach all the way, but now he drank two glasses of strong wine in a row. He got drunk quickly and started to become a little drunk.
“Feng Langjun is absolutely right.” The bald man was enjoying the dizzy and ecstatic feeling, “This kind of fine wine is really a magical thing...”
Seeing his appearance, Feng Yong asked tentatively: "Balda Kheli, why are you here this time?"
“Of course I came here to apologize.”
Baldy Khotan immediately grabbed a handful of beef jerky, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely.
Feng Yong couldn't help but be a little surprised after hearing this: Could it be that he really thought wrong? This bald man actually respects himself so much?
“But the most important thing is to come and help Feng Langjun.”
The bald man immediately swallowed the meat in his mouth and said another sentence.
Feng Yong raised his eyebrows, "Help? What help?"
Bald-faced Tianli let out a wine belch and patted his chest: "Bald-haired man will always be Feng Langjun's best friend."
Hmm, what next?
Feng Yong looked at Bald Kaoli quietly, watching him prepare to reveal the true purpose of his trip.
"I know that the Han Dynasty really wants to defeat the Wei people in Liangzhou. What happened last time, our tribe had no choice but to become the enemy of the Han Dynasty."
“So this time, in order to make up for the mistakes we made before, we are willing to help the Han Dynasty regain Longxi.”
Feng Yong was finally moved when he heard these words.
"Didn't you say that your tribe is in the West Sea and must obey the orders of the Wei people?"
It’s so touching!
I blamed you wrongly before!
I heard the bald man continue to say: "Feng Langjun, you don't know something. The food harvest in Liangzhou failed last year, and we can't get food from the Wei people."
“We had no choice but to cross the river to Longxi in order to prevent the tribesmen from starving to death, hoping to grab some food from the Qiang people.”
Longxi?
When Feng Yong heard this, his heart skipped a beat: "Longxi? Your tribe has already arrived in Longxi?"
Bald-haired Tianli nodded and said proudly: "That's right. Not only did we arrive in Longxi, but we also received the blessing of God, which allowed us to easily rob many Qiang and Hu tribes on the Panghan side."
When Feng Yong heard this, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "Damn it! It was you who entered Longxi from the southwest and plundered the Qiang and Hu in the Panghan area?"
Of course you can relax, damn, the main Qiang and Hu forces are all on Didao's side!
“What the **** is that?”
Bald-haired Khotan asked.
Feng Yong poured him another glass of wine: "Here, let's drink first."
Feng Langjun personally poured the wine to persuade him to drink. Bald-faced Kheli did not dare to neglect and drank it quickly.
At no time did he notice the flickering eyes in Feng Langjun's eyes.
Like Li!
It turns out to be you!
I have good intentions to show you a clear path, but you actually cut my hair off!
Seeing that the bald Khotan was getting more drunk, Feng Yong took a deep breath and asked again: "Didn't you say that you came here this time to help the big man? Why did you go to **** the Qiang Hu from Pan Han again?"
The bald man shook his head and said vaguely: "It's just a convenience. It's just a robbery. In fact, we mainly want to help the big man..."
I'm afraid it's mainly robbery, and also a mercenary on the side?
Feng Yong glanced sideways at the bald Khotan with wandering eyes, and knocked on the table gently.
He pondered for a while and then said: "Aren't you afraid that the Wei people in Liangzhou will cause trouble for you if you do this?"
“So we can only help the Han to defeat the Qiang and Hu in Longxi, but we cannot attack Wei’s cities ourselves.”
Bald-haired Khotan replied immediately.
“The Wei people in Liangzhou, don’t they care about you now?”
Feng Yong suddenly asked.
The bald man was stunned for a moment.
“I mean, are the Wei people in Liangzhou no longer able to control you?”
Feng Yong stared at the bald Khotan and asked in a more serious tone.
Bald-faced Kheli did not dare to lie to Feng Yong: "Yes. That's why we dared to go south to see if we could find pasture for the winter in Pouhan."
What a beautiful thought!
Feng Yong sneered in his heart.
“Balda Kheli, you have to know that Wuhan has been the territory of the Han Dynasty since ancient times, well, hundreds of years ago, and you want to graze there...”
Feng Yong paused for a moment when he said this.
Bald-haired Tianli heard this and asked anxiously: "But Feng Langjun, hasn't that place been abandoned by the Wei people?"
“Cao Wei are traitors, how can they represent the Han Dynasty?”
Feng Yongzhen retorted plausibly.
“But, but...”
Bald-haired Khotan stood "but" for a long time, but was speechless.
It is rare for him to know how to distinguish between Wei and Han people.
As for the complicated relationship between the Wei people and the Han people, how could he sort it out at once?
Now the Wei people in Liangzhou are unable to control Longxi, and Feng Langjun has stationed troops in Shouyang, making it clear that he wants to march westward.
His original intention when he came this time was to offer help to the big man, and then take the opportunity to obtain the promise from the big man to settle down in Panhan.
It is rare to irrigate the large summer water and the river. The land is fertile, the water grass is rich, and it is also a good place for winter. It is a natural pasture, which is better than expected.
If the Han Dynasty and the tribes attacked the Qiang and Hu from the east and west, the Qiang and Hu in the Han Dynasty would not be a problem at all.
In this way, the big man got Didao, and his own tribe got the pasture of Fanhan, and each got his own place.
Unexpectedly, Feng Langjun said that he wanted to re-incorporate Wuhan into the territory of the Han Dynasty and refused to allow them to graze in Wuhan. What would they do?
If it had been someone else, the worst case scenario would have been to just shoot him down.
But facing Feng Langjun, how can we do whatever we want?
Feng Yong was frightened to wake up when he saw how drunk he was.
Then he continued: "Balda Kheli, you just said that you thought of going south because you didn't have enough food to eat in the winter?"
“Exactly.”
Feng Yong nodded, and then leaned forward slightly: "Did you know? In fact, I have a way to raise cattle, sheep and horses, so that your people don't have to worry about white disasters."
White disaster is a heavy snowstorm that the nomads cannot bear.
After a white disaster, not to mention cattle, sheep and horses, even some people will not be able to survive it.
It is not impossible for smaller tribes to be directly wiped out by natural disasters after eating up all their stored grain, cattle and sheep.
“As long as you do it according to my method, you can not only raise more cattle and sheep, but also have a place to settle down for the winter.”
Bald-haired Kheli heard this, and his body suddenly trembled.
He stammered: "Could it be that Feng Langjun was joking with a villain? How can there be such good things in the world?"
Feng Yong leaned back and asked casually: "You came to Longyou with the Wei people last year. Have you ever heard that the Qiang and Hu people in Longyou suddenly rebelled against the Wei people?"
“Naturally heard.”
Hao Zhao led the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry and did not dare to go deep into Tianshui, Nan'an easily. He could only enter Longxi and pass through Xiangwu City.
It is because in these two places, both Han and Qiang, they all responded to the Han.
Bald-faced Kheli naturally knows this.
“Then do you know why the Hu people in Longyou rebelled?”
Feng Yong looked at Bald Khotan with a proud look in his eyes.
“I vaguely heard that it was because of Feng Langjun.”
Balda Tianli felt his heart beating loudly.
"Then you know that now I am in charge of all the affairs of the Qiang and Hu people in Longyou? Those Hu people will follow my orders as long as they are given. Why do you think so?"
"Because as long as they follow my instructions and graze in the pastures I have divided, they can live a good life without worrying about food and clothing."
Feng Yong came over again, his voice low and full of temptation, like the whisper of a devil: "In the past few years, you guys, the bald people, have gone through all the hardships, but you have not been able to find a place to stay."
“Back then I was able to make you settle down, and now I can also find a way to make sure you have enough food and clothing.”
Bald-haired Tianli swallowed: "But, but, Feng Langjun, if we don't go nomadic, where will there be so much grass for cattle and sheep to eat?"
“I can grow grass, and there is a way for cattle and sheep to eat fresh green grass in winter.”
Feng Yong pointed to the sky, "Just like I can weave wool from wool, I also learned this from the mountain god."
Feng Langjun, the successor of the mountain god, did he gain his fame in vain?
“Gudong!” Bald-haired Tianli swallowed another mouthful of saliva.
He picked up the ear cup with trembling hands, only to find that there was no wine in the cup.
The wine jar was picked up and wine was poured into the ear cups.
Feng Yong continued: "You also said that I will always be the best friend of the bald man. Don't you still believe me, friend?"
Bald-haired Tianli finally did not get drunk. He asked: "Dear Mr. Feng, what should I do?"
Feng Yong smiled toothily, his big white teeth shining brightly.
(End of this chapter)