The vast desert is boundless.
At this time, the Little Ice Age was approaching, and the weather changed rapidly once you passed the Daqing Mountains.
After the beginning of autumn, the grasslands in the north and south of the desert seemed to have changed seasons. They immediately became cooler, and even cold winds blew at night.
The grass on the grassland is visibly yellow, indicating that autumn and winter are approaching.
The Northern Di royal court, the golden-roofed tent.
"Pah! What the hell is this? It's so bitter and astringent!"
The Northern Di Khan Wutugu took a little salt from a bag presented by the newly enthroned Shule King Timur, put it in his mouth and took a bite, then immediately spat it out and cursed loudly.
The envoy sent by Timur to offer salt did not dare to breathe.
These crude salts dried out from the Gobi salt lakes are completely crudely made.
This is not Timur's fault, no one told him how to make salt.
The Wuhuan people had already fled, and Bai Shouren, who knew how to dry salt, also went to Jinyang.
Therefore, Timur did not master the core technology, and the salt he dried contained too many impurities, was extremely bitter, and was even rich in toxic minerals.
What's more, I'm used to eating fine bran, so how can I eat coarse salt?
The other tribal leaders in the tent also stepped forward, took a bite and said, "Pah, why is it not as good as the original coarse salt?"
"The Chanyu's kindness to Timur is as great as a mountain and can never be fully repaid, yet Timur actually used this thing to fool people. This is simply disobedience!"
"Even if this coarse salt is acceptable, we need fine salt!"
"The channels in Shuozhou, Weizhou, and Yinzhou are all blocked, and there's no way to get fine salt from Yanyundao!"
"Without fine salt, livestock lose weight, people lose energy, nothing tastes good, and they feel listless all day long!"
“…”
The crowd was furious and directed all their attacks at Timur, who had betrayed his master and defected to the Chanyu.
Timur's envoy was so frightened that he was trembling and huddled on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
"That's enough, shut up!"
Wutugu threw the salt bag to the ground and roared, and the tent instantly became quiet.
"I want you to discuss how to deal with this, not to criticize each other here."
"Timur can't make fine salt, so who among you can?"
Wutugu's face darkened when he saw everyone pointing their guns at Temur.
To question Timur is not acceptable, is that to indirectly say that Wutugu made the wrong choice of people?
If you can do it, go ahead!
This sentence left everyone in the tent speechless.
Seeing this, a counselor quickly stepped forward to speak out:
"Chan Yu, this is a conspiracy by Dayin. They want to use fine salt to control and weaken us!"
"This is a truly vicious move. Not only are we suffering from it now, but they've also taken away a lot of our sheepskins and mutton in exchange. When winter comes, we'll be short of food and clothing."
"Therefore, we can't blame King Shule. He must have done his best! We need to find other ways."
The counselor seemed to have said a lot, but also seemed to have said nothing.
However, he seemed to point to a larger crisis.
Due to the smuggling of fine salt over the past six months, Zhao Muyun only wanted beef, mutton and sheepskin, and the exchange rate was very high.
A pound of fine salt used to be made from one sheepskin and ten pounds of mutton, but now it can be made from ten sheepskins and a hundred pounds of mutton.
This resulted in a large amount of sheepskins and mutton from the Northern Di tribe flowing into Shuozhou.
It seems that this winter will be even longer. I wonder if the millions of Beidi people can survive with their existing cattle and sheep.
All the tribal leaders in the big tent suddenly became panicked.
Only then did they realize the seriousness of the problem.
"I was saying that our tribe's cattle and sheep were obviously reduced by half this year. It turns out that the cunning Dayin people tricked them into taking them away with fine salt."
"That's right. It's only been six months, and fine salt is getting more and more expensive, even more expensive than gold. What's even more abominable is that the people of Dayin don't want gold, silver, or jewelry, they only want sheepskin and mutton. It turns out they had this planned six months ago!"
"Damn it! Ever since we started eating fine salt, we're really not used to eating coarse salt anymore."
“…”
When Wutugu saw that the discussion among the crowd was heading in a direction he didn't want, his face became so dark that it looked as if black water was about to drip out.
Don’t any of these pig-like teammates have enough brains to come up with some feasible suggestions?
"Chan Yu, the plan of using fine salt was undoubtedly premeditated by the Dayin people, but it's not beyond our control!"
Seeing that these tribal leaders had no idea how to analyze and respond, a Dayin strategist sneered in his heart and stood up.
"Mr. Zhang, please tell me what good plan you have!"
Wutugu's eyes lit up. These Dayin people's counselors were really smart.
"The Chanyu has a strong army and cavalry, with over 200,000 soldiers at his command. Now that autumn and winter are approaching, it's time for the cavalry to march south!"
"There's no fine salt, just grab it!"
Mr. Zhang said it slowly!
yes!
Don’t worry about it, just grab it!
Mr. Zhang's words reminded the dreamer, and Wutugu and all the tribal leaders' eyes suddenly lit up, and their faces showed fanaticism.
Every winter, going south to rob has become a regular activity for the Beidi. Unexpectedly, they are now stuck in a dead end for fine salt!
Wutugu suddenly stood up, walked to the huge sheepskin map, ran his finger across the long border line, and suddenly stopped at the location of Shuozhou.
"Mr. Zhang, Shuozhou is not easy to conquer! King Zhelan and King Loufan suffered heavy losses here."
"This Zhao Muyun and his Pinglu Commandery have become a source of worry for us."
Mr. Zhang grinned and said, "Chanyu, you worry too much."
"According to the latest intelligence, Zhao Muyun was assassinated near the capital. Both the Prince of Jin and the Crown Prince want to seize Shuozhou. The people of Shuozhou are already in panic, and the military is unstable!"
Wutugu's eyes suddenly lit up: "What? That Zhao Muyun is dead? The news is confirmed."
"It's absolutely true. You can ask Lord Han, the prime minister of King Loufan. They have already passed the news to Mobei. I had the opportunity to witness it first, but I haven't had time to tell you yet!"
Mr. Zhang is also responsible for analyzing and summarizing intelligence from Dayin.
"That's great! Now that Zhao Muyun is dead, we have one less obstacle in our way!" Wutugu rubbed his hands excitedly.
"Not only that, Emperor Dayin is seriously ill, the crown prince is busy with internal strife, and there is also Li Jingang's rebellion in the west... This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Dadi!" Mr. Zhang added.
"Changshengtian, please protect me, Dadi!" Wutugu shouted.
"Congratulations, Chanyu! Please lead us south to rob money, food, and women!"
All the generals and tribal leaders immediately cheered as well.
"good!"
Greed and savagery gleamed in Wutugu's eyes. "Send a message to all tribes! Hurry up and feed the war horses and stockpile arrows! Wait until autumn, when the horses are fat..."
His fingers pointed heavily at Shuozhou and in another direction.
"Two hundred thousand troops will be divided into two groups! One group will be led by me personally and will attack Shuozhou fiercely! The other group will be led by the Zuo Xian Wang and will bypass Yanyun and directly attack the heart of Dayin!"
"This time, we're not just going to take back salt! We're going to take back the entire colorful world of the Central Plains!"
Suddenly, wild cheers and wolf-like howls broke out in the tent!
A huge storm is brewing deep in the grassland.
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