The Dirong tribe is a small tribe with less than 200 people. In winter, everyone sets up a big tent to spend the winter together in order to keep warm and save on cow dung and firewood.
Although the tribe is small, everyone is brave and good at fighting. Otherwise, they would have been killed, enslaved and annexed by other large tribes in the vast grassland. The men, women and children of Dirong are not easy to mess with. The little children have to learn how to wield knives, ride horses and shoot arrows as soon as they can walk.
The tribes on the grassland would also fight with each other for forage resources. Only when the monarch declined and could not defend the territory of the dynasty did the foreigners give up fighting against their own kind and choose the fat piece of meat in the Central Plains.
Now all the foreign tribes near other checkpoints have had a piece of meat. Only the tribes such as Dirong, Huidi, Tak, Taka, etc. near Huangmo Pass, Yishu Pass and Xiding Pass were beaten back and crippled by the Xing family army, and dared not attack again rashly.
Although the Xing family army retreated to Huangmo Pass, Xinyang Hou occupied Yishu Pass, and Xiding Pass was occupied by some refugees, making it impossible for the foreign tribes on the grassland to attack.
Although the grassland tribes were still determined to commit evil, they were severely damaged by the Xing family army in the early stage, making it difficult for them to recover for a while, and they could only recuperate on the grassland temporarily.
It is winter now, and spring will come in a month. The grass on the grassland will grow again, and the hard days on the grassland will finally be over.
In the eyes of the people of the Dirong tribe, the merchants from the Central Plains were as cunning as foxes. When the two countries did business, those merchants would always use a small amount of salt and porcelain to exchange for a large amount of their furs, and then transport them to the Lin Dynasty to sell at extremely high prices.
Gradually, the people of the grassland were less and less willing to do business with the Lin Dynasty. When the Lin Dynasty's territory was in danger and difficult to defend, they just wanted to get a piece of the pie.
Of course, now that they have been defeated by the Xing family army, they have to accept their fate!
The Xing family army strictly controlled the quantity of salt and tea, but did not dare to completely cut off the supply.
Then it wouldn't just be the Dirong, Taka, and Tak tribes that were enemies of the Lin Dynasty. All the tribes on the grasslands that couldn't get salt and tea would unite and attack. This wasn't the outcome the Xing army wanted. Whether it was the people of the Lin Dynasty or the tribes on the grasslands, who would risk their lives to fight if they could just eat and clothe themselves? Who would push people into a desperate situation and then blame them for rebelling?
Heita scratched his head in embarrassment. "Chief, we may not be able to find him this time. Last time he said it was the last of his group, and I didn't care about his name."
It's a one-time deal, so who cares what the other person looks like?
Heita's mother stood up and said, "Hey, kid, even if you don't know his name, you should at least know his appearance. Go to the market more often, maybe you can find him!"
Heita nodded: "Okay."
The chief said, "Let's take two more strong cows with us so that he can see our sincerity."
Heita responded and went to the cattle and horse shed with his brothers to choose.
After that, Heita led the cow into the market again, but he didn't see anyone on the first day. Instead, he spent a lot of money to buy the newly-produced mung bean sprouts at the market.
In order to save money, the people of Huangmo Pass eat soybean sprouts the most, but the people of Heita and the tribe have a special liking for mung bean sprouts. As the person who travels between the two places of the Dirong tribe, Heita brings back the most mung bean sprouts, and he almost buys up all the mung bean sprouts on every stall.
These bean sprouts are extremely popular in Huangmoguan, and they are sold out in less than half an hour every time they are put on the stall.
Sometimes he had to snatch the black tower away, so he had to take his younger brother with him. His younger brother would watch the cows while he went to snatch the bean sprouts.
However, they walked around the huge market again and again but could not find the salt seller. The people of the Dirong tribe had to save the snowflake salt and supply it to pregnant women and children, and they themselves had to eat the bitter Linchao salt.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Now I always feel that the soup stewed with Linchao Salt has a bitter taste.
Where is Lin Rui, whom Black Tower is desperately searching for?
He has now expanded the workshop by five more. All the members of the Lin family have built workshops in their respective planned land. The process of making bean sprouts is very simple. Just soak the seeds and spray them with water every day. Therefore, except for one person who stays at home to watch, the others still go to the fields to work.
Lin Rui's family was different. His family invested heavily in large-scale production, consuming up to a thousand kilograms of beans every day. Therefore, Feng Zhenniang, her sister-in-law, and her two sisters stayed in the workshop every day, leaving the farming and land reclamation work to Lin Changfa and Zhao Qingsanliang.
The women would go to the fields to work when it was time to sell bean sprouts, while Zhao Qing and Sanliang would drive the ox cart to the market to sell them. The ox cart, piled high with bean sprouts, would be empty when it came back.
Lin Rui was lying in the sun on a rattan chair woven by Uncle Guan, holding the four-month-old baby Qingqing. Niuniu and Mu Tou had gone somewhere to play, and he was the only one left at home with nothing to do. Who else could he give Qingqing to if not him?
Qingqing is very obedient and sensible. She has recently learned to lift her head and turn over. When she is held in Lin Rui's arms and lying on the rattan chair, she always supports her body with her little hands, raises her little head high, and stares at Lin Rui with her eyes.
Lin Rui stroked her soft hair and couldn't help but smile, saying, "It's true that you resemble the family you eat from!"
Qingqing's facial features were growing more and more like Lin Erjie's, with no trace of her scumbag father Jiang Chengcai at all. Although the child was innocent, it was somewhat disconcerting to see her with a face that bore an 80% resemblance to her father, the unfaithful man who abandoned his wife and daughter.
"Xiao Qingqing, you are from the Lin family, your name is Lin Qingqing!"
Qingqing's head was erected for a long time, but finally she got tired and drooped down again, nestling comfortably in her uncle's arms.
The beans from Huangmoguan suddenly became popular and the supply began to fall short of demand. After Lin Rui and others harvested all the beans from Guan Laobo's village, they contacted the military families' village with the help of Guan Laobo and also started harvesting beans.
There are always smart people in the crowd, and growing bean sprouts is really too simple. The first person to figure out how to make bean sprouts was a neighbor not far from Lin Rui's home.
They were called neighbors, but in reality, they were just the local pioneers who lived nearby. This man's surname was Tao, with the single character "Chun" (Spring). He was initially puzzled by the cartloads of bean sprouts leaving the workshop, but then he went to the market and saw that the bean sprout business was so prosperous that the neighboring Lin family had even paid for the land they had been pioneering, thus becoming a well-established force in Huangmo Pass.
How could he not be envious when he saw it? During the breaks in the land reclamation, he always watched how the Lin family made bean sprouts.
However, the Lin family kept a close eye on the bean sprout business and wouldn't let anyone get close to the workshop. Even if Tao Chun wanted to learn, it would be useless. He wasn't surnamed Lin, so how could they teach him the skills to make a living in their family?
So he always looked towards the workshop intentionally or unintentionally, and after looking at it many times, he began to see the clues.
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