Farmer of Shu Han

The Xianbei people who stayed on the east side of the trench began to fight internally.

Some of them want to surrender, some want to escape, and some want to fight back.

But those who want to fight back are a minority, and those who dare to fight back are even a minority among the minority.

Hu people are just stupid, but they are not fools.

Anyone facing a head-on confrontation with an armored monster on the grassland will feel a sense of powerlessness.

As for escaping, when the snow has not yet melted, the grassland is huge, but where can we escape?

How can I survive the next month after escaping from here?

Coupled with the persuasion of Tuoba Desert Khan, the leadership of Tuoba Luguan and Karasuma King Kuxian, the surrender faction finally gained the upper hand.

Dozens of tribal leaders dismounted and came to kowtow. Even General Zhendong, who always stayed away from strangers, rarely came out in person to appease the leaders.

After receiving the Han general's personal promise in public, the leaders who were still a little uneasy were relieved.

Everyone burst into tears of gratitude and shouted, "The Emperor of Han is kind, the General is kind."

General Rao Shi Zhendong always showed his coolness to others, but when he saw so many people calling him "sir", the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

Nothing else, because this may be the largest batch of labor that the Han Dynasty can obtain in at least the next ten years.

Whether they voluntarily surrender or are forced to surrender, there is not much difference in nature from captured labor. The difference in superficial treatment does not change that they are expendable and a one-time consumption of labor.

——Feng Slave Master’s Quotations.

Ninety-nine percent of them have no way to change their destiny.

They will all contribute to the big man in different ways. As long as they can't do it to death, they will do it to death.

Figures like Duanmuzhe are just a few exceptions.

And their descendants, after receiving a certain amount of education and having a certain ability to read and write, can be called labor force, not labor force.

Of course, even if they become a labor force, they are just working as cows and horses in a different way.

As productivity increases, their treatment may improve and their living standards may change, but the class remains the same.

No matter how many channels there are for ascending, it is still a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses.

The children of the aristocratic family are watching with eager eyes, the children of the poor are fighting desperately, the barbarians... die first!

Oh, I can't die. It should be said that the proper way out is to herd cattle and sheep and shear sheep for the court.

Only by doing what you are good at can you live a more relaxed life, right?

As the wife of the world's largest labor trafficker, Guan's father often carries a small book of secrets of the Feng family with him, so he can naturally guess some future trends.

But that didn't stop her from being happy.

After all, it's not her son who works like a cow or a horse.

On the contrary, only the more cattle and horses the big man has, the greater the benefits his son will be able to enjoy.

As a powerful man in the Han Dynasty and as a representative of the emerging aristocracy, Dad Guan naturally possesses the attributes of powerful capital.

As for the possibility that her descendants will be hanged on the roadside in the future, Guan's father is not yet so aware.

And she probably won't have the chance to see that day either.

She only knew that the big man's desire for labor was endless.

In the past, except for the special existence of the capital, which gathered the power of the world to provide support, every county, county, or even state had an upper limit on the population it could accommodate.

This upper limit is determined by land output.

Agriculture is the primary industry, and not without reason.

Even if someone like Feng, who has the secret skill of slaying dragons, wants to advance in technology, the first step is to come up with various new farming tools and techniques to increase food production and try to increase caloric intake. Only then can he proceed to the next step. step.

Rather than being like those protagonists who carry around the old man with a white beard, they can transform into the void with a "ding".

As for worrying about whether these new things will be copied by enemy countries...

You have to believe in the speed of spread in the era when imperial power did not go to the countryside.

This is an era in which it will take more than a hundred years for the horse-iron hooves to spread from the Hexi Corridor to become fully prevalent in the Central Plains.

Moreover, the northern part of the Central Plains is the birthplace of farming. It is a joke to steal the farming technology of a small country in the west!

Not to mention that as a modern person who has received a complete military and political education, he is timid even if he comes up with something for farming, so what kind of technology is there for him?

Wouldn't it be better to just have a lovely wife and a beautiful concubine on the hot bed, and have many children and grandchildren?

The rapid development of the primary industry for more than two decades has provided the Han Dynasty with enough surplus food - at least for the current population.

Coupled with the secret poking and prodding of some people, it has promoted the establishment of a factory social organizational structure in many places.

No matter how low-level and low-efficiency a factory society is, its population accommodation is far greater than that of a small-scale peasant society.

The demand for population also far exceeds the social structure of small farmers.

Various plantations in the south, various workshops in the north, various pastures in the grasslands, and mines in various places, etc., labor is buried underground every day.

Some are dead and some are alive.

One black thing and the other, if you really want to say that the most useful labor force is actually Han people who come from a farming society.

Take the most representative textile workshop as an example. If a Han woman enters the workshop to work, as long as she gets a little training and becomes familiar with the machinery and equipment, she can start working on her own in ten and a half days at most.

Men farm and women weave. This is a very normal phenomenon.

Therefore, whether they are prisoners of war from rebels or laborers from criminal families, they are the most popular.

However, the imperial court has always been very strict in this regard.

If it were a Yi girl from Nanzhong or a Qiang girl from Liangzhou, it would basically take three months of internship.

This was the result of Nanzhong accepting the teachings of Grandpa Zhuge and moving to the flat land to learn farming.

As for the Liangzhou Qianghu, they were originally half-farmers and half-grazers.

But if it were a pure Hu girl from the prairie, it would be impossible for them to master it alone without more than half a year of study.

This is also the reason why the price of labor has not increased significantly over the years.

The quality of labor is different, and the market pricing is naturally different.

Of course, slave owner Feng is kind-hearted and cannot bear to make money from his friends, which is also a very important reason (black whistle).

But even so, the emerging dignitaries and new aristocratic families are still extremely hungry for labor on the grasslands.

There is no other reason.

Because Han people were protected by Han law, they had to be paid for work.

Skilled female workers are even more expensive.

The annual income of a skilled female worker with advanced skills is enough to support a family of five digging food in the fields.

Even for an ordinary female worker, her labor income is better than that of the men in her family farming at home.

Although the wages of barbarian girls are less, who asked people to recognize the prime minister as grandpa?

The Prime Minister set up a monument in the south, and the Ghost King also testified at that time, acting as a guarantor, and even accepted two barbarian girls in his backyard.

Naturally, one cannot squeeze too much.

As for the Liangzhou Qiang Hu species, although they are of a lower class, such as the Zhang family and Liu Hanzi from Dunhuang.

But in the more than a hundred years of the Later Han Dynasty, they at least displayed the value of united front.

Moreover, Han and Qiang emerged from the same seedling, and Ji Han was the first target to implement the Han-Yi Ruyi national policy in the north after leaving Qishan in the north, so he must be cautious.

Only the barbarians in the northern grasslands were the natural enemies of the Han Dynasty.

It allows those new rich people to have no psychological pressure and no moral bottom line, and they don't have to worry about the criticism of moral masters. They can even take the opportunity to gain military exploits.

Do it!

Fuck it!

Grab wool, grab population, grab pasture!

It may take a year to cultivate the stolen labor, but it takes at least fifteen years to wait for a labor force to grow up.

The quality of labor on the grassland may not be that good, but whether one year or fifteen years is more cost-effective, the newly rich can still figure out this simple arithmetic problem.

It is precisely because we know how much the big man needs labor, and how much value such a large number of labor will create for the big man.

That's why General Guan couldn't hold back his lips.

Rebuilding the Han Dynasty with the flesh and blood of foreign races originated from a certain ghost king who did not want to be named and watered Hanzhong with the flesh and blood of the barbarians in Nanzhong.

This is a path that has never been imagined before.

This is the path pioneered by Alang.

General Guan, she is proud.

"General, Chief Hu seems to have escaped."

Zhao Sanqian, who thought he could charge in another wave, didn't expect it to end so hastily in the end, wandered around for a while and then ran back to remind General Guan.

Of course the Chief Hu in Zhao Guang's mouth does not refer to Tuoba Liwei.

After all, Tuoba Liwei had been trampled to pulp by the horses' hooves, and he couldn't even put together a complete body.

What he was talking about was that after Tuoba Liwei's death, he temporarily served as the black-clothed deacon who issued orders on behalf of Da Kehan.

"General, that man looks not simple. Do you want me to lead someone to chase him?"

Zhao Guang said eagerly.

General Guan glanced at him and said calmly:

"Someone is already chasing you. This is not something you should worry about."

After all, you are one of the eight leaders of the Guanzhong Army. Can you be successful?

Then General Guan frowned slightly: "Also, why did you take off your outer armor?"

Zhao Sanqian has been beaten by Sister Guan since she was a child. Even though Sister Guan's brows were only slightly furrowed, the ghost in the prairie horse racer's eyes made his heart inexplicably jump.

"This, sister, isn't this over? This outer armor is too heavy and I thought it was troublesome, so I took it off, but don't worry, sister, I haven't taken off the fine armor underneath, so it's okay..."

Zhao Guang also said that Sister Guan was concerned about him and was afraid that if he took off his armor at will in such a cold weather after charging into the formation, he would get "armor-removing wind", so he quickly explained that he had not taken off his inner armor yet.

Unexpectedly, General Guan said:

"Did I ask you to take off your armor? Who told you it's over?"

As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin and signaled to the noisy barbarians in the distance:

"Did you see it? These people still had some strength left, so why did they dismount so easily and surrender? Do you think they really surrendered? They knew that the Tiger Cavalry Army was invincible and there were benefits to be gained, so they surrendered."

"The Tiger Cavalry Army must not slack off even if these people are not gathered together. Otherwise, he will feel scornful when he sees that your army is not in good shape. How can we, as a few, stand up to hundreds of thousands of people?"

"If something changes, even if we can escape unscathed, but this time we went deep into the desert and lost countless grain, grass and livestock, but returned without success, how can we have the face to see your brother?"

"And if there is no success outside the fortress this time, and these Xianbei Hu'er are completely disgusted, and they will harass the border fortress from time to time in the future, preventing the court from concentrating on punishing the thieves, how will the emperor punish them?"

After saying this, Zhao Guang lowered his head in shame, but Wei Wei did not dare to say anything.

Seeing this guy still standing here and annoying himself, General Guan couldn't help but scolded:

"Why don't you put on your outer armor again?"

Zhao Guang did not dare to neglect it and quickly followed the order.

The Han army won the battle unexpectedly and gained a lot. Everyone was delighted.

Some people are happy and some are sad.

On the vast grassland, the black-clothed steward was fleeing eastward in a panic under the protection of the wolf slaves.

Tuoba Liwei died under the iron hoof, and he knew that this battle was hopeless.

The reason why he tried his best to gather the remaining remnants to the edge of the last trench was to see how many people would obey his orders.

Second, he needed to find a way to escape with these remnants as a capital for his future rise.

If Tuoba Shamo Khan's inducement to surrender still gave him a glimmer of luck.

Then the appearance of Tuoba Luguan and the sudden rebellion of Wuhuan King Kuxian completely cut off his hope.

When the internal strife started, it was a time of chaos. He made a decisive decision and let the wolf slaves fight their way out. This also meant that Han had to abandon Tuoba Xianbei.

Even though the wolf slaves were fearless, most of them were sacrificed when they were protecting him to escape in the chaos.

Looking at the last dozen wolf slaves who remained loyal to him, the black-clothed steward was filled with grief and anger:

"Feng Yong! How vicious you are! I will never coexist with you!"

The huge Tuoba Xianbei, the tribe that Han had painstakingly managed for decades, the largest force on the grassland, disappeared in a day.

Not only killing people, but also destroying their hearts.

If it weren't for the black-clothed steward's tenacity, if he were an ordinary person, he would have been driven crazy at the moment when Kuxian rebelled.

He dared to send a large army to go deep into the desert quietly in the ice and snow.

I don't know what means he used to lure the Meiluhui tribe to surrender.

I don't know what means he used to make Kuxian surrender after being defeated in front of the battle.

Even Da Kehan's own son betrayed him for no reason...

Da Kehan ​​personally went to the battle and died inexplicably.

This Han army is like evil ghosts from the underground. Once you come into contact with them, you will either lose your mind or be seduced by them.

Xiao Wenhe, Feng Guiwang, is really as his name suggests. If he doesn't take action, it's fine. Once he takes action, he will not leave anyone a way out.

Thinking of this, the black-clothed butler suddenly felt a chill on his back:

Feng Wenshen... Can't he really summon ghosts and gods?

Otherwise, how to explain this Han army that is completely incomprehensible?

Just when he was full of hatred and fear, grief and anger, the wolf slave leading in front suddenly made a strange sound and slowed down at the same time.

The black-clothed butler, who had been in a high state of tension, looked up and looked forward almost at the same time.

"Hahaha! Brother, why are you here just now? I've been waiting for a long time!"

A hearty laugh sounded.

Then, with the sound of horse hooves, a man on a tall horse came to greet this side.

Behind him, there was a knight holding a long spear.

It was the apprentice Yizier Liu Hun.

Seeing the person coming, the black-clothed deacon's pupils suddenly contracted and he said in a lost voice:

"Han Long!"

Han Long replied in a relaxed tone: "It's me. I didn't expect that we meet again."

The black-clothed deacon looked around nervously, but saw that the snow was white and there were only the master and the apprentice blocking him in front of him, so he was slightly relieved.

"Han Long, how did you know I would pass by here?"

"I guessed. Brother, are you planning to go to Liaoxi to find the Buyao tribe?"

The Buyao tribe is a Xianbei tribe that moved to Liaoxi in recent years.

After Tan Shihuai unified the Xianbei, he divided the Xianbei into three tribes: the central, the eastern and the western.

After his death, the three tribes split and fought against each other.

Not only did the three tribes fight against each other, but they also split and fought against each other.

Later, the business of the Han Labor Company expanded to the grassland.

The first to suffer was the Western Xianbei, especially in the battle of Guanzhong, when Feng led a large army from Liangzhou and went against the route of Huo Qiaoyao's battle in Hexi, almost wiping out the entire Western Xianbei.

Then came the Central Xianbei, Kebi Neng, Budugen, Xie Guini and others, who died or surrendered under the direct or indirect attack of the Han army.

Now Dou Bin led the entire tribe to surrender, Tuoba Liwei died in the battle, and the fate of Tuoba Xianbei was determined.

Only the Eastern Xianbei was still safe for the time being because they were far away from a certain plague god.

Among the three Xianbei tribes in the middle, east and west, the central one was the strongest and the eastern one was the weakest.

Unexpectedly, the weakest one was the one that existed the longest.

Among the existing Eastern Xianbei, the strongest is the Buyao tribe, but it is also weaker than the Meiluhui tribe.

Hearing Han Long reveal his intention, the black-clothed steward's face suddenly became extremely gloomy:

"Han Long, do you think that you two can stop me?"

No matter how powerful the master and apprentice on the opposite side are, they can't beat the more than ten wolf slaves around him.

Han Long on the opposite side sighed slightly:

"Han Chou, our two tribes are originally from the same lineage, but we have been fighting for hundreds of years. How about we end it in the hands of you and me today?"

The black-clothed steward heard the words and laughed so hard that tears came out:

"Han Long, do you think you are stupid or I am stupid? I have more people than you now, what qualifications do you have for me to end it alone with you?"

As he said, he waved his hand, and all the wolf slaves growled and pressed forward together.

The defeat of Tuoba Xianbei had made the black-robed steward almost mad with grief and anger.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Han Long actually came to join in the fun and made a joke of himself.

Looking at the wolf slaves approaching, Han Long nodded and pointed at the black-clothed butler:

"Okay, you said that."

After saying that, he pressed his arm down.

There was only the sound of "bang bang bang" breaking through the air.

For a moment, dense arrows shot out from the snow, covering all the dozen wolf slaves.

In just a blink of an eye, each wolf slave was hit by at least five or six arrows, and none of them were spared.

The most tenacious wolf slave only staggered forward two steps with a roar, and finally fell to the ground.

After the low roar, the scene became extremely silent.

Then a hundred or so archers wearing white cloaks and holding heavy crossbows stood up silently from the snow.

For a long time, only the whistling wind in the distance came.

Until the black-clad butler let out a shrill cry that broke the dead silence:

"No~~~"

His eyes suddenly turned red again:

"Han Long! Han Long, I want to enter you..."

The last bit of capital in his hand was destroyed in front of him, and the black-clad butler fell into complete madness.