Farmer of Shu Han

When that boy was still in Jincheng, not only could he coax the cute little girl into joy, but he would also send some of the little girl's favorite things to Zhang's mansion from time to time.

After going to Hanzhong, he actually gave Si Niang a share of the ranch.

When it was cold, I gave Si Niang several times of woolen clothes.

In Jincheng, even the queen who participated in the textile workshop did not get this kind of treatment.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Liang's face was suddenly cloudy and clear.

"thumping!"

A barbarian was knocked to the ground by a spear.

The barbarian held the gun tightly with both hands, and did not look at the owner holding the gun, but stared at behind the owner of the gun.

The owner of the spear was Zhao Guang. He was wearing a white armor and riding a tall white horse, which was just like his master Zhao Yun's outfit when he was fighting.

Zhao Guang didn't pay any attention to the fierce eyes of the Qiang man, he flicked his wrist lightly, and with another force, he shook the Hu man's hands and pulled out the spear.

The barbarian's chest spurted blood and arrows, fell to the ground, opened his mouth, his throat was still whistling, he seemed unwilling to die, his eyes widened.

Behind Zhao Guang, a young general in his twenties got off his horse, walked up to the barbarian and knelt down, grinning: "Azaxi, you have your day too."

The Qiang man named Azhaxi looked at the young general viciously, and said with difficulty: "Yang Wanwan, you... you bring... the Han people... to kill your own people, don't be afraid... the mountain god and the sheep God, curse you?"

Yang Wanwan chuckled, with a cold smile on his face, regardless of the sporadic shouts of killing around him, he sat on the ground and looked down at the dying barbarians.

"Back then, my lord followed the orders of General Shenweitian and raised troops to rebel against Cao Cao. Unexpectedly, you plotted against Cao Cao from behind. The tribe was almost wiped out, and my lord and I had no choice but to defect to General Shenweitian in Hanzhong. Over the years, we have had no time Wanting revenge all the time."

Speaking of this, Yang Wanwan gritted his teeth and said: "The destruction of your tribe today is the curse of the mountain god and the sheep god on you! Back then, the men of my tribe were slaughtered like livestock, and the women were humiliated to death. I don't know how many there are!"

As he spoke, Yang Wanwan's face began to contort, and the gaze in his eyes was actually more vicious than the barbarians below him: "I watched those clansmen die in front of me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Day and night, I have been cursing you to die."

"Unexpectedly, the mountain god and the sheep god finally appeared!"

Yang Wanwan laughed nervously, "My tribe is gone, and in the future, I will make your tribe disappear from this world!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Wanwan grabbed the barbarian's neck with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in a low voice, "Go to hell!"

Zhao Guang was not interested in listening to these grievances. When he saw Yang Wanwan get off his horse, he had already turned around and left. Seeing that there were still strong men of this tribe resisting not far away, he lightly knocked on the horse's belly and rushed over...

This is a relatively large Hu tribe, but facing the Han soldiers who are like wolves and tigers, there is nothing they can do.

As for the Han soldiers, they had no choice but to be inferior to wolves and tigers.

No matter who stood in front of them, even if it was God, they would just cut them off with a knife!

At least one sheep can gather three or four catties of wool, plus the tens of thousands of sheep in this tribe, it is enough to make the soldiers jealous.

I heard from the brigade commanders and captains that you can make money by pulling wool!

Guawazi came from Jincheng, harvested as much wool as they gathered, and calculated it after the war. In winter, woolen cloth was given according to the amount of wool!

This is a good thing!

In the winter of last year, many people saw the brigade commanders put on woolen sweaters, and heard that they were always warmer.

If I have enough wool this year, I might not be able to enjoy the treatment of the brigade commander.

The wool is so good, the wool is strong, and the wool is croaking!

Hu people have white wool, I have a big horizontal knife...

After plucking, looking at the piles of white wool, I felt comfortable.

Look at the terrified gazes in the Hu people's tent from time to time, and when they are impatient, they can't hold it back, and they pull a Hu people's woman, and directly press her onto the wool pile.

Suddenly a voice yelled, "You're going to die! Are you so impatient?"

At the same time, he was kicked vigorously on the butt, directly kicking him off the woman's body.

"Mr. Qu, this work is done, don't you mean to let the brothers relax?"

The soldier who was kicked over smiled apologetically, not caring about the indecent appearance between his crotches, and asked a question.

"Do you want to relax on this fleece?"

Naqu Chang pointed to the wool and shouted: "This is a treasure! In winter, whether you can wear good clothes or not depends on it. If you want to get it, roll in it! No one stops you, don't get dirty. the wool."

The soldier looked at the wool, and thought that the wool was not dirtier than his own body? How could it be dirtier?

At the moment, he didn't dare to refute anymore, he just talked about Hu Nu, found an empty tent, and got in.

"Is everything arranged?"

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun sat far away on a small hill, not participating in the affairs below.

"It's been arranged. There are sentry cavalry around here, so you can know as soon as possible."

Jiang Shu, who was standing behind him, quickly replied.

Zhao Guang nodded, glanced at the situation below, pointed to the soldiers who looked like wolves in a herd of sheep, and said, "Tell them to restrain themselves, those women will be of great use in the future."

Having received a letter from his elder brother the day before yesterday, Zhao Guang also knew that there was a shortage of manpower in Hanzhong, and he was afraid that there were not many strong men among his brothers.

But this Hu girl, it seems that only her elder brother can use them, so she must watch them carefully.

Yang Wanwan, who was standing on the other side, smiled when he heard this, and said, "Don't worry, General Zhao, how can the barbarians have so much ethics like the Han people? There are too many people who only know their mothers but not their fathers. That's right, this bearded girl is in good health, so she won't be damaged."

Zhao Guang twitched his face, and glanced at Yang Wanwan, and saw that he was looking down with excitement in his eyes, as if the more exciting the scene below, the happier he would be.

At the same time, I thought to myself, when my elder brother was training those barbarians in Nanzheng, he once said that one's own people are much more ruthless than the enemy's when they fight against one's own people, this statement is really true.

Isn't this Yang Wanwan in front of you a typical figure who wants all the barbarians to die?

In fact, this Yang Wanwan used to be considered as the young patriarch of the Baima area. His family's old man was called Yang Ju, and he was the king of Di at that time.

Back then, my uncle rebelled against Cao Cao in Liangzhou, Di Wang Yangju and Agui responded and forced Xia Houyuan to retreat.

But within a few years, Xia Houyuan led troops to Ping Liangzhou again, and Agui was destroyed. Yang Ju and his son Yang Wanwan were defeated, so they had to flee and defected to Uncle in Shuzhong.

Later, uncle passed away, and their father and son guarded Yang'an Pass with uncle.

Back then, their father and son were almost exterminated. Apart from being unable to resist the Cao thief, there was actually the reason why the original allies, the Hu people, stabbed their knives in the back.

So Yang Wanwan, as soon as he heard that he was going to use troops against the barbarians west of Yang'an Pass, he swore at his face with a dagger, begging to follow.

Looking at him now, I'm afraid he really hates those barbarians who betrayed their father and son back then.