Our Hometown

Chapter 132 The Sheep Tracing to Find the Enemy

Liu Ping is coughing up blood!

Yun Lang soul flew outside.

By the time he ran to Princess Huaihua's palace, Su Zhi was already busy.

"What happened?"

Yun Lang's face became pale, and she became pregnant with Huaihua's physical condition.

"It doesn't matter, my throat is hurt."

"Hurt your throat?" Yun Lang's voice showed a sharp scream: "How could she hurt her throat?"

Is it poisoned? "

Su Zhi pulled a **** sack from Princess Huaihua's throat and calmed down. When she saw her husband's restlessness, he whispered: "The esophagus is injured."

Yun Lang immediately turned around and looked at Sui Yue fiercely: "What did you give her? Didn't you tell her not to eat hard things?"

Sui Yue took a step back and quickly said: "I ate gruel and buns today!"

Su Zhi answered: "The princess is greedy, and the hot buns have burned the esophagus."

Yun Lang stared at the embarrassed Princess Huaihua and said: "Your Highness, can't you wait for the buns to cool down and eat slowly?"

Princess Huaihua said hoarsely: "The buns are delicious ..."

Yun Lang spread his hands and felt speechless.

Hua Ying walked over and smiled: "Junhou Mo should be troubled. Since the princess and slave-servant can survive the Huns, they have the capital to survive.

In the past, he was cut by a giant axe, and he survived. Now, he is choked by food, which is no problem. "

Yun Lang took Huaying's hand and said: "Don't dare to have something wrong. Nowadays, all Han people are waiting for the princess to return home safely."

If something happens at this time, people in the world will be disappointed. "

Huaying looked at Princess Huaihua, who was immersed in the pleasure of being cared for, and sighed slightly: "Sometimes, it is not bad to live a muddled life. It is hard to say that it is not a good way to choke on a bun.

Yun Lang said: "Drinking and pecking is a matter of heaven. If you endure hardship, you should enjoy the blessing. If you only endure hardship for the rest of your life and do not enjoy the blessing, there is no need for God to exist.

Grandma Huaying, live alive, go back to Chang'an to take a look at the landscape of your hometown, to see the land where you will be buried, to worship the deceased ancestors, and then leave without a little regret, then this life will be completed. . "

Huaying nodded again and again, and for the first time felt that there was some value in her life.

"Yunlang, I want to eat steamed buns."

After the Huaihua Princess's esophagus did not bleed, she immediately remembered the buns that made her want to stop.

Yun Lang looked at the white and fat buns on the plate. When they touched it and found that the buns had become warm, they picked up a slightly smaller bun and put it in Huaihua's hands. They said warmly: "Slowly eat, some buns are."

Seeing Princess Huaihua nibbling at the buns slowly, Yun Lang left the Princess's humble palace.

As soon as he went out, he was going to kill Sui Yue. This was obviously the fault of this bastard. He told him long ago that Princess Huaihua could not be neglected here, but he thought he wanted to participate in the military arrangement.

He didn't know how important it was for the emperor to return to Huaihua Princess alive.

After learning that Princess Huaihua was safe and sound, Sui Yue disappeared without a trace for the first time.

When He Shilan agreed to hand over to the first level of the Huns for the third time, Yun Lang personally met him. This time, He Shilan appeared in front of Yun Lang with a young Qiang.

The purpose is obvious. He has delivered more than 160 Huns men to the first level, which can meet the requirements of sending his siblings to study in Beijing.

"This is my third son He Lan ..."

He Shilan seemed more humble.

Yun Lang took up the tea bowl and blew the foam on it, took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Brother He Lan has ever been to school?"

He Shilan accompanied the smiling face carefully and said: "Roughly proficient in writing and writing, he has learned a bit from the Han family's husband."

Yun Lang smiled and said: "Is it important not to have studied or not, since you have beheaded more than 160 Huns, then He Lan should enroll.

I wonder when the patriarch will prepare Linglang to enroll? "

He Shilan bowed and said: "It is all settled by the prince."

Yun Lang nodded and said, "Sometimes, officials from Hongya Temple will come to my aunt Zangcheng to greet my big princess Huaihua and return to Beijing. It is better to let He Lan go with the princess."

Not waiting for He Shilan to make a speech, He Lan who had stood up immediately fell down to the ground and said in a deep voice: "He Lan is willing to **** the princess back to Beijing."

Yun Lang sighed: "Why don't the rest of the ethnic groups send their children to Chang'an to study?

You know, this is a golden opportunity once in a lifetime. If you miss it, you will lose it. "

He Shilan said with a smiley face: "The Qiang people are ignorant, but my Helan tribe is willing to be the pioneer."

At this point, Yun Lang had to admit that the opportunity will only be given to those who are bold and careful and prepared.

In the foreseeable 100 years, the Great Han Kingdom absolutely does not have enough manpower to fill Hexi.

When calculating the household registration in the autumn of last year, there were only 9.7 million households in the Han Dynasty. The number is huge. The land of the Han Dynasty is also vast. The population of more than 20 million people is scattered on the land of the Han Dynasty and still looks sparse. .

In the convenient, safe, fertile land has not been cultivated, there will be no real Hanjiazi venture to Hexi to gain a foothold.

Since Hanjiazi can't pass in a short time, only the hard-working assimilation of Qiang people can teach the Qiang nobles by means of Han's education. As long as they persevere, these Qiang people will eventually lose their own national attributes.

After a long time, there are no so-called Qiang people. After all, most of the glory of civilization in this world comes from the sun shining from the Hans.

Therefore, Yun Lang is very interested in sending Qiang children to study in the Han Dynasty.

"Yu--"

Huo Qubing strangled the reins of the war horse, lifted the mask on his face, and raised his hand. His family sent Huo Liang to a kettle.

Huo Qubing pulled out the stopper and took a sip of cold boiled water to rinse his mouth, then spit out the water along with the sand.

The Gobi beach in May is still desolate. Looking up, the rolling low hills are connected one by one until the end of the sky.

Chang Shi Nie Yi wiped a sweat and said: "General Qi Yun, fifty miles in a row, we did not find any sheep plate (sheep's feces accumulation place)."

Huo Qubing took a sip of water and ran his throat and said: "Then continue to look for it, we must find the sheep's plate, otherwise, it means that we are going the wrong way."

Nie Yi smiled bitterly: "General, why do you have to find a sheep plate? Why do you have to use a sheep plate to determine our marching direction?

You should know that if you get lost in the wasteland, the consequences are terrible. "

Huo Guang was not prepared to explain this to Nie Yi. He always hated explaining his own ideas.

In the past, the military generals only knew that they were obedient. Neither Li Gan nor Zhao Ponu had the habit of being talkative. Since Nie Yi has become a long history, his nonsense has been irritating.

As a long history of the army, I don't even know the role of the sheep plate, and I don't know what his long history can do.

"Add three hundred scouts and continue searching for sheep."

Huo went sick and gave a military order indifferently, and immediately the subordinate soldiers drove away with the flag on their backs.

Seeing the embarrassment of Nie Yi's face, Zhao Ponu whispered: "When a sheep dish is found, it will determine how many people there are in this tribe."

Nie Yi questioned: "It's just a pile of sheep dung ..."

Zhao Ponu said: "A pile of sheep dung? Did you know that the shepherds wouldn't be able to survive if they didn't have a sheep dish when they moved to the grassland?

Nie Yi saw that Huo was going to be sick and beat the horse again, so he bowed to Zhao Ponu: "Want to hear the details!"

Zhao Ponu said with a smile: "Winter has just passed, and long history shows that in the long winter, the shepherd still needs to rush the flock to seek food.

However, when the weather is cold, the sheep are lying on the cold ground, and they will never cover the hot and cold land. Therefore, the sheep lying directly on the ground and resting will be frozen to death.

Some sheep are smarter. At this time, they will be pressed against other sheep. Sometimes, one night later, a large flock of one thousand sheep, less than half of the sheep can stand up the next day. For the Huns, it was almost a disaster.

At this time, if there is a lot of sheep dung, these sheep will sleep on the sheep dung, thus avoiding the fate of being frozen to death.

These sheep dung are the result of the accumulation of the Huns and the shepherds, and the migration route of the flock is inherently constant.

Therefore, as long as you find the sheep plate and follow the sheep plate, you can definitely find a relatively large Xiongnu tribe. "