Returning to Before Husband’s Castration - Chapter 225

Alta Khan decided not to consider using his wife for food. However, as the leader of the Great Khan and the Mongolian Tatar Tribe, he has the obligation to shelter the local people. His people are starving to death, if only by fighting to quell Ados’s In the army, he will lose the prestige of being a great sweat. In the wolf pack, when the wolf king cannot find food for the wolf pack, there will be other strong wolves to challenge the position of the wolf king.

To solve this problem thoroughly, it is not enough to suppress it by force alone. The fundamental problem-food needs to be solved.

However, everyone is short of food, where do you get food from?

The grandsons of Han Naji and Alta Khan stood up to share their worries for the grandfather, and said: “Dai Khan, Bailian Sect still has surplus grain. The leader almost bought out Fengcheng’s grain in winter. At the highest point, the price increased by five. Double, even the price of dried meat is going up. Now my tribe is starving. There is not so much gold and silver to buy food. It is because the White Lotus Sect is driving up the price of the food. This is the situation, and the White Lotus Sect should be asked to spit out the grain.”

Ba Hanaji is eighteen years old this year. He is a handsome young man. His father, Buyan Taiji, is the third son of Alta Khan and the leader of the Bayut Ministry. But he died young, and Ba Hanaji was his only one. son.

I Da Khan felt sorry for this orphan and grandson, so he took him to the Khan Ting to raise him, and he was taken care of by the second Hatun—Yike Hatun. The grandson who grew up under his nose is different from other grandsons, and Han Naji is the most beloved grandson of Al Dakhan.

Similarly, Han Naji was the only grandson who did not approve of sending Zhong Jin Hatun to Ados for food. He thinks that Zhong Jin Hatun is grandpa’s woman, and grandpa is very happy with her. As grandpa’s favorite grandson, of course he has to maintain his dignity.

However, Han Naji’s generation is too low, and there is no father to support him. People say it is light. As soon as he spoke, he was stunned by his uncle Huang Jitai and asked this nephew to shut up. He knew a fart at a young age. .

Now, Huang Jitai was blasted out by his grandfather to guard the city gate, and Han Naji dared to stand up and offer advice.

Ding Wu listened, almost applauding for Han Naji’s idea, and stabbed Bailianjiao again. It was really killing two birds with one stone.

Ding Wu said: “Hannaji is right. The Bailian Sect is protected by the profuse sweat, and he has given him the fertile and elevated land to farm. Now it is time to repay the profuse sweat. This is the fastest way to get food and demand. The way Ados retreats.”

My Da Khan has a guilty conscience. As early as last winter, the land with the most grain production was squeezed dry by me. The leader Zhao Quan gave Khan Ting a tribute of 40,000 shi of grain, leaving only a ration of 10,000 shi. In the winter, the Bailian Sect starved to death. Half of the church members apostasy and fled to the customs. In order to stabilize the floating hearts of the people, Zhao Quan scattered all his wealth to buy food for the winter, and now he stretched out his hand again, I’m afraid…

My answer Khan was thinking, and the courtiers stood up one by one and said: “The minister agrees!”

“That’s how it should be! The troubles caused by the White Lotus Sect should be solved by the White Lotus Sect!”

“Does any of us have as much food as the White Lotus Sect, and who does he not?”

Everyone supports Han Naji’s proposal-the deadly poor Dao is not as good as the dead Daoist friends. As long as they don’t get food from their own granary, who would not? It hurts to cut meat on oneself, so let’s cut Bailianjiao.

I answered Khan and thought: Bailian religion has no country, and the people are only loyal to the leader. Then they followed Zhao Quan to betray the homeland and migrate to the land of uplift to cultivate the land to be self-sufficient. Even the homeland said to throw away, and it is even more impossible Be loyal to me. They are not my people, they are not loyal to me, they squeeze their food, and starve them to death. What is it to me?

I Da Khan made a decision and said, “Call Zhao Quan.”

Ding Wu was ordered to go to the White Lotus Sect General Altar, and the Ados army besieged the city. Zhao Quan convened a group of young believers from the White Lotus Sect to form a death squad, intending to dedicate it to Alta Khan and serve as a pawn.

Ding Wu watched these young faces fanatically recite the treasures of the White Lotus Sect, impassioned, willing to die, sad and angry in his heart, yelling at Zhao Quan for being shameless, and still forced to be calm on his face, “Master, I must meet you.”

Zhao Quan was already ready and said, “Do you want me to send troops to relieve the siege? Don’t worry, I’m ready. These thousand people are on standby at any time to go to the Pure Land of Paradise and enjoy the blessing.”

Ding Wu said: “Bansheng has run out of strong labor, right? The land will be cultivated and planted immediately. What should I do if there is not enough manpower?”

Zhao Quan didn’t care, “After a few battles, many prisoners of war must have become slaves. From the sweat, I asked two thousand young and strong slaves to promote work. The slaves did more work and eat less. This The sale is a good deal.”

Zhao Quanming has his own survival wisdom to this day. In his eyes, human life is no different from goods, and they can all be traded. These religious people were bewitched by him, and they even looked forward to dying. They arrived in the Pure Land of Bliss, far away from all misery.

Ding Wuqiang resisted the urge to explode Zhao Quan’s dog’s head, and praised: “The leader is countless, admire and admire him.”

Zhao Quan asked again: “Why did I answer Khan on earth? How many soldiers does he need? I’m so prepared.”

Ding Wu said vaguely: “You will know when you go, anyway, it has something to do with the siege of Addos.”

When Zhao Quan arrived at Hanting, he felt that something was wrong as soon as he entered. Everyone stared at him as if looking at a sizzling barbecue. This feeling of wolves looking around made him get goose bumps.

Zhao Quan looked back at Ding Wu. Ding Wu had been walking away early and went to San Niangzi to avoid the limelight.

Blocking Hannagi at the door, as if afraid that this piece of fat would fly with wings.

Zhao Quan bit his head and saluted, I answered Khan and gave him a seat, and said, “I need 20,000 stones of food–“

Before Zhao Quan’s buttocks were next to his seat, he stood up and thumped on his knees, “Profusely, the grain storehouse of the White Lotus Sect has long been empty. Moreover, he lent 40,000 shi of grain to the Profusely before. , There is really no surplus to borrow!”

Han Naji was young and impulsive, full-blooded, and cursed: “You have no food? You bought all the food in Quanfeng City into the grain depot. The price of food is soaring. You are the only one who makes trouble. You dare to cheat. Sweat, saying that there is no more food!”

Everyone also agreed and accused Zhao Quan of buying all the food in Fengcheng, so that others had no food to eat.

Zhao Quan really wanted to cry without tears. He didn’t steal or rob, and moved out all the small vaults he had accumulated for many years to buy food. What’s wrong with him?

Now that the food he bought at a high price has to be requisitioned by Idahan, what should Bailian teach the religious people to do?

What is the prestige of the leader when entering a religion to avoid catastrophe and becoming a religion to starve? Wouldn’t the remaining 25,000 religious people run away?

Zhao Quan couldn’t help but knelt and begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, sweating, spring ploughing is about to happen, and manpower is needed. If the people are hungry and run into the pass, who will plant the land for the sweat? A part of the grain depot. Grain is used as seeds. I starve to death. I don’t move the seed grain. You can’t use the grain.”

I Da Khan said, “I’m not here to discuss with you. I order you to take out 20,000 shi of grain today, and Han Naji will go with you to the grain depot to transport grain. As for the manpower and seed grain for spring ploughing, there is still one month left. , I will let people transport the grain for seeds from the customs, and ask slaves to go to the elevated land to plant the land, without delaying the sowing and harvesting.”

It means that if the people want to run, they run, anyway, it is not my people. The land is mine, the people don’t plant it, but my people plant it, without you Bailian teaches anything.

In the past, when Bansheng was barren, Fengcheng basically had to pass through border smuggling/smuggling of food. Over the past two decades, the grain produced by Bansheng has been able to meet the needs of Bailianjiao and Fengcheng. There are surplus grains to raise cattle and sheep, feed pigs and chickens. In its heyday, there were 50,000 horses and 30,000 heads of cattle. The surplus food was exchanged for meat with the surrounding herdsmen, and life was good.

There was more food, the population increased sharply, a drought, the food plummeted, and the sweat took up most of it, and it reached the point where people were starved to death. In order to satisfy the hunger and save food and grass, only more than 1,000 were left for transportation in cultivated land. The cattle and horses and the breeding cattle and stallions were all slaughtered for meat. I thought that when spring arrived, the crisis would be resolved. I didn’t expect to have a colder spring than winter. I answered Khan regardless of Zhao Quan’s life and death. Squeeze the Bailianjiao dry.

Zhao Quan walked to the feet of Ida Khan, hugged his leg, begging bitterly, “No way, sweating, 20,000 stones are gone, the Bailian Church collapsed, the trees fell and scattered, the churches all ran away, and the land needed to be cultivated. It is impossible for slaves to know craftsmanship all at once. They cannot just plant and grow. Herdsmen and farmers are separated like a mountain.”

Fearing that Zhao Quangou would jump over the wall and hurt his grandfather, Han Naji grabbed Zhao Quan’s hand and forcibly tore him from Al Dahan’s leg. “You must not scare people. The herdsmen can’t farm, leave a few The peasants can just give pointers by the side. They are all hard work. Whoever does it or not, Hugh is alarmist here. The food is grown in our fields and belongs to us. For more than 20 years, I have not been sweating. You collect rent, now it’s time to repay your sweat.”

Half-pull Hannagi and half-drag, get Zhao Quan away, and go to Bansheng Granary to transport grain.

Zhao Quan didn’t give up, he was dragged to the ground and kept yelling, “I’m not full of porridge. What should I do with more than 20,000 religious people? Sweat! I’m willing to give up 10,000 stones! Don’t transport them all! Give them to Bai Lian. Teach you to keep a little!”

I ignored Zhao Quan’s begging. The churchmen belonged to Zhao Quan. It’s up to me to die of starvation or flee to the gate—our own people are starving.

No one sympathized with Zhao Quan, and smashed Han Najii’s casserole-like fists, stunned him, carried him on his shoulders, stuffed him into the carriage, and left Hanting.

Ding Wu looked at Zhao Quan, who put Hannaji on his shoulders, and looked like a pig that was fed plumply. When the New Year comes, he feeds him, feeds him, and fattens the pig. The pig hums contentedly, and waits until the owner takes it. It was tied to the slaughterhouse before it suddenly realized, struggling and howling desperately, it was too late.

Zhao Quan raised the ignorant religious people as pigs, and took them out for sacrifice anytime and anywhere. I Dakhan also raised Zhao Quan as pigs, and took them out to slaughter them and eat meat at critical moments.

It’s a cycle of heaven, and retribution is unhappy.

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