Pu Lin has admired the Han culture since he was a child and liked to read some Han Chinese classics very much. Speaking of which, Pu Lin also has one thing in common with Guan Gong, that is, they both like to read "Spring and Autumn".

Pu Lin was sent to Fu Jian as a hostage when he was a child. Because Pu Lin was well-behaved and very fond of Fu Jian, Fu Jian often brought Pu Lin by his side and raised him as half of his son. It was also because Pu Lin grew up next to Fu Jian, so Fu Jian trusted Pu Lin very much. No matter big or small, he always discussed with Pu Lin.

Perhaps because of his familiarity with Han books, Pu Lin's style of conduct was influenced by Han culture, less reckless of ethnic minorities, and more strategy. This is considered an alien among the Di people. In the eyes of the Di people, if the Han people use strategy, it is a manifestation of cunning and treacherous, and if the Di people use strategy, it is called a wise man. So Pu Lin, who is good at calculating, became a wise man among the Di people.

Late at night, Pu Lin sat in the house, frowned tightly, holding a copy of Sima Qian's "Records of the Grand Historian" in his hand, and was reading under the lamp.

Seeing Pu Lin frowning, none of the guards dared to come in to disturb Pu Lin. Everyone knows that whenever Pu Lin encounters trouble, he finds a place to sit down and frowns to read the Han Chinese classics. At this time, Pu Lin dislikes being disturbed the most.

Now it is the autumn harvest season, and the Di people have begun to harvest grain, but this year's harvest situation is very unsatisfactory.

Although loess is a very suitable soil for planting, the places where the Di people are located are too remote. Although the Western Regions were shaded by green trees in the Three Kingdoms era, the climate was not much wet, and the rainfall was not much better than now. The sandstorm on the northern grasslands blows every year, but there are tracts of woods that prevent the Western Regions from becoming deserts and Gobi.

At the beginning, the Di people came here to reclaim the land, and the harvest was good. After all, these lands have not been cultivated for many years and are very fertile. However, after so many years of cultivation and planting, the land has become thinner and thinner, which makes the Di people's harvest worse year by year. In addition, the rainfall last year was not sufficient, which made the Di people's harvest the worst in history.

If it is just because the harvest is not good, Pu Lin doesn't have to worry too much. The Di people will deal with it themselves. However, after the Di people harvested the food and grass every year, the Qiang people will always ask for a large part. This year, the Qiang people are attacking Liangzhou, and the food and grass consumed are several times more than in previous years, so the Qiang people will definitely ask for more food this year.

"Oh..." Pu Lin sighed slightly. So many years of stable farming life have increased the population of the Di people several times, but the Di people have not expanded much new land. Many fertile places are the grasslands of the Qiang people. The Di people dare not reclaim them at all. Most Di people can only reclaim some mountains and forests or barren land. In this way, in a few years, the Di people's food will inevitably be inadequate.

"Why did Mr. Pu Lin sigh?" A voice came from the door. Pu Lin raised his head and found that at some point there was a person at the door, a young man under twenty years old.

"Ah!" Pu Lin was shocked. Pu Lin was also a chief of the country after all. Although Pu Lin's residence was not considered a five-step, ten-step whistle, it was also considered a tight guard. It was extremely difficult for ordinary people to sneak in, let alone their own residence.

Pu Lin looked out the door and found that the two guards standing guard at the door had arrived.

Pu Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. The other party was very young, but since he could appear in front of him without alarming a guard, he even put the two guards in front of his door, it showed that the other party's martial arts were very good.

Pu Lin is not proficient in martial arts. Faced with a person who can easily sneak into his residence, Pu Lin knew that he was probably not the opponent's opponent. Moreover, the young man in front of him might have the ability to take his life with his hands raised. Thinking of this, Pu Lin calmed down.

Pu Lin, who calmed down, began to look at A Dou in front of him. A Dou was too young, and the youth surprised Pu Lin. From A Dou's calm eyes, Pu Lin could feel that the other party had no murderous aura.

"It shouldn't be here to cause trouble for me!" At this moment, Pu Lin made a judgment. However, Pu Lin didn't know that the real masters were introverted and could not be seen from their appearance.

Pu Lin bowed, pointed to the seat next to him, and said calmly: "This little brother, please sit down."

Adou glanced at Pu Lin with appreciation. With just a few eye-catching skills, Pu Lin recovered from the shock just now, and was considered a character.

"What's the reason for this little brother, I'm here late at night?" Pu Lin asked.

"I have something, I want to ask Mr. Pu to see it." As Adou said, he reached into his arms and took out the Wusun golden knife.

"Hey, is this?" Pu Lin walked forward, looked at the Wusun golden sword carefully, and then took it in his hand and played with it.

"This is not something from us Di people, nor is it something from Han people. Look at this pattern, it is not something from the Huns." Pu Lin flicked the golden knife with his hand and continued: "This should be made of gold. By the way, I remembered that this pattern is only available in Wusun, and this is something from Wusun!"

"Mr. Pu said it well. This is something from the Wusun people."

"The Wusun people are really big, using pure gold to create this knife..." Pu Lin said suddenly, and as if he had thought of something, the expression on his face also frozen.

"My little brother, are you from Central China?" Pu Lin asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'm from Central China."

"You can't be wrong, you shouldn't be wrong. This is something that the prince of Wusun wore. If I guess correctly, you must be a descendant of your benefactor!" Pu Lin said as he immediately sorted out his clothes, bowed to Adou and said, "My benefactor, please accept Pu Lin's bow."

"It seems you know what happened back then?" A Dou felt a little relieved. At first, A Dou was still worried that Pu Lin would not know the origin of this golden knife. Now it seems that Pu Lin knew what happened back then.

Pu Lin nodded: "How can my clan forget the kindness of my benefactor to our clan? I have heard of the past from my father."

Adou nodded with some relief. Since Pu Lin knew the meaning of this golden knife, it saved a lot of trouble.

Pu Lin on the opposite side also understood that the Wusun Golden Sword had not appeared for decades, and now it suddenly appeared in front of him. It must be that the owner of the Golden Sword had trouble asking for help from him, so he traveled thousands of miles from the Central Plains to the Western Regions to find him.

So after a few greetings with A Dou, Pu Lin asked, "My benefactor is here this time, I don't know what to do. My grandfather once said that my benefactor must help me. As long as I Pu Lin can help me, I will do my best!"

Pu Lin was talking passionately, but Adou noticed a slight flash from Pu Lin's eyes.

"It seems that Pu Lin is a slippery person!" Adou sighed slightly in his heart, but at the same time, a smile appeared on his face and said, "I really have something to ask for."

"My benefactor, please speak."

"To be honest, I came from Chang'an." Adouxian introduced.

Pu Lin nodded. The person who came from Chang'an meant that the benefactor in front of him was from Liu Bei's side.
Chapter completed!