Listening to what Mo Rigen said about black disasters and white disasters, Captain Shi couldn't help but sigh and said: "I see, that's it. No wonder our ancestors said that the family has a lot of wealth, and the hairy ones don't count."

Mo Rigen laughed, but the laughter was full of bitterness: "Whether it counts as furry or not, not everyone on the grassland can have furry wealth. For example, those tribal leaders and noble men are the real deal.

With a rich family and a fortune, ordinary shepherd slaves like us..."

Captain Shi reached out and patted Morigen on the shoulder and said: "The previous sufferings are over. From the day you entered the Ten Thousand Cavalry Camp, you are no longer ordinary shepherd slaves."

Morigen nodded and reminded Captain Shi: "You have to lower the brim of your hat. It's better to have snow now. When the weather clears up, the snow can blind people's eyes."

Shifu sighed and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, raised his finger and pointed to a small black dot in the distance and said to Mo Rigen: "Do you think that is a felt bag?"

Morigen squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but found that he couldn't see anything. All he could see was the white snow. If it weren't for the fact that there was no shortage of oil and salt in the food for the past month after entering Wanqi Camp, Morigen would have been there now.

They had to crawl into their nests like ordinary herdsmen in all parts of the grassland, and they simply did not dare to rush on their way at this time.

Because there has always been a lack of salt on the grassland, even if Luanzhou City has begun to sell salt to the grassland, Morigen's status as a herdsman has also destined that Morigen will not be able to eat enough salt. His eyesight is naturally not as good as that of Shifu who does not lack salt.

long.

Seeing Mo Rigen trying hard to narrow his eyes, Captain Shi couldn't help but feel a little funny, and inexplicably a little pitiful, and then he was glad that he was born in the Song Dynasty.

After patting Morigen's shoulder again, Shifu said: "Let's go directly and have a look."

Mo Rigen nodded reluctantly. Although he wished that Altu and the nobles would die in this white disaster, Mo Rigen really didn't know how to reject this person who had always taken good care of him.

Elder Brother Shiv.

…

In the sweat tent of the Tata tribe, Aletu, Baiyin, Bala and other tribal leaders stared in worry, but the guards outside the big tent violently opened the sweat tent.

Zhanmen, without even having time to salute, shouted to Altu and others: "Dragon flag! It's the dragon flag of the Song Dynasty!"

Altu stood up from the sweat seat with a groan, walked quickly to the felt door, pushed the guard away, covered his forehead with his hands, and asked: "Where is it? Where is the dragon flag?"

A group of other tribal leaders, large and small, also came out, raised their hands to cover their foreheads, and looked at Altu together.

"To the southwest!"

The guard thought to himself that the main entrance of our felt bag opened to the southeast, but Luanzhou is not in the southeast, but in the southwest. You sweating people keep looking in the southeast?

Altu snorted and looked in the direction of the guard's finger, only to see a large Song dragon flag revealed in the distance under the slightly slanting snow curtain, coming towards the direction of the sweat tent.

"Come forward!"

Altu led a group of leaders to greet the dragon flag. From a distance, he first bowed and stroked his chest, saluted, and said loudly: "Welcome our friends from the Song Dynasty."

Gao Chong, who was leading the way, ignored Altu's greetings. Instead, he asked with a sullen face: "The officials have a decree for you Altu, so prepare to receive it! Also, you have nothing to do."

What kind of pasture should I change? If this damn thing hadn't happened to meet people from your tribe, I think all ten thousand households would have been lost!"

Altu said to himself, "Why did Ben Khan change the pasture? You don't have any idea? Those ten thousand herder slaves were put together by various tribes. In other words, they know each tribe very well. If we don't change the place quickly, then what will happen to Ben Khan?"

How can I still fall asleep even though I’m sweating?

While complaining in his heart, Altu led Gao Chong and others towards the sweat tent, and at the same time ordered his close associates to hurry up and prepare to receive the imperial edict.

After Altu was ready to receive the edict, Gao Chong began to recite the imperial edict: "By God, the Emperor of Heaven, the edict says: I accept the order of the Emperor and Heaven to be a great king in the world. I will brave the wind and rain, work hard and sleep night and day.

In order to quell the chaos, we suppressed the troops and brought the people back to the countryside without daring to perish. Today, Tata'er and other tribes in the grassland are suddenly hit by white disasters. I am very heartbroken... I admire this!"

Anyway, the core idea of ​​the entire imperial edict is: I, Zhao Huan, the biological son of God, the father of everyone in the world, now I heard that your grassland has suffered a snow disaster, and I, the emperor, feel uncomfortable, so I sent

I have enlisted my men to help you, so that you can survive this snowstorm safely. I hope you will learn something in the future and don’t always worry about me, otherwise I, the emperor’s father, will have to use a stick to die.

I'll slap you unfilial sons here.

Fortunately, Gao Chong had studied in the Imperial Academy. If he were like Altu, he probably wouldn't be able to understand this imperial edict.

After Gao Chong roughly explained the meaning of the imperial edict, Altu thought, don't say you want to be our father, as long as you can solve this snow disaster, we will admit that you really want to be our grandfather!

What? Embarrassing? Stop talking nonsense, Jin Rixi was a dog for Liu Yezhu, Turk danced for Tang Dynasty, what’s wrong with me, Altu, recognizing a grandfather? This is my biological grandfather!

After respectfully kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to receive the imperial edict, Altu stood up and said to Gao Chong: "Originally, the little Khan and others were worried about this white disaster. Fortunately, the Khan did not give up.

The grassland has caused tens of thousands of households to come to our aid, and Xiaohan and others are grateful!"

Gao Chong responded a few words, then suddenly frowned and said, "I, Lao Gao, have a familiar temperament and speak more straightforwardly. I have something to ask you?"

Aletu said: "I would like to ask Gao Wanhu, but the little Khan will tell you everything he knows."

Gao Chong nodded and asked: "I asked, why does your sweat tent smell so strange? Why does it look like that cowshed?"

Altu's face darkened and he replied: "Haojiao Gao Wanhu learned that this white disaster came so suddenly. Not only did our tribes not have time to prepare the feed for the livestock for the winter, we also failed to prepare all the firewood."

, so that the only way to keep warm in the sweat tent is to burn cow dung, but a lot of the cow dung is not fully dried, and when it is baked by the burned cow dung underneath, the smell is naturally not very good."

Gao Chong hummed and said, "So, what your Tatar department lacks most is fuel for heating?"

Altu shook his head and replied: "Not only our Tatar tribe, but all tribes are short of fuel."

"In addition to fuel, we also lack food, adequate clothing to keep out the cold, and..."
Chapter completed!