With the addition of the Tang dynasty's cavalry, the situation of the entire ranch suddenly took a turn for the worse. The situation was extremely unfavorable to the Montu tribe.
The Hulun chief heaved a heavy sigh of relief. The Tang dynasty was indeed trustworthy. They had stood on the side of his tribe at the first opportunity. To be honest, although the Hulun tribe and the Montu tribe were enemies, the Hulun tribe really did not want to start a war with the Montu tribe. Firstly, they did not have the upper hand in terms of strength. Secondly, the Tuyuhun tribe had just fought a great war, and all the tribes were recuperating. The Hulun tribe had also suffered a great loss.
The Montu chief's face suddenly turned pale. After the Tuyuhun lost the war, almost all the weapons of the tribes had been confiscated. In the face of the fully armed iron weapons of the Tang dynasty, even if the Montu tribe lost all their weapons, it would be difficult to shake the Tang Army.
However, the Montu tribe was not a reckless man. He had also prepared for both sides. This time, he did not come alone. Instead, he invited all the other large tribes. He even invited the Tuyuhun's current Khan, Murong Shun. He did not believe that a general would dare to take the risk of forcing the Tuyuhun to rebel again to seize his ranch.
"Boom, boom!"
A large number of Tuyuhun nobles, who had arrived long ago but had not shown up, surrounded Murong Shun and appeared on the side of the Montu tribe.
Seeing the appearance of the Tang Army, Murong Shun naturally knew that he had to show up. Although he needed the support of the Tang dynasty if he wanted to secure his position as Khan, what Meton did this time directly crossed his bottom line. He actually sold the ranch that originally belonged to the Tuyuhun to the Tuyuhun tribe.
In a short period of time, Meton had won over a large number of small and medium-sized tribes and divided a large number of excellent ranches. These small and medium-sized tribes had to stand on the side of the Tang dynasty if they wanted to protect their hard-earned ranches. This made Murong Shun feel as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
He was not willing to be a puppet of the Tang dynasty. Although he did not dare and did not have the capital to stand on his own, what he wanted to do was to become a partner of the Tang dynasty. If Meton continued to do this, it would not be long before the Tuyuhun tribe would have nothing to do with him. However, he had sent several memorials to the Heaven Khan to allow him to restore the kingdom.... However, there was no response at all.
"Merton!"
Murong Shun greeted him with a smile. The genes of Yang Guang's descendants were vividly displayed in Murong Shun. Coupled with some Hu characteristics, he had a mixed Chinese and foreign beauty. At this moment, Murong Shun was dressed in a Tang suit. Even if Murong Shun was in the Tang dynasty, people would have to praise him as a good man.
Meton looked at Murong Shun, who was like a gigolo, with some jealousy. He touched his face that was tanned from chasing into the desert and snorted coldly.
"Prince Shun!"
Meton greeted him and cupped his hands.
Meton's previous actions had completely ignored Murong Shun. Naturally, he did not recognize Murong Shun's position as the Tuyuhun Khan.
Murong Shun's face stiffened, but then it disappeared. He had swallowed his anger for 15 years. Why would he care about enduring a little longer?
"Khan! You have to make a decision for the Mantu tribe! The Hulun tribe snatched my ranch for no reason. This is a violation of the agreement of the grassland. It is a betrayal of the god of the grassland. "When the Montu tribe saw Murong Shun and the other leaders arrive, they immediately stepped forward and complained.
"What do you mean your ranch? Your Montu tribe snatched this ranch from my tribe 30 years ago," the Hulun leader retorted, not to be outdone.
The two immediately started arguing with daggers drawn.
Murong Shun pretended to have a headache. He looked at Merton and asked, "Merton, how do you think this matter should be resolved?"
Meton laughed and said, "This matter is very simple."
"Simple?" Murong Shun looked at Meton in disbelief. Even the Montu and Hulun leaders stopped arguing and listened attentively.
Meton nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Since the Montu tribe no longer has a ranch, why not buy one? I have many good ranches with no owner anyway."
As Meton spoke, he involuntarily glanced at the leaders of the large tribes behind Murong Shun.
The leaders of the large tribes suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. If the Montu tribe had nowhere else to go and bought their own ranch, they could not help but feel terrified at the thought of this possibility. Murong Shun's face turned cold.
He naturally understood Meton's unspoken words. He said coldly, "Shun has been in Chang 'an City for many years. I have heard of the School of Mo. Everyone knows that the School of Mo is tolerant and non-aggressive. But today, Merton not only provoked a fight between two tribes, he also deliberately provoked a fight between all the tribes in the grassland. The people are furious. I'm afraid such behavior goes against the philosophy of the School of Mo!"
Murong Shun had indeed received the elite education of the Tang dynasty. He directly attacked Meton's biggest weakness.
Meton paused and stared sharply at Murong Shun. He said, "I know the philosophy of the School of Mo better than Prince Shun. The School of Mo is the School of Mo of the Tang dynasty. If Tuyuhun joins the Tang dynasty now, the School of Mo will guarantee that the philosophy of the School of Mo will benefit all the herdsmen."
Meton was not afraid at all. If Meton had done this in the Tang dynasty, he would have been condemned by everyone. However, Meton was in Tuyuhun, which had not yet joined the Tang dynasty, so he naturally had no psychological burden.
Murong Shun's face suddenly stiffened. He had been seeking the restoration of the Tuyuhun. How could he be willing to let Tuyuhun join the Tang dynasty?
Meton said loudly, "I came for peace. Now that I have entered the Qinghai region, the Tang Army has never robbed any herdsmen of their cattle or sheep. They have never killed a single Tuyuhun, nor have they forced anyone to buy or sell them. They are all willing. How can that be?"
Meton's words were exactly what troubled Murong Shun. Although Meton had robbed a large number of Tuyuhun's cattle and sheep when he entered the Qinghai region, these small and medium-sized tribes were all willing to give them to him. No one had come to complain to Murong Shun.
This time, it was with great difficulty that Murong Shun had the opportunity to intervene in this matter because of the Mantu tribe.
"The pasture in the Qinghai region is owned by the herdsmen. Merton has sold it to the tribes for private use. Isn't that cutting off the livelihood of the other tribes? The Montu tribe that has lost their pasture can only be displaced on the grassland and slowly dissipate. The Mo family advocates the love of the world with impartiality. Can you bear to see this scene?" Murong Shun said coldly.
Meton laughed and said, "In my opinion, I'm afraid that Prince Shun's words are wrong!"
Murong Shun's face flushed red. He stared at Meton and argued, "Although Shun is far away, I have long heard that Merton is a famous scholar. Today, Shun has specially come to ask for Merton's opinion."
Meton said proudly, "Prince Shun said that the pasture in the Qinghai region is owned by the herdsmen. This is the biggest joke in the world. This Marquis has traveled all over the Tuyuhun with the army. What I have seen is that the large tribes have occupied the pasture with abundant water and grass, while the small tribes are in the barren land. They are in a precarious situation. If they offend the large tribes, they will immediately be annihilated. This Marquis wants to ask Prince Shun whether the pasture is owned by the herdsmen of the world or by the large tribes."
Murong Shun's face suddenly became awkward. This was also the reason why Meton was able to win over the hearts of the small and medium tribes in such a short time. It was extremely difficult for the small and medium tribes to survive in the grasslands. Now that they had the opportunity to obtain a good pasture, none of the tribes would give it up.
"In the grasslands, the large tribes wantonly bully the small and medium tribes. There are also many tribes that wantonly fight over the pasture. The number of casualties is likely to be several times more than the number of casualties in this war. In my opinion, the greatest responsibility lies in the public ownership of the pasture. If the pasture is privately owned, then each tribe will graze in their own pasture. When the sun rises, the herdsmen will bring the cattle and sheep out of the pasture. When the sun sets, the herdsmen will bring the cattle and sheep back. Husband and wife will reunite. The tribes will not invade each other and will live in peace. This is the true style of the grasslands." Meton said proudly.
Suddenly, almost all the herdsmen were attracted by the beautiful picture described by Meton. They couldn't help but indulge in it.
Even Murong Shun couldn't help but indulge in it at that moment. However, he immediately reacted. Meton described it as beautiful, but what Meton was selling was the pasture that originally belonged to him. Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud.
Murong Shun's eyes moved, and suddenly his face was full of ridicule. He said: "I thought Merton was a man of great wisdom. However, after seeing you today, I am greatly disappointed. It turns out that the famous Mo Jiazi is just a person who talks big. In the grasslands, a pasture alone can't raise many cattle and sheep. The herdsmen can only travel to faraway places to raise many cattle and sheep. According to Merton, I am afraid that this is the end of the Tuyuhun tribe. "
The corners of Meton's mouth curved into a smile. He said: "You can't do it, but it doesn't mean that the House of Mo can't do it. After five days, I will invite all the tribal leaders of the Qinghai region to gather at the Qinghai Lake. The House of Mo wants to prove to the herdsmen that pasture is the mainstream. Even if the Qinghai region has ten times more cattle and sheep, there will be more than enough to spare. From then on, the herdsmen of the Qinghai region will no longer have to worry about hunger and grassland disputes."
"Boom!"
In an instant, all the herdsmen's eyes were focused on Meton. This time, the sensation caused by Meton was even more intense than when he had sold the pasture in the Qinghai region.
Murong Shun looked at Meton who had become the center of attention. At this moment, even he, the unacknowledged Khan of the Tuyuhun, was overshadowed. At the same time, Meton's legendary deeds in the Tang dynasty appeared in his mind.
He hoped that what Meton said was true. In this way, the Tuyuhun tribe would definitely be revived. At the same time, he hoped that Meton was just boasting. In this way, he would be able to restore the Tuyuhun to its original state and become the true Khan of the Tuyuhun.
Soon, Meton's words spread throughout the Qinghai region and immediately caused a stir in all the Tuyuhun tribes.
Big and small tribal leaders rushed to the Mantu pasture, no, the Hulun pasture. This method could allow the Qinghai region to raise ten times more cattle and sheep. Even the Tuyuhun tribes who hated the Han people couldn't resist this temptation. Even the Dang Xiang tribe heard the news and rushed over.
"Is Mo Jiu confident?" In the Hulun tribe, Gao Shilian asked worriedly.
He had been happily receiving cattle and sheep in the rear. When he heard this, he immediately handed over his work to a subordinate and led 30,000 cavalry to the Qinghai region.
Meton said confidently, "Lord Gao, don't worry. The Tuyuhun herdsmen are vulgar. They only know how to let their cattle and sheep run around. In my opinion, this is a great waste. If the Han people use the Mohist method to graze on the same pasture, not to mention ten times more cattle and sheep, they can even raise twenty times more cattle and sheep. "
The Qinghai pasture, which had deteriorated so much in the future, had at least a hundred times more cattle and sheep than the current Tuyuhun. At this moment, what Meton said about increasing the number of cattle and sheep by ten times was not impossible.
"I naturally have faith in Marquis Mo's ability." Gao Shilian was slightly relieved. In Chang 'an, he had long heard of Meton's miraculous abilities. Many things that others thought were impossible could be turned into miracles in Meton's hands.
"But if Merton really has such a good method, then wouldn't the Tuyuhun benefit for nothing?" Gao Shilian couldn't help but worry. If the Qinghai region could raise ten times more cattle and sheep, how great would the benefits be?
Meton smiled confidently. "I don't know if Lord Gao thinks that a nomadic tribe is easier to manage or a nomadic tribe with a fixed pasture is easier to manage."
Gao Shilian's eyes couldn't help but brighten. The biggest reason why nomads were so unruly and difficult to tame was that they didn't have a fixed residence. Once they entered the vast grassland, they couldn't find anyone. However, private pasture could certainly restrict these tribes to a certain range. Where could this tribe run to if they were surrounded by owned pasture?
Gao Shilian couldn't help but think quickly. If Mo Jiazi could fulfill his promise, then the Tang dynasty would have a firm foothold in Tuyuhun.
"By the way, did you bring the flour I asked you to bring?" Meton suddenly thought of this and asked. He had previously promised the grassland tribes that a sheep could be exchanged for three times the weight of grain. Meton was actually prepared to change all the grain into the expensive flour.
"I've already brought it. There are hundreds of carriages. But if we use corn, won't the imperial court earn more?" Gao Shilian was puzzled. For the grassland herdsmen who lived on the line of starvation, whether it was corn or flour, it was the same to them as long as it could fill their stomachs.
Meton explained, "The most taboo in a transaction is unfairness. The price of corn is too low in the Tang dynasty, and the price of mutton is too high. In the long run, if the herdsmen hear about it, it will certainly make them feel unbalanced and resentful toward the Tang dynasty. The high price of flour can let the people of Lanzhou City earn a sum of money for the craftsmanship, and it can also make the transaction seem fair. This will calm the herdsmen's hearts."
Gao Shilian suddenly understood. He couldn't help but look at Meton with admiration. He didn't doubt that the herdsmen would be willing to exchange flour. After all, most of the herdsmen were still in a state of starvation. Flour could help them no longer endure hunger. They wouldn't refuse such a thing.
Meton lowered his voice and said, "Moreover, the Tang dynasty not only needs to support the tribes of Qinghai, but also needs to control them. Corn can still be eaten after a few years, but flour is not easy to store. It can only be stored for a year at most. Moreover, it is very easy to be damp and spoil in summer. If Tuyuhun changes, the Tang dynasty only needs to cut off the flour supply. It won't be long before Tuyuhun will return to its original state."
"Relying on the Tang dynasty, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. Betraying the Tang dynasty and starving! This is a wonderful plan. From now on, I believe that Tuyuhun will never be able to break away from the Tang dynasty! "Gao Shilian clapped his hands and praised.
Meton nodded. This was exactly what he had planned.
"If this plan can be used on the tribes of Qinghai, then it can also be used on the tribes of the Turks. It can even be used on the other tribes of the grasslands!" Gao Shilian added. In this way, the Tang dynasty could exchange a large number of cattle and sheep with grain every year. This business was definitely profitable. More importantly, this method of control was extremely well hidden. There was no shortage of flour from the grassland tribes. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect it at all.
"Lord Gao is wise!" Meton looked at Gao Shilian with admiration. As expected of an elite of the Tang dynasty, he was able to magnify this plan several times in such a short time.
Gao Shilian smiled complacently and said, "After this, you and I will write a memorial to the imperial court and use this method to control the grasslands. It will definitely be a great achievement."
Meton also smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Young master, all the leaders have arrived. They are just waiting for you and Lord Gao." Meton and Gao Shilian had just finished their discussion when Tie An reminded them from outside.
Gao Shilian saw that Meton was full of wisdom and his confidence in Meton increased by 30%. He stood up first and said, "Mo Jiu, let's go together. This Old Man has heard a lot about the famous Mo family's unique skill."
Meton quickly stood up and said, "I promise I won't let Lord Gao down."
Meton opened the tent flap and walked out. He took a deep breath. From now on, his nomadic life that had lasted for thousands of years was about to end. The era of fixed pasture was about to arrive.
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