"I have long heard that the unique skills of the School of Mo are unparalleled in the world. Today, I see that they are indeed extraordinary. A simple secret skill of the School of Mo will certainly save thousands of herdsmen from starvation. By the way, I would like to thank Merton for being so righteous and teaching us the method of storing grass in Tuyuhun."
Murong Shun stood in a daze for a long time, then laughed and praised with a face full of praise. With the help of these unique skills of the School of Mo, Murong Shun believed that it would not be long before the Tuyuhun would rise again.
The other leaders also seemed to wake up from a dream. They all stood up and bowed to Meton to thank him. Many leaders looked at Meton with burning eyes. The war between the Tuyuhun and the Tang dynasty had not been long, but at this moment, all the leaders secretly regretted that Mo Jiazi had not come to the grassland earlier.
"Of course, all this is not free for you to use." Meton's voice rang out again. Murong Shun and the other leaders suddenly fell silent like ducks caught by the neck.
"Marquis Mo wouldn't be joking right?!"
Murong Shun turned his head to look at Meton with difficulty and said, "Shun has heard that Merton is so righteous that he has publicized the secret skills of the School of Mo many times in the exhibition of the School of Mo's skills in Chang 'an City. Countless people have benefited from it, and everyone praises the School of Mo for its righteousness."
Meton shook his head and said, "I have to correct you here. The unique skills of the School of Mo are not for the people of the world to use for free, but for the people of the Tang dynasty to use for free! If you want to use it, you have to pay with money or cattle. "
"Ah!"
All the leaders were dumbfounded and looked at Meton in disbelief. Just a moment ago, they thought that Meton was as cute as a child of wealth. Now, this guy was as hateful as a gadfly sucking blood on the back of a cow.
"Merton is a talented and noble person. How can he be like a businessman who haggles over every penny?" Murong Shun said angrily.
"Prince Shun, there is no free lunch in the world. The School of Mo is the School of Mo of the Tang dynasty. The purpose of its existence is to let countless people of the Tang dynasty live a happy and stable life. As for the people outside the Tang dynasty, the School of Mo has no obligation or ability to take care of them," Meton said seriously.
Gao Shilian couldn't help but look at Meton with appreciation. Meton's words could be said to have touched his heart. The previous secret skills were already known by everyone in the Tang dynasty. Even if Meton didn't take the initiative to publicize it, sooner or later, it would spread to the grassland. However, this time, what really changed the grassland was the last silage. Meton's action had made the grassland much stronger. If the grassland were to use it for free, he was afraid that he would doubt Meton's intentions. Moreover, Meton's task was to provide disaster relief materials for millions of people in the seven counties of Shandong.
"Then how should we buy it from Merton? How much will it cost?" Murong Shun asked on behalf of all the leaders.
Meton said confidently, "In the Tang dynasty, if you use other people's things, you will take out money as thanks. Now that the School of Mo has offered this peerless secret skill, you have seen the benefits with your own eyes. Even if it is worth tens of thousands of gold, it would not be an exaggeration. If Prince Shun can pay for it on behalf of the people of the Tuyuhun, you will naturally let the people of the Tuyuhun use it."
As soon as Meton's voice fell, all the leaders instantly looked at Murong Shun who was sitting in the main seat.
"Ten thousand gold!"
Murong Shun's face suddenly stiffened. He was a self-proclaimed Khan without a title and power. How could he have so much money?
"Merton is not joking, right?" Murong Shun said awkwardly.
Meton asked in return, "Does Prince Shun think this skill is not worth ten thousand gold?"
Murong Shun suddenly choked. The value of this secret skill that could allow a ranch to raise more cattle and sheep was immeasurable. He could only say helplessly, "Of course it is worth it, but how can I have so much money?"
All the leaders could not help but show a disappointed expression.
"Since Prince Shun is gone, then this Marquis will not do business at a loss. There is nothing I can do." Meton spread his hands. Murong Shun's face darkened.
He knew that if he did not do anything at this time, he would definitely lose the hearts of the Tuyuhun leaders. He could not help but look at Gao Shilian who was beside him for help. He cupped his hands and said, "Lord Gao, you are a person of virtue and prestige. Now that the Tang dynasty and the Tuyuhun are one family, how can Lord Gao bear to see the Tuyuhun people living in precarious conditions? I hope that Lord Gao can persuade Merton to have mercy on the Tuyuhun people. This Prince will be very grateful."
Gao Shilian naturally knew Meton's purpose. When he heard Murong Shun's request, he said, "Merton, although the School of Mo is the School of Mo of the Tang dynasty, the Heavenly Khan is the Master of the Four Seas. Our purpose in coming to the grasslands today is to let the Tuyuhun people break away from Fu Yun's tyranny and live a prosperous life. Merton, why don't you give some face to the Old Man and give the Tuyuhun people some convenience?"
Meton then said with a troubled expression, "Since Lord Gao has spoken, how can this kid not give face? Any tribe that used cattle and sheep to buy a ranch can use the School of Mo's secret skill for free."
When Meton finished speaking, Chief Hulun and the others immediately cheered. With these secret skills and first-class ranches, their tribe's revival was just around the corner. Some of the chiefs even secretly regretted that the ranches they bought before were too small.
As for the fact that their ranches were bought from the Tang dynasty, they were not worried at all. In today's Qinghai, the young Tang Jiang in front of them had a much higher reputation than Murong Shun, not to mention that the young Tang Jiang had brought them such a peerless secret skill.
Gao Shilian couldn't help but smile. Meton's move not only gave him face, but also drew in a considerable number of Tuyuhun tribes. Coupled with the strength of the Tang Army, the Tuyuhun people's hearts were already biased towards the Tang dynasty.
"What about the other tribes?" Murong Shun asked.
Meton said proudly, "Since Prince Shun doesn't have so much money, we can only use our own methods to recover the cost. If you are willing to buy a ranch, you can also use these secret skills for free. If you don't want to buy a ranch, you can pay some cattle and sheep to the Tang dynasty to get the right to use it."
"May I know how many cattle and sheep Merton is talking about?" Murong Shun asked cautiously.
"Ten horses, ten cattle, and a hundred sheep for each tribe!" Meton said.
Murong Shun and the other chiefs of the large tribes suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. This price could be said to be extremely easy for the large tribes.
"Every year!" Meton added.
"Uh!" Suddenly, the smiles on the faces of the chiefs of the large tribes stiffened. If they had to pay so much every year, it would accumulate to an astronomical figure.
Murong Shun and the other chiefs suddenly understood that Meton's final intention was to let the tribes buy ranches with cattle and sheep.
"Everyone, the era of fixed grazing has come. With these ink skills, you don't need to be a distant herder, and your people can live a rich life. Before this, the most valuable thing on the grassland was cattle and sheep. But from today onwards, the most valuable thing will be ranches." Meton said loudly.
"Fixed grazing!" Many of the chiefs were thoughtful. If they could live a stable life, not many tribes would be willing to be a nomad.
However, there were also many tribes who felt strange. These were the ranches that they had lived in for generations. How could they be willing to exchange cattle and sheep for their own ranches from the Tang dynasty?
Meton looked at the chiefs of the large tribes and sneered. "I have always been particular about free will. Since you are unwilling to buy the right to use the ink skills of the School of Mo, I will not force you. You have been experimenting with the silage for more than a month. I will wait for you for a month. Even if you don't buy it, it's fine."
Murong Shun and the other chiefs breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, if you use the Mo Family's Mo Skills without the Mo Family's permission, once this Marquis finds out, this Marquis will not only punish you severely, but will also wipe out your tribe." Modun said coldly.
As soon as Meton's voice fell, the eyes of many chiefs of the large tribes suddenly flashed. Obviously, he had hit the nail on the head.
As Meton waved his hand, a younger brother of Mo Jiazi, dressed in casual clothes, rolled over with something that looked like a small millstone. As soon as he arrived at the venue, many chiefs felt a great attraction pulling the iron ornaments on their bodies. Even some iron ornaments that Meton had deliberately arranged on the table flew directly to the younger brother of Mo Jiazi.
"This is?"
The chiefs were shocked. They suddenly remembered the rumor that the Tang dynasty had confiscated the iron armor of the Dangxiang Tribe. It seemed that this young Tang general had developed something that could attract iron ornaments. Today, when they saw it, they were all shocked.
However, they did not know that when Meton confiscated the Dangxiang Tribe's iron armor, the magnet was very small. He had only used it to scare them. This magnet was specially made by Meton in the Mo Family Village and was sent to Shanzhou.
The leaders couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. If the Tang Army really used this thing to walk through their tribes, they were afraid that not even an inch of iron would be left. Without iron tools, the tribes wouldn't even be able to slaughter their cattle and sheep. Immediately, many of the leaders' previous thoughts disappeared without a trace.
"If our tribes lose our cattle and sheep, how can we survive this long winter night?" A chief of a large tribe said helplessly. If they did not use the secret technique of the School of Mo, it would not be long before they were surpassed by other tribes, and their own tribes would continue to starve.
If they sided with the Tang dynasty, they would lose a large number of cattle and sheep. They had a lot of pastures, so they would lose even more cattle and sheep.
"You can trade for refined flour with the Great Tang. Right now, the Great Tang is preparing to build a salt pan in Shanzhou. All you need to do is bring the salt that's as small as a grain of sand to Shanzhou, and you'll have enough refined flour to last through the winter," Moton loudly said.
The chiefs fell silent. The meaning of the Tang dynasty was very clear. As long as they were willing to side with the Tang dynasty, they would definitely live a rich life. If they were stubborn to the end, they would continue to live a hard life.
"I wonder if Marquis Mo can give us some time!" Murong Shun argued with the leaders of the large tribes.
"Of course, but don't make me wait for too long. I heard that there are still a few tribes in the Constellation River that are herding their cattle and sheep to the shores of Qinghai Lake." Modun sneered.
Suddenly, many chiefs felt a chill in their hearts and turned to look at the Mantu chief, whose face was livid. These tribes had the opportunity to come to the warm and comfortable Qinghai Lake, so naturally, they would not let go of this opportunity. But where would the pastures come from? They would probably have to invade their pastures.
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