July 19, 2019, the capital of the southern Han Dynasty Desert, Nanchi Pai.

This simple city in the old days has now become the largest city in the southern desert grasslands of the Han Empire.

The population that often lives here has exceeded 100,000!

This is a miracle on the grassland!

Every day, there are countless business trips gather here from all directions.

They purchased the fur of the grassland tribe and sold salt, iron, cloth, liquor, tea, needles and ceramic products that the grassland tribe lacked.

So much so that no matter how much the road leading to Nanchi is, it is always bumpy and bumpy. When it rains, it will be muddy and difficult to pass.

The weather was very good today, the sun was shining and the roads were dry.

However, the roads are still difficult to pass.

"Straitor!"

"All these Wuheng people are crazy!" A merchant who was busy transporting the goods to Nanchisai City to deliver them to the seller stood on his own ox cart, stretched his neck, and looked at the culprit who caused the road to be blocked in the distance - it was a team of thousands of people.

There were thousands of people in the team, holding tall war horses, wearing snow-white light armor, carrying a horn bow on their backs, and a saber on their waists. A pair of whale-skinned horse boots were really majestic!

Beside these knights, the servants wearing sackcloths and straw sandals led the remaining horses and moved around the periphery, while the horses held large packages, full of arrows, bows and arrows, sabers, dry food, and clothes.

This team of thousands of people, together with their horses, formed a long marching team, completely occupying the entire road, leaving the merchants helplessly cursing.

"It's the righteous congregation of the Zhushui Ministry!" A merchant who was also blocked on the road recognized him at a glance: "The Zhushui Ministry has made a fortune by raising cattle in recent years!"

"The cattle they grazed were big and fat, the beef they slaughtered, and the snow-like patterns!"

"Especially the calf they raise is tender and juicy. If sold to Chang'an, one can be worth 30,000 yuan!"

"Even the Prime Minister and the Ministers and the ruling officials often eat their beef..."

"Didn't you hear that Chang'an proverb says: Eat never tires out fine, and stew never tires out fine, sheep must be the Huangshui River, and cattle must be the water!?"

"So, the grasslands on the frontier, the Wuheng tribes and the waters are the richest!"

The people around him listened and smacked their tongues.

But there were also people familiar with the squat and retorted: "What is the wealth of Zhushui Ministry?"

"A poor tribe with a dome that is only thirty steps long, is it worthy of being rich on the grassland?"

"Now, the richest people on the grasslands are Guining, Nanchi and Xianyu!"

"The Ministry of Water and the Ministry of Water will not match these three parts of the shoes!"

"Like Na Gui Ning, it was called the old zombie. In the past, the Prime Minister made a northern expedition to save him from the fire and water. Therefore, he was grateful and called himself Gui Ning. He was very grateful to the Prime Minister. All the artifacts and techniques were first given to Gui Ning. Gui Ning was located in the north of the desert and had a relationship with the Northern Xiongnu. Gonglu River was in the west. Over the years, the Huns fled slaves have been constantly, Gui Ning relied on this. Every household has a dome, every household has a charcoal furnace, and ordinary households are also enough for wine and meat. Everyone is a middle-class household. Everyone goes to school. There are so many elites in their clan who are admitted to the Taixue and Wuyuan!"

"Then Nanchi is the capital of the Monan Protectorate, the most important place in the south of the Monan. The men are all skilled vendors. Our goods are sold to all places. It is even more amazing to have women!"

"Nanchi female workers are one of the few skilled craftsmen who can compete with Chang'an and Linzi female workers!"

"The weaving is thin and dense, and its embroidery is beautiful and exquisite. It is well-known throughout the world and is well-known!"

"There is also Xianyu! The remote clan in Wuheng was originally a remote clan in the northeast. In the past, the prime minister made an expedition in the north. The leader of Xianyu was executed and the entire clan was not a slave. The prime minister sent general Dugu Jing and others to be the commander of Xianyu in the north and south. He moved to Yanmen. There were 3,000 households in the upper valley. Now, the land of Xianyu has been reclaimed, and more than 2 million stones of wheat and millet are harvested every year. It is called Xiaoguanzhong outside the border!"

"And the Xianyu tribe, who was confiscated as slaves in the past, changed his past changes under the education of our Han literati and officials, and became a minion in China and a pillar of the Northeast!"

"What pillar?" A person who knew the situation smiled and said, "It was said in Chang'an's "Shenjing Monthly" that the Xianyu people are just the hawks of the King of Korea!"

"And the King of Joseon is just a hawk or dog of the Prime Minister!"

"Harewell, what's that?"

"But they are rich!" The man immediately smiled and said, "The Xianyu tribe relied on capturing savages for the King of Korea over the years and was born. I don't know how much I made just the rewards!"

"They followed the fourth son of the Korean King and went to Fusang to fight the autumn wind, gold and silver to recover at least tens of thousands of taels!"

"So, only 5,000 households, 4,000 people have studied in elementary school!"

"Last year, the Wuyuan recruitment was conducted, and more than a thousand people in Xianyu applied for the exam. In the end, fifty-eight people were selected by the Taixue and seventy-three people were recorded by the Wuyuan!"

Everyone was amazed and moved when they heard this.

In the past, the tribes on the grasslands in the south of the desert were all ruined.

Even the so-called patriarchs, adults, and nobles may not be able to wear silk. Most of the Wuheng herdsmen are dressed in rags and covered in fishy bodies, which makes people avoid them as soon as they see them.

However, in just over ten years, the grassland in the south of the desert has changed the world.

The prime minister and the court taught various techniques, taught them to settle down and build Qingchuan Cellar, and allowed them to use charcoal furnaces and iron pots. The increasingly powerful wool and cashmere demand in the Han Dynasty also gave them enough funds.

So, for thousands of years, the curse that plagued them disappeared.

Now, the various tribes on the brigade do not need to be nomadic, nor should they be afraid of blizzards and disasters.

If some poor and weak tribes suffer from disasters, the Protectorate will immediately allocate material personnel to rescue the disaster.

China's salt, iron, grain, tea and medicinal materials are continuously imported into the grassland through trade routes in exchange for wool and cashmere they cannot use.

When life stabilized, each department successively opened up its own specialty areas.

Like the Zhushui Department in front of me, I was lucky and bred a very good beef cattle.

The beefs it raises are tender and juicy and have snowflake patterns, so they are popular all over the world of Han Dynasty.

Raising cattle alone can ensure a prosperous life!

The living standards of many herders have even surpassed some landlords and self-cultivated farmers in the inner county.

Under such circumstances, although the southern desert has been incorporated into the Han territory for only a few decades and has been effectively controlled by the state for more than ten years, its cohesion and centripetal force are higher than that of some inner counties!

Look, the prime minister of Chang'an just ordered the order of troops.

The blocks were put into action immediately.

All the ministries sent their best war horses, the best men and the best equipment to Nanchi for the Prime Minister to send them - they even brought their own bows and horses, servants and dry food.

So no wonder some people say: If Zhang Zizhong is not dead, it will be difficult for Han!

As long as the prime minister is alive, all the troops on the frontier will loyally obey his orders and commands.
Chapter completed!