Chapter 010 Countermeasures

Da Tianming lost a capable warrior, but it did not affect his mood. Even if his son loses his face and ends for the time being, after all, the core priority is still to negotiate salt and iron. For a long time, the big political policy adopted by the Ming court for foreigners in the territory has been high-pressure and forced to submit, making their life difficult.

Representing Lin Zimo, who was under the jurisdiction of the Ming court, knew that salt and iron belonged to the materials strictly controlled by the court, so he could not increase their respective distribution and supply at will. First, he is worried that the above will be blamed, and he will definitely ask him an ugly Yin Mao; second, it is impossible for him to let the foreigner develop and grow. After all, the current situation makes it difficult for him to deal with it.

After hearing their initiative to increase the amount of salt-iron ration, Lin Zimo did not speak easily, but fell into meditation and trade-offs. In his opinion, there is no big problem for him to increase the salt quota slightly. However, I don't want to give them a quota of cast iron at all. After all, this thing can make all kinds of weapons.

Since they dare to bring people, horses and blades to surround their magistrate's government, they will not set up a banner against the imperial court. As the highest administrator of Qingyang Prefecture, the first priority is to ensure the local peace and not let the people under their governance get involved in the war.

After careful consideration, Lin Zimo felt that he could not do well according to the past rules, but it would not be good if he pulled too much hair. After all, it threatened the local stability and unity and his jurisdiction over them. I still adhere to the unchanging policy of the Han people against the minority. The Han people are the main backbone, and other ethnic groups are the collateral branch.

The surroundings were particularly quiet, almost reaching the level of a door-like sparrow, and none of the leaders of the eleven tribes took the initiative to speak, and all focused their eyes on Lin Zimo. They hope to achieve their goal, but they don't have much hope. After all, there hasn't been much change for a long time.

"I can take you to report to the court about your idea of increasing the supply of salt and iron." Lin Zimo, who played Taiji and official tone, believed that they would not all be fools. He changed his words slightly and implicitly expressed his meaning: "In terms of iron, I'm afraid it's difficult. However, there is still hope for salt.

A smart man immediately realized the hints in his words. Eleven tribal leaders slowly tasted the taste, so they also calculated the little nine of their tribe in their hearts. In their opinion, since there is no hope in the field of cast iron, they have put their brains on salt. After all, each of them wants to get some more rations.

Naran's real father, Nalan Jianye, broke through this layer of window paper and said, "Lin Zhifu, you know that we have a total of eleven tribes here, so how to allocate this increased salt quota?"

Lin Zimo did not plan to divide them in detail and deliberately played a trick: "This is a principle of distribution that we adhere to. If you want to share more, you have to let me see your loyalty to the court.

As soon as his words fell, the leaders of the five tribes stood up and told them how loyal they were to the Ming court. I heard that Lin Zimo was all about them farting. It depends on their actual actions, not just talking. As long as they take good care of their respective people and don't often come out to cause trouble for themselves, it is even loyal to the court.

It was not until the sun went down that Lin Zimo and these eleven tribal leaders completed a good deal of work. Throughout the process, I have a general understanding of each of them. There are five Qiang tribes, two Hui tribes, three Miao tribes, and a Mongolian tribe. They have both cooperation and struggle with each other.

Lin Zimo and Zhao Wenxuan, who turned over their horses, led the other four people to leave the drinking horse river to meet together. On the way, the six of them did not slow down, but returned to the city at full speed. After all, they had to be defensive. Under the circumstances of the fading sky, it was really incombable to be ambushed and attacked by others. At that time, death will also die too unfairly.

Chu Erlang, standing outside the east gate of Anhua City, looked anxiously at the distance. After all, he couldn't let go without seeing them come back alive. It was not until I saw Lin Zimo, Zhao Wenxuan, Gao Xiang, Wang Xiaoliu and the black and white warriors coming back safe and sound that he put down his hanging heart. Although he was temporarily appointed to stay in the city, he deeply felt that there could be no Chu Erlang here, but he could not live without Lin Zimo and Zhao Wenxuan, otherwise the people in the city would suffer.

"Do we need to be more vigilance tonight?" Chu Erlang, who couldn't be trusted by foreigners, consulted Lin Zimo.

Lin Zimo, who was not paralyzed, smiled faintly and said, "There is no need to strengthen, but we still need to be vigilance according to the usual level."

Chu Erlang, who led his order with his fists in his hands, knew how to do it: "I will urge them to cheer up."

Lin Zimo, who nodded, entered the city first, and then led his guard back to the magistrate's office. When Zhao Wenxuan said goodbye to himself, he saw the uneasiness in his expression. His uneasiness happened to be Lin Zimo's most worried part. After all, this feeling of walking a tightrope is really uncomfortable.

Zhao Wenxuan, who had a score in his heart, went straight back to his place. After all, he felt a little uneasiness. The strength of eleven foreign tribes is at least a thousand people and horses, and most of them are five, six, seven or eight thousand horses. If their people are put together, it will be tens of thousands of people, and the officers and soldiers in the city have only 1,000 households, and they have not yet been recruited full.

Most of Zhao Wenxuan's officers and soldiers are still recruits, and they need to further strengthen training. If you face the enemy, the people who are scared to pee in their pants will not be a few. He has long inspected the defense of Anhua City. In addition to feeling that the walls here are unsatisfactory, the most important thing lies in ordnance and morale. I think things here are more difficult than in Guiping City. After all, these foreigners are better at riding and shooting than the rebels of the rabble. Even if things here are stuck again, Zhao Wenxuan has to come up with a way to protect himself, otherwise he and Lin Zimo can only be buried here.

When he was thinking about how to turn the crisis into a military situation, Lin Zimo's mind was not idle. I'm thinking about how to start vertically and horizontally. In his opinion, the eleven tribes are definitely not single-minded, and they must have their own calculations. Lin Zimo, riding on the horse, calculated that it is better to unite strong tribes than to unite strong and weak tribes.

For him, Da Tianming, a relatively strong tribe, is not easy to control, and the weakest tribes have become a big problem to protect themselves, making their value less. They are not only afraid of being used by the court and being swallowed by other tribes. They have been living in the cracks between the big tribe and the court, so they have not had much courage left.

Lin Zimo is optimistic about such a small and small tribe as Nalan Jianye. They believe that their tribes are reluctant to see Da Tianming's face live, and what they lack is external support. In his opinion, there is room for negotiation between himself and Nalan Jianye.

Thinking about it, Lin Zimo unconsciously came to the magistrate's office. When he turned over and got off the horse, he felt a little pain in his buttocks. After all, it had been bumpy for a long time. I don't care about it, and I will walk in with a smile. As soon as he entered the front hall of the back hall, he learned from Mao Yong that his customized big bed had been successfully completed under the rush of carpenters in the city and had been placed in the north room. He has a serious face, and he has smiled proudly in his heart.

I wanted to see the novel Lin Zimo and walked into the north room quickly. When I saw the big bed with decent workmanship, I touched my chin and showed a man's instinctive bad smile. He grabbed a bedpost and shook it vigorously without hearing the 'squeak' noise, so he couldn't help nodding his head to show his approval.

Yang Mengqi, who had been sitting on the chair for a long time, suddenly came to his senses and smiled bitterly, "Fair, your treacherous plan has been successful."

Lin Zimo, who turned around and sat directly on the edge of the bed, tried up and down three times and smiled, "This is to make this big bed for you to sleep more comfortably. What my wife said was inappropriate and falsely criticized me as a good man. All I have done is for you."

Yang Mengqi stood up, and the expression on his face was crying and laughing, "It's clear that you are being unreasonable!"

Lin Zimo pretended to be angry and raised his voice and said, "Madam, is this unwilling or what else?"

Yang Mengqi, who walked over slowly, knelt in front of him, and said with no expression on his face, "It is natural for the prime minister to want the slave family and the Chu girl's body. It's just that you are too..."

Before she finished speaking, she was snatched by Lin Zimo and pretended to be angry and said, "As a husband, I want you two to serve me together. If you don't want to, I won't force you. If the little girl doesn't want to, I won't force her. As for who wants to sleep in this big ** face, you don't have to ask. What if I'm willing to sleep with her three or five women at a time?

Yang Mengqi, who was really scared by his words, burst into tears and said from the bottom of his heart, "It's all the fault of the slave family. You shouldn't make your father-in-law unhappy. If you are happy, I will be happy with you. If you are sad, I will only be sadder than you. Your father-in-law should take care of your health and don't be too greedy for women.

Lin Zimo, who got up, helped her up with both hands, wiped the tears on her face with his hand, and laughed, "Look at what scared you like. Chu girl ran to sleep from time to time, which made the three of us sleep together, which was really a little crowded. My husband just wants everyone to sleep more comfortably, but you think wrong.