Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

The grasslands in summer are blue and green, especially the Liaodong grasslands near the Greater Khingan Mountains. Thanks to the rainfall brought by the monsoon from the sea and the river originating from the top of the mountain, the Liaodong grassland is almost one of the most lush grasslands in northern China. If you say that the Youbeiping grassland is dry every three years, the foothills of the Daxing'an Mountains have five years of grass growing and eagles flying in five out of six years.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, rolling mountains block the distant horizon. The dark green mixed with red pine forests form another ecological landscape there. The tributaries of the Liaohe River meander past, making the grassland bloom with countless summer flowers.

However, this is a winter pasture and not many herders stay here in summer. Except for the occasional child riding on the back of the sheep, there is only a team of well-trained horses, gathering medicinal herbs and pastures on the vast plains. Just by looking at their black saddles, stirrups and whips, you can tell that this is one of the grass-cutting teams affiliated to Tongliao, and they are storing supplies for this winter in Tongliao City.

If you move your field of vision away from the grass mowing team and the wild peony in full bloom, and move slightly to the north, you can easily find the shadow of the winter grazing line in the half-human-high grass.

This is a road paved with crushed sand, cement and black cinder, the foundation is 50 cm deep underground, and the road surface is 15 cm above the surface. Although it is blocked by wild herbs in summer, yellow willows and sea buckthorn are more densely distributed on both sides of the road than elsewhere, and the traces of artificiality can be seen with a little attention.

If it is a withered winter, the gray-black pavement and frost-covered bushes will be more conspicuous. Any herdsmen who live here, whether they are Han, Xianbei, Wuhuan, Zaqiang or Zahu, know that as long as they go on the Dongmu Line, they will have a brick house that can block the wind and snow within ten miles. There is enough charcoal fire and hay stored inside to survive three freezing nights.

If you continue along the winter pasture line, there will be a winter pasture point every fifty miles. The earthen houses with ondol are neatly arranged between the forage warehouses, and the outside is surrounded by a high wall to resist the thieves. As long as you hand in five sheepskins and pay a little labor, the family can spend a peaceful winter there.

As for the powerful leaders, they gathered in the real big cities.

Not counting Chishan City, which was attacked during the construction process, there are currently two big cities on the Dongmu line that are well-run: Tongliao and Raole. Or in the words of the herdsmen, they are called "black city" and "pale city". There is also a "white city" that is one of the five cities on the winter pasture line, but it is actually more suitable to call the summer pasture. It stands on the plateau at the other end of the mountain range, but that is another story. Press here first Not to mention.

Even Rao Le is not our topic today, let's talk about Tongliao first.

Tongliao, as the name suggests, is the main traffic road from the prairie to Liaodong County. As the core of the Dongmu Line, it connects Raole in the north, Chishan in the west, summer pastures on the plateau in the northwest, and Liaodong, where farming is prosperous, in the east. From the traffic position alone, it seems like a huge intersection.

Because a lot of coal **** transported from the Fushun mining area was used in the construction of the city, the city walls of Tongliao City appear black as a whole, no matter what season it is like a landmark on the grassland, so it is called "black" city". This is a real city: it occupies a vast area, is heavily guarded, and the floors are tiled, and the merchants are prosperous. In the winter when the population is the largest, a team of sanitation workers who only transport feces is required.

tea.

However, due to the impact of the Chishan massacre, half of the shops have already closed, so they hit a wall. As a result, there were little leaders who didn't get the supplies, standing on the street and scolding Wuhuan, chattering in various languages.

The Wuhuans who came to exchange supplies were even more embarrassed. No matter what they said, "I am the Liaodong Wuhuan, and it has nothing to do with the Youbeiping Wuhuan who attacked Chishan". .

Among them was a young man in his twenties, tall and powerful, but with a round face. He grew a beard to make himself look more mature and fierce, but his clothes were right-sided, and he wore gebu boots with beef tendon soles, which were the favorite style of Liaodong people in summer. Hu is not Hu, Han is not Han, looks a bit different.

He has found a few shops that he goes to everyday, three of them are closed, and two dare not sell salt to him, only tea and cloth are exchanged. All the wool was sold, and half a pocket of Fushun copper coins was 10% lower than before.

The young Wuhuan head frowned. He who can haggle in Chinese has had such a miserable life, but I think other Wuhuan people are afraid that it will be more difficult. If this strained relationship continues, what will happen this winter?

The grassland in summer is not called life, and it is called life after the winter.

In the past, every winter, the small tribes would die of countless old, weak, sick and disabled. In the years of heavy snowstorms, the cattle and sheep could not get out of the yurt and could not eat the withered grass, and the whole tribe might be gone. So there are so-called "adults" who gather hundreds of thousands of small tribes to loot south or loot each other. This precarious time lasted from time immemorial until the Winter Shepherd Line showed them a semi-nomadic, semi-settled way of living.

Until then, who would have thought that forage grass could be sown on a massive scale like corn? Who would have thought that herdsmen could be like farmers, lying on the kang, boiling milk tea and singing songs in winter? That woman in Liaodong is really talented.

Su Guchuan didn't want to fight against her at all, and he didn't want to lose his current life at all. His poor new tribe with only one hundred warriors finally survived 38 newborns in the past few years. , the largest has been able to pull the bow. If he can't go to the city this winter, I'm afraid... thinking of the child who died in the past will make him feel cold.

Although he frowned and thought, Su Guchuan kept his feet and walked towards the final destination in the direction of memory.

This is a weapons shop. The store is not big, and there are scattered pieces of armor and weapons hanging on the wall. It looks dirty and broken, and even the handle of a long knife is beginning to rust. The shop was overcast, and only the sun could shine in the morning and evening. The owner of the shop didn't bother to light the lights, which made the room seem groggy, and at first glance it looked like it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Keon, Keon." Su Guchuan shouted as soon as he entered the door, and his voice echoed, making the shop seem dead silent.

Fortunately, an old voice responded to him in time. "Stop shouting, I'll be waiting for you."

Su Guchuan turned his head in response, and saw an old man with solid arms, wearing a sleeveless cropped collar and short brown, sitting among a pile of coals in the corner.

"Keon." The young Wuhuan stood still and clasped his fists, "Now I'm really in trouble, so I can only come to Keweng."

Kon's cloudy eyes swept across Su Guchuan's face, and after a while, he asked, "What?"

"Salt, iron pot." Su Guchuan lowered his head and peeled it and pulled it twice in the bag, "I want tea too. The tea bricks given to me by someone who killed a thousand knives are broken."

The old man turned to the back, brought out two slips of salt and two bags of tea bricks, and then squatted on the ground to look for an iron pot among the piles of debris.

Su Guchuan took the opportunity to look at it, and smiled happily at a glance: "Yo, the iodized refined salt produced in Dalian, the black tea tea brick produced in Nanpu. Or Keweng treat me well. What profiteers are all around? If you don't even tear up the trademark, it will be shoddy, bullying people who don't understand Chinese characters?"

"Don't blame them either." Keon was still struggling to pick up the sundries, throwing out a shield, throwing a dagger, and even rattan boxes, wooden cabinets, and clay dolls Something like that I don't know when. "As soon as the Chishan incident happened, the entire Liaodong Province would not be able to hear the word 'Wuhuan'. If I hadn't thought of myself as a bit shy and watched you grow up, I wouldn't have dared to sell it to you. "

Su Guchuan bowed his head: "He Wuyan caused trouble, what does it have to do with us Wuhuan in Liaodong? And the tribes next to us died in Chishan."

Do you know? Maybe you can find the beauty that Wu Yan sent from his royal tent. For ten years of Dongmu Line, who has raised such a white-eyed wolf, who can be angry?"

Yes, Su Guchuan looked forbearance and literacy, but he was actually the nephew of Su Puyan, the lord of Wuhuan in Liaodong. However, his life was bumpy, and what he said in detail was another old story.

Xianbei and Goguryeo were both strong at that time, and the Liaodong Wuhuan survived in the cracks. In a war with Goguryeo, Su Guchuan's grandfather was defeated and killed, and Su Guchuan's mother was taken captive as a slave. Born a slave, his father is unknown, his mother lost his mother when he was young, and when he was twelve years old, the half-old child who had not yet developed became battlefield cannon fodder.

But he did not die. Instead, he was captured by the border patrol in Liaodong. Because of malnutrition, he looked thin and entered the nursery, where he read and read, and shot arrows on horseback. Later, when I heard that his surviving uncle counterattacked and became Lord Wuhuan in Liaodong, Cao Sheng sold his slave status, named him "Su Guchuan", and sent him back to Su Puyan.

In the past, Su Puyan had more compensation for her sister's only flesh and blood, but because of the difference in experience and education, the two would have some conflicts in certain points of view.

But now—

Su Guchuan almost left Tongliao with a black face. The midsummer sun was shining brightly, but he keenly felt the dark clouds shrouding his head, as if a storm was about to come.

The author has something to say: 1. Talk about nomadic and sedentary grazing.

I checked a lot of information, and I will tell you about it in general.

How to settle down?

Plant grass.

With proper management and good varieties, the pasture can be cut several times a year, and the limited land can meet the needs of a family of hundreds of sheep. The herdsmen wanted to plant grass, so they settled down.

In addition to planting grass, the core technology of settlement is the storage of forage. If it cannot be cut, it will rot. In winter, cattle and sheep will still starve to death. Now there are various storage methods of drying method and fermentation method.

Thanks to the development of technology, our herdsmen have basically achieved complete settlement and grazing.

Finally, let's talk about the setting in the novel: semi-settled and semi-nomadic.

The technology of planting grass can not keep up, and based on the consideration of environmental protection, it is still necessary to transfer the grassland. It is divided into winter pasture and summer pasture. Summer Ranch is located on the plateau of Inner Mongolia, in the area of ​​Xilin Gol today. The water and grass are abundant in summer, but it is minus 30 degrees in winter. Frozen city.

So in winter, it has to be transferred to the winter pasture at the foot of the Daxinganling Mountains, where there is less snow and the wind can be grazing. Tongliao is today's Tongliao, Rao Le is about today's Xing'an League, and Chishan is about today's Chifeng. This piece seems to be the Horqin grassland in the Qing Dynasty.

In short, what I think about is to let the herdsmen settle down in winter, reduce the mortality rate, and win the hearts of the people. At the same time control grasslands through urban radiation.

If there is something inconsiderate, please be gentle.