The camp is extremely deserted.

Wei Yang looked into the brazier and found that there was not even charcoal.

I looked at the prepared meal again and found that there was a lot of meat but the staple food was very ashamed.

"It's too poor." Wei Yang turned around and said, "If this continues, the Tumote tribe will be poor to death by itself."

"Yes, the Khan Court has a new way now, which is to eat the coarse salt business of Qinghai Lake, but we have kept the price very low, and only a group of nobles and the people have suffered." Wushan admitted.

Do you have any development plans for this land?

"Huangshui Valley is a good place to grow food, but nomadic peoples only know how to ask for it, but never know how to give it back. I heard from the caravan that you even plant trees is a luxury, which is the biggest mistake." Wei Yang said, "Oh, don't worry, I will explain the requirements of Count Wushan one by one, but the Count doesn't have to care about these things. Only tribal interests are the most important, right?"

Wu Sihan's face turned red and he nodded quickly and said, "What Lord Wei is saying."

Gao Lan smiled pursed her lips, as if she saw the elders among her tribe.

When she brought back the promise of this man, more than 30% of the tribe members immediately asked for a return to the east.

What is the glory of the Dangxiang clan and the reputation of the ancestors.

These are not as valuable as the real money Wei Xiaolang can give!

The same is true for Wushan. He relied on his title and the strength of his tribe to call the deputy general of the guard.

But once you talk about interests, look at his appearance.

It really loses the majesty of the tribe Khan!

Wei Yang glared at Madam Gao, and she hurriedly said, "I'll call them to see you."

There are also several masters of the Dangxiang clan whose ancestors also walked in the palace.

"Why are they hiding? It's a little bit wrong with your method and direction in which you train these people." Wei Yang took the initiative without hesitation.

Gao Lan said happily with his eyes bent, "Of course it's good to look down on them."

But she glanced at Wushan again.

The dignified Count immediately understood and waved to call two thousand commanders, seven or eight centuries, and another one took the first seat of the right hand under the position of the battalion general, and then said: "Sir, since you are conquering Tumot, we are subordinates, please take the seat."

Wei Yang walked over and sat down at the camp general, although his feet were off the ground and his legs were still shaking.

But who dares to underestimate this person?

"There are days to get along in the future, so there is no need to introduce them one by one. Please sit down." Wei Yang asked directly, "What does the count need?"

Fine salt!

"Selling fine salt from the western front is too expensive, and the nobles among the tribe can't afford it." Wushan sighed and asked excitedly, "If you surrender, can you get the same salt price as the Hami people?"

Is this going to sell it to the Central Plains?

"What you eat is naturally the same as those used by the Hami people. If you want to sell it, it may be difficult," Wei Yang directly divided it. "If the count returns to the capital, the capital will have a detailed salt business. I promise you 30% of it, and the capital will have another 20% of it. The count understands how much it is."

Wushan was overjoyed: "What about transportation?"

"There is no room for negotiation, so it can only be a mixed caravan to transport it." Wei Yang said, "After this battle, the demand for fine salt in the western front is a large market. I want to expand the caravans now, but I am afraid that there will be fewer than ten thousand people. This is just a caravan that fetches salt from Qinghai. In addition, it also needs to transport fine salt to the caravans in the Central Plains, Jiangnan, and even Kanto and Koryo. Those of you, these caravans alone are enough to digest, so there is no need to worry about the future."

Wushan gritted his teeth: "I will not bring my tribe into the pass!"

"What you want is the population. If the Earl is willing to keep his troops, we will solve their future. The shares the Earl gets are unique to your family." Wei Yang looked at the commanders, these were considered nobles in the tribe. "You have all the skills. If you are willing to stay in the army, and the reorganized army, you will be allowed to be a garrison each, which will not hinder your family from doing business."

Unexpectedly, the two leaders of thousands of men did not want their family to do business or work.

The two of them said in unison: "It would be best if they were willing to agree to be the ones who planted trees."

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"The lord doesn't know that they envy the people who plant trees on the western fronts the most, and have been asking for advice for more than a year." A commander asked a little hesitantly, "But if you are in the army, can you have the same trust as your Han guard?"

"It is inevitable." Wei Yang said simply, "So, you should be the marginal commander of Tumot Khan, right? Starting today, before the war in the western front end, you two can be the commander of my left and right wings. If you live to the end of the war, you don't have to mention the promotion or title. Even if you die in battle, you must establish a big monument on the western front with your name engraved on it."

The two of them looked a little happy.

Wei Yang said sternly again: "But if I die in battle and you are waiting for survival, you must deal with it according to military rules. Do you agree?"

This is the treatment of a commander from a personal army, and the fool disagrees.

"I know you guys. Last time in your camp, I saw you drunk and scolded Wang Khan very much," Wei Yang looked at several centuries, "You are willing to be the captain of the caravan, you are willing to go to Hami to farm, you have a younger brother, and you most yearn for going to work in the salt factory and marry a female worker as your wife, right?"

The centurions were shocked.

"I've been sleeping in your place for many days, and I still know you very well." Wei Yang said with a smile, "I remember there was a good man named Mo Rigen. He yearned for Hami's wealth and did not believe in our promises. Did you kill him?"

These words made Wu Sihan and the rest of the world stunned.

How did he know these things several times more than them?

Qianfu Longer Erhe Ke said hurriedly: "In order not to alarm the enemy, we have to do it, and do it..."

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "After all, they are brothers of the same clan. We have never killed them, we have only imprisoned them."

"Please come here." Wei Yang chuckled, "What they doubt is not that they can live a good life with us, but that they do not believe that we will treat them like our brothers. It is not difficult."

In a moment, hundreds of people, at least ten men, were pushed in with their hands and feet tied up.

Wei Yang asked them according to the case: "Can you think about freedom?"

One of the strong men stared at him and said sternly: "You will only lie to us!"

"You are Morigen. The last time I met you, you taught your sister Jiya to learn archery in the mountains. She fell in love with a young man who often grazed sheep in the mountains. You like to call Jiya Mauihan. She is a very good girl. She likes to weave cotton jackets and also likes to make garlands with flowers on her head. If the young man praised her, she would happily run home and tell you the name of that guy. You usually want to beat him, but Mauihan always appears when you want to do something, right?" Wei Yang smiled, "But you can't call her Mauihan. She is a very beautiful girl, not an ugly girl. She is called Jiya."

Jiya means cause and condition, and Mauihan is an ugly girl.

To be honest, their ability to name...
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