Wu Liba had an ominous premonition.
"In the past years, there were so many rabbit holes in the pasture?"
Wu Liba called the owner of the horse farm to inquire about the situation carefully.
The owner of the racecourse shook his head, "Although there were rabbit holes in previous years, there were not many, and it was not as dense as it is now."
Wu Liba's inner unease became more and more intense, something was wrong, there was definitely something wrong.
Although he was born in the grassland, he lived a prosperous life since he was a child. Because he is a wise man from a different ethnic group in the northern Xinjiang, he studied the Han family culture in the Central Plains, and used the essence of the Han family culture to help the northern Xinjiang become strong.
Over the years, in order to help Beijiang recover from the blow of the horse plague, Wulipa had no intention of putting it elsewhere.
Furthermore, the king of the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court is getting older and older, the princes under his knees are getting more and more mature, and the battle for the throne is about to surface.
With these two hidden dangers combined, how could Wuliba have the energy to care about the lives of the nomads at the bottom
If it weren't for the large increase in the number of rabbit holes, which caused the horses in the pasture to be lame, he would not have investigated them to the end.
When the people under his hands put the news of the investigation in front of him, Wu Liba slapped his palm on the table case with a grim expression.
"Who allowed these idiots to be smart and keep hares?" Wu Li was out of breath.
The guard's expression was startled, and then he lowered his head to hide the anger that surged in his eyes.
If it weren't for the mistakes of the imperial court's policy and the purchase of sweaty BMWs from the Kingdom of Chalan, the entire northern Xinjiang was infected with horse plague, and the bottom herdsmen were so poor that they had no money to buy rice? If you don't keep these rabbits, you don't know how many common people's families are forced to die and sold into slavery.
However, the guard did not dare to say this. He had been by Wulipa's side for several years, and he was well aware of his temperament.
"Master, do you know the life of the herdsmen in the past few years?" the guard reminded cautiously.
Wu Liba's expression stiffened.
Of course he knows!
Caused such a situation, it even had an indirect relationship with him.
In order to cultivate more war horses, the royal court of Northern Xinjiang promised the benefits of herdsmen's families, sold them foals, and then bought them back at a high price by the official. Because of this policy, Northern Xinjiang was able to develop in just a dozen years, and even threatened Dongqing not to be presumptuous.
This suggestion was still proposed by Wu Liba, and it was with it that he became a wise man in one fell swoop, and was deeply trusted by the king.
Success as well as failure.
The herdsmen's families devote their resources to war horses and have no other source of income.
Horse plague broke out in northern Xinjiang, and the herdsmen's families did not have one out of ten warhorses, and the imperial court refused to make up for their losses, causing many herdsmen's families to be destroyed. Even if Wu Liba doesn't care about the lives of the people at the bottom, he can calculate these consequences, and he has a clear mind.
Wu Li said, "Even so, they shouldn't do it."
The guard looked weird.
The herdsmen do not raise rabbits in exchange for food, what else can they do
Is it possible not to eat food and eat hay on the ground
Rabbits are born in a short cycle and are easy to raise. Ordinary herder families rely on them to survive the most hungry period.
If the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court were willing to show some mercy to the herdsmen and compensate them for their damage, they would not have raised rabbits.
The herdsmen lived in the grasslands, and they knew how annoying it was for rabbits to dig holes.
However, in order to live as a family, they had to do it.
The guard wisely chose to remain silent, and said, "Continue to investigate! Find out who the masters behind the caravans are, I don't believe it, the Central Plains will be so short of rabbit meat and rabbit hair. This is clearly a crime against our northern Xinjiang. The conspiracy must be caught!"
The guards were ordered to investigate.
Don't check, don't know, check a little
Wu Liba looked terrified.
Almost every month, caravans from different places buy smoked-dried rabbit meat and tanned rabbit skins from herdsmen in northern Xinjiang. Each time the amount is small, but the cumulative amount in one year is an extremely terrifying astronomical number. In addition, they also buy wool and lamb.
Compared to selling mutton, herdsmen prefer to expand the size of their flocks and sell wool.
The herdsmen did the math.
As long as the sheep are alive, they can continue to sell wool, and the profits will flow.
If the sheep is slaughtered, it is a one-time transaction and not worthwhile.
Selling wool is more profitable than selling rabbits. Almost every household raises sheep of varying sizes, so that the number of sheep grows linearly.
The northern Xinjiang herdsmen also have the habit of raising sheep, and Wu Liba was not sure for a while whether this was a conspiracy.
After thinking about it, he took a group of guards to visit the herdsmen's family unannounced.
"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong"
Wu Liba rode on the horse and looked into the distance, the herdsmen drove the sheep, the blue sky and green grass, everything seemed so harmonious and peaceful.
"Old man, it's hard to stare at so many sheep."
Wu Liba was dressed in the attire of an ordinary herdsman, and he did not carry any valuables on his body, so he looked almost like an ordinary person.
The old shepherd who was driving the sheep smiled and said, "It is indeed a little hard work. The pasture is not abundant this year, so I always have to move places everywhere."
Northern Xinjiang is a nomadic people, and grazing also follows pasture.
Where there is more grass, they will drive the animals to eat.
Wu Liba faintly felt that there was something wrong with what the old shepherd said, so he tried a sentence.
"There are so many sheep, I don't know how much pasture to eat. According to this eating method, we will soon rush to another pasture."
The old shepherd said, "No, they are too edible. If you don't chase them, they will be so hungry that they can pull out the grass roots in the mud."
After Wu Liba heard this, a flash of light flashed in his mind, as if he had touched the truth.
He hurriedly asked, "Old man, where did you herd sheep before?"
The old shepherd pointed casually, Wu Liba thanked him, and hurriedly got on his horse and ran in that direction.
Now this season is when the pastures are abundant.
From a distance, the entire vast grassland looks like a piece of emerald jade that has fallen into the world.
However, when Wu Liba ran to the destination pointed by the old shepherd, he found that the grass in this place was a little sparse.
To make an image metaphor, it seems like mild hair loss. Although the scalp is not exposed, it can be clearly seen that the hair is not as thick as before.
Wu Liba rode on his horse and muttered to himself, "Sheep and rabbit"
The breeze on the grassland swayed the grass, swaying and swaying.
"Could it be pasture?"
In an instant, he figured out all the joints, and his heart tightened.
Pasture is the key to raising war horses. The people behind the scenes are clearly using this roundabout method to indirectly accumulate the survival resources of war horses!
"What a sinister plan!"
Wu Lipu clenched his posterior molars.
Fortunately, he found out early, otherwise, let the enemy secretly subordinate another seven or eight years, and the northern border may not be able to raise war horses.
"The king must be informed about this matter and wait for him to make a decision. As for the person behind the plot, they must also be caught and cut into pieces."