Chapter 924

Wu Liba had an ominous premonition.

"There were so many rabbit holes in the grassland in previous years?"

Wu Liba called the owner of the racecourse and asked the situation carefully.

The owner shook his head, "although rabbit holes also appeared in previous years, the number is not large, and it is not as dense as it is now."

Wu Liba felt more and more uneasy. Something was wrong. There was definitely something wrong.

Although he was a man born on the grassland, he had a good life since childhood, had little contact with the bottom herdsmen, and did not even have an in-depth understanding of the grassland. Because he is a wise man of different nationalities in Northern Xinjiang. He studies the Han family culture in the Central Plains and uses the essence of Han family culture to help Northern Xinjiang prosper.

In recent years, in order to help Northern Xinjiang recover from the attack of horse plague, Wu Liba had no mind to focus on other places.

Moreover, the king of the imperial court of Northern Xinjiang is getting older and older, the princes under his knees are becoming more and more mature, and the dispute over the throne is about to surface.

When the two hidden dangers are added together, how can Wu Liba have the energy to care about the life of the herdsmen at the bottom?

If the number of rabbit holes had not increased greatly, leading to the lameness of the ranch horse, he would not find out.

When the people at hand put the investigated news in front of him, Wu Liba clapped his hand on the table with a ferocious expression.

"Who allows these fools to be clever and keep rabbits?" Wu Li pulls out his breath.

The guard looked stunned and immediately lowered his head to cover the anger surging from the bottom of his eyes.

Were it not for the mistakes of the imperial court's policy and the purchase of sweaty BMW from chalan state, which led to the infection of horse plague throughout Northern Xinjiang, the herdsmen at the bottom would be too poor to buy rice? If we don't raise these rabbits, we don't know how many people's families are forced to die and sell themselves as slaves.

However, the guard dared not say this. He stayed with Wu Liba for several years and knew his temperament.

"Master, do you know the life of herdsmen a few years ago?" The guard warned carefully.

Wu Liba's expression stiffened.

Of course he knows!

It even has an indirect relationship with him.

In order to cultivate more war horses, the northern Xinjiang imperial court promised the benefits of herdsmen's families, sold them ponies, and then bought them back at a high price by the official. Because of this policy, Northern Xinjiang can develop in a short period of more than ten years, and even threaten Dongqing not to be presumptuous.

This proposal was put forward by Wu Liba, and it was relying on it that he became a wise man in one fell swoop and was deeply trusted by the king.

So is success and so is failure.

Herdsmen's families incline their resources to war horses and have no other source of income.

When horse plague broke out in Northern Xinjiang, there were no horses in herdsmen's families, and the imperial court refused to make up for their losses, resulting in the destruction of many herdsmen's families. Even if Wu Liba doesn't care about the life of the people at the bottom, he can calculate these consequences, and his heart is clear.

Wu Li pulled out his anger and said, "even so, they shouldn't do that."

The guard looked strange.

What else can herdsmen do if they don't raise rabbits for food?

Is it difficult not to eat food and eat dead grass on the ground?

Rabbits are born in a short cycle and easy to raise. Ordinary herdsman families rely on them to survive the most hungry period.

If the northern Xinjiang imperial court were willing to have a little pity on the herdsmen and compensate them for their damage, they would not raise rabbits.

Herdsmen have lived on the grassland for generations. They also know how annoying it is for rabbits to make holes.

However, they have to do so for the sake of their family life.

The guard wisely chose to be silent. Wu Liba said, "keep checking! Find out who the owner behind those caravans is. I don't believe that the Central Plains will be so short of rabbit meat and rabbit hair... This is clearly a conspiracy against our northern Xinjiang. We must catch it!"

The guard is ordered to check.

I don't know. Check it a little

Wu Liba was frightened.

Almost every month, caravans from different places buy smoked rabbit meat and salted rabbit skin from herdsmen in Northern Xinjiang. Each time, the number is not large, but it is an extremely terrible astronomical number in a year. In addition, they also buy wool and mutton.

Compared with selling mutton, herdsmen prefer to expand the scale of sheep and sell wool.

The herdsmen settled an account.

As long as the sheep are still alive, they can always sell wool, and the profits flow.

If you kill the sheep, it's a one-time deal. It's not cost-effective.

Selling wool makes more money than selling rabbits. Almost every family raises sheep of different sizes, so that the number of sheep increases sharply.

Herdsmen in Northern Xinjiang also have the habit of raising sheep. Wu Liba was not sure whether this was a conspiracy for a while.

After thinking about it, he took a group of guards to visit herdsmen's families secretly.

"... it seems... There's nothing wrong..."

Wu Liba rode on his horse and looked into the distance. Herdsmen drove their sheep, blue sky and green grass. Everything seemed so harmonious and peaceful.

"Old man, it's hard to keep an eye on so many sheep."

Wu Liba was dressed as an ordinary herdsman and didn't bring any valuables. He looked like an ordinary man.

The old shepherd who drove the sheep smiled and said, "it's really hard. The grass is not rich this year, so he always has to move everywhere."

Northern Xinjiang is a nomadic people, and grazing follows the pasture.

Where there is more grass, they drive the animals to eat.

Wu Liba felt vaguely that there was something wrong with the old shepherd's words, and he made a test.

"With so many sheep, I don't know how much pasture to eat. According to this eating method, I will soon arrive at another grassland..."

The old shepherd said, "no, they can eat too much. If they don't drive them, they will be so hungry that they can pull out the grass roots in the mud."

After Wu Liba listened, his mind flashed and seemed to touch the truth.

He hurriedly asked, "old man, where did you herd sheep before?"

The old shepherd pointed at him, Wu Liba thanked him, and quickly turned over and ran in that direction.

Now this season is the time of abundant pasture.

From a distance, the whole vast grassland looks like a piece of green jade falling on the earth. It is green and refreshing.

However, when Wu Liba ran to the destination pointed out by the old herdsman, he found that the grass in this area was sparse.

As an image metaphor, it is like mild hair loss. Although the scalp is not exposed, it can be clearly seen that the hair is not as dense as before.

Wu Liba rode on his horse and muttered, "sheep... Rabbit..."

The breeze on the grassland blows the grass and sways.

"Is it... Grass?"

For a moment, he thought through all the joints and his heart tightened.

Forage is the key to raising war horses. It is clear that the people behind the scenes use this circuitous means to indirectly squeeze the survival resources of war horses!

"What a sinister trick!"

Wu Liba clenched the back slot.

Fortunately, he found it early. Otherwise, if the enemy secretly subordinates for seven or eight years, Northern Xinjiang may not be able to afford war horses.

"The matter must be told to the king until he makes a decision. As for the man behind the plot, he must be caught and broken up."