Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"Modun, have you been reprimanded by the king again?"

While he was meditating, the door of his camp was pushed open, and then a graceful beauty walked in from the outside.

This person is Mao Dun's wife and his favorite woman.

"come over!"

When he saw this woman, Mao Dun restrained the anger in his heart just now, and his face softened instantly.

With a gesture, the woman walked up to Mao Dun and sat down.

Mo Dun looked at the woman in front of him, this was his first wife and the woman he loved the most.

However, for the sake of his own plan, Mao Dun would do anything at all costs, let alone such a woman.

"Moton, what's wrong?"

At this time, Mo Dun's wife didn't know the fate she was about to face.

Seeing Modu's silence, the woman took the initiative to ask.

However, before she finished speaking, Mao Dun suddenly hugged her into his arms, and then kissed her fiercely.

Not long after, there were bursts of fragrant voices in the tent.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Mao Dun came out of the tent fully dressed, and behind him was his rosy-faced wife.

Mao Dun turned his head and glanced at his wife, a pity flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by ruthlessness.

"Call everyone, go hunting with me!"

Mao Dun turned his head and gave instructions to his subordinates, then put his wife on the horseback and left with the longbow on his back.

As for the guards around Mao Dun, after hearing this, their expressions changed slightly.

The hunting in Mao Dun's mouth is not simply hunting prey, but more like hunting his subordinates.

In the two huntings before and after, the number of his own people who died under Maodun's hands alone was not a small number.

Especially the last time, Mao Dun actually killed the BMW that he loved the most beside him with his own hands.

Nomads have deep feelings for the BMW they have cultivated, and Mao Dun loves that BMW even more on weekdays.

If the person in charge of taking care of the BMW was a little careless, he would beat and scold him, or even kill him with a knife.

But just like that, Moton shot the horse to death with an arrow without hesitation last time, and even those who dared not shoot were killed by Moton in the end.

But this time, Mao Dun brought his own woman on purpose, the guard seemed to have guessed something, and his face paled instantly.

……

Daqin didn't know what happened to the Huns, and even if they knew, they didn't care.

Today happened to be the third day. Turba and Qiu Ping both brought their respective goods as promised and arrived at the place where the previous transaction was made.

Of course, Han Xin led people to protect secretly, in order to prevent the Huns from killing people and stealing goods.

After all, this is the last transaction. With the untrustworthy and ruthless character of the Huns, it is hard to guarantee that they will not be cheated.

Moreover, now that the Xiongnu had completely fallen into Zhao Che's calculations, even if they knew about Daqin's plan, there was no room for them to change the result.

The locusts Zhao Che secretly transported to the Xiongnu were affected by the climate here, and their growth and reproduction speed far exceeded their previous expectations.

The locust plague of the Huns has gradually spread, but they don't know it yet, but it is estimated that within a few days, the entire Huns will be swept by locusts overwhelming the sky.

Fortunately, Touman still believes in Qiu Ping very much so far, and even regards Qiu Ping as the hope for their Huns to rise in the future.

In the end, the transaction was perfectly concluded without any surprises and dangers in a wonderful atmosphere where the guests and the host enjoyed themselves.

Satisfied, Turba and others returned to the Huns with enough weapons and equipment, while Qiu Ping took the caravan and transported the grain to Shangjun non-stop.

All the grain traded with the Xiongnu before is now piled up in Shangjun as part of the grain consumption for this expedition.

The Huns probably never imagined until their death that the food they voluntarily handed over would eventually be regarded as the Great Qin to eliminate their food consumption.

After Han Xin counted the food, he immediately wrote the battle report, which was sent back to Xianyang non-stop.

The army of Shangjun had already assembled, and after Zhao Che, Mengtian and others arrived, the locust plague of the Huns had almost flooded.

At that time, the troops from Shangjun will be able to catch the Xiongnu by surprise.

……

On the other side, the royal court of the Huns!

"King, the transaction has been successfully completed, and all the weapons and equipment have been brought back. Do you want to go and check them yourself?"

Turba's gleeful rival, Man, reports his gains.

"Okay, well done, reward a thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred slaves!"

Touman stroked his beard and laughed, and rewarded Turba heavily.

As for the officials below, although they were very worried about any accidents before, but now that the transaction has been completed, it is too late for them to say anything.

Fortunately, the autumn harvest of the Xiongnu has started one after another, and these weapons and equipment are indeed in their hands. This is also good news.

"My lord, we don't have any food now, and we must speed up the progress of the autumn harvest, otherwise we will face the dilemma of running out of food in a few days!"

"Yes, send someone to urge the people below to deliver the autumn harvest grain as soon as possible, and inform them by the way that this year's grain tax will increase by [-]%!"

With the weapons and equipment already in hand, Touman could be considered to listen to the words of those ministers, and immediately agreed and issued an order.

"Your Majesty, why do you suddenly want to increase the tax by [-]%? What if people from all tribes are dissatisfied with the news?"

A minister below stood up with a frown and asked a question.

"Hmph, the Xiongnu emptied the royal court's food this time to buy these weapons and equipment. If we don't raise taxes, how can we make up for this shortfall?"

"What's more, this king is already very kind, so he only increased it by [-]%. This year's grain harvest, what is [-]% worth? Not raising [-]% is already my king's benevolence. They should thank me!"

"If anyone really doesn't open their eyes and dares to be dissatisfied with the king because of this, just kill him directly!"

……

Hearing Touman's words, the leaders of the various tribes below felt a chill in their hearts.

Touman's character is also extremely cruel, what he said just now is really not a lie.

This time, in order to buy Daqin's weapons and equipment, all the food accumulated in the court of the Huns for many years was emptied, which shows that Touman has put all his eggs in one basket.

And Touman, as the great chanyu of the Huns, obviously had to make up for the food that was emptied out from the various tribes below.

Raising taxes by [-]%, Touman is definitely not just talking, he can really do this kind of thing.

If it weren't for getting so many weapons and equipment, Touman's mood would have improved a lot. Just a [-]% increase is really kind.