Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

In summer, the grasslands are full of blue sky, especially the Liaodong grasslands near the Greater Khingan Mountains.Thanks to the rainfall brought by the monsoon from the sea and the rivers originating from the top of the mountain, the Liaodong grassland is almost one of the grasslands with the most abundant aquatic plants in northern China.If it is said that there is a drought every three years on the Youbeiping Grassland, the grass grows and the eagle flies five out of six years at the foot of the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the rolling mountains block the distant horizon.The dark green mixed with red pine forest constitutes another ecological landscape there.The tributaries of the Liao River meander through, allowing countless summer flowers to bloom on the grassland.

However, this is a winter pasture, and not many herdsmen stay here in summer.Except for the occasional child riding on the back of a sheep, there is only one well-trained horse team, collecting medicinal materials and pastures on the vast plain.Just by looking at their black saddles, stirrups and whips, you can tell that this is one of the grass-threshing teams belonging to Tongliao, and they are stockpiling supplies for Tongliao City this winter.

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

This is a road paved with crushed sand, cement and black cinders. The foundation is [-] centimeters deep underground, and the road surface is [-] centimeters above the surface.Although it is covered by overgrown herbaceous plants in summer, yellow willows and seabuckthorns are more densely distributed on both sides of the road than elsewhere, and traces of artificiality can be seen with a little attention.

If it is in the withered winter, the gray-black road and frost-covered bushes will be more conspicuous.Any herdsman living here, whether he is Han, Xianbei, Wuhuan, Zaqiang, or Zahu, knows that as long as he walks on the winter herding line, within ten miles there will be a brick house that can shelter from the wind and snow.There is enough charcoal and hay stored inside for a lost person to survive three bitterly cold nights.

And if you continue along the winter grazing line, there will be a winter grazing point every fifty miles.The earthen houses with heated Kang are neatly arranged among the forage warehouses, and a high wall is surrounded outside to resist the invading thieves.As long as they hand in five sheepskins and pay a little labor, the family can spend a stable winter there.

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

Not counting Chishan City, which was attacked during the construction process, there are currently two large cities with stable operations on the Dongmu Line: Tongliao and Raole.Or, as the herdsmen said by word of mouth, they are called "black city" and "blue city".There is also a "white city" that belongs to one of the five cities on the Dongmu Line, but it is actually more suitable to be called Xia Ranch. It stands on the plateau at the other end of the mountain range, but that is another story, here is the first press do not mention.

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

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

Because a lot of coal slag transported from the Fushun mining area was used when the city was built, the city walls of Tongliao City appear black as a whole. No matter what season it is, it looks like a landmark on the grassland, so it is called "the black city".This is a real city: it occupies a vast area, is heavily guarded, has layers of tiles, and is full of merchants.In the winter when the population is the largest, the sanitation workers who only transport the excrement must form a team.

Although it is off-season, there are still local tyrants of Hu people with disheveled hair and pigtails, wearing jingling stone jewelry, walking through the streets of Tongliao, and trading cow and sheep skins for salt and tea to their tribe.

However, due to the impact of the Chishan tragedy, half of the shops have closed down, so they hit a wall.As a result, there were small bosses who hadn't got the supplies, and they stood on the street cursing Wuhuan, chattering in various languages.

The Wuhuan people who came to exchange supplies were even more embarrassed. No matter what they said, "I am Wuhuan in Liaodong, and I have nothing to do with Wuhuan in Youbeiping who attacked Chishan", they were all looked down upon by all parties.

Among them was a young man in his twenties, tall and mighty, but with a round face.He grew a beard to make himself look more mature and fierce, but his clothes were on the right lapel, and he wore tendon-soled Gebu boots, which were the favorite style of Liaodong people in summer.Hu is not Hu, Han is not Han, it seems a little awkward.

He has already found several shops that he usually goes to, but three of them are closed, and two of them dare not sell him salt, and only exchanged them for tea and cloth.All the wool was sold, and half a bag of Fushun copper coins was [-]% lower than in the past.

The young Wuhuan head frowned.He, who can bargain in Chinese, has such a miserable life, but it is even more difficult for other Wuhuan people.If this tense relationship continues, how will they live this winter?

Grassland in summer is not called life, living through winter is called living.

In the past, every time the small tribe passed the winter, countless old, weak, sick and disabled people would die.In the year of heavy snowstorms, the cattle and sheep cannot get out of the yurts and eat dry grass, and the whole tribe may disappear.So there are so-called "adults", who gather hundreds of thousands of small tribes, go south to plunder, or plunder each other.This precarious life has continued from ancient times until the winter grazing line showed them a semi-nomadic and semi-settled way of life.

Before that, who would have thought that grass could be sown and harvested on a large scale like corn?And who would have thought that herdsmen could be like farmers, lying on the kang in winter, boiling milk tea and singing songs?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 managed to survive the past few years with 38 newborns, and the oldest one could already draw a small bow.If he can't go to the city this winter, I'm afraid...he will be chilled when he thinks about the children who died in the past.

Although frowning and thinking, Su Guchuan kept on stepping, walking towards the final destination in the direction of memory.

This is a weapons shop.The shop door was not big, and there were scattered armor and weapons hanging on the wall, which looked dirty and broken, and even the handle of a long knife was beginning to rust.The shop is facing the shade, and the sun can only shine in the morning and evening, and the owner of the shop does not even bother to light the lamp, which makes the room even more gloomy, and looks like it is on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Ke Weng, Ke Weng." Su Guchuan yelled as soon as he entered the door, and his voice echoed, making the small shop even more dead silent.

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

Su Guchuan turned his head in response, and saw an old man with muscular arms, wearing a sleeveless cross-neck short brown, sitting in a pile of coal in the corner.

"Ke Weng." The young Wuhuan stood firm and clasped his fists, "Now we are really in trouble, so we can only come to Ke Weng."

Ke Weng's cloudy eyes swept over Su Guchuan's face, and after a while, he asked, "What?"

"Salt, iron pot." Su Guchuan lowered his head and peeled the leather bag for a couple of times, "I want tea too. The tea bricks I exchanged for a thousand bucks are broken."

The old man turned to the back, brought out two bags of salt and two bags of tea bricks, and squatted down on the ground to look for the iron pot among the pile of sundries.

Su Guchuan took the opportunity to look at it, and smiled happily at one glance: "Yo, the iodized refined salt produced in Dalian, and the black tea bricks produced in Nanpu. It's better for Ke Weng to treat me better. What kind of profiteers are they next to? They don't even tear off the trademark. Good job, don’t the bully know Chinese characters?”

"Don't blame them either." Keon was still struggling to pull out the sundries, throwing out a shield for a while, throwing away a dagger for a while, and even rattan boxes, wooden cabinets, clay sculptures of dolls, etc. I don't know when they mixed in. s things. "Once the Chishan incident happened, the whole of Liaodong couldn't hear the word 'Wuhuan'. If I didn't think I had a bit of face, and I watched you grow up, I wouldn't dare to sell you anything. "

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

"Are you still wronged?" Ke Weng threw out a black cast iron pot, "Go back and ask your good uncle, Ta Dun and Wu Yan brought Wuhuan from Liaoxi to seek refuge with Yuan Shao, does he know about it? The beauty sent by Wu Yan was found in his king's tent. Dongmu line has been raising such a white-eyed wolf for ten years, who would be angry?"

That's right, Su Guchuan looked tolerant and literate, but he was actually the nephew of Su Boyan, Lord Wuhuan in Liaodong.However, his life was rough, and if he said it in detail, it would be another long story.

At that time, Xianbei and Goguryeo were both strong and prosperous, and Wuhuan in Liaodong was struggling to survive.In a war with Goguryeo, Su Guchuan's grandfather was defeated and killed, and Su Guchuan's mother was taken into slavery.Born as a slave, his father is unknown, and his mother died when he was young. When he was 12 years old, the half-grown child who had not yet developed became cannon fodder on the battlefield.

But he did not die. Instead, he was captured by the border patrol troops in Liaodong. Because of malnutrition, he looked thin and entered the nursery hall, where he learned to read and write, and rode a horse to shoot arrows.Later, when he heard that his surviving uncle counterattacked and became Lord Wuhuan in Liaodong, Cao Sheng acted as the master and sold his slave status, named him "Su Guchuan", and sent him back to Su Puyan.

In the past, Su Puyan treated his younger sister's only flesh and blood as compensation, but because of their differences in education, the two had some conflicts in certain views.

But now—

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

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

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

Everyone is familiar with nomadism. In layman's terms, they live by water and grass. When the grass is eaten up, they will change to another place. When the river here is dry, they will change to another river.

Then how to settle down?

It is necessary to plant grass.

With proper management and good breeds, several stubbles of pasture can be cut in a year, and the limited land can meet the needs of a family with hundreds of sheep.The herdsmen settled down to plant grass.

The core technology of settlement is not only planting grass, but also the storage of forage. If it cannot be cut off, it will rot, and the cattle and sheep will still starve to death in winter.There are various storage methods such as drying method and fermentation method.

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

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

Grass planting technology can't keep up, and based on environmental protection considerations, the grassland still needs to be transferred.It is divided into winter pasture and summer pasture.The summer ranch is located on the Inner Mongolia Plateau, in today’s Xilin Gol area, where the water and grass are lush in summer, but the temperature is minus [-] degrees in winter.The city was sealed off by ice and snow.

So in winter, they have to move to the winter pasture at the foot of the Daxinganling Mountains. There is less snow to block the wind, and they can graze when the weather is fine in winter.Tongliao is today's Tongliao, Raole is approximately in today's Xing'an League, and Chishan is approximately in today's Chifeng.This area seems to be the Horqin Grassland in the Qing Dynasty.

In short, what I thought about was to let the herdsmen settle down in winter, reduce the death rate, and win the hearts of the people.At the same time, control the grassland through urban radiation.

If there is something not thoughtful, ask for a light spray.