In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 301 You are worse than your master’s dog
Zizhou was Neijiang in later generations. Neijiang was known as the Sweet City in later generations. Originally, it was not until the [-]th century that Zeng Dayi, a Fujianese, brought sugarcane seeds from Fujian, which then caused competition in nearby Zizhou to plant sugar cane and start sugar production.

At the beginning of the [-]th century, internal strife alone accounted for [-]% of sugar production in Sichuan and [-]% of the country's total.

Therefore, due to internal strife and Sichuan's sugar production, it later exceeded that of Jiangnan and other places in Fujian.

In order to expand sugar production, Zhao Yurui moved to Zizhou early because the weather here is the most suitable for growing sugar cane in Sichuan.

It can be grown in several prefectures and counties near Zizhou. Sichuan's sugar production has slowly increased after a few years, and Sichuan's income has also greatly increased.

At this time, due to the confidentiality, snow white sugar has not leaked out by drenching it with yellow mud water, but people can already make brown sugar (brown sugar) and rock sugar.

Of course, the quality of most private sugar is not as good as the official sugar.

And the official snow white sugar is still the best-selling and most expensive.

Coupled with Zhao Yurui's crackdown on large landowners, ordinary merchants rarely plant sugar cane on large areas, so the sales of sugar are still basically monopolized by the Southern Song Dynasty court.

When Gerile heard that Zizhou was growing sugar, he knew that their sugar came from Sichuan.

"Can we grow this thing here?" Gerile couldn't help but ask.

"Low temperature won't work." Murti said, it seems that we are also planning to try planting in Diezhou, but the temperature is not enough.

In addition to warmth, this thing also needs water. There are also desert areas in Tubo where the temperature is relatively high, but if there is not enough water, it obviously won't work.

Of course, in later generations, this was also a sugar-producing area, mainly sugar beets introduced from foreign countries.

In the Golmud area where Meng Gong and the Tibetan coalition fought, later generations also successfully planted sugar cane, but in greenhouses.

The temperature there is relatively high and there is no shortage of water. After using a greenhouse, it can indeed be grown.

Gerile was not thinking about these things. He was just thinking that the people of Song Dynasty used sugar shipped from the south of the Yangtze River as an excuse to sell it here at a high price and deceived his people.

But then I thought about it, now that he is selling a large amount of sugar to other tribesmen, doesn’t that mean he is also deceiving the tribesmen?

In business, is it normal for one person to be willing to fight and the other to suffer?Gerile comforted himself secretly.

Their cavalry was relatively fast, and they met many people going to Ruogai Grassland to trade along the way.

Today is a rest day, and a large number of Tubo people came out to trade.

Everyone will greet each other.

After walking for about an hour, and when I was about to eat something, I saw a large group of horses ahead.

This was the material that the Song people officially transported to the Ruogai Grassland. There were not only horses in the team, but also thousands of camels.

Although a camel moves slowly, it can carry a load of four hundred kilograms, which is no worse than an ordinary horse.

And you can go without water for two weeks and without food for a month.

People in the Song Dynasty used camels to transport goods more easily and cost less than horses and mules.

Their carriage quickly overtook the Song cavalry.

Gerile suddenly shouted: "We need to speed up. A large amount of goods from the Song Dynasty have arrived, and we won't be able to sell them for a good price."

"Hurry up, hurry up." Everyone around suddenly shouted.

The group speeded up and arrived at the trading area around three o'clock in the afternoon.

This trading area is on the edge of Ruogai Grassland and is for civilian use.

The official trading area for Song people and nobles was still further away.

There are tents everywhere on site, as well as newly built small mud houses.

Due to frequent transactions, more and more people are coming and going, and there are also people from other tribes outside the Ruogai Grassland who have been receiving goods here for a long time.

There is a huge site surrounded by wooden fences, covering almost four to five thousand acres. It is full of people, horses, cattle and sheep. It is equivalent to a medium-sized tribe, but in fact there are people from all tribes.

As soon as their horse team entered the wooden fence, a crowd of people surrounded them in darkness.

"Gerile, what good things did you bring today?"

"Murti, you have a zajia." Many acquaintances came around, and several tribesmen surrounded Multi, all touching his zajia.

Only then did Gerile realize that today Multi came to show off wearing military armor.

But really handsome.

This set of armor is also a reduced version, because he is a sentry rider and needs mobility, and it only weighs [-] kilograms.

But it fits snugly, has soft lines, and looks so good.

The Tubo country bumpkins had never seen such a beautiful Zhajia, and they all came up to touch it, all with envy on their faces.

Multi shook his head, jumped onto the carriage, and showed off his armor.

Gerile took a few glances and began to feel envious.

They brought a lot of things today, including two hundred kilograms of sugar, refined salt, and tea, which are all things the Tibetan people like.

Everyone rushed up to him and asked him the price.

"What's the price of sugar?"

"This tea is good, better than last time."

"This time it's not Sichuan tea, it's from Jiangnan Road (Jiangxi). I spent a lot of money to get it."

The place was a bit noisy. Gerile and his friends brought over a carriage and a few horses, and everything was sold out in less than half an hour.

They charge almost no money, all they charge is horses or animal skins.

Because these things can be brought back quickly and can be sold for money in Diezhou City and exchanged for other things.

The people of Song Dynasty needed high-quality war horses most, followed by heavy-bearing horses.

The Tubo side is also divided. The Hequ horses produced in the north of Tubo, including the Ruogai Grassland, are the best war horses.

The heavy-bearing horses produced in the south, including those from Luosu, can carry a load of six to seven hundred, or even more than eight hundred kilograms, and are good for transporting and pulling carts.

Of course they are the main ones collecting war horses, and each horse has to be inspected by Gerile himself to check its teeth, age, and condition, because if something goes wrong when it goes back, the loss will be theirs.

When Yue Agechang was here, he exchanged a poor-quality horse for a hundred pounds of sugar from the Song Dynasty.

He turned around and exchanged twenty kilograms of sugar for a high-quality war horse from other Tibetan people, earning four or five times his blood.

Of course, at that time, people in the Song Dynasty traded thousands of kilograms of sugar each time. They said that sugar was not easy to transport and came from the south of the Yangtze River.

Now Gerile and the others are in Diezhou City, exchanging a high-quality war horse for one hundred kilograms of sugar from the Song Dynasty, and then here, they exchange thirty kilograms of white sugar for a high-quality war horse, which basically means they can earn more than twice as much.

If there is a lot of sugar, they can make a lot of money.

However, it was not easy for people in the Song Dynasty to transport sugar. Even if sugar was produced in Zizhou, it would not be easy to transport it.

So it was not easy for Gerile and the others to get sugar. Every time they came here, they only brought one to two hundred kilograms, and it took a few people to come together.

After this transaction, each of their families could earn about one horse (or goods of equivalent value).

If you don’t want sugar, you can sell it to Song people in exchange for money and other things.

During the transaction in Gerile, Murti was exclusively bragging, and he was surrounded by many people from various tribes.

Because only Murti in this group likes to talk about the people of Song Dynasty and the city.

He said that there is a medical clinic in Diezhou City with many doctors. There is no charge for medical treatment, but there may be a queue.

He said that the people of Song Dynasty were very kind to him, and prepared to distribute money, candies and other gifts every month, and they also paid taxes.

Someone at the scene immediately asked: "How much goods do you have to hand over to your Miza (referring to his original owner) every year now?"

"For Miza?" Murti laughed: "He wants to eat shit."

There was an uproar all around.

No one expected that Murti would openly curse the former Miza.

"My Mizha is the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and now he only pays taxes to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty." Murti said proudly.

This guy is pretending to be a bit big, and he is surrounded by people looking at him with all kinds of complicated expressions.

Some people exclaimed: "Wouldn't it be a lot of tax to hand it over to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?"

"I have fifteen acres of land. No matter how much the output is, I only need to pay a [-]% tax."

"In addition, one cow and ten sheep will be delivered to the emperor every year."

"Gone?" There were people around who didn't believe it.

All the wealth of the herdsmen on the plateau belongs to Mizha. Even the women and children around him can pay tribute to Mizha at any time.

"No more, that's all." Multi shook his head.

"Can the emperor sleep with your mother-in-law?" Someone suddenly asked.

"Hahaha." There was laughter all around.

"Of course not." Murti blushed. I haven't married yet: "The emperor didn't treat me as a slave. My commander said that we must protect our private property. No one can rob me, not even the emperor. .”

"What is a slave?" Some people don't understand what this means.

Because here, they are not called slaves, they are just inferior people.

"You kind of are slaves, Miza's slaves -" Murti looked at them with contempt: "Miza can take whatever they want from you, you are worse than Miza's dogs."

The last sentence was a bit heartbreaking, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

"That's enough of Murti, let's go back." Not far away, Gerile shouted.

"Get out of the way, let's go home." Multi pushed away everyone and jumped on the horse briskly.

He used to like this kind of scene where one tent is connected to another, overwhelming the sky. It looks very warm.

Now for some reason, he didn't like it at all when he saw it. He wanted to go home as soon as possible and return to the warm little house in Diezhou.

Although that house is still small, it is much safer than this tent.

He could feel that no one could take away the things in his home, not even the Mizars.

"Whoever dares to steal my things again, I will fight with him." Multi thought secretly when he left.

Gerile and he walked back with a large number of horses and goods.

Surrounded by wooden fences, like herdsmen in captivity, many people looked thoughtfully in the direction of Multi.

Are we worse than dogs?
When Gerile and Murti returned, they received good news.

The Song Dynasty people also wanted to recruit fifty cavalrymen from the Tubo people to join the sentinel cavalry team.

There are three ways: register by yourself, pass the assessment, and be recommended by the Tubo Song Army. The latter can get extra points if someone recommends it.

Gerile was still hesitating. His father, mother, wife, son, and daughter were all asking him to ask Multi for recommendations.

After becoming a member of the Song Army, the tax was reduced by one horse per year, the tax was reduced by [-]% of the grain, and there were also military pay and material supplies.

Who doesn’t want such benefits?Then Gerile discovered that many Tubo people came to Multi and wanted to be recommended by Multi.

He had no choice now, so he gritted his teeth, lowered his face, and went to find Murti.

Multi naturally recommended him, and in the end Gerile passed the riding and shooting assessment and was selected into the Sentry Cavalry Battalion of the Song Army.

Next he was trained intensively in the Sentry Camp for three months.

Three months later, he was assigned to Multi's team.

The little guy who once needed his care has now transformed into his captain.

Gerile adjusted his mentality and happily joined the Multi team.

The Multi team now has 12 people. Multi is the chief, and there is also a deputy chief of the Song Army. Then there are five Song soldiers, five Xixia people, plus two Tubo people, him and Multi. It's more complicated, a small group of people from three tribes.

But all 12 of them have one characteristic. They are extremely capable of riding and shooting. Not necessarily better than all Mongolians, but certainly better than most Song troops and Mongolians.

Gerile, who had just joined the team, was assigned a piece of armor. Before assigning the armor, the deputy chief of the Song Army specifically asked him about his weight and height, and finally gave him several choices.

Multi looks thin and weighs only about 120 kilograms, so his Zhajia only weighs [-] kilograms.

Gerile was relatively strong, tall and tall, weighing 150 kilograms. Song Jun gave him two options: ten kilograms or fifteen kilograms.

Gerile didn't understand. I was big, so why was Zha Jia still so light?
Song Jun said that mobility was needed, and the Sentinel Cavalry needed strong mobility and could not be overtaken by others.

The sentries on the Mongolian side all wore leather armor or light mail armor. Some of the sentries wore two layers of armor, and they weighed less than fifteen kilograms in total.

The Zhajia of the Song Army basically protects important parts such as the back of the heart, the front of the heart, the neck, and the head.

That is to say, they will never be able to fight head-on with people, and the most they can do is shoot arrows from a distance.

Moreover, the armor of the Sentinel Rider is easy to take off, as it is all snap-on.

Gerile felt that it made sense. If he fought hand-to-hand with others, the Sentinel Cavalry would be useless.

He chose a ten-pound armor to protect several important positions.

Less than three days after joining Multi's team, Multi received a mission, and their sentry team was leaving the city.

Each person brought two horses, a large amount of dry food, cheese, etc. Multi mentioned a lot of things, some of which were provided by Diezhou, and some of which needed to be brought home by oneself. Of course, most of them were provided by the Song Army. supply.

At this time, Gerile knew that he had to go on a long journey.

Local Tubo people like him can bring their own horses. After returning, if there is any loss of horses, the Song army will make up for it.

Because I am familiar with the horses I raise.

Gerile went home and chose the two best horses. When he returned to the team to combine, he found that everyone basically brought two horses, and only Multi brought three horses. There were 12 people in their team, and the horses brought several horses. Ten, rumbled out of Diezhou City.

A straight line heading north out of Diezhou City leads to the area west of Linzhao, the former territory of the Jin Kingdom.

Of course, this area is now a no-man's land. There are no people in the Jin and Song Dynasties, nor in Mongolia. It is quite desolate.

Everyone found a deserted village to rest and eat at noon.

Gerile had never been here before. Looking at the desolate and populated surroundings, many seemingly good grain fields were covered with weeds. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Did the Jin and Song Dynasties fight here?"

Murti shook his head: "No, everyone has given up here."

Liu Dajiang, the deputy chief of the Song Army on the side, said at this time: "If this was still a village and tribe, it would have been occupied by the Mongolian army long ago, and it would be closer to us."

Precisely because this place is deserted, not even the Mongolian army can garrison it.

In recent years, the Mongolian army's sentries have also visited Diezhou City, but the north of Diezhou City is deserted. The Mongolian army knew that Diezhou was occupied by the Song army and had no time to take care of it.

Because after all, the senior leaders of the Mongolian army at this time had not yet thought of conquering Tubo and detoured from Tubo to the Song Dynasty.

This was something that was only thought of after Mongolia destroyed the Jin Kingdom.

After finishing his meal, Murti took out a map with various places nearby drawn on it.

"The Mongolian army often rides out here and wanders around here. Because we used to come out less often, we rarely encounter them. But if we encounter them, the Mongolian army will definitely take the initiative to pick out shirts. We have a mission this time, so try to avoid fighting with them. The Mongolian army sentries and cavalry entangled them."

Then Murti told them about their casualties and observed the Mongolian army's soldiers, horses and population in cities near Linzhao and on the Xixia border.

They arrived in Hezhou that day. After the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, the Tubo Xuanwei Sidu Marshal's Mansion was set up in Hezhou. The geographical location here is still relatively important.

However, because all the population of the Jin Kingdom moved eastward, Hezhou is now desolate.

According to the map, Multi led them slowly around a hill in the distance. There was very little movement, and finally chose a high slope. He motioned everyone to dismount and lie on the ground, and then took Grile and a Song soldier. Climb forward carefully.

Gerile couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Will there be anyone in the city?"

Multi turned around and said: "It may be possible. The Mongolian army has set up strongholds in some cities to serve as warnings."

They climbed to the front and stretched out their heads, and finally they could see the Hezhou City Wall. They were about three hundred steps away from Hezhou City.

From their perspective, there was no one on the city walls of Hezhou City. The walls also looked dilapidated and the city gates were wide open.

The three of them looked at each other, feeling that there might be no one in the city.

After watching it for about 2 minutes, Gerile asked, "Are you leaving?"

Murti thought for a moment: "Wait a while."

Gerile didn't say anything, but glanced at him in surprise.

This time they waited for nearly two quarters of an hour.

Murti was not in a hurry and asked the three of them to take turns watching. Those who didn't want to watch could lie on the ground and look at the sky and think.

When it was Gerile's turn to rest, he turned around and lay on the ground looking at the sky, thinking to himself that this was not a waste of time. It was obvious that there was no one in the city.

But when it was Murti's turn to rest, Murti would continue to watch.

At this time, Gerile admired Murti a little and found that he was very serious about his work.

Seeing that the three of them had been watching for half an hour, but there was no movement at all in the city, Gerile felt a little uneasy.

at this time.

Suddenly Song Jun kicked him: "Someone, someone, someone."

The three of them quickly looked at each other.

I saw a group of people suddenly rushing out of Hezhou City with the city gate wide open. It was not the Mongolian army.

This group of Mongolian troops had about ten horses, each with only one horse. After rushing out of the city, they looked around, drove, and ran towards Fengxiang.

There is actually a Mongolian army sentry and cavalry stronghold in the city.

At this time, Gerile took a deep look at Murti and thought, there is indeed a reason why this guy has achieved so much at such a young age, and he was sincerely convinced.

The three of them lay on the ground for an hour, and finally found someone in Hezhou City.

But at this time, it is certain that the city of Hezhou should be the stronghold of the Mongolian army's sentries.

There must be houses available in the city, and the Mongolian troops can stay in them at night.

After the three returned, Gerile was dumbfounded when he saw Multi circle Hezhou on the map with a pen, and then wrote: "There are Mongolian army sentry cavalry, the number is unknown, about ten cavalry for the time being." It was still written. Chinese character.

"When did you learn Chinese characters?" In the past two years, Gerile also knew some of them, but Murti seemed to have learned more.

Murti grinned and said nothing while smiling.

Everyone tidied up and carefully bypassed Hezhou far away, heading west to Shizhou.

The team spent ten days traveling to Hezhou, Jishi, and Lanzhou.

There were about six or seven prefectures and counties where the Mongolian army was found. Basically every fifty miles or so, the Mongolian army would choose a place with houses to set up a stronghold.

It may be for communication, or it may be for exploring the Jin and Song Dynasties and other places.

Half a month later, they bypassed the Yellow River and entered the Xixia territory.

This was the route the Mongolian army took to enter Linzhao. They followed the route the Mongolian army took to enter Xixia in the opposite direction.

After entering, they started to go to Xiliang Mansion.

On the way, Multi said that this time he would find a way to find a group of Mongolian troops (Xixia sentries or small groups), kill them, and take their clothes.

It's best to shoot in the face as it won't damage the armor.

Even if they can't be wiped out, they still have to kill one or two people. Look at what kind of clothes and armor the Mongolian army is wearing now, what style they are wearing, and try to catch a few alive.

After Xixia was conquered by the Mongolian army, there were only a small number of Mongolian troops in the area, and most of the soldiers were Xixia people.

So there are several different types of armor.

Now Song Jun needs to figure out the style of armor here.

After listening to this, Gerile seemed to understand something, and the Song people were about to start playing dirty tricks again.

There were five Xixia people in their group, three of whom had followed Gao Zhiyao and escaped from the mighty city of Xiliang Prefecture, and ran into Shukou with tens of thousands of cattle and sheep.

They were familiar with the terrain here and took Murti to find a place to hide twenty miles southwest of Xiliang Mansion.

One of the Xixia people said to Murti that there are four roads going west and south from Xiliang Mansion. These are relatively wide and easy to walk, and there is a forest on the side. They can guard here.

Multi looked around on horseback and found a crossroads here.

The main road goes from west to east and is relatively straight, with a few T-shapes or crossroads in the middle. The Xixia soldiers said that the small roads are rarely useful and the main roads lead outside.

Multi found a T-junction, and then led his men to take out the engineering shovel on horseback and dig dozens of holes on a certain section of the road in the vertical intersection.

The pit was dug very quickly on site. After a few shovels, a pit emerged. It was not big, just a little bigger than a palm, and about ten centimeters deep.

Murti was very serious and required each pit to be at least ten centimeters, and he personally inspected it.

Of course Zhao Yurui came up with the idea of ​​digging holes, but in the Southern Song Dynasty, before Zhao Yurui traveled through time, someone also used it in history.

In the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty, the commander-in-chief Zhao Kui and his deputy commander-in-chief Yu Jie in the Huaihe and Huaihe areas took advantage of the dense local lakes and dug holes everywhere. After the Mongolian cavalry came in, the horses could not run at all.

It is a pity that after Zhao Kui and Yu Jie were gone, the successor Song general no longer did this.

After digging, everyone else hid in the woods on either side of the pit.

Multi came to the main horizontal road alone, found a position in front, chose a thick and tall tree, and climbed up the tree.

This guy is very patient.

After waiting for two quarters of an hour, a group of Mongolian troops actually passed by on the road.

He looked carefully and saw that there were 34 people on the opposite side. He hid quietly and let them pass. Sure enough, they were going east along the avenue.

After waiting for another half an hour, a group of Mongolian troops came from the east. They were not many in number, more than a dozen riders, but they came from the east. Multi could not lead them to the trail and did not arrive in time, so he remained quiet. 's waiting.

No more Mongolian troops were seen that day.

He was not discouraged. He returned to the trail and went deep into the woods with everyone to rest and wait for tomorrow.

The next day he repeated his old trick and waited in the tree again.

(End of this chapter)