The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 108 Golden September, the season of killing
September.

The grasslands in the northern border are no longer green, but are dyed with varying shades of golden color, as if they were coated with a layer of gold by the sun.

The green of the grassland is fading, and yellow is quietly creeping up from the roots.

For the Han people in northern Xinjiang, the most important moment of the year has finally arrived.

reward!

Outside Hexi Fort, in addition to the endless yellow and green grasslands, there are also large tracts of farmland.

It is like a yellow gem that the Han people personally embellished on the land of northern Xinjiang.

In the golden autumn season, the earth is painted with a thick layer of golden color.

The wind blew from the depths of the grassland, the wheat waves rolled, and the heavy ears of wheat drooped their heads.

The sunlight shines on the wheat field, creating a golden glow.

These days, the old man has been living in a tent next to the farmland, watching the wheat turn yellow little by little.

And the smile on the old man's face gradually increased.

"Ho ho ho ho~"

Accompanied by a roar, the old man rode his horse quickly on the ridge of the field, throwing stones in his hand continuously, scaring away flocks of sparrows.

Wheat in the Central Plains is planted in September and harvested in April or May of the following year.

But in the northern border, time is completely reversed.

Planting is in April and harvest is in September, after which it is left fallow for more than half a year until planting again in April of the following year.

Food is only grown once a year.

Because the weather in northern Xinjiang is too cold, the accumulated temperature is insufficient, and the heavy snow covers the land for too long, the wheat cannot safely survive the winter.

In addition, a lot of the land has just been reclaimed and is not fertile. After all, it was barren mountainous land before.

Therefore, in order to restore the soil fertility by leaving the land fallow, and due to climatic reasons, the Han people in northern Xinjiang can only plant spring wheat once a year.

The rest of the time, they focus on livestock such as cattle and sheep.

Now it is September and the wheat in northern Xinjiang is about to be harvested.

But there are not enough people.

The army led by Li Xiao has been staying in Wuya Village and has not returned yet. There are only less than two hundred men left in Hexi Fort, and the rest are the elderly, the weak, women and children.

This situation made the old man very worried.

"Sanbao, go to Wuya Village and ask when your eldest brother will be back?" After driving away a group of sparrows, the old man shouted loudly to Sanbao in the distance.

We still have to get Li Xiao and his men back quickly, otherwise the elderly, weak, women and children in Hexi Fort will never be able to finish their work.

Because nowadays, Hexi Fort not only has the arable land in front of it, but also the grain fields in Sanhe Fort and Houzhai, which also require Hexi Fort to send people to harvest.

"Oh, I understand, sir." Sanbao responded loudly, looking very happy.

Li Erjiang, Erhu, Chen Erqiang and others had already gone to Wuyazhai, so now the only ones the old man could order around were Sanbao and his kids.

Soon, Sanbao rode back home on horseback, prepared to pack up the things he would need on the road, and then went to Wuya Village to meet Li Xiao.

This kid seems very excited.

He can finally go to the military camp. Although this time he is just going to take a look, the next time will be the time for Li Sanbao to show his skills.

When the old man saw this, he just shook his head slightly and continued riding his horse in the field to drive away the birds.

Soon, a fast horse came galloping from the direction of Hexi Fort.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up.

"Brother, brother." The man who came was the old man's fourth brother, who was also Li Dashan's father.

He rode his horse quickly towards the old man and shouted, "Old Turtle just came back with a message that a large group of people appeared outside Sanhe Fort."

"From the looks of it, they're preparing to harvest the grain from Sanhe Fort."

Hearing this, the old man's brows frowned instantly, and the muscles on his face where the scar crossed them twitched slightly.

He said coldly: "Do you know who it is?"

"Lao Bie said he is definitely not Han Chinese, but it is still unclear which tribe he is from," said Fourth Grandpa.

The old man nodded slightly and told his grandmother in the distance to take good care of the grain fields and to return to the village immediately if she encountered any danger.

Then he rushed to the village with Fourth Grandpa.

He wanted to gather his troops and prepare for battle.

September is the golden autumn season, but it is also the season of killing.

Because after September, it is winter.

The weather in the northern border is extremely cold. The grain harvested by the Han people can help them survive the winter, but the nomadic people do not have this condition.

If the wind and snow are too strong, their cattle, sheep and horses may freeze to death.

Winter is the most difficult season for them, and it is also the gate of hell.

Therefore, in order to survive the winter safely, some nomadic tribes would come to rob the Han people of their food.

This is also the time of year when small-scale fighting conflicts are most frequent in Golden State.

Although no one came to Hexi Fort to cause trouble this year, Sanhe Fort became a piece of fat meat in the eyes of those nomadic tribes.

Because Sanhe Fort is gone.

Most of the people in the fort were killed by the Karluks, and the rest were relocated to Hexi Fort.

There is no one in Sanhe Fort anymore, but the crops that were planted before are still there.

It seems to have become ownerless.

But in fact, the old man has always been concerned about the food in Sanhe Fort.

The people of Sanhebao have become Hexibao's, and the grain fields of Sanhebao should naturally belong to Hexibao. Therefore, the old man sent people to Sanhebao early to stake out.

When the harvest time comes, the grain in Sanhe Fort will be harvested together.

Unexpectedly, those wolf cubs were not prepared to let go of the fat piece of meat, Sanhe Fort.

As the bronze bell in Hexi Fort rang, nearly two hundred Hexi men gathered together.

All of them rode on war horses, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows on their backs.

The old man stood in front of the crowd and said loudly: "Someone is coming to steal our food."

"Don't be a coward, if you're afraid of death, you're not a man of Hexi Fort."

"Go to Sanhe Fort, charge~"

With a loud shout from the old man, nearly two hundred cavalrymen rushed out of Hexi Fort shouting.

Among them, most are old men of the same age as the old man, and there are also young men of the same age as Sanbao.

Standard bearded soldiers and boy scouts.

However, the momentum of their shouting and charging made people dare not underestimate them at all.

Wei Xuan and other young men from Sanhe Fort were also among them.

He was wearing a tattered sheepskin coat, holding a spear in his hand, and his face was cracked by the cold wind.

But he was so excited that he felt his whole body was agitated, and his cheeks were particularly red because he was too excited.

He turned to look at his sister and said loudly, "Stay at home and wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he followed the large army out of Hexi Fort.

Erya stood behind with other women, watching everyone leave silently.

I can only pray silently in my heart that Wei Xuan can return safely.

"Alas, Jinzhou has been like this for hundreds of years, with constant fighting and killing. When will it ever truly stop?"

Qin Dani looked at the old man's disappearing back and sighed softly.

He turned to look at Erya next to him, touched her head and said, "This person, whether he dies or not, whether he is injured or not, it's all fate."

"Instead of worrying about them all day long, it's better to take care of yourself and your family."

"It can also give men peace of mind on the battlefield."

After spending some time together, Qin Dani felt that this little girl was smart, virtuous and capable, and quite likable.

The only drawback is that her butt is too small, and Qin Dani is worried that it will be difficult for her to give birth to a son in the future.

Deep down, I still want to find a daughter-in-law with a big butt.

But from what the old man said, it seems that he likes this little girl very much.

Qin Dani could only suppress her little thoughts and take extra care of Erya and her siblings' lives on a daily basis.

Maybe she will really become my daughter-in-law in the future.

"Well, I understand, aunt." Erya nodded gently and said with a smile.

But I was still worried about Wei Xuan.

His injuries haven't fully healed yet. If they really fight this time, Erya is worried that he will suffer.

"Alright, look at your droopy face, you could hang a kettle on it."

"Your brother is gone and won't be back for a day or two. Go home with your aunt first so I can take care of you."

As she said that, Qin Dani took Erya home.

Erya couldn't refuse, so she could only follow him embarrassedly.

The distance between Sanhe Fort and Hexi Fort is about 40 miles, and it takes less than an hour to arrive there by horse.

A group of Hexi men came to the outside of Sanhe Fort in a mighty manner.

In the distance, I saw large areas of cattle and sheep grazing, and hundreds of tents erected on the rolling grasslands.

"These people really treat our Sanhe Fort as their own home."

Beside Wei Xuan, a young man from Sanhe Fort said angrily.

Wei Xuan, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression on his face as he silently observed the number of people in the nomadic tribe in the distance.

It is obvious that since the other party has set up tents outside Sanhe Fort, they are preparing to spend the autumn here.

Harvest all the food here before leaving.

"Go ask them, which tribe they are from?"

"This is our Hexi Fort's territory. Let them leave immediately." The old man said in a deep voice.

The third uncle next to him nodded and immediately stepped forward to make a call.

There are many ethnic groups in Jinzhou. In addition to the Han and Karluk people, there are also many indigenous tribes.

Their heritage is long and can even be traced back to the once glorious Wusun Kingdom, the overlord of the Western Regions.

Although these "Wusun" tribes have been divided for many years and can no longer be regarded as a single ethnic group, their languages and living habits are still very similar.

Therefore, it is difficult to tell which tribe they belong to simply by looking at their appearance.

The opposing tribe had already discovered them and immediately gathered their troops together. The two sides were on the verge of a showdown.

Soon, Third Grandpa learned the origin of the opposite tribe.

"The Uliji tribe?"

Hearing this name, the old man's face became even colder, and he snorted softly, "So it's them."

"A dog will never change his eating habits."

(End of this chapter)