The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 322 Pinkeye

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Northwest King's camp was lively.

Fifty-six genuine Akhal-Teke horses made a collective appearance.

Each horse has a well-proportioned figure, a dignified demeanor, and a striking beauty.

One of the golden Akhal-Teke horses in particular attracted everyone's attention.

Its slender and graceful body, coupled with its arched and held-up neck, makes its fur reflect a cool, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

In the world of horses, an Akhal-Teke horse with this physique and coat color is definitely considered a "handsome man" among horses.

No man doesn't love horses.

Moreover, this is a BMW of this level.

Tian Jiu solemnly introduced himself to everyone:
"This golden Akhal-Teke horse was seized by General Gan from the son of the Kashgar Khanate's Grand General after he captured him! It is said to have a very noble lineage and is worth 30,000 gold coins in their Khanate! Moreover, this horse has been trained to be quite intelligent and strong, and can travel seven or eight hundred miles a day without any problem."

"Hiss! Traveling eight hundred li a day!"

All the generals gasped in unison.

That's incredible leg strength.

Some people exclaimed, "For such a magnificent horse, 30,000 gold coins is really not much!"

Some people gasped: "That's not much? Thirty thousand gold coins from the Hu people could be exchanged for almost 180,000 taels of silver! Even if you sold all the men in our battalion, you still couldn't afford a single horse!"

Immediately, one shameless fellow asked, "Your Highness! Among these Akhal-Teke horses are ten mares. What if they have foals later?"

Zhao Muyun, having just recovered from his obsession with the golden Akhal-Teke horse, burst into a tirade of curses:
"Get out! Get out! Get out! You dare to ask for a BMW worth tens of thousands of gold coins! If you're so capable, go and steal it from the Hu people's territory!"

"Hey hey hey"

They weren't bothered by the scolding; they just took the shot, whether they had a chance or not.

After a group of generals drooled as they admired the fifty-six Akhal-Teke horses, they went to look at the ordinary Hu horses.

The consensus was that they were all better than Mongolian horses!

Such fine horses could not be found even if you searched the entire state of Bei.

Even if it were presented to the emperor of a country, it would be considered the most lavish of gifts.

At the welcome banquet that evening.

The cooks in the main camp did everything they could.

Among them, Zuixianju's signature dish, hand-shredded roasted rabbit, is indispensable.

He even sent someone to Ganweixian to ask Gan Hongzhen and his wife to help stew ten sheep.

"Zi"

Tian Jiu drank a few mouthfuls of the piping hot mutton soup, and soon a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He didn't care about any of that and finished the mutton soup in the bowl in one gulp before he was satisfied.

With the mutton soup to line my stomach, I was finally able to slow down and enjoy the large chunks of mutton in my bowl.

Look at the way he's enjoying himself with his eyes half-closed.

The bearded man joked, "General Tian, ​​you Guanzhong region has no shortage of mutton these days, how come you're still not tired of it?"

Tian Jiu shook his head and sighed:

"It's different, it's still different! Besides the different breeds of sheep, the water in the Western Regions is also different from the water in the border town! The sheep are all good sheep, and the mutton soup made from them is especially sweet and milky."

As if confirming his statement, the other border soldiers who attended the welcoming banquet also nodded vigorously.

"The Hu people have a lot of skills and ways of cooking mutton. They can braise, roast, stew, etc., and they taste quite different. But these are all different from sweet and fresh."

"Yes! No matter what you eat, it's still the sweet and fresh cooking techniques that you can't forget."

Zhao Muyun said smugly, "No matter how far you go, aren't you still thinking about this?"

Tian Jiu raised his wine cup again and toasted him, saying, "Your Highness! Border Town is our root; we must never forget our roots, no matter where we go!"

"Good! Well said! I'll drink this cup in one gulp!" Zhao Muyun was delighted, and he drank the wine with even greater gusto. In the past two months, there had been quite a few people talking about him.

Leaving aside the allure of the fat sheep and horses of the Western Regions for these impoverished generals.

Upon hearing that a coal mine with over a century of exploitation had been discovered, everyone was practically green with envy.

Although they didn't dare to snatch the meat directly from General Xiong's hands.

Didn't they say they added two more guards?

That would require two more guards to be stationed!

They all came from the border towns; they wanted to keep the wealth within their own borders.

The garrison in the border town can still spare 10,000 to 20,000 soldiers.

Say.

The Nine Guards of Kansai are so wealthy now, shouldn't they give back to the border town in some way?

Unexpectedly, the gossip about others hadn't lasted long.

General Xiong sent these generous gifts!

Zhao Muyun inadvertently noticed the hesitant expressions on the faces of several generals and understood what was going on.

He asked Zhao Muyun, "How did your General Xiong arrange the newly added Weilumu and Huozhou?"

Tian Jiu answered honestly:
“The area around Weilumu is just a larger pasture, and there are no conditions for stationing troops there yet! Huozhou is newly acquired, and there are still some conflicts with the local ethnic groups! The General has sent 20,000 troops to be stationed here, in order to collect taxes and purchase supplies from the locals in the future, and also to prevent the Hu people from attacking from the west again.”

What is the grain yield in Huozhou?

“Not really! Most of the local farms grow grapes, pomegranates, and cotton; wheat isn’t their main crop.”

"Then how do you plan to solve the food problem for the more than 300,000 immigrants?"

"If we don't have enough staple food, we'll make up for it with meat! We bought more than a million sheep and more than 30,000 cattle from more than a dozen tribes around Weilumu. If each person eats a pound of meat a day, it can basically last until next spring."

The people around were speechless when they heard this.

Each person eats one pound of meat per day.

Is this human language?

Zhao Muyun nodded his head lightly.

He then asked, "Aren't you still holding a golden rooster? Once the coal is mined, won't the money keep flowing in?"

"Your Highness! It's not that easy! Because it's open-pit coal and located in the Gobi Desert, if we mine it directly, it will easily attract the covetousness of the local tribes."

To get this golden hen to lay its eggs, we need to build it a nest first. According to the General, once the immigrants arrive in Guanzhong, a city should be built around the coal mines.

The implication is that it will be difficult to see any returns in the short term.

Zhao Muyun nodded; Xiong Zhen was indeed very steady in his actions.

Building the city first and then mining is the best arrangement.

He stopped talking.

One of the generals took the opportunity of toasting Tian Jiu to inquire about the situation: "After so many major battles, what are your casualties?"

Tian Jiu seemed oblivious to the deeper meaning behind the other person's question, and was quite pleased with herself:

"With General Gan involved, what's there to ask? Her specialty is winning with fewer troops. Let me tell you, her vanguard buried 50,000 elite Hu soldiers alive without losing a single soldier! After that..."

The data in the battle report is ultimately just data.

Hearing this, everyone present was filled with excitement and wished they could join in.

The Marquis is now the King of the Northwest.

Having military merits on the register means a sure promotion.

As I listened, I was completely led astray by Tian Jiu.
(End of this chapter)