After entering March, Daibei Dadi suddenly "awoke".

The river flows with a roar, and the young shoots burst out of the ground.

Bright flowers decorate the branches, and tall willow trees stretch their waists in the wind.

Under the white clouds, the shepherds were also busy.

Their houses seem to be getting better and better year by year, and some people have even abandoned their domes and become accustomed to living in houses built of adobe or wooden planks.

The old people muttered about where they had gone, how clear the water was, and how lush the vegetation was.

The pond there is as blue as a mirror.

At the end of the sentence, I actually felt a little sentimental.

The teenagers who were gradually growing up laughed loudly and scattered in all directions.

They seldom run around now, let alone their ancestors, they are not the same as their parents.

They have the impression of the dome they lived in when they were children, but the felt, ropes, and wooden posts have been piled up at home and have not been used for a long time.

What they are experiencing now is adobe houses built piece by piece with the joint efforts of their parents and clan members.

They will follow their father to repair the roof, but no longer tie the ropes to the felt tent.

They would follow their mother to the caravan to pick out cloth and household items. Their lives were no longer just about cattle and sheep.

They still remember riding sheep as children and riding horses as adults, but they now have more down-to-earth and foot-fighting practices.

They are different.

A gust of wind blowing from Luoyang set off huge changes in the land of Daibei, and everyone was caught up in it. Whether you like it or hate it, you were forced to follow the changes.

The old man scolded the boy who had lost his tradition, because no one would listen to him telling the story of the grassland hero.

As a child, he never tired of hearing the myths and legends of the distant ancestors' time, the Green Wolf and the White Deer.

But today's young people only talk about who has become an official, who has a lot of Central Plains utensils in his home, and who has colorful silks and satins draped on beautiful girls...

"Alas!" The old man sighed heavily, with a hurt expression, and Chunmi left.

"Puff!" The old man held Mu Xiong with difficulty and shelled the corn in front of Shi Bai.

"Puff!" The aroma of corn porridge wafted out from the earthen pot not far away, and the old man suddenly felt a lot more energetic.

Although tradition is getting further and further away from him, for the sake of corn porridge - it tastes really good!

"Wow!" A huge exclamation sounded in the distance.

The old man looked up and saw a large group of people coming with horses from the southwest.

In front were dozens of men wearing brocade robes and furs, followed by more than a hundred knights.

They were shining with silver, holding horses as thick as small trees. Both men and horses were covered with iron armor, and they looked majestic.

On both sides of the hundred cavalry, there were two hundred people with braided hair who looked like Huns, carrying swords and bows, following closely.

Armored cavalry!

The old man's hands trembled and he was startled.

The Xianbei people, no matter Duan Bu, Tuoba or Murong, but not Yuwen, all liked armored cavalry and large spears.

I like face-to-face confrontation.

Every time he fought for the Central Plains people, in addition to food and silk, he would also ask for horse armor, long armor, and iron armor.

At that time, Wang Jun gave Duanbu Xianbei five thousand horse armors in one go. When the tribes near and far heard about it, they were all envious.

When the old man was young, he also fought with Tuoba Liuxiu and Duan Bu. At that time, he was just a partial force with light armor and light cavalry. After being blocked by Duan Bu's light cavalry, the armored cavalry rushed forward and were completely defeated.

From then on, he was afraid of getting into this thing. Even Dai Guo's own armored cavalry would frighten him.

Fortunately, a hundred armored cavalry stopped in the distance.

A braided Hun knelt down beside a majestic war horse, intending to let the nobleman on the horse step on his back.

The young nobleman waved his hand to signal him to leave, and then got off the horse lightly.

He has a good foundation in skills. He has obviously been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, and he has been riding horses for a long time.

Hundreds of horses came galloping from the north, with wolf-headed flags flying in the wind.

The old man shrank his neck, what day is it today, why are so many noble people gathering here?

The teenagers were dispersed far away, but they refused to stay away and still watched.

Some people even have dreams. If I can put on this iron armor, ride this horse, and return to the tribe, will the beautiful girls be at my disposal?

The two groups of men and horses quickly approached, dozens of steps apart.

The soldiers and horses in the north dispersed, revealing a gorgeous carriage.

Eight-year-old Tuoba Shiyi was helped down. He looked around, and then his eyes were locked on the tall boy in front of him.

Shi Helun, the governor of the Shanyu Protectorate, put his fat belly in place and said, "I must come forward to see you."

Liu Lugu glanced at him but said nothing.

Wang Chang, the governor of Yunzhong, and Zhang Tong, the governor of Mayi, looked at their noses and hearts and remained silent.

The nobleman Pu Gu listened to the words and smiled, as if he could not smell the subtle smell in the air.

Tuoba Shiyi nodded and, surrounded by several muscular young men, moved forward.

Shao and his followers whispered a few words and quickly moved forward.

He was more polite and bowed first: "I've met Mr. Dai."

"I've seen Shao do it," Tuoba Shiyijian said.

Shao smiled and greeted He Lun again.

He Lun was more polite and said: "The prince is very handsome, and he also goes deep into the bitter and cold place, which makes people admire him."

"That's too much praise." Shao paused and said, "Since I work as a lieutenant in the Shanyu Mansion, I should come here. But I don't know how the farming is like here?"

He Lun called for someone.

Pei Shiliu, the commander of Shanyu's Tuntian Cao, immediately stepped forward, saluted, and said: "On behalf of the Duke, please come with me and I will explain it in detail."

"Okay, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times." Shao avoided the dried dung not far from his feet without leaving any trace, and headed towards the village ahead.

Tuoba Shiyiqian went hand in hand with him.

After they set off, a group of officials, entourage, and nobles followed them.

Liu Lu was alone at the back and glanced at the armored cavalry who was dismounting.

They were led by a strong man in his thirties named Gai Hou. He was the younger brother of Gai Zhi, the prefect of Anping. He was born in the Gai family of Yuyang. He was skilled in bow and horse and had amazing bravery.

After seeing Liu Lugu, he raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Liu Lugu withdrew his gaze and quickly followed Tuobashi Wing Key.

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"The people in this village are common people, with a total of seventy-three households and more than 400 people. They have been farming and herding here for three years." Pei Shiliu said, pointing to the village where smoke was rising.

"According to the Lingshi, farming and animal husbandry began in the year the Shan Yufu was established?" Shao asked.

"Of course." Pei Shiliu replied.

"Where were they originally? What did they do for a living?" Shao asked.

"This is in the northwest of Dongmugen Mountain." Pu Guting came over and said, "After King Liang defeated Qi's mother and son, our troops stayed in the Sangganshui area until today."

"No more nomadic?"

"There are still nomadic clans, but most of them live in the clouds. They move between cities and towns and never go far." Pu Guting said: "Some of them no longer move, just like this village."

"What clan does this village belong to? Pu clan?"

"Pugu's family, Putun's family, etc. are all Pu's family, but they are different." Pu Guting couldn't figure it out himself, so he called someone over, asked carefully, and said, "This village calls itself 'Pu Liuru'.

"The surname is a small surname."

Shao said oh, he had never heard of it and didn’t care much.

The largest clan in the Pu tribe is the "Pu Gu" clan, who has always been the leader of the tribe.

"It seems like someone is in Chunmi in the village?" Shao pointed to a house at the head of the village and said.

"Go and take a look and you will know." Pu Gu Ting was more active and invited,

"That's fine." Shao nodded and walked forward.

Liu Lugu pulled the Shiyi key and asked him to follow.

Shi Yijian's little face tightened, as if he wasn't happy.

Liu Lugu glanced at Pu Gu Ting.

This man was wearing a large expensive mink fur, his ears were covered with gold, and his neck was covered with gold.
To be continued...