Memoirs of the Heavenly Khan

Chapter 6 He is a professional

"waste!"

Erzhu Rong gathered all of Erzhu's disciples together and scolded them.

Li Shuang walked over holding a handful of mutton skewers. Seeing Erzhu Zhao and others who were like little chicks in front of Erzhu Rong, he took a bite of the mutton skewers.

Beixiurong can be said to be a remote place, but it has one advantage: there are plenty of cattle and sheep.

The Erzhu family is now short of everything except cattle and sheep.

"Second brother, what happened?"

Erzhu Rong might have been tired from scolding, or he might have smelled the aroma of the mutton skewers in Li Shuang's hand, so he sat back in his chair.

"What are you eating? Give me one too!"

Li Shuang sat next to Erzhu Rong and handed him the skewers.

At this time, Erzhu Zhao began to defend himself.

"Uncle, this isn't my fault. Every tribe around here has lived on the edge of a knife. The imperial court wants us to collect money and food from them. How can it be so easy?"

"You mean well, but the soldiers in Pingcheng are demanding money and food from us. If we don't pay by the deadline, they'll confiscate our property and exterminate our clan."

Erzhu Zhao was very dissatisfied after hearing this.

"Those idiots are incapable of dealing with Po Liu Han Baling, but they have plenty of ways to bully us!"

Erzhu Rong's face was gloomy. What Erzhu Zhao said was also what he was thinking. However, Erzhu Rong was very cunning and did not show it on the surface.

"I thought it was something else, isn't it just asking for money and food?"

As soon as Li Shuang opened his mouth, Erzhu Rong's gloomy expression instantly cleared up.

"Third brother, do you have a solution?"

"Leave it to me, no problem."

Erzhu Rong nodded and gave instructions to Erzhu Zhao.

"Go with your uncle and serve him carefully."

Before leaving, Erzhu Rong gave another instruction.

"By the way, Third Brother, when you go to the nearby tribes, don't use a Han surname. Take a Xianbei surname to avoid trouble!"

The military group centered in Pingcheng declined, and the vast majority of the Hu people who remained in the northern border fell into poverty. In contrast, those who had moved to Luoyang earlier were living a prosperous life.

The Hu nobles and Han nobles in Luoyang City banded together and began to despise their original compatriots, regarding them as "country bumpkins"!
In addition, the Northern Wei court suffered a series of military defeats in the south and the north in recent years. The Hu people who stayed in the northern border naturally believed that it was the sinicization that caused the Northern Wei to lose its martial ethics, so they were very hostile to the Han people and sinicization.

"Xianbei surname?" Li Shuang smiled, "I'm not familiar with it either!"

Erzhu Rong bit off the meat on the mutton skewer in his hand in one bite and muttered.

"Then let's call him Ohno, Ohno is cool!"
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Erzhu Zhao was very unhappy with the boy in front of him who was younger than him and older in seniority.

In his eyes, force is the fundamental factor that determines everything.

Erzhu Zhao and most of the Hu people in the northern border actually shared the same idea.

The Han people and sinicization were the reasons for the decline of the Northern Wei court.

If the Han people's methods really worked, how did they lose this great country and flee to the south of the Yangtze River?

Therefore, Erzhu Zhao did not trust Li Shuang very much.

How could a Han Chinese possibly succeed in something that even an old Xiurong like him couldn't do?

"Uncle San, are you really okay?"

Li Shuang saw Erzhu Zhao's doubts and distrust, but he didn't care.

As several Chihuma slaves were preparing their horses, Li Shuang asked:

"Who's the most difficult and troublesome person around here?"

"Of course it's Qifumoyu!"

"That's really a coincidence."

"What's a coincidence?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Take the staff bestowed by the court and the secretary under my brother's command, and follow me!"

……

If Erzhu Rong and Yuan Tianmu were the Sinicized Hu people, then Qifu Moyu was the retro version of the Hu people.

He wore his hair loose on the left side, had dreadlocks, and wore a fur coat. He hadn't taken a bath for most of half a year. He and his men gathered in the big tent all day, either drinking and playing with women, or going out for hunting and foraging.

After the prestige of the Luoyang court plummeted due to the Battle of Zhongli, the Rouran invasion to the south, and the Rebellion of the Six Garrisons, many tribes in the northern border began to adopt a retro style, which can also be understood as the Xianbei version of rednecks.

The slogan all day long is "Make Xianbei great again"!
As for how to be great, that is of course to recover the fine traditions of the old Xianbei!
Look at those decadent people in Luoyang who try to imitate the Han people and pretend to be cultured, living in large houses with several entrances and exits, wearing exquisite silk clothes, eating delicious delicacies, and playing with beautiful Silla maids... Is this okay?

This won't work!
These degenerate and humble people probably don’t even know how to ride a horse or draw a bow, so how can they go south to rob the Han people?

"Chief, the Erzhu family is here again!"

Qi Fumoyu was drinking with the others in the tent. Hearing this, he said excitedly:

"That little sissy from the Erzhu family is here again, asking me for money and food. Does he have the ability to do that?"

"But, Chief, there's a young man here this time. Judging from his clothes, he seems to be Han Chinese!"

"Han people, are they from Luoyang?"

Qi Fu Moyu suddenly became energetic and went out with his little brother carrying a knife.

"Today I'm going to open the eyes of that little sissy from the Erzhu family and that Han barbarian."

Outside the tribal camp, dozens of riders were slowly approaching.

Qi Fu Moyu had already set up a strong formation and brought a group of younger brothers to intimidate.

"Xiao Tumo, who's that next to you?"

Qi Fu Mo Yu teased Erzhu Zhao and did not take him seriously at all.

Erzhu Zhao looked at the huge crowd opposite him and suddenly felt a little panicked. He didn't know how to introduce Li Shuang.

"he is……"

"I am a grain collector sent by the imperial court. My name is Daye Shuang!"

Li Shuang dismounted, took the imperial staff, and walked in front of Qi Fu Mo Yu.

"When you see the imperial staff, why don't you bow?"

Looking at the dark-skinned young man in front of him, Qi Fu Mo Yu was finally defeated after a brief confrontation.

But just as he was about to kneel down to salute, he was stopped.

"and many more!"

"What does the messenger mean?"

"The scepter bestowed by the imperial court is such a sacred object, and you're kneeling like this?"

"if not?"

Li Shuang shook his head.

"You are a vulgar person who doesn't know etiquette!"

Qifu Moyu was at a loss as to what to do, and after hearing Li Shuang's explanation:
"When encountering the imperial staff, one must bathe and purify oneself, sweep the ground with willow twig nectar, and spread white fox fur before performing the ceremony."

"Why didn't I know there was such a rule?"

"Of course you don't know, otherwise why would I come here!"

"But I don't have any white fox fur."

Li Shuang smiled slightly, waved his hand, and asked his men to bring a box over.

"The imperial court cares about its people and knew of this situation long ago, so they had already prepared white fox furs."

The box was opened, and inside was a white fox fur.

Qi Fu Mo Yu's face lit up with joy, and he was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Li Shuang.

"It was not easy for the imperial court to prepare this white fox fur, and we need the chief to bear some of the expenses."

Qi Fu Mo Yu asked with a vigilant look:
"how much is it?"

"Three hundred thousand!"

"How dare you, little brat, open your mouth like that! Even a tattered white fox fur is worth three hundred thousand! Why don't you just go and rob it?"

Li Shuang was not annoyed at all and called over the secretary under Yuan Tianmu.

"Remember this, Qi Fu Mo Yu is disrespectful to the imperial envoys, disrespectful of the imperial gifts, and unaware of the formalities before the staff. Your behavior is insolent!"

As he spoke, Li Shuang looked at Qi Fu Mo Yu, sneered, and his starry eyes were like knives.

"The leader is so rebellious, is he planning to emulate the rebels of the Six Garrisons and rebel?"

Qi Fu Mo Yu was sweating profusely, and in a panic, he said:

"Don't remember, don't remember, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you...but my tribe doesn't have that much money. Can I exchange it for cattle, sheep, and food?"

Erzhu Zhao stood aside, looking at the servile Qi Fu Mo Yu, and cried out in his heart:
What the hell!

(End of this chapter)