"My request is that the materials shipped must be distributed to the herdsmen of the tribe. If the banner owners cannot do this, then we Lord He and the Fire Screen Banner Lord would rather not make money, and would cut off this huge profitable trade route!"

After Ding Yiliu finished speaking, everyone in the tent was stunned: What a harsh requirement?

Shouldn’t you ask us to betray Dayan Khan and surrender to the Ming Dynasty? At the least, it must be one or two months later, when Dayan Khan retaliates against the Mongolejin tribe, let us not help each other?

Alas... To be honest, we were all mentally prepared to not help each other, and even secretly interact with the Mengguolejin tribe. As a result, you said it was quite serious just now, but in the end you just made such a requirement that was not considered a requirement?

"Why?" The owner of Heshuote's banner did not draw his sword, but frowned and pulled his beard, not understanding what gourds sold in Ding Yi's willow medicine.

That's right, it's not that he's selling anything in the gourd... because his mind is a little confused at this moment.

"Because we, the Lord of the Fire Screening Banner, are all loyal believers of the immortal world. We firmly believe that under the supreme sky, we should be a happy and beautiful scene in the world." Ding Yiliu said, while praying to the sky outside, he prayed with one hand and bowed to the chest with one hand.

The Heshuote Banner Lord and other Banner Lords were shocked and hurriedly stood up and bowed: You, Han people, why do you believe in immortality more than us Mongolians?

Later, the owner of Heshuote realized how stupid the question he had just now: No matter what, He Jin and Huosie were no longer aggressive, why did he even break the casserole and ask the question to the end?

Could it be that if you have to force your tribe to betray Dayankhan and then surrender to the Ming Dynasty?

Thinking of this, he quickly changed the topic and said, "Don't worry, Lord Ding, as long as there are supplies sent in the future, we promise to distribute them to the people of our subordinates as much as possible. If Lord Ding doesn't believe it, he can also send someone to supervise it."

"No need for this. You are also the people of Changshengtian. I believe that all the banner owners will do what they say."

Ding Yiliu waved his hand and asked the translator to continue, "Since you have received your promise, let us use this glass of wine to praise the generosity and kindness of the heaven of immortality and give us the warmth of the cold!"

In fact, without having to translate it, all the banner owners watched Ding Yiliu pick up the wine glass and raised their glasses to celebrate.

After drinking this glass of wine, the horse-scattering banquet returned to the lively atmosphere, and the singing and dancing continued.

Every banner owner couldn't help laughing and talking about how the supplies Ding Yiliu sent in the future would improve the lives of their tribe herders.

There are also some whimsical people who have begun to plan to take out the treasures from the tribe for the comfort of the colorful world he mentioned.

Only Ding Yiliu, who had retreated to the side at this moment, was still enthusiastic and happy on the surface, but involuntarily recalled He Jin's advice before leaving.

At that time, He Jin was still lazily lying on the soft and smooth animal skin and said, "Yi Liu, you must remember that the Mongolians are all proud warriors. Don't think about using supplies to threaten them. The more aggressive they are, the more they will have the determination to defeat them."

"The correct way is to put yourself in the shoes of the tribe's people and imagine yourself as a loyal believer who will live in heaven. Put the interests of their tribe first, and never think about profit or strategy. Only in this way can they truly accept you and trust you."

"But, but that's true. Wouldn't we waste our supplies in vain and get no reward?" Ding Yiliu, who was not responsible for opening up the tribal trade route, was more worried than these banner owners at that time.

"Go..." He Jin smiled contemptuously and said, "Do you think this is possible?"

"First of all, our supplies were not given to them for free. And the transaction price was 20% higher than that of the Mongolejin tribe."

"Secondly, people are short in their hands and soft in their mouths. Do you think those Mongolian banner masters and nobles don't know that the world will not lose pies? Of course they know, but the benefits are in front of them, and no one can refuse them."

"When the herdsmen of those tribes get used to wearing soft clothes, they will feel that the sheepskin coat is thorny; when they get used to eating delicious meat soup, they will feel that there is no salt and little taste of barbecue; when they get used to a cup of tea after a meal, they will feel that something is missing when there is no tea."

At this time, He Jin's eyes were full of gaze, and there was a deep feeling that Ding Yiliu could not see through: "At that time, we don't need to say that they will turn their horses' heads automatically."

"Then, what if some tribal flag owners would rather die than accept our supplies and advocate looting?" Ding Yiliu, who was considerate, was much more cautious than these flag owners before leaving, and took this situation into consideration.

"So, we must stick to the lower-level route without wavering... The nobles can use the herdsmen's blood and sweat to satisfy their desires, but what are the lower-level herdsmen?"

When answering these, He Jin still had a calm tone: "It is obvious that as long as you use cattle and sheep, you can get a good life, and others have lived that waiting day not far away. But the banner owners and nobles of the tribe forced them to fight for their lives. What do you think these herdsmen will do?"

"In the harsh grassland environment, there is never a shortage of ambitious people."

At this time, his tone became a little calmer and he continued: "And the weaker the tribe, the more the prestige and ability of the banner owner will make the people below question it."

"When it remains unchanged, everyone can still be at peace. But when we give ambitious people the opportunity, we will be far from turmoil, rebellion, power seizure, killing and bleeding..."

After hearing this, Ding Yiliu realized how vicious and vicious He Jin was. He had no choice but to make it a perfect choice: it was just the most common daily necessities on the streets of Daming, but it made him play with it a weapon for killing people.

Comparing the Confucian classics I have learned before, Ding Yiliu really feels like a bunch of stinky shit!

No wonder so many ministers in the Ming Dynasty who were full of knowledge could not solve the border problems. It turned out that behind the endless talk, they did not have a clear solution!

And now, He Jin's theory has been verified.

Looking at these banner masters and nobles who were kept in the dark, or who had seen themselves in the dark, but could not break free, Ding Yiliu was so impressed by the young man that he was so arrogant.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think about the young man from the Mongolejin tribe planning a shocking plot.

Unfortunately, Ding Yiliu really overestimated He Jin.

At this time, He Jin was not as casual as the clerk who was ashes in the blink of an eye, but was as cruel as the pitiful and helpless child.

The fire sieve was holding a black and purple horse whip in his hand, swinging it with great energy, and it had the momentum of killing the general's head in the army of thousands of horses.

A horse whip was swung and landed hard on He Jin's butt, making a crisp sound, a scorching and painful thing.

"Tabunang, can we say something well?"

He Jin exclaimed in pain, avoiding the whip shadows falling like a sudden rain in three or two steps, surrounding his couch that was almost unmoving, and sifting along the fire.

"No, talking to you will anger me. Today I have to give up a blow to relieve my hatred before talking!" Huo Silk's red face was like fire, and it was obviously really angry.

But when he took a step left, He Jin took a step back; he rushed forward in two quick steps, and He Jin had already run to the other side. He even brought a way to attack the west, but He Jin had already understood his intentions and was not fooled.

"Boy stop me and let me whip you thirty whips first!" After a wave of eagles catching the chicken, Huo Silk gasped and stared at He Jin fiercely.

Of course, He Jin would not stop, but was confused: "What happened? Can you reason?"

As he said that, he looked at Huo Siong's angry face carefully and suddenly became frightened: "Can it be that those old Chinese doctors have made you even worse?"

The most difficult thing in my heart was shaken off by this kid.

The fire sifted his anger and rushed over, and he jumped through the couch. The whip in his hand was so loud that it made He Jin's face pale.

"Boy, you're simply looking for death!"

"Be a mom, you must be gentle and kind!...No, why did I suddenly shout this?" He Jin, who was frightened, ran out without saying a word!
Chapter completed!