Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

However, these Mongolian herdsmen under his command are really good at fighting!

Without knowing anything about it, he defeated the Tibetan army.

Their fighting power was already very strong, and they could absolutely crush the Tubo people. Especially after adapting to the plateau climate, they became even more powerful.

Zhang Yong estimated that Tibet would have to send at least 20,000 to 30,000 troops to confront them head-on.

However, an army of two to thirty thousand people was nothing to Tibet!

Nowadays, it is difficult for Tubo to raise an army of 10,000 people, let alone an army of 20,000 or 30,000 people. This army of 3,000 people is probably the strength of the country.

These Mongolian herdsmen are staying there, and the Tibetans have nothing to do with them!

"Lord Divine Envoy! We also seized more than a hundred yaks this time. In addition to the female yaks and the remaining breeding cattle, we have sent you the remaining dozen yaks for you to taste, Lord Divine Envoy. The smell of yak meat,” the messenger said.

They have been following Zhang Yong for a year now. In this year, their livestock have doubled, and they have been staying at home to accompany their wives and children, so they are very grateful to Zhang Yong.

After capturing these yaks, they immediately sent them to Zhang Yong, hoping that Zhang Yong would have a taste of the yak meat.

"Okay, thank you. We have a good harvest this time. When you go back, pick up six thousand stones of grain and take it back with you. Then distribute it to all the herdsmen, one stone of grain to each household, and say that this is a reward given to them by the King of Guanzhong. ." Zhang Yong said.

I have eaten a lot of beef on the grassland. As for yak meat, I only ate it once before crossing.

I was studying in Xi'an at that time, and there were two Tibetan classmates from Qinghai in the dormitory at that time. At that time, they invited Zhang Yong to eat old beef. And it's air-dried, so it's very chewy in your mouth.

It just so happens that the New Year is approaching. This year's New Year is not spent in a military camp like last year. This time I spent it at home.

The yak meat arrived just in time, as there was a bumper grain harvest, and Zhang Yong generously rewarded some of it. Why was he rewarded with six thousand shi?

Because although the number of these herdsmen is said to be five thousand households, the number of people under each thousand households is about 1,200 or 1,300 households.

So six thousand stones of food and grass is just enough to divide, no more, no less.

"Thank you to the King of Guanzhong for the reward. I will take five thousand households with you. Thank you, sir." The envoy from Xining Mansion knelt on the ground and said to Zhang Yong.

Being able to get 6,000 kilograms of food and grass can be said to be an unexpected blessing. The total number of their herdsmen is only 20,000. Now that they can get 6,000 dan of food and grass, they can live a very prosperous winter.

The life following this King of Guanzhong was even better than the life in Mongolia before.

Zhang Yong nodded and waved, telling the envoy from Xining Mansion to go down to rest. He immediately called the housekeeper and asked him to take out six thousand stones of grain from the warehouse for these people to take away.

When you have food in your hands, you are generous!

In the afternoon, Zhang Yong led a dozen yaks to the slaughterhouse, slaughtered two of them first, and raised the others first.

Then kill and eat fresh meat when needed.

That night, Zhang Yong ordered the kitchen to cook, steam, braise, and stew all the yak meat, and gathered his entire family together.

A dozen women gathered together and tasted the yak meat sent from Xining Prefecture.

"Master! This meat is really chewy and tastes very good. It's better than the beef on the grassland." Tu Lanlun held a piece of beef tendon meat as thick as an arm in his hand and was gnawing happily.

The eldest son Zhang Dingzhong, who was already over one year old, was sandwiched between Tu Lanlun's legs. He looked at his mother who was chewing meat, and stretched out his little hand to grab the meat in her mother's hand.

Send it out! ah! The voice was still drooling.

"Eat! Eat! I eat!"

"Don't make trouble! This meat is very hard. You can't chew it now. You can't eat it now." Tulanwen patted his son's little hand, smiled and said.

I want to eat meat at such a young age, so good.

However, this yak meat is very hard, and it is estimated that this kid will not be able to bite it until his teeth are replaced.

"Sister! You can tear the meat into pieces and feed it to him." Farmena, who was sitting aside, said.

At this time, she was holding her two children in her arms, then carefully tore a piece of yak meat into pieces, flattened it into minced meat with a spoon, and fed it to her children.

To be honest, although this Mongolian princess has a noble status, she really looks down on Tulan Lun in some aspects of her living habits.

Mongolian life is too barbaric. Look at how you eat. As a noble lady, you should sit on a chair, carefully tear the meat apart with your hands, and then put it into your mouth, instead of holding it in your hands and chewing it. .

Tu Lanlun, who was chewing meat, looked at Farmayina on the side after hearing this. Well, there is such a method. She really didn't expect it, but she was brought up like this when she was a child.

When chewing meat, how could any parents help tear it into pieces? I have to do it all by myself, and my parents have taught me since childhood that you have to do everything you want to do and eat by yourself, and you can't rely on others.

"Ahem! Tulanlun, let me tear it up for the little guy!" Xiaoyun coughed twice and said.

It's really annoying. Several months have passed since I slept with the prince, and there is still no movement in my stomach.

"No! He is a boy. If he wants to eat meat in the future, he will have to do it himself. I will never tear it open and feed it to him." Tu Lanlun shook his head and said.

Even as a child, she wanted to train her son's tough character by never feeding him.

Since weaning, Zhang Yong's eldest son has basically never been fed. Tu Lanlun always gives him a spoon and lets him eat by himself.

Sometimes when he really can't pick up food, this little guy will use his hands.

"When he is older, you can let him cut his own meat and eat it! He is so young now and doesn't understand anything!" Xiaoyun said, having already torn a piece of lean meat into pieces, and cut Tulanlun into pieces. The eldest son hugged him.

Start feeding the little guy shredded veal.

"You are just too doting on me! This boy is very strong. When he is twelve years old, I will give him wine and wear unlined clothes no matter what time of year. This will make his body better. Then I will find him People teach him martial arts and let him become a general in the future." Tu Lanlun said.

Farmayina shook her head aside! Is it wrong to be nice to your own children?

Even if you want to develop his character, you should wait until he is older. You start at such a young age. Sometimes when she sees Zhang Yong's eldest son eating by himself, Farmayina feels a little sad when he eats for a long time without getting it into his mouth.

No wonder these Mongolians are so tough. They raised their children like this since they were young. It’s no wonder they can’t be tough when they grow up!

And when she grows up, she shouldn't just learn martial arts, but should learn more knowledge. When her children grow up to a certain age, she will hire many teachers for them.

Teach him various cultures and knowledge, whether it is Chinese culture, Mongolian culture, or their Persian culture, they must learn.

"Ahem! You can eat it if you like! You can eat it every year from now on." Zhang Yong said with a smile.

Isn’t it just yak meat? After I defeated Tubo, I didn’t get as much as I wanted. It will be no problem to bring some Tibetan antelopes over by then, but now they are not protected animals!

However, Tulanlun's education method is indeed a bit strange. Damn, this is a Spartan education since childhood!

No, I have to discuss it with this girl some other time. I want to raise her like you Mongolians. This kid will be a fool when he grows up, basically a warrior type.

To be honest, in terms of cultural upbringing, although Tulan Lun is a Mongolian princess, she is still far behind Farmaina in some aspects!

After all, she is a princess from an established Persian country, and she still has an absolute advantage in certain aspects of cultural heritage.

Farmayina once approached Zhang Yong privately, hoping to find an enlightenment teacher for her children when they were five or six years old. Zhang Yong agreed without saying a word.

Zhang Yong probably would have done it if he had not intervened. When her son grows up, the child taught by Farmayina will definitely crush Tulanlun.

The family had a very pleasant dinner. After the dinner, Zhang Yong and Tu Lanlun returned to the room to rest.

"When the children reach the age of five or six, I plan to hire an elementary teacher for them and teach them together. What do you think?" Zhang Yong said. It's hard for me to speak up at the dinner table. After all, Tu Lanlun is the boss among this group of women. If I speak out against her education method, this girl will lose face.

So Zhang Yong waited until the two of them were alone before saying this.

"Enlightenment, what do you want to enlighten your children? If they are five or six years old, they won't be able to ride a horse or learn archery! This matter should wait until they are ten years old!

And don't worry, I will find them the best horse archers and teach them horse riding, archery and other skills. Tu Lanlun said.

"What I mean is to let them read and learn some of the history and culture of various countries." Zhang Yong said a little speechlessly.

You see, this is the weakness of the Mongolians. They really don’t pay attention to children’s education, especially cultural education.

Compared with the style of the Mongols, the Manchus and Qing Dynasties in later generations did very well. At least for the education of princes, the Manchu Qing Dynasties can no longer be described as harsh, but can only be described as cruel.

"You mean to make them literate? I don't object to literacy. After all, your territory is in the Han Dynasty. Let them learn to write Chinese characters and speak Chinese!"

You can learn the language and culture of other countries, as well as understand the history. This is not necessary! Instead of having time to learn these things, it is better to let them go to the battlefield to seize more land and money. Tu Lanlun said.

"You didn't see this as clearly as Da Khan when your brothers were young. Did Da Khan find teachers for them and give them lessons?" Zhang Yong asked.

"I heard Brother Shuchi say this. They only accepted the teachings of Teacher Tata Tonga when they were teenagers, but it only took a few months to learn to learn the Mongolian characters he created. That’s good,” Tulanlun said.

"So, there is no harm in learning some useful knowledge. I learned a lot of knowledge from the gods. It is precisely because of this knowledge that I am able to be where I am today." Zhang Yong said.

"But aren't those things given to you by gods? Children only need to be literate. They can read out your things. There is no need to write them all down, right?" Tu Lanlun said.

"There are some things that you should really learn from Farmaina, especially on the issue of children's education. Do you know that Farmaina has approached me privately and hopes that the children will be hired when they are five or six years old? Enlightenment teacher." Zhang Yong said.

"Hmph! If their Khwarezm, that is, Persian education method is good, how could they be defeated by us Mongolia? If they are defeated by us, it proves that their teaching is not good." Turan Lun was very dissatisfied. said.

"I am in charge, or you are in charge! It seems that the whip the Great Khan gave me will finally come in handy." Zhang Yong said.

Come on, it's nonsense for you to reason with the Mongols. If you just use force to subdue them, they will listen to you.

It just so happens that the little riding crop that Genghis Khan gave him has never been used since he got it!

"You, you dare, I, I'm still pregnant with the child!" When Tu Lanlun heard Zhang Yong was about to take the whip, he immediately shrank back and said.

"Baby! Do you think I really don't dare?" Zhang Yong snorted coldly, took his riding crop, directly pressed Tu Lanlun on the bed, and then spanked her on the buttocks.

Of course, it's easy to do it easily.

There was nothing he could do. After all, he didn't dare to be cruel because of his own child, but it was still okay to scare him.

"Woo! You really hit me! I want to write a letter and tell my mother and concubine!" After Tu Lanlun turned over, he looked at Zhang Yong with tears in his eyes and said in tears.

"What are you pretending to be? How can you not know how heavy I hit you? I don't care about anything else, but you must listen to me on this matter." Zhang Yong said.

Don't think that playing a tear offensive will be effective, this matter is not negotiable.

Just like when Farmayina's children were not allowed to believe in sects, they must also listen to me on this.

"Okay, okay, I understand, but you can't let him lose the skills of our Mongolians. He also has to learn the skills of riding, shooting, fighting, etc." Turan Lun said.

"Okay, I don't object to this, comprehensive development of both civil and military forces." Zhang Yong said.

"Okay then, when the time comes, we will hire a Han teacher, and then we will hire a teacher from the Western Regions." Tu Lanlun said.

I have no choice but to resist, so I can only follow Zhang Yong's wishes.

But she still couldn't figure out why her husband cared so much about cultural education.

Wouldn't it be enough to be great at fighting on horseback? No matter how well you learn, if I kill you with a knife, you will still die!

Will the knowledge you learn save your life by then? Obviously not.

When they conquered the capital city of Khwarezm, the largest library there was completely burned down by the Mongols.

The same is true for the collection of books in most of the Jin Kingdom. Part of the collection of books in Xixia was preserved by Yelu Chucai.

"I have no objection to hiring a Han teacher or a teacher from the Western Regions, but you have to be more careful with the teachers from the Western Regions and never let them come into contact with the propaganda of some sects. There are also teachers from the Western Regions who are replaced every three years. ." Zhang Yong said.

The reason why the four great Mongolian khanates turned green has a lot to do with cultural invasion, which must be guarded against.

"Oh! I know!" Tu Lanlun nodded and said.

In fact, Mongolians don't have so much restraint on religious beliefs. You can believe in any religious sect as long as you want.

But it seems that the head of the family doesn't want the children to be exposed to any sect. In this case, I can only follow his wishes.

"By the way! Head, I have something to tell you. Farmayina came to me a few days ago and said that she had a cousin whom we met not long ago and now she wants to live in our house. No. Do you know if you are willing?" Tu Lanlun said.

"Famaina's cousin? Who is she?" Zhang Yong asked.

“According to Farmaina, her cousin was a scholar before and had studied in the library of the House of Wisdom in Baghdad.

When Mongolia conquered Khwarezm, she was kidnapped to the grassland and had been following Ogedai's wife.

Now that I know that Farmayina has settled down with you, she wants to come to you to see her cousin. Tu Lanlun said.

"Isn't this impossible? Does she want to stay at my place after living in our house?" Zhang Yong asked.

The relatives of Famayi's family must also be the orphans of Khairhan, right? It seems reasonable to come here to join my sister.

After all, Farmayina is doing well in her place, and there is even a vague possibility of becoming his fourth wife.

"That's good! Her cousin is coming in a few days. Do you want to meet her then? If she is good-looking, you can bring her into the room," Tu Lanlun said.

"Let's talk about this later. By the way, what's her cousin's name?" Zhang Yong asked.

"It seems her name is Fatima. She is about three years older than Farmayina." Tu Lanlun said.

"Wait a minute! Tell me again, what's her name?" Zhang Yong suddenly stirred and asked.

"Fatima! Is there anything wrong with this name? There are many Persian women with this name." Tu Lanlun asked with a curious look on his face.

There is indeed nothing wrong with calling her Fatima, but the wife who followed Ogodei before is a big problem. Maybe she is not a scholar, but a witch!

If she is really that woman in history, then the other party is not a small character, she is the Mongolian Empire version of Shangguan Wan'er!

During the five years that Empress Naimazhen ruled Mongolia, this man was extremely powerful.

The kind that truly made one person inferior to ten thousand people, even Yelu Chucai, died in depression due to the persecution of this woman.

Damn it, it can’t be such a coincidence, right?

If it was really her, then he still needed to meet her. (End of chapter)