He handed over the home in Handan to Han Ce, and took Xu Jie, a convoy of 10,000 hu of grain and a salted fish of 4,000 stones, and headed north all the way into Dai County and then headed north.

Originally, Zhao Xing was preparing to show off his territory this time, but Xu Jie stopped his ambition to return home in glory: "It was a state affairs, but the lord entered the fiefdom halfway, and the lords would be regarded by the people and doctors as the lords who deposed the public because of personal gain. Since the lords wanted to pretend, they would just pretend to be generous. Dai County could not escape, and Xingjun could not escape the fiefdom. Why do they ruin their reputation for greed for showing off for the time being?"

Zhao Xing deeply agreed, so he pretended to be a businessman and continued to move forward. But when he arrived at Junqiu, he wanted to remember him, and Xu Jie said again: "Here, the lord's lord has been established, and there are three hundred Junqiu soldiers who are famous all over the world. But if the lord cares about his old feelings and delays his progress, the people of the country will think that Xingzi is not dedicated to the state affairs."

Zhao Xing thinks it is correct.

When he arrived at Dai County, Zhao Xing was about to enter the city and pointed at the Dai County Magistrate. Xu Jie said again: "He is your subordinate, and you are your subordinate. As long as you come back, check his arrangements and just check it out, and then it's over. Why bother him at this time, disrupt his resistance to the locust plague, and prepare to resist the attack of the Loufan tribe? On the one hand, his ability cannot be tested, and on the other hand, it may also interrupt his thinking. The boss who pointed at him is not a good boss."

Zhao Xing thought—this guy is so annoying.

When Zhao Xing's convoy passed the water control and entered the vast grassland, Zhao Xing realized that he had passed by his house three times but could not enter. Under the misguidedness of Xu Jie, he was already a saint.

Standing on the north bank of the water control, Zhao Xing sneered: "Now, you and I are already in a barbarian land, and life is no longer yours and mine. Do you regret it?"

Xu Jie smiled indifferently: "If you take the jade pendant on the Lord, you will be the retainer of the Lord. If you prosper and lose both of you, you will lose all your life. Fortunately, if the Lord can come back alive, I have spread the Lord's virtues along the way, and we will benefit endlessly."

Zhao Xing laughed: "The intercourse you admire is just a kind of artistic conception, just talk. The relationship between you and me should actually be summarized in a more appropriate sentence."

Xu Jie immediately gave a solemn gift of infinite admiration: "It must be a quatrain for the ages, and I will listen carefully to you."

Zhao Xing laughed and said, "Fox friends." Then he walked into the depths of the grassland with his big sleeves.

"The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep. Who said that? Please come out and see if I won't beat him to death."

Xu Jie admired him again and said: "Xingzi and great talent, as expected, every sentence he said is a famous singing for all ages. How can you say it was not what you said?"

"If I saw the grassland in person, could I say such a bastard?" Xu Jie was stunned.

Because looking at the vast grassland, it does not match the beautiful poem. This is not a grassland where cattle and sheep appear low in the wind, is this a wheat field that has been cut into pieces?

It looked like there was not even a blade of grass, just like a harvested wheat field, which was shocking. A few thin cattle, sheep and horses were searching hard for a few remaining blades of grass in the cold wind to fill their obvious belly.

The Aobao, far away, was not angry at all, let alone had strong warriors.

Xu Jie and Zhao Xing looked at each other, then raised their hands and hit each other: "It's done."

The deeper you go to the grassland, the more serious the disasters are. Even if the enemy country is deeper, you have to feel sad for the Loufan tribe on the grassland.

But the two of them felt more worried. The more severe the disaster, the more severe the harm the grassland people will be to the Central Plains people. Don’t talk about morality, it’s all for survival.

Xu Jie said worriedly, "This locust plague will destroy a clan."

Zhao Xing said compassionately: "A nation with deep suffering has been a descendant of Yanhuang, how can I bear it?"

Xu Jie also said compassionately: "It's all the people, why are you?"

Then the two looked at each other: "We must take rescue, at least let them harasse Yan State before extinction. Or we will extinction."

Then the two raised their hands and slapped together: "You are indifferent to me."

A shaky yurt with no rest outside and inside, Zhao Xing stood at the door of the yurt and asked softly: "Is anyone?"

The silence in the yurt was as dead as a silence. After a long time, a weak voice replied: "Where did the guest come from?"

Zhao Xing quickly replied: "Traveling in the grassland and desert."

After saying a word, the yurt was silent again, and slowly a whimpering sound came out, and then there was a loud cry. Then, the door of the tent opened and a dry hand grabbed the corner of Zhao Xing's robe: "Master Xingshang, do you have food? Is there any? Is there any?"

Zhao Xing's eyes were wet, and he turned to Xu Jie and said, "It seems that we are unkind. Hurry up and sell what we have now to the herdsmen. Then he ordered the servants to go back quickly and transport the 10,000 hu of food we left in Dai County."

Tears flashed in Xu Jie's eyes: "What price do we need them to pay?"

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and said, "Loyalty, forgiving and kindness, this is the way of being a human being. Didn't your teacher, Zixia, the founder of the Xihe School, teach you?"

Xu Jie solemnly replied: "Zixia taught us to learn for the sake of our own use and sell goods to the imperial family. Teached us to do whatever we can to achieve our goals."

Zhao Xing began to become a soul engineer and patiently taught Xu Jie, who was led by the blind Zixia, who was led by the Xihe School: "Confucius is not advisable to be gentle, but it is not advisable to be pragmatic. Being a person should be both hard and soft is the king. Therefore, we should treat all life in this world with compassion. You don't know what compassion is? Ah, by the way, the Buddha has not been born yet, or has not yet realized the truth. Well, then this is my sect. I call him Buddha and Taoism. In the future, I will be called the three religions with Confucius and Laozi, educate the world, eliminate all evil in the hearts of the world, and cultivate all good things in the world." Then, with his hands open and his eyes narrowed towards the sky, Zhao Xing felt that there was infinite holy light behind his head.

A few simple words made Xu Jie feel as if he was thunderous and the Tianling Gai was enlightened. He crawled on the ground at that time, and was so happy to become the first disciple of the Master of Kaifa.

"Businessman, do you have any food?" the herdsman holding another thigh begged.

The holy light behind Zhao Xing was extinguished: "Yes, but, exchange cattle and sheep, especially horses, each horse, half a hu of grain."

When the herdsman heard this, he cried sadly: "Oh my God, I finally opened my eyes."

The night on the grassland was full of vitality again. Countless herders drove horses and cattle and sheep, gathered next to a lake where Zhao Xing could not call him. The bonfire was lit, the monotonous pastoral songs were singing, and the breath of life spread.

An old shepherd, on behalf of his ethnic group, presented his most beautiful girl to Zhao Xing, thanking Zhao Xing for the food he brought, as well as the salted fish: "Xingzi, you are the benefactor of the grassland, and were sent by Changshengtian to save the grassland. Please accept the offerings of the pearls of the grassland people."

Zhao Xing humbly replied: "As a person, the grassland people and the Central Plains people once fought in a rift, but the gods in the dark told us that we were all born out of the same ancestor, we were brothers, so we should watch over each other. Give up fighting, let us sing the same song, eat the same hu of rice, and drink the same cup of horse milk."

Xu Jie lay in Zhao Xing's ear and whispered: "These are all old women here, but no strong men. This is enough to show that a new looting war against the Central Plains is imminent, and we are just right. If we come half a step later, the first one to be looted will be our Dai County, and then the hinterland of our Zhao State."

Zhao Xing, who was in a heavy mood, nodded: "I really didn't expect this locust plague to be so serious. In severe cases, it would destroy a clan. Loufan and Lin Hu, who were forced to the death by natural disasters, would destroy our clan in order to survive. No matter how we meet the king of Loufan as soon as possible and guide the chariots they had already started to the Yan State."

"Can't we put an end to this war? After all, the people of Yan State are also us Zhou people."

Zhao Xing shook his head gently: "A chariot that has been started cannot stop. The emotions aroused by survival must be vented. From the perspective of the nation, why don't I want to eliminate this war invisible? After all, the Yan people and the Zhao people are both Zhou people. But I am not a saint, at least not now. Then, I can only cut off my arm and make some choices to bring disaster to Zhao State. Then try to minimize the losses of the Zhou people."

Xu Jie bowed: "Disciple has received teaching."

Zhao Xing held a cup of horse milk and no longer had the intention to watch the singing and dancing by the bonfire, no longer had the intention to watch the beauty in front of him, and turned his eyes to the deep sky. The stars were not constant, and the stars were separated, so where was there real peace?
Chapter completed!