Another group of Han merchants passed through Yuanshan and entered the Qiang grasslands. As soon as they left Yuanshan Pass, a group of cavalry rushed over in a dark manner. The frightened caravan manager Lao Wang shouted loudly for guards.
The old fox was riding high on the horse. There was indeed a group of horses behind him, but they were not cavalry. They were all horses that they had obtained from various herders these days. Regarding the reaction of the caravan at Yuanshan Pass, the old fox laughed loudly: "Su Kai, those
This guy is too cowardly. You are such a person, and you still let them come to the Qiang land, and we were so frightened when they met us. If they were really robbed, wouldn't they all be killed?"
Su Kai didn't say anything and hurried on without saying a word. The old fox wanted to highlight his achievements in battle. Who would be able to see the galloping horses without being afraid?
Xiao Xiaozi cleverly took over the words of their village leader and said with a smile: "Fortress master, businessmen are all cowardly. Back then..."
"Pah!" A whip was slapped on Xiaozizi's back: "You kid, you know what to say as soon as you stick your butt out? You guys are still exposing my scars. Be quick and go fight with the caravan people.
Breathe some air and tell them not to be afraid!"
Coyotito laughed heartily, hit the horse on his hip, and rushed over like an arrow, shouting as he ran: "Don't be afraid, we are here to deliver the horse!"
Lao Wang is the Lao Wang from Sangyuan Town. Su Ren has a good business relationship, and as a partner Cui Jiuming must come to take a look. Cui Jiuming cannot come in person. Lao Wang, as the most loyal shopkeeper of the Cui family, this trip
He must go.
He vaguely heard Coyotito's shouting, and the waiter on the side looked out: "The shopkeeper seems to be one of our own?"
Only then did Lao Wang remember that Cui Jiuming had told him when he came here that Su Ren had people in the Qiang region, and that for every caravan going to the Qiang region, there would be someone at the mountain pass to meet him. After thinking about this, Lao Wang also looked out.
After looking at it, he dusted himself off and stood up, becoming the shrewd businessman again.
No one on either side had ever met each other. Su Ren gave each team a token, a piece of jade divided into strange shapes. Only two faces were together, and they were considered his own. Cui Jiuming knew at the beginning that Su Ren gave him the Hetian jade.
My heart bleeds when I use it to do this. Although this piece of jade is not worth a city, it is worth less than half a city. Just like this, Su Ren casually broke it in half. The title of a prodigal son is solid.
I brought it with me.
The old fox and the old Wang took out the tokens from their arms and touched them together. They fit perfectly without any sense of inconsistency. The old fox laughed and said, "Do you believe me now? Look at how cowardly you are. I don't know what the teacher is going to do."
Come and do business in this place with dignity!"
"Who is in charge of escorting this time? Oh! It turns out to be Ma Sanpao, you son of a bitch. Just now I saw that you were the fastest to hide, so I better not come here again. If you are killed, it will be a big deal. It will be a big deal."
For your business, sir, I will use you to light up sky lanterns!"
Ma Sanpao chuckled: "How can I compare with you? Look at the cavalry behind you. Thousands of horses are galloping. When have you ever seen anything like this? But don't worry, old village leader. Even if you put your life in charge, you won't be able to do it."
Mr. Su’s caravan will not suffer losses!”
"This is like a wise saying! Come on, let's hand it over? Brothers are still waiting to share the money!"
Su Kai did not participate in the division of the spoils. He stood on the mound far away on horseback. During this time, the Qiang land became more and more tense, especially around the Huangyang tribe. Friction had begun. Lexen led the people of the Huangyang tribe.
We have already fought several small-scale wars with the horse and antelope tribes. Not many people died, and the atmosphere has been heightened. The war is about to break out. It depends on who takes action first.
Riwobuji slapped the back of the chair with his palm: "The Junma tribe has gone too far to bully others. They even came to our territory to rob livestock and herdsmen. Are they crazy?"
"Father, I will take people to destroy the Horse Tribe right now, and let those guys who are ready to take action see that our Yellow Sheep Tribe is the real master of this grassland!" Lexen stood up with a cry, and beat his chest.
The sky sounds.
Riwo Buji nodded: "Very good! You sit down first, second brother, what do you think?"
Wala frowned and thought for a long time: "I still think we shouldn't act rashly. We must all be Qiang people. Let's beat ourselves up and let those Huns laugh."
"You are just timid, afraid of this and that. What happened to the Huns? Do they still dare to attack?"
"Fighting and killing will not solve the problem. Only unity is the condition for the development of our Qiang people. As long as we go to war, this battle will not be about our Huangyang tribe and Junma tribe!"
"So what?" Lexon sneered: "Just in time, the warriors of our Yellow Sheep Tribe wiped out the grassland in one fell swoop, and the entire grassland belongs to our Yellow Sheep Tribe!"
Riwobuji's eyes lit up, but he said nothing. He was not a warrior like Lexon, so he naturally knew that what Vala said was reasonable. It seemed that the grassland was very peaceful and not disturbed by outsiders. In fact, the people around him had no personality.
It’s not that they are watching covetously. If the grassland is really in chaos, then the ending of the Qiang people will be very tragic.
"Father, let's take a look at the goods brought to us by Han merchants this time?" Ke Muzhi said: "Father asked Su Ren to help us get some soldiers and armor. If Su Ren gets Han soldiers and armor, he will send our warriors to us.
It’s never too late to be armed before taking action!”
A smile appeared on Riwo Buji's face, and he looked at Ke Muzhi kindly: "The third child is right, let's take a look first!"
Several elders also nodded in agreement. Only Lexen and Vala's eyes became strange. Lexen stared at Kemuzhi fiercely. Since those Han people came, he felt that his brother was no longer the child he used to be.
He has become his enemy. Vala's heart was the same as Lexon's, but his expression was a warm smile, and the vigilance in his eyes only lasted a moment.
After discussing the matter, the big tent became lively. The Qiang people like to eat meat with flour cakes. If they don't eat one meal every day, they will feel uncomfortable all day long. The result is that they can't live without wheat, no matter how they grind the highland barley noodles.
, it will not steam out the flavor of wheat flour cakes. And wheat can only be exchanged from Han merchants. While eating flour cakes and meat, Riwobuji talked to the elders and waited for the next group of Han merchants to arrive.
Need to exchange more wheat.
A man with a bow and arrow on his back rode up to the entrance of the big tent and then jumped off his horse, covered with dust and exhaustion: "Chief, something happened!"
"What's wrong? Is the Horse Tribe here again?" Lexon stood up.
"It's a Han caravan! The Han caravan that came this time was robbed by the Yak tribe!"
"What?" Everyone stopped chewing, and Lexon's mouth bulged: "Does that guy from Namtso want to start a war with the Han people?"
Wala smiled contemptuously and said: "Namtso is not at war with the Han people, he is at war with us!"
"You!" Lexon was very unhappy after being provoked by Vala. He glared at Vala fiercely and said, "Father, I will lead someone to snatch the Han caravan back!"
Riwo Buji's eyes flashed fiercely and he nodded heavily. Lexen dropped the pancakes and steamed buns in his hand and roared at the messenger: "Blow the trumpet immediately and set off now!"
"I'll go too!" Ke Muzhi quickly followed.
Although the Han merchants were not from the Huangyang tribe, after experiencing a Han caravan, Riwobuji and the entire tribe knew that holding Han merchants in their hands would bring them to their tribe. Not only would it be cheaper to exchange things
, and there will be no restrictions on transactions. This is the privilege of their Yellow Sheep tribe, and no one should be allowed to get involved.
Namtso was riding a very big horse. This horse was half the size of the other horses. Even so, it was very difficult for the horse to carry Namtso. Behind him was a long caravan, and there were hundreds of cavalry around him.
Wandering, Namtso has been prepared for it.
Namtso's smile was very joyful and made people feel warm: "Dear Shopkeeper Wang, last time your caravan asked me to pay more than half the price in exchange for a little grain at Eagle Lake. This time I have to pay too.
Riwobuji, that old boy, tastes what it feels like to be slaughtered."
Lao Wang also smiled and said: "Dear leader, I think you should let us go to Eagle Lake. If you take us away, if the people of the Huangyang tribe know, they will not let you go!"
"You don't have to worry about this. I'm sure I can do this! When you come to our yak tribe, you can still make money."
"Of course! But I still want to remind the leader that the Yellow Sheep Tribe is one of the largest tribes on the grassland."
"We, the yak tribe, are not afraid of them!" Namtso laughed loudly, trembling on his horse, and the horse kept neighing under his crotch: "I am not Riwo Buji, I am doing this for the sake of the grassland, and you merchants came to us
The grassland is for the benefit of the entire grassland, and we cannot let that old boy like Riwobuji take it all by himself."
"Okay! As long as you can guarantee our safety, we will go to the Yak Tribe!" Lao Wang looked helpless, but he was secretly happy in his heart. When he saw the cavalry of the Yak Tribe, he stopped Ma Sanpao from rushing forward.
idea.
Along the border of the Yellow Sheep Tribe, the caravan needed to go around a large circle. This provided conditions for the Yellow Sheep Tribe to pursue. At noon the next day, Lexen caught up with the Han caravan intercepted by Namtso. No
There was no unnecessary nonsense, and the two sides got into a stance.
"Namtso, you ungrateful thing, if you hadn't begged my father, how could your yak tribe have lived the life it has now!" Laxen gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the sense, let the caravan go, and I will let you
Go back and if you dare to say no, today will be your death anniversary!"
Namtso was still smiling: "Nephew Laxen, it is up to them to decide where the Han caravan will go. Other tribes on the grassland have the right to trade with Han merchants. Is what you Yellow Sheep tribe is doing bad?"
"Rules? You robbed a caravan on the way and you behaved yourself? Release the caravan immediately. I'll count to ten and attack immediately!"
"Woo..." The dull bull horn suddenly sounded, and a large group of cavalry on the horizon rushed towards this side quickly. The three flags were particularly eye-catching under the clear sky.
The old fox lying in the grass in the distance chuckled and said to Su Kai: "It's done! If we can't fight this time, I, the old fox, will lose a daughter to you!" (To be continued)