Jun Jiuling

After passing the Daming Mansion, there are more people on the road. People who fled during the war gradually returned. In addition, the garrisons of the three counties retreated. There are many more officers and soldiers here than before. Officers and soldiers galloped by.

Among the people who came and went, apart from ordinary people carrying shoulders and hands, there were also many people in rich and expensive clothes and with foreign accents.

"Why are there so many foreigners?" Some people asked in confusion, "It doesn't look like they are fleeing."

Besides, whoever flees to their place, the northern border, the golden army gathered, although it is said that there will be no war now, but it is still very scary.

"What are you fleeing?" A passer-by shook his head, "There is no fleeing dressed like this. These are businessmen."

As long as there are people, there will be business. This is not surprising, but the Hebei East and West Roads have been strictly controlled by businessmen under Cheng Guogong's rule for more than ten years.

Of course, they can do business in the Northland, but Cheng Guogong strictly controls their independent registration, and demarcates the place of business, and they need to report when they walk around between state capitals. As for the Tunpu border, they are not allowed to approach.

"It's different now." Someone said in a low voice, "Uncle Qinghe said that the northern land has been suffering for many years, and that the people need to be rich and prosperous, so that the army can be strong, so the businessmen are busy."

The people seem to understand.

"What kind of business can we do here?" Everyone shook their heads, "It's so dangerous, and I'm not afraid of losing everything."

"Who knows, anyway, businessmen are the most motivated. Since they have money to earn, they are not afraid of anything." The passer-by spread his hands and raised his head to the front. "See how many people are waiting in line at the checkpoint over there."

Although it is said that businessmen are allowed to move around at will, the barriers are still very strict, and many people have been refused to drive away.

"Master Sun, we just want to do business, why not let us pass?" asked the people who were rejected with a sad face.

The general who was called Mr. Sun looked indifferent.

"No reason," he said.

Very good, this general is a veteran at first glance, deeply influenced by Cheng Guogong's tyrannical methods.

However, it is not under the rule of Cheng Guogong now, and Cheng Guogong has also rebelled and escaped, so what are you playing, the businessmen who were blocked outside the checkpoint did not disperse immediately, and made a lot of noise outside.

The heavy wool curtains were drawn down, and the noise outside was immediately cut off.

"Look, this curtain is different." A man in his fifties with slender eyebrows and a long face held the curtain and said with a strong southern accent, "It's really a good thing."

A general sitting in the room chuckled.

"What a good thing is a broken curtain." He said, took a big sip of tea with a snort, lifted his legs and feet on the table, the armor on his body made a rattling sound, and this rough movement conveyed shock.

"Master Song, don't underestimate this broken curtain. Take it to our south, and you can earn ten yuan for one piece." The man said in a soft voice.

General Song laughed again.

"Do you also see ten coins?" He laughed.

"In business, money doesn't matter how big or small, as long as it's money, you have to look at it." The man said with a smile, and sat down opposite General Song, "So Mr. Song, in your eyes, this northern land is barren, and in our eyes There's money everywhere."

General Song pinched his beard and hummed twice.

"As a soldier, I don't understand you." He said, his narrowed eyes flickered, "I just know that the place you are going to is not suitable. There are not many broken curtains near the three counties of Bazhou, Xiongzhou, Baozhou. , don’t you want to do business with Jin Ren?”

Doing business with Jin people in the Northland would be considered a spy, and it would be a serious crime to beheaded if caught.

The man didn't become panicked by the threat, and sat still.

"My lord's words really upset me." He said with a smile, "Adults can fight against the golden man and are not afraid of life and death. Although we love money, money is nothing compared to life and death. My lord, you are in front of the golden man. We are not afraid of life and death, and we will never make deals with Jinren just for a few dollars."

General Song expressed his satisfaction with the flattery, and changed the posture of the upturned legs of several cases.

"It's good to know." He said, "Don't touch things you shouldn't touch for money."

The man responded yes with a smile, leaned slightly and took out a handkerchief to sweep the non-existent dust on General Song's boots.

"My lord, these boots have been worn for a long time." He sighed.

General Song snorted.

"How can there be so much military spending on wearing clothes? The most important thing is to have enough food and weapons." He said.

The man nodded his head again and again.

"Our family is in the fur business, nothing else, there are plenty of these leather boots and leather jackets." He said sincerely, "Winter is coming, I hope adults and soldiers can wear warm clothes, not many, only two cars .”

He said and pointed out.

Through the half-opened window, one could see two cars parked in the yard, piled high and covered tightly with cloth.

General Song narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, then thank you on behalf of the soldiers." He said, raising his hand and pulling out a paperwork from his boot, "Remember to do business honestly."

The man stretched out his hand to take it with great joy and respect, and saluted deeply.

"Don't worry, my lord." He said sincerely, "We understand that without a stable life, we have no business to do and no money to make."

The man backed out respectfully, and the general didn't move. Not long after, a clerk came in outside, whispered something to the general, seemed to say something happy, and he couldn't help laughing.

The general laughed too, and stared again.

"Reserve, look ignorant." He said.

The clerk hurriedly stopped laughing, but immediately went back to puffing.

The general didn't blame him either, his crossed legs shook rhythmically.

There was a mess of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by the sound of obstruction.

"Master Sun, you can't go in."

"Master Sun, Master Song is resting."

Hearing this voice, the contentment on Mr. Song's face disappeared.

"My lord, let me deal with him." The little official said hastily.

Mr. Song kicked the case away, and strode out. A soldier who had been blocked by a general stood in the yard. He stopped when he saw Mr. Song coming out.

"Master Sun, what's the matter?" Master Song asked indifferently.

Master Sun looked at him.

"Why let these businessmen go to the border?" he said.

"What is private release?" Lord Song said coldly, "Now that the Northland is stable, people who do business are walking around, why not let it go?"

"Now that the Jin people have penetrated into our northern land, we must strictly check the dead defense to prevent spies from sneaking in." Master Sun said.

Master Song shook his head.

"I said, Xiao Sun, you are wrong to think this way. He is just doing business, so why did he become a spy?" What's the benefit, isn't this asking for death, these businessmen are not stupid."

Master Sun looked at him with a serious expression.

"You underestimate these businessmen. They don't care about anything for money. As long as they have enough benefits, they dare to seek their own death." He said, "Master Song, you don't know. This is a lesson we have learned with blood. . . . "

Master Song's complexion suddenly changed.

"I just came here? I said that I have never fought a battle or killed an enemy, so I don't know anything." He was furious, and pointed at General Sun, "Let me tell you the surname Sun, when I killed the gold thief When you were still breastfeeding, you didn't know what a fart."

Master Sun's face was stiff, and he walked towards the two cars parked in the yard suddenly, and pulled off the cover before everyone could react.

Lord Song and the little official exclaimed.

Gebu uncovered the leather clothes and boots piled up on the car.

"What are you doing!" the clerk shouted, jumping a few steps, "This is for the brothers to spend the winter. Your lord remembers that the brothers specially ordered it for those businessmen..."

Before he finished speaking, General Sun raised his foot and kicked the car.

His strength was so great that the seemingly full car was kicked to the side. Accompanied by the exclamation of the little official, the car overturned with a bang, and the crackling leather boots and leather clothes fell to the ground, mixed with white things. The eyes of everyone in the yard were dazzled.

That's... silver bricks.

Silver ingots and bricks were rolled in scattered leather boots and leather jackets.

There was no sound in the courtyard.

"Master Song, I don't understand what this means?" General Sun looked at Master Song and said coldly, "Could it be possible that your lord asked the businessman for money as payment for the brothers?"

Mr. Song's complexion turned white and red, and his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Sun, do your own thing well and stop meddling in other people's business." He shouted.

"Song Zhijie, do you know what you are doing? You are helping the evildoers, and you are trying to destroy the foundation of the Northern Land..." General Sun also shouted, with an angry expression, he pointed at General Song.

"Am I helping the tyrant?" Master Song turned ruthless and raised his hand, "Take it down for me!"

The soldiers in a daze in the yard came back to their senses, and without hesitation rushed forward to hold Master Sun down.

"What do you want?" Master Sun shouted angrily.

"What do I want to do? I also want to ask you what do you want to do?" Master Song's face was cold, "You can't even pass the checkpoints with people, and the complaints spread all over the place. Did you inform Cheng Guogong and his son? They avoided arrest here?"

Sun Daqing's face turned red.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous," he cried, struggling.

Master Song didn't give up yet and took a step forward.

"Say, did Duke Cheng contact you? Did he tell you to do this?" He shouted, his eyes sparkling, "Sun Zhan, you have been with Duke Cheng for ten years..."

"I am not someone who has been with someone for ten years. I have been fighting for the Great Zhou for ten years. He is a general and I listen to him. If he is a thief, I will catch him. Song Zhijie, you are framed!" General Sun shouted angrily.

Master Song looked at him condescendingly.

"Whether it was framed or not, you can find out after a search." He said coldly, and waved his hand, "Take it away."

Regardless of Master Sun's struggle, the soldiers gagged him like wolves and tigers and pushed him down.

"It's finally clean." The clerk smiled flatteringly at Mr. Song, "It's better for Mr. Song to be quick."

Master Song snorted.

"When we are soldiers, we use our fists to make sense." He said, "Whoever has a big fist nowadays and can't see clearly deserves to be unlucky."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the scattered silver on the ground and raised his hand.

"Pack these up and send them to Uncle Qinghe."

He paused when he thought of something.

"Remember to save some for us to use during the Chinese New Year. What should be suppressed should be suppressed, and what should be rewarded should still be rewarded."

"Your Excellency is wise!" The little official responded happily with salutes.

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The checkpoint has been left far behind, and the road ahead is flat, but the driver did not urge the horse to gallop, but looked back.

"I'd rather not come," he said.

The coachman had an old face, with a thick hat covering his disheveled hair, which made him look scruffy, but his voice was gentle and clean.

"Father, I know what you mean." The bearded man riding a horse stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "If we can do this, other businessmen can do this too. They paid so much money, so naturally they won't throw it away. It must be brought back."

As for how to make money, in the face of money interests, people will be crazy and don't want the bottom line.

The coachman looked at the back and his eyes were sad for a moment, but he didn't sigh anymore, but looked at the bearded man.

"Miss Jun still has no news." He asked, "Maybe it's all right."

The bearded man smiled.

"Father, you don't know that little bastard." He said, "If she is safe and sound, he will let me know to show off gloatingly. If she is not good, this kid must hide it from him. I don't want me to be a hero to save the beauty." .”

"Maybe at this time he knows that you can't be a hero, so going there will only add to the chaos." The coachman said softly.

The bearded man let out a breath and flicked the whip in his hand.

"Heroes are brave in different places," he said. "Let's go where we need to be heroes."

After all, he urged the horse to gallop.

The coachman didn't speak any more, he raised his hand and flicked it lightly, the horses were free, and the dart flags on the cart were roaring in the wind, and the people and horses in front and behind followed suit, shouting slogans, just like all the caravans. run forward.