Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Among the people of Zhao State who were deeply influenced by the military strategist's teachings, there were still many people who were willing to find a job to supplement their family income during the cold winter when they could not work.

Therefore, even though the caravan here in Zi Nu seemed unreliable, it still recruited enough people as dusk approached.

Including Yang Ming, there were a total of thirty people guarding him.

As a boss, after formally signing the contract, Zi Nu, as the boss, generously arranged a banquet and won people's hearts while eating and drinking.

During the three days of feasting and drinking, Zi Nu also contacted several caravans from South Korea, and then the joint caravan officially set off for Jingxing Pass.

Although Taihang is dangerous, during the hundreds of years of operation by Jin and Zhao people, the mountain road after Jingxingguan is still quite smooth, except that it is too narrow and restricts the passage of large groups.

After passing Jingxing Pass, the caravan stretching for several miles entered the long and narrow mountain road.

There are sword-like mountain walls on both sides. In the deep valley, the road paved with gravel makes a crisp or dull sound under the horses' hooves and wheels.

The grass and trees on the mountain have long since dried up, making the whole world a deserted place. Fortunately, the cold winter cannot stop the active macaques. In the marching team, the whistling of the macaques can be heard from time to time, and even occasionally The roar of tigers can be heard, echoing in the empty valley, but it also makes the whole world seem more and more quiet.

The purple girl wearing a bamboo hat was driving a carriage loaded with goods. With just a flick of the reins in her hand, she had already changed the direction of the horse she was pulling. Not to mention, this purple girl's driving skills were very good. He can definitely be called an experienced driver.

People who can possess this kind of driving skills are either born in the aristocracy and have learned the art of driving cars since childhood, or they come from a low-level family of car drivers. Although the origin of Zi Nu is mysterious, it is obviously impossible to be from a family of car drivers. She can only be Born into a noble family.

While Zi Nu was driving the car skillfully, she said to Yang Ming who was walking beside the car: "If you are tired, you can put your sister in the car."

"It's okay, the little guy isn't heavy." Yang Ming, who was carrying Xue Nu all the way, said nonchalantly.

"I can't even steal your sister. I really don't know the heart of a good person." Zi Nu scolded with a smile.

In the past few days, Zi Nu has obviously become quite familiar with Yang Ming, and she even made some jokes to relieve the boredom during the long journey.

As for why Zi Nu prefers chatting with Yang instead of looking for others, of course there is no complicated reason. It is just because Yang Ming is young enough, at least much younger than Zi Nu.

Chatting with people of Yang Ming's age can not only have some fun, but also avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble. After all, women still have to keep a certain distance from men, but with boys, they can ignore many problems. .

"You can't say for sure, my sister is very valuable." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Is it valuable? How much is it worth? A rich lady?" Zi Nu put the reins in her left hand and pinched the Snow Nu on Yang Ming's back with her free right hand.

"I'm worth three thousand gold." Xue Nu said unhappily as she avoided Zi Nu's palm and buried her head in Yang Ming's neck.

She doesn't like Zi Nu very much, although Zi Nu is very beautiful.

"Three thousand gold?" Zi Nu was slightly startled. She obviously did not expect that there was actually an accurate number, and it was said by Yuki Nu herself.

"This is interesting. It seems that there are a lot of stories between you brothers and sisters." Purple Girl, who noticed something unusual in Yuki Onna's words, said meaningfully.

"Right." Yang Ming said.

"Xiao Ming is quite profound." Seeing that Yang Ming didn't want to say more, Zi Nu started to make jokes.

She really likes chatting with Yang Ming, because Yang Ming is not old and can let go of a lot of guarding. At the same time, Yang Ming's temperament and manners also satisfy Zi Nu. He is neither rude nor inferior as he was born at the bottom, nor is he rich. The reserve and arrogance of the family have the unique vitality of young people, and even innocence.

But it is precisely because of this that Zi Nu wants to tease Yang Ming from time to time. She seems to like to see the changes in the expression of the serious and steady Yang Ming caused by mood swings in an instant. She seems to like to see it. Yang Ming showed his embarrassment as he teased her with her words.

The word 'Xiao Ming' is the murder weapon Zi Nu recently found today. She doesn't know why Yang Ming cares so much about the word 'Xiao Ming', but this does not prevent her from using these two words to tease Yang from time to time. bright.

Sure enough, when she saw Yang Ming showing embarrassment and anger for a moment, Zi Nu covered her mouth and chuckled.

The only response to Zi Nu's laughter was Yang Ming's silence, and the more silent Yang Ming was, the more Zi Nu couldn't help but want to tease her.

During the boring journey, the caravan soon crossed the mountain road and arrived at the exit on the west side of Taihang Mountain: Weize Pass.

There is a waterfall flowing down from the mountain in front of the pass. Even though it is already the dry season in winter, the flow is still very large. Under the impact of the waterfall, a huge pool is formed below, becoming an important source of drinking water for Weize Pass.

After a long journey, the caravan, consisting of more than a thousand people including the boss, guards and coachmen, stopped in front of the pass, preparing to rest for a night before setting off.

The journey ahead is even more difficult. It’s not that the road is too difficult. After entering the Wuxing Mountain in the north of Jinyang, although it is still a mountainous area, there is a river stretching for hundreds of miles in that place. During the winter dry season, the river channel is revealed. , it is the natural path.

The reason why the journey ahead is difficult is purely due to human factors.

On the next road, you will encounter more than one group of thieves. Some of these thieves are refugees from Zhao State in Taiyuan, some are soldiers of the Qin Army who fled after the Qin Army was defeated by the Zhao Army, and even some unbearable thieves from the north. The Hu people in the forest and Lou Fanren who endured the oppression of Zhao State, so many forces were entangled together, forming a large number of thieves groups in Hengshan.

It is precisely because of this that whether it is a merchant from the east of Zhao Di or a merchant from the south of Taiyuan County in Qin, it has become a common practice to pay a lot of money to recruit guards.

Of course, recruiting guards does not mean that you must conflict with thieves. As the saying goes, harmony makes money, the existence of guards can create a balance of power between merchants and thieves, and then have more room for bargaining. If 'tolls' 'It's appropriate. Hongshang is very willing to spend money to get things done.

But there are always some unreasonable thieves. At that time, it is time for the guards to fight for their lives.

Yang Ming has even seen that some guards have found whetstones to sharpen their weapons.

"Weize Pass." Yang Ming stood in front of the pass and looked at the plaque on the city gate, as if he wanted to find some trace of familiarity in it.

But unfortunately, apart from the three characters "Zhao", he could not find any trace of familiarity.

"Have you been here?" Zi Nu, holding a small wine bag in one hand, walked towards Yang Ming with a straight step, but said a little unexpectedly.

"I haven't been here, I just heard some rumors." Yang Ming said.

"What rumors? Let's hear it." Zinu walked up to Yang Ming as she spoke, and casually threw the wine bag in her hand to Yang Ming.

"It's nothing, it's just a temple." At Zi Nu's instruction, Yang Ming opened the wine bag, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth. The mellow-tasting wine fell into his throat. In the cold wind, something like It was as if some kind of flame had been ignited.