"Big lady, do you want to let the No. 2 garrison pavilion go to check, is it a Ezo slave who escaped to the mountains?"

Because Wan Gensheng mentioned the Ezo slaves, Ji Mo cautiously suggested, "Now there is no news from the Ji steward in the workshop, since I don't know the results of the search for the Song people, in case the Song people fled into the Yazhu Mountain......"

Not to mention how she would deal with the Song people, he knew that Ji Qingchen had a different view of the Ezo people in the grange, and if it was the Ezo slaves who fled to the mountains, the garrison pavilion needed to rescue them.

She had already agreed with them that as long as the grain was abundant and the grange was preserved, she could promise them many conditions.

As a result, she also discovered a small tribal leader named Ji Tongnu from among the Ezo slaves, who could negotiate conspiracy.

But she shook her head and said:

"No need, if it is really Ezo slaves who fled to the mountains, they have their own way to notify their fellow tribes to come to rescue, if they are not willing to pass on the message, it means that they and the Ezo people in our grange are not from the same tribe, and we can't care about the affairs between them."

Ji Bai understood what she meant.

Even if they are all Ezo people, they are at least divided into dozens of different tribes, and some tribes may still be mortal enemies, and the Ezo small-headed Stonenu she found from the Ezo captives was not a good old man who was willing to settle the old feuds of these tribes from the beginning.

"There's no need to rest in Pavilion No. 2, let's hurry up and go to Zhuma Temple-"

The two donkeys had been thrown in Pavilion No. 1, Ji Qingchen lowered his head and bent over, tightened his boots again on the side of the mountain road, and raised his head to Ji Mo and said:

"Ask Ji Hong in the workshop, even if a few people go to the whole workshop, they must send more people to search for the fine works sent by Lou Yun into the workshop."

If you can catch a prisoner or two. She should be able to invite that Lou master into the workshop and discuss it with him......

-- She really needs a group of skilled Quanzhou shipwrights.

"Yes. The eldest lady can rest assured. ”

The pine trunks on the side of the mountain road are stacked, and the shadow is like a dragon and snake.

Xiao Ruiniang quietly looked at Ji Qingchen, who was in a hurry, and then looked at the black green pine on the side of the mountain road, because when she saw the pine branch text message she wrote to the envoy, she couldn't help but think of it again, after the half-year-old lady accidentally got the courtesy greeting letter from Wenchang, the son of the Chen family. I also replied to a text message as a courtesy.

"Big lady. That Chen ......"

She asked in a low voice, not letting Ji Mo and the people around her hear it, but she didn't dare to finish the doubts in her heart. She doesn't quite understand:

The eldest lady didn't ask Chen Gongzi at all, and the steward of the Chen family didn't see her at all, did she not like Chen Gongzi? But didn't she write to that annoying envoy?

Half a year ago, her little Rui Niang had already lived in the Ji family's small courtyard, so she remembered it clearly. It was only after receiving the letter from the eldest lady that Chen Gongzi began to seriously summon Ji's mother and Neiku's mother to discuss. Seriously consider marrying a marriage in Fujian. Because marriage is a private matter for the eldest lady, the mothers of Neku do not need to be restrained, they can speak freely and provide all kinds of experienced experience to the eldest lady. What's more, if the eldest lady gets married in the future, the five mothers will also follow her to marry in the past.

Except for Ji's mother, she didn't make a sound. Mother Wa insisted that the eldest lady could find a better one, and the other three mothers were a little optimistic about the marriage between the eldest lady and this Chen Gongzi.

I like her little Rui Niang's step mother the most. also quietly told her that if Chen Gongzi was really willing to come to Tangfang from Quanzhou in person to ask for marriage, when she was looking for a husband in the future, she would ask the eldest lady to ask Chen Gongzi to find a nephew of the Chen family, who could live a down-to-earth life like him.

So she thought, the eldest lady must like Chen Gongzi very much, and if Chen Gongzi is willing to come so far to ask for marriage, he must also like the eldest lady very much, just like she likes the eldest lady.

Although when she asked like this, Mama Jie smiled and didn't say anything, just touched her head, and said that she would slowly like it after marriage......

Ji Qingchen heard her whispered question, looked down at her, and also laughed quietly, saying:

"Early, maybe Chen Gongzi has already repented now, didn't you see the posture of the envoy Lou outside our Tang Fang? If you really want to live a down-to-earth life, who would dare to marry our family......"

When Ji Ruiniang heard this, she was still a little curious about the envoy of the Great Song Dynasty from her homeland, and she immediately hated Lou Yun, why did he always have to go against the eldest lady......

The eldest lady finally said a family matter, and the Lou family always came out to make trouble.

She also hates the lady Lou who repented of her marriage, and she hates the surname Wang even more......

While complaining in her heart, she followed Ji Qingchen on the mountain road, but before they could go up another five miles, not too far from Pavilion No. 4, Xiao Ruiniang let out another exclamation.

- Once again, on the cliff in the distance, she saw the head of a second beast nailed to a giant tree.

Xiao Ruiniang saw very clearly this time, under the firelight, the bloody horned beast head was not a deer or a forked antelope, but a bull's head that had been cut off by a giant axe.

Because of her exclamation, more than ten people in the group all turned their heads at the same time and saw the blood bull head nailed to the giant tree, and before Ji Qingchen could react, there was a deep roar from the beast horns blowing from the depths of the forest sea of Yazhu Mountain.

Ji Qingchen's face changed color.

It was only at this time that she suddenly realized that it was not the people of Fusang who were holding a sacrifice meeting in the mountains tonight, no wonder it would be different from the beginning of July in previous years.

"Big lady-"

Ji Mo immediately pulled the knife with his backhand, and shouted urgently with a blue face,

"Let's go quickly-it's not the Fuso people who worship the gods tonight, it's the people in the mountains-"

For many years, the mountain people of Fuso have been burning mountains and opening fields in the Yazhu Mountain, and although they will secretly hold a group of weddings, adultery, and worship the gods every year to pray for the blessing of the gods, they will never be willing to cut off the head of the ploughing cow to worship the god.

"Blow the whistle, remind the fangding in the garrison pavilion to be on guard-" Ji Qingchen immediately made a decision, grabbed Xiao Ruiniang with one hand, and dragged her out of the mountain road in a hurry, they did not flee to the garrison pavilion, but in the way of the Kuding's knife, their group fled along the dense forest path overgrown with strange trees towards the grange.

"Let's take a fork in the road, and immediately go to the nearest grange to take refuge—"

The shrill warning whistle fluttered along the North Mountain Road, along the dark and unclear mountain road, from the No. 1 Garrison Pavilion to the No. 12 Garrison Pavilion near the Zhuma Temple.

Ten breaths later, the first round of fire crow guns sounded in succession in the twelve garrison pavilions, deafening, temporarily preventing the Shengbo from further crossing the valley and attacking the northern mountain road.

In this way, Ji Qingchen and his party were given time to escape.

Xiao Ruiniang closed her mouth tightly, panting hard, and followed Ji Qingchen's footsteps.

There are many legends in Tangfang, she knows that the Shengbo in the mountains is more dangerous than the Fusang mountain people, and the Fusang mountain people also know that they are afraid of the monks in the Zhuma Temple, and they know that they can only secretly grab the fields in the mountains with Tang Fang, but she has heard the eldest lady say that neither the Tang Fang nor the Fusang people dare to really go deep into the primeval forest in the depths of Yazhu Mountain.

Because the Shengbo in the forest sea even dared to kill the monks and officials, and they would also skin and hang the lone Fusang mountain people in the forest.

The Shengbo did not allow anyone to burn the mountains and open up fields in the forest.

Only they will kill the precious ploughing cattle.

Although the copper fire crow guns that the eldest lady asked the workshop to make are often to drive away the Fusang mountain people who want to grab the fields, what really wants to deter is the life of the dozens of tribes in this forest.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be at the Grange soon."

Ji Qingchen gasped lightly, she was already familiar with the mountains and forests on the side of Beishan Road when she was a temple slave, because she had to carry rice home, she was leading her to run, and she still had the strength to comfort the child,

"The Shengfan are similar to us, they are not monsters, they are just strange people who have never been out of the mountains and forests, and have lived by hunting for generations."

In her heart, she knew that compared to Tang Fang, they were completely uncivilized primitive tribes in history textbooks.

Ji Ruiniang couldn't talk anymore, she barely raised her head, panting and smiling hard, telling the eldest lady that she was not afraid at all, she had never seen what the Shengbo in the mountains looked like, but she had seen what the Ezo people who were sent to the grange looked like.

The eldest lady said that the Ezo people are also the births of Hokkaido.

They were tall and strong, their faces and bodies were painted with symbols to ward off evil spirits, and their chests were hung with colored stones strung with animal teeth, and in a warm place like the sea of Kyushu, even Ezo women only wore a animal skin skirt around their waists.

The leader of them, Qi Tongnu, was a man in his thirties, and the eldest lady said that he was already an elder of their tribe and had entertained him in the Ji family's courtyard.

So her little Rui Niang still remembered that she was standing in the courtyard with her back and said to the eldest lady in a simple Song language:

"Don't think that if you buy us, you can underestimate us - the Fuso have iron and swords, so we are no match for them, so we are prisoners! But the Shengfu in this Yazhu Mountain are the same as us Ezo people, who have lived in their own tribal territory for generations, and they use the same stone axes, animal bone knives, and simple bows and arrows that you Song people can't look down on! But only we Ezo are the best fighters! Even if we don't rely on you, even if we don't get iron and swords from you, we have enough strength to kill them and protect your fields! ”

The eldest lady kindly prepared a hundred sets of portable medicine bags and tin wine pots, which were no different from the medicine bags and tin pots that each of the Tangfang Fangding people had placed, and planned to give them to the Ezo people.

She had studied in Fangxue, and knew that this would prevent their warriors from being injured and dying in the battle with the Shengbo.

But the period slave refused at that time, smashed the tin wine jug, and roared angrily, his voice was like the rumbling horns of the people in this mountain forest,

"A timid woman can never give birth to a brave warrior! I warn you, we will fulfill our promise to you, but we don't need you to point fingers! Don't think that because I'm not a sorcerer of my people, I don't know that wine is a sacrifice to the gods! We Ezo people are most proud of the fact that for the sake of our own territory, for the sake of our land blessed by the gods for generations, we will not retreat even if we shed the blood of all our people, and we don't need to use any steamed alcohol to clean our wounds! We are not afraid of death! (To be continued) R655