Yongzhou city is very lively, this kind of excitement does not only refer to the chaos of the people, in fact, as long as they do not disturb the people, it is not a big deal to fight in the barracks, there is a dispute between neighbors, not to mention different ethnic groups from so many places. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qiu Zi really wanted to see this kind of thing, unless there was a large-scale conflict, it was not his turn to worry about ordinary trivial matters, but what was a little strange was that after he left the city, he did not turn to the military camp, but went straight along the official road. It was a large open space, which was originally used for the training of the army. At this moment, a tall wooden pole was erected on it, and a banner like a wine banner floated on the top of the pole, and the front and back of the cloth were not written on the front and back of the wine shop, but a huge and incomparable word 'reward'.

On the empty mud ground, this pole seems very abrupt, what is even more strange is that there is a square shelf under the pole, and the notice of the government is pasted on the shelf, except that there is no human shape drawn, the style is not much different from the arrest of robbers, not to mention that there are several people standing on both sides of the shelf, the state official holding a long stick and an iron ruler is standing there a little lazily, and at the other end is a few men dressed as a man, each talking in a low voice in a different language,

Coupled with the table in front of the notice, and the Yazhong scribe who sat behind the table, his head kept little by little, and his eyes were foggy, it was a bit like a recruiting frame, but the meaning of that word was not quite right.

Qiu Zizhen dismounted next to the pole, although he was dressed in civilian clothes, but just looking at the soldiers who followed behind, he also understood that the origin was not small, and the officials and people around the notice immediately stood up straight, but they didn't know what to call him, so they had to look at him with awe-inspiring eyes, Qiu Zizhen's eyes turned on the notice, and then he turned to look at the scribe who didn't know at a loss.

"Ahh The booklet in Xu is hand was taken away at once, and the scribe subconsciously screamed, and when he saw the other party's appearance clearly, the swear words that almost rushed out of his mouth were swallowed hard, and because the force was too strong, his face rose red, but his expression was dodgy.

Not a word was written on the booklet!

"When did you start sitting here?" Qiu Zizhen flipped through it, and threw the blank booklet on the table, and his cold tone frightened the scribe.

"Back to ...... Back to Shangguan's words, the small one ...... The small one only started yesterday and has been in Fuchu before...... There is no ...... in the middle of the house Error. ”

Qiu Zizhen didn't mean to blame him, such a cold scene, if anyone else comes, who can consistently maintain his energy? This matter was not ordered by him, but directly from the instructions of the Shuai Mansion, needless to say that it was the plan of the young Fu Shuai, he came here to see what kind of result he would reap.

It's been open for a few days, and no one has come, and the news has spread earlier, mainly aimed at those people, who are not interested or lack guts? Qiu Zi really doesn't know, but he is a little disapproving of this approach, and what is going on now is a national war, not a game of rivers and lakes.

There were some strange things on the other side of the long table, and a few small officials stood aside to check them, and looked at them in the same way, I have to say that there were some things that even Qiu Zizhen was very excited about, and after reading them, he turned his back and looked into the distance, where was the Hetao Plain sandwiched between the two rivers on the left and right, if there was no invasion of the Tatars, it should have been a good farming area, but now in that vast land, there are only a few villages and paddy fields, and everywhere else is overgrown wasteland.

"Someone seems to be coming." In fact, he didn't need a reminder from his subordinates, and he also saw the movement in the distance, because in the open field, a group of people suddenly appeared, and it was impossible not to be noticed.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little tense, after all, this is outside the city, no one knows what will happen, the accompanying soldiers will protect him behind him, and several officials take the initiative to step forward with those people, Qiu Zizhen looked over there without saying a word, until the appearance of those people became clear in the field of vision.

There were not many of them, all of them were very little dressed, and their bodies were covered with oil paint, and their appearance and age could not be seen, but judging from their dress, they should be the people who lived in the mountains, and the man at the head carried a wooden bow on his back, and a few feathered arrows in his leather bag at his waist, and a package in his hand, bulging so much that he did not know what it was.

"Who are you?" The official who stepped forward first asked in Chinese, and then asked the accompanying people to repeat it in the local dialect, and when they saw them, the person who came did not seem to panic, but stopped and looked this way, as if to make sure that he had not found the wrong place.

"We're from the mountains, and we've heard that there are people here who collect mountain goods, so we're coming down the mountain, and if we're not welcome, we'll go back." They spoke in the vernacular, and when it was translated, it became this meaning, and the officials were a little surprised to hear it, and they looked at it with their eyes, but they still could not see where their mountain goods were.

"What?"

"This is it." The man at the head half-squatted down, put the package in his hand on the ground, untied the cloth knot on it, and showed a corner to them, the official stepped forward curiously, and his complexion changed suddenly, and the two of them stroked their chests in unison, for fear that one would accidentally vomit out, but the person who came was still asking them: "Do you accept this kind of goods?" ”

The package is full of human heads, the kind of human heads with braided hair and eyes like dead fish, no blood on the skin, and a pungent smell of blood when you open it!

The two officials endured the nausea, pointed to the pole behind them, signaling that they could pass, and the person who came obviously understood their gestures, nodded and tied the package, and when they passed by, there was a smile in their eyes, but with that colorful face, it was a little hideous.

The interpreter led them to a table, and when he saw the contents of the package, the clerk in charge of registration obviously had the same feelings as the officials, but fortunately he was still calm, but his face was a little paler, and he took up his pen, and while listening to the number of the clerks in charge of verification, he began to write in the book.

"One of the planners." This little official is a servant in the city, and he has no fear of this kind of thing at all, so he lifted the braid of a person's head and put it in front of him, and looked carefully for a long time before making a judgment.

"One of the planners."

"It's still a planner."

......

The speed of the work is getting faster and faster, all the heads have been verified by him one by one, there are as many as thirty, I really don't know how this group of people was killed, it seems to be quite relaxed, at least the people who came to deliver the goods are excited, as if these heads are really some strange mountain goods.

"Thirty-four heads of the people, you ask them, do they have any waist cards or anything like that, and they can exchange for more things?" The scribe glanced at the total number and said to the interpreters.

"Brand? Yes. The leader thought for a moment, reached out and touched the leather bag with the feather arrows, grabbed out two pieces of wood or metal, and put them on the table.

"One team is the other long, not bad." The scribe smiled and nodded to the man at the head, but made a few additions to the book.

"So, what can I get in exchange?"

"Ask them to go over there and choose, and the rules will be clear to them, thirty-two ordinary sergeants, one team is the other is the chief." The scribe pointed to the side of the table, the end where the thing was pushing, and the clerks in charge of the exchange heard it and immediately prepared for their first order.

That's right, it's business, and the requisition order was issued to various places at the same time, as well as this reward order, it is not as a supplement to the former, but in parallel, that is, it gives the people another choice, a more hidden choice, no matter what it looks like on the surface, as long as they can send people to carry out this kind of assassination in secret, it can be regarded as loyalty to the Great Song Dynasty.

To put it simply, this strategy is to exchange human heads for rewards, what kind of heads, Mongolians or Semu people, as well as a large number of local people in Dali, that is, the foot soldiers who are called 'planing people', most of the things used in exchange are from later generations, including rice, flour, salt, sugar, and other food, as well as weapons such as knives, axes, arrows, and even pots, bowls, farm tools, mirrors, hairpins and other daily necessities, in short, they are some things that are rare to see but are very attractive to the people.

For the Dong people who risked their lives to obtain these heads, it was just to change the hunting location from the high mountains and dense forests to the river valley plains, the wild beasts to the Yuan people, and the animal skins to human heads, and the things provided to them by the Song people, from the excited eyes of these Dong people, it can be seen how much they love them.

Thirty-four heads were exchanged for various commodities by them according to the proportion, the team was being exchanged for an iron pot, and the chief was turned into a small basin, as for the ordinary soldiers, they could only exchange some salt, tea, etc., and the leader of the group held a short knife as a sample, and looked at it with some love.

"What do I need to get this?"

"What was written above, a Mongolian ten-commander, at least, if it is a hundred households, it can be exchanged for a better knife." The interpreter paused at this point: "Ten times better than this." ”

The interpreter refers to the above, is the notice full of words, there is no cliché in it, just a detailed list of the exchange value of each kind of head, if the people can't understand it, you can let the interpreters explain it to them one by one, but this leader of the people is obviously a little impatient, just got the things in hand, and beckoned the people to go the way they came.

With the beginning, everything falls into place.

With the departure of the first team of people, people came one after another, sometimes it was a whole team like them, sometimes it was only a few people, and the least was only one person, and they all brought their own loot without exception, except for the human head and the matching waist card, nothing else was accepted here.

It's all like the legendary bounty hunter, and the source of this inspiration is the endless quests and prizes of the online games that come after you.

This is Liu Yu's war, make full use of the resources in hand, mobilize all the people who can be mobilized, do not need any black technology, and can also make the Tartars anxious, as a witness to these things, Qiu Zizhen has been so surprised that he is speechless, if there is no mistake in the verification of these heads, in just half a day, the Tartars have lost a team of 1,000 foot soldiers, and what they pay is just some things that can be bought with money!

When it was getting dark, the arrival of several people pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax, and they used to exchange only three heads, and there was no waist card to prove their identity, but the sound of the song was more exciting than seeing a hundred households.

"Mongols...... Three. ”

Qiu Zizhen, who was already sitting on the horse, was slightly stunned, raised his whip and whipped it behind him, laughed and galloped in the direction of the city gate.