Chapter 21 Wet shoes on the top of the hill

In the afternoon, taking advantage of the warmest hour, the caravan re-embarked on its path.

Fan Lao Crooked still walked in the forefront, leading the camel team all the way to the north, less than two miles away, and then turned to the east.

Fan Lao thought that he was doing it very skillfully, but all this was seen by the careful subway ink.

At this time, Tiemo was almost 100% sure that Fan Lao Crooked had a problem. Because I didn't know what Fan Lao wanted to do, I could only pretend not to know for the time being.

And, anyway, you have to get out of the desert first.

Towards evening, a little vegetation finally appeared in the field of vision, and although it was only sparse dead grass, there was a cheer from the caravan.

It is absolutely a miracle that more than 20 inexperienced military households can break through the Southern Desert without killing a single person.

Barren next door, low sand grass, as far as the eye can see, there seems to be green mountains connected to the sky in the distance.

Fan Lao took a sip of liquor and pointed to the front right.

"Brothers, work harder, go ten miles further, and we can go to the Mongols for a hot barbecue!"

Today's time, the dry pepper coarse cake, with cold water, is about to fade out of the mouth. Hearing that there was meat to eat, the soldiers all showed excited eyes, and their feet involuntarily sped up.

As Fan Lao Crooked said, ten miles ahead, when it was dark, a fire appeared in the distance. In the faint light, gray-white yurts shimmered.

Fan Lao took a sip of wine happily, and waved his hand arrogantly, "Let's go, let's go to the yurt to find meat to eat." ”

"Roar!"

"There's meat to eat!"

The soldiers were eager to fly directly to the yurt, drink wine and eat meat, and then sleep beautifully.

Fan Lao tilted his head and walked towards the yurt without looking back, but he didn't notice that Tiemo and Zhou Dingshan had fallen at the back of the team.

Tiemo whispered a few words to Zhou Dingshan, and walked towards the yurt with his hands in his hands. The gopher behind him ran over and grabbed the wine bag on Tie Mo's waist.

"Xiao Tie, do you give me these two bags of wine?"

"No, this is a good Fenjiu aging, waiting to go to Shuangquanhai to exchange good things, if you want to drink, go and drink other wine!"

Tiemo hurriedly covered the wine bag, took two steps back, and pulled away from the gopher.

In a few days, Tiemo also knew a little about the drill gopher. This person is a drunkard, has a strange skin, and is used to bragging and playing scoundrels.

In short, there are many disadvantages in drilling a gopher, and the advantages have not been seen for the time being.

The gopher sniffed and stared straight at the wine bag, "Isn't it aging?" Believe me, if you give me these two bags of good wine, Lao Tzu promises that you will not regret it. ”

Afraid that Tiemo would not believe it, the gopher stepped forward, lowered his voice and said with a serious expression: "You have to believe me, give me two bags of wine, I can save your lives, how about it, can this deal be done?" ”

Tie Mo was surprised in his heart, it seemed that the gopher also sensed that it was dangerous again, or maybe he already knew something.

After hesitating for a while, Tiemo gritted his teeth and untied the wine bag, and squinted at the gopher, "How do I know if it's credible?" What if you don't do anything after drinking? ”

"Hey, how can we say that we've known each other for three years, and you don't believe in Lao Tzu so much? Do you still want Lao Tzu to swear a poisonous oath? ”

The drill gopher rubbed his cheeks, very unpleasant. Tiemo just looked at it lightly and didn't say anything.

The gopher spat out turbidity, so he had to helplessly raise his right hand and point to the sky.

"Today, I swear to my ancestors and ancestors, if you drink and don't do anything, you will call me ....."

"The top of the mountain is wet with the wind, and my legs are lame when I go out!"

"Huhu, this should be okay, right? Wine..... Huh? Why do you have such an expression, hell? ”

The gopher suddenly found that Tie Mo's expression was a little wrong, and he saw that the other party's mouth was half open, as if he was whistling. A pair of squinting eyes, trying to widen.

"Ahem, you repeat, what's your name?"

"Sand sculptures? Questions? ”

"No problem, your poisonous oath is okay, the wine is for you!"

Throwing two bags of wine to the gopher, Tiemo turned around and left, quickly moving away from the man.

Sand sculptures? Why isn't this name called a sand bird?

.....

There are five yurts in total, standing side by side on the grass, and not far from the low green hills. Because of the hills, the wind here is much lighter.

Fan whispered to one of the Mongols, and it didn't take long for the caravan to get permission.

The Mongols here seem to have long been accustomed to the Han caravans coming from the south, and they are not surprised to see the camel caravans, nor do they have much hatred.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, in the desert steppe, the relationship between the Han and the Mongols was so contradictory.

The Mongols had a hard time, so they often went south to fight grass valleys, so that the border passes often fought with weapons, and there were constant conflicts.

But in the same way, the Mongols were also hungry for trade, and they did not want bloodshed, and if they could make a good living through trade, they would not run south to lick the blood.

Moreover, there are hundreds of tribes large and small in the Mongolian divided city, and the relationship between each tribe and the Ming is also different.

As a result, a strange situation has been created on the Mongolian side.

From time to time, Mongolian tribes often went south to fight the grass valley, and the Ming border army often took revenge in the north, so it is said that the Mongols should hate the Han people to the core.

In fact, on the contrary, the Mongols were much better at fighting the grass valley, but for those caravans who were willing to go north to barter with the Mongol tribes, the attitude of the Mongols was much better.

The Mongols are not stupid, now the border jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty is becoming stricter and stricter, and some Mongolian tribes follow the Houjin to make trouble, and the imperial court has a tendency to close the border trade.

The Han caravan that dared to barter north was, in a way, equivalent to smuggling goods with their heads in their hands. If these caravans are robbed and killed, then who will come to the Mongolian side to barter in the future?

Without trade, to whom were Mongolian cow skins sold? Where does salt come from? Where does the iron come from?

.......

There are more than 20 Mongolians living in five yurts, of which most are young and strong men, and few are women.

Tie Mo frowned, since he came in, he didn't see an old Mongolian man.

Through Fan Lao's introduction, the leading Mongol is called Uraka. Uraka was very enthusiastic to let people slaughter sheep and cook wine, and everyone sat on the ground, while roasting the fire, while smelling the aroma of roasted meat.

"My friend, there are enough cows and sheep here, and there is fragrant mare's milk wine."

"Stand up and let's have a drink!"

Uraka held a porcelain bowl and drank a bowl of wine proudly, and Fan Lao Crooked also did the same.

Tie Mo didn't drink mare's milk, but took the wine bag and took a sip gently.

Urakar frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared, "Friend, but you don't like our wine?" ”

"No, I'm used to sorghum wine!"

Uraka's face turned cold, and he slammed the porcelain bowl to the ground. Fan Lao Wei hurriedly leaned over and picked up the mare's milk wine in front of him.

"Tie Ye, you can't be like this, this is looking down on Uraka..."

"Oh? Then old Fan, you can drink this bowl of wine for me! ”

"I ......"

Fan Lao's mind moved, and he raised his head suddenly, and he saw a sly smile flashing in Tie Mo's eyes.