At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the demand for horses in the imperial court increased significantly. But because the main horse-producing areas are controlled by ethnic minorities in the West, the price of horses has also soared. Good horses can often be sold for fifty or sixty yuan, so the trade in horse markets around the country is also very prosperous, and there are often priceless markets.

Zhai Er was worried about his little Feng girl, and felt that the horses should still be sold at the horse market in Yingyang County, so that not only would they have a good price, but they would not have to worry about selling them to acquaintances and not being able to save face.

Yingyang County is eighty miles north of Nanzhuang, along the road hills and horizontals, the road is winding, just two people ride war horses, talk and laugh all the way, less than an hour into Yingyang County.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, when the army assessed kung fu, it was first whether it would shoot arrows, and archery was divided into foot archery and mounted archery.

It is also because of this that the folk style of martial arts training is also very strong, and the township soldiers in various places have foot archers, and some of them are skilled in martial arts, and their strength even exceeds that of the regular army of the imperial court.

For example, the famous Yue Wumu can not only shoot the bow left and right before joining the army, but also ride and shoot.

There is also Niu Gao, who excelled in archery when he was young, and later became an archer in Lushan County, as for his riding and archery skills, it is unknown.

Wang Feng naturally couldn't resist Zhai Er's pleas, and besides, he had nothing to do, just wanting to see the customs, enchantment and elegance of the Great Song Dynasty.

The city wall of Yingyang County is less than three meters, all of which are rammed with loess, and there is no style of a majestic city. The road conditions in the city are quite bad, even the stone roads in the north and south of the county street are potholes, hidden streets and alleys, and yellow and white things are faintly visible. The street is lined with shops, many of them are closing, and there are few customers who have opened their doors, and business is obviously very sluggish.

A glimpse of the leopard, can govern a good county like this, Wang Feng knows that the rulers of Yingyang County are by no means honest and upright.

It's not such an incompetent and mediocre person, how can he be alone in office? It seems that in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the court and the court were almost ruined by Zhao Ji, the son of Qinglou.

When the two arrived at the horse market, it was less than noon, and it was bustling with people coming and going, and it was very lively.

The two paid the tax and entered the horse market, and the two public servants stationed at the gate of the horse market saw that the two ordinary people were dressed up, and the two war horses were tall and mighty, very handsome, and couldn't help but take a few more looks.

When Wang Feng and the others entered the horse market, the two dukes whispered a few words, and one of the dukes turned around and ran towards the restaurant at the entrance of the horse market.

The two of them found a place that was still clean, so they tied their horses to their stakes, and asked for two bowls of good tea in the teahouse next to them, and then sat down, ate a big meal, and began to wait for the buyer to come to the door.

The horse market is full of people and lively. Among the people who came to buy, there were personable scholars, wealthy businessmen in fine clothes, and fierce men with five big and three thick clothes, all kinds of characters, but there were not many good horses.

Looking at the lively scene of people in front of him, Wang Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In less than a year, the Jin people will go south again, and then Henan Province and the surrounding areas of Gyeonggi will be ravaged by the Jin people, and the corpses will accumulate and be uninhabited for thousands of miles.

As soon as they saw that the war horses brought by Wang Feng were slippery and slippery, and the majestic horses were abnormal, many people in the horse market suddenly surrounded them and watched around the horses.

"Everyone, do you see, this is the high-quality war horse that our brothers snatched from the Jurchen Fanzi in a bloody battle outside Tokyo. Let's see, the authentic river meandering good horse, tall and mighty, with even flesh and bones, and docile temperament, can just be used as a mount for everyone. ”

Zhai Er shook his thick neck, saliva flying, and introduced his loot to the people around him.

Hearing Zhai Er's introduction, the people around him were all amazed and nodded frequently. The crowd looked at the horses, talked about it, and then began to whisper.

A scholar in his twenties, dressed in white, with a graceful demeanor, shook his folding fan lightly, stretched out his slender white fingers, pointed to a war horse and said: "You man, if this is really what you got from killing Fanzi, I am willing to pay 50 yuan to buy a horse back."

Zhai Er's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "This Xianggong, you are not interesting. My brother and I killed 13 people outside of Tokyo, and one of them was a fan, and the whole world knows about it, so how can it be fake! Yesterday on the official road in Luoyang, our brother also saved the old breed of the father-in-law, if you don't believe it, you can inquire and see if what I said is true?"

The crowd exploded all at once. A man said loudly: "This man is right, this matter is true, yesterday on the official road in Luoyang, there was a man who assassinated the old man and was saved by two heroes." It's just that I didn't expect it to be really a hero, you two did it, brother admire, admire!"

The scholar put away the folding fan and bowed respectfully: "It turns out that it was really done by two strong men, and I was offended." In this way, for the sake of the bloody battle between the two of you and Fanzi, I am willing to pay 60 yuan to buy you a war horse, which can be regarded as making friends, what do you think?"

On the market, the average horse is thirty or forty yuan. 60 yuan, for these two majestic horses, the price is not low.

Zhai Erxi said: "This official is a master who knows the goods. The villain wishes you an early entry into the middle of the branch and a glorious lintel. Little official, you choose one, let's clear the money and goods, and you can take this war horse away. ”

Seeing the envious eyes around him, the scholar shook the folding fan in a chic manner, and Yushu smiled like a wind: "When you go out, you naturally won't bring so much silver." Trouble the two to go down to the south of the city for a trip, Rong Zai took the silver and paid the two. ”

Zhai Er said: "The little official, please drink tea and wait, my brother has sold another horse, so he will take the horse and the little official to the house to get the money."

Another middle-aged wealthy businessman came up, touched the horse, nodded frequently, and said to Zhai Er: "Your brothers are both real men, dare to kill Fanzi and eliminate harm for the people." I also paid 60 yuan, and the rest of the horse belongs to me. ”

Zhai Erxi smiled and arched his hand: "Good eyesight outside the staff, I wish you a wide range of financial resources and prosperous business!"

The people around him also said enviously: "In addition to the Dong Yuan, now your little officials also have good horses to practice riding and shooting." The imperial court is the time to employ people, and after a while, it cannot be said that a petty official is the champion of martial arts, and it is not necessarily that he is prosperous. ”

Dong Yuanwai's face bloomed with joy, and he arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your auspicious words!"

Zhai Er's heart blossomed. Today, these two war horses were sold, more than 100 yuan, and some were distributed to Wang Feng, which was enough to go to Tongxu Town by himself.

Wang Feng smiled and watched Zhai Er and the crowd exchange of words, these live live broadcasts of the people more than 900 years ago made him feel fresh and curious.

At this moment, people outside turned their horses on their backs, and someone outside the crowd shouted: "No one can buy these two horses!" The county suspects that the two of you are the fine work of the Jin Dynasty, so go to the yamen with us and see it immediately!"

The crowd was separated, and several men dressed in public uniforms, with chains in their hands and long knives at their waists, walked in. The first person is tall and big, with two small eyes the size of mung beans, bones are spinning non-stop, greedy and ferocious, a long horse face, and a long knife mark on the left side of the face shakes up and down with the muscles, which is shocking to look at.

The two men next to him, one fat and one thin, were about thirty years old. However, these three dukes are all straight, and they seem to be people who have been practicing martial arts for many years. It's just that the faces of the three of them seem to be a little pale, especially the scar-faced man, who is even more pale, his eyes are blue, and he seems to be overly drunk.

Dong Yuanwai shook his head and said: "A few grandfathers, these two are strong men who kill Fanzi, not the meticulous work of some Jurchens, don't be mistaken, you have wronged a good person!"

The people next to him also talked together, shouting loudly: "Don't wronged a good person!"

Zhai Er was furious, and said with a stiff neck: "The two of us are upright heroes, why do you say that I am a fine work of Fanzi, can you dare to go to Tokyo City with me and confront the old man face to face?"

The horse-faced man looked at the two high-headed war horses in front of him, his small eyes were full of greed, and he said coldly to Dong Yuanwai next to him: "Dong Yuanwai, I know you." In this Yingyang County, I, Huang Tianbiao, said yes, and no one dared to say no. How's that, you also want to offend me Huang someone, go to the class room to taste the taste?"

Dong Yuanwai sighed, lowered his head and walked away, obviously knowing that this public man named Huang Tianbiao was not easy to mess with.

This trading market is a fat shortage, and this person can come here to be a public person, which shows that the background is very hard. In addition, there are dragons and snakes in the trading market, and there are all kinds of characters, if this horse-faced prince does not have two subordinates under his hands and few minions below, I am afraid that he will not be sent to this chaotic place like the French Concession in the later generations, but with heavy taxes to maintain law and order.

"Spread out soon!"

The horse-faced man retreated from the crowd of onlookers, turned his head, looked at Zhai Er, and snorted coldly: "You guy, leave the horses, get out of here, or Uncle Ben will let you know the taste of splints and cells!"

Zhai Er looked at Wang Feng and saw that his face was calm and silent, so he retreated from the horse and stood on Wang Feng's side, his face was very ugly.

Wang Feng was already furious. I have just returned to this era, and I am faced with this kind of shameless scum who openly robs people and property, abuses power for personal gain, and oppresses the good in broad daylight and in public, and makes him run wild.

For thousands of years, the idea that the people do not fight with the officials has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Even a bloody man like Zhai Er, who dared to fight hard with the Jurchens, chose patience and submission under the obscenity of the government.

The short knife on his waist is still there, the blade is on his body, and evil is born from the side of the gall. As soon as Wang Feng took a step and wanted to condemn these scum, a crisp female voice sounded outside the crowd, Wang Feng couldn't help but stop and looked up.

A young woman dressed in red, with red lips and white teeth, separated the crowd, Shi Shiran walked out, and a young man who was also dressed as a man followed behind him. The woman in red shook the folding fan lightly and said:

"I don't know whose mad dog it is, and the chain is not tied properly, so he dares to come out and bark? You are waiting for such a dog to fight people, don't you know that my Great Song Dynasty has strict laws?"