Shopkeeper Qiao, or you businessmen in Xishan know how to judge the situation, you can rest assured that as long as my master's great cause is successful, there will be no shortage of your gold, silver and jewelry! ”

Qiao Chengyun, who was riding on the horse, nodded happily, revealing a shrewd light in his small eyes.

"The golden shopkeeper said this politely, the old man has been a businessman all his life to make money, although it is dangerous to transport these things, but you can earn back the silver that you can't earn ten times at a time, in the final analysis, you are still the gold shopkeeper, your hands and eyes are all over the world, and you can get through the assassin mansion to let us go late at night!"

The golden shopkeeper glanced at Qiao Chengyun with a smile: "The old man in life only believes in one sentence, money can make ghosts grind, no one doesn't like money, we are not killing people and setting fires, transporting some materials, it is normal for officials to turn a blind eye!" ”

"Also, after all, it is a common thing to trade weapons in the mutual market in northern Xinjiang, the imperial court is selling weapons, and it is nothing for us to just transport them, but don't you Jin Kingdom like Dalong's weapons very much? Why did you buy weapons and transport them to a place like Jiangnan, where there are few wars? ”

A hint of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the golden shopkeeper, and he glanced at Qiao Chengyun: "Shopkeeper Qiao, you have forgotten the agreement between us!" ”

Qiao Chengyun's small eyes narrowed, as if he didn't see the look of the golden shopkeeper, and laughed happily: "Yes, yes, we only talk about money and nothing else, and the old man will never mention this matter in the future!" ”

The golden shopkeeper glanced at the carriage behind him: "No wonder so many people like your Dalong's Jiangnan, the scenery is pleasant, not to mention that the sky is still warm, although the land of Dajin is fertile, it is mostly a bitter cold land, and it is still a lot worse than the land of fish and rice!" ”

Listening to the exclamation of the golden shopkeeper, Qiao Chengyun showed a hint of sorrow: "This sentence is not bad, the heavy snow in the north closes the road, Jiangnan is just a little cold at night, to be honest, if it is not for the sake of making money, the fool is willing to run to the north, the days of drinking wine and hugging the concubine at home are not beautiful, after this time the business of the old man is also going to rest, after the spring of the New Year, he will continue to go to the north of Xinjiang, it is too cold!" ”

"The old man is here to congratulate the shopkeeper Qiao on his prosperous business, and I hope we can continue to cooperate in the coming year!"

"It must be, there will be such a profitable business in the future, you can take care of your brother a lot, your brother will not lose your benefits, and it is a big reason for everyone to earn money together!"

The golden shopkeeper glanced at Qiao Chengyun and shook his head with a strange smile: "Shopkeeper Qiao knows the truth of fine water and long flow, it is rare!" ”

"Life is not smooth in the world, the old man must become the Liu Zhian of Xishan, so that everyone in the world knows me Qiao Chengyun, if people don't live for fame and fortune, wouldn't they come to the world for nothing!"

The golden shopkeeper suddenly raised his hand: "Stop!" ”

The caravan of more than 1,000 people who had passed down the order in turn immediately stopped, and several people around the carriage looked at the golden shopkeeper suspiciously.

A majestic voice came from inside the carriage: "Jinke, what's wrong?" ”

The golden shopkeeper turned over and dismounted and walked to the carriage: "Lord, something is wrong!" ”

"Something is wrong? It's been thousands of miles from the north to the south of the Yangtze River, what's wrong? ”

The golden shopkeeper walked around the official road and listened quietly for a while, and his face became more stern: "Lord, the surrounding silence is a little excessive, when I just left the city, there was the sound of nightingales and owls, but now the surroundings are silent, and there is no even the sound of insects!" ”

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a man with a majestic face got out of the carriage, glanced around, and frowned.

"There's something wrong, but I'm about to get to the place, hurry up and hurry up and wait until we reach the boundary of Turtle Mountain! How far is it from Turtle Mountain? ”

"More than twenty miles!"

"Then hurry up, this batch of supplies can't go any way.........."

"Fence it off!"

The sound of horses' hooves resounded incessantly on the official road, and the dense torches suddenly appeared in the dense forest around the official road, followed by the sound of shouting and killing.

"It's not good, there's an ambush, run away!"

"If you want to escape, ask Grandpa for the knife in his hand!"

"Lord, be careful!"

The golden shopkeeper pushed away, and the majestic middle-aged man pulled out a scimitar from under the hem of his clothes behind his back and attacked it in the direction of murderous energy.

When there was a loud bang, Song Qingjin's shopkeeper retreated a few steps before stopping.

More than a thousand caravans stood scrambling around the cargo, trembling all over.

"Hold your head and squat!"

Han Peng led a thousand cavalry to quickly surround the caravan, and the official road, which was originally only a trace of moonlight, immediately brightened.

"Squat down with your head in your hands, and those who resist will be killed!"

A thousand cavalry kept circling the caravan, and the fat body of the shopkeeper Qiao had already been so frightened that he got under the carriage and trembled against the wheels.

More than fifty coachmen dressed as chauffeurs who were guarding the middle-aged man drew their swords from under the cargo and stared at the army in full array.

The middle-aged man looked at Song Qing who was entangled with the golden shopkeeper in horror: "We are a caravan that has paid taxes and customs clearance documents, who of you dare to stop us, are you not afraid that the official government of Dalong will blame you?" ”

Cheng Kai carried a horizontal knife and led the foot soldiers from the dense forest where the leaves had fallen cleanly: "Yo, I know a lot!" ”

"Stop!"

Liu Dashao's voice came, Song Qing put away his knife and retreated, and the golden shopkeeper swept towards Liu Dashao's voice while looking at Song Qing.

Liu Mingzhi turned over, dismounted, and walked to the middle-aged man about ten steps away, and stopped: "Where are you caravan?" Who is the leader of the caravan? What supplies was the caravan carrying? ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Liu Mingzhi: "General, we are a caravan in Xishan, and the leader is Qiao Chengyun, who is outside Qiao, and the one who is transporting is .......... It is some leather goods traded from the northern Xinjiang market, as well as food and a small amount of weapons, to equip the nursing home to guard against thieves! We are all serious businessmen who have paid taxes and all the government has inspected along the way! Please general! ”

Liu Mingzhi looked at the middle-aged man sideways: "You're not a big dragon, right?" ”

The middle-aged man frowned, knowing that he couldn't deny it, and nodded lightly: "Exactly, the grass people are merchants from the Jin Kingdom, and this time they came to Dalong with Shopkeeper Qiao to sell tea and silk!" ”

"Where's Shopkeeper Joe?"

"The grass people are in ......... At...... Over here! ”

Qiao Chengyun's trembling voice came from under the carriage.

Liu Mingzhi took the torch of the guard, squatted on the ground and looked at Qiao Chengyun's fat body under the carriage: "Shopkeeper Qiao? ”

"Return... Report to............ My lord, it's the grass people! ”

"Come out and talk, what are you doing under the carriage?"

"Grass People...... Still....... I thought it was a robber! ”

"I see, since Shopkeeper Qiao is so afraid of robbers, why do you have to rush at night, you must know that the night in the land south of the Yangtze River is not so stable!"

"The consignor has to be in a hurry, and he has to pay less than 20% of the silver when he is late, and the grass people have no choice but to do it, thinking about whether they can rush to the owner of the goods smoothly, and they will rest assured that they are the officers and soldiers led by adults!"

"Oh, you'll be more at ease in a moment!"

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