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March 16, 12th year of Chongzhen, Temple Street.

The sky was exceptionally blue after a spring rain last night. In the middle of March of the lunar calendar, according to the solar calendar, it is close to May, if it is in the Guannei, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, it is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the warm wind blows the tourists drunk.

However, outside the extreme north, next to the Heilongjiang River, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, and even a few drops of freezing rain occasionally fall. For people from the south, it is still bitter cold, so everyone still does not dare to take off their thick autumn and winter clothes.

Standing in front of the Yongning Temple, where the Nuer Gandu Division had recently created a pattern, Li Peiting raised the telescope in his hand and looked to the left.

The land here is fertile, the water and grass are fertile, especially here is located in the Heilongjiang River basin area, there are many rivers, the forests are endless, the grass beach is vast, the birch forest is one by one, the water and grass are abundant everywhere, except for a little cold, it is a unique place.

Sparse forests, willows, meadows, and meandering rivers, lakes everywhere, patches of birch, maple, many leaves, are slowly sending out tender green shoots, in autumn, there will be a golden and fiery red, intertwined with the scene of green and gold.

The Heilongjiang River, which has just thawed, roars and roars with the snow water injected into the upstream from west to east and flows into the sea day and night, with dense vegetation and forests on both sides, and grass beaches can be seen from time to time.

Although it has entered spring, this land is still quite slaughtering. Although the sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is refreshing. The grass began to gradually arch out of the frozen hard ground, but some of the meadows of the mountainous plains were still slightly yellow, and the birch and larch forests at the foot of the distant mountains also began to quietly change the color of their leaves, dyeing the woods with clusters of tender yellow.

All of this is indisputable that spring has come to this land.

In the distance, on the riverside wetlands of Heilongjiang Province, migratory birds rushing back from the south are competing in flocks to lay the foundation for having children.

Standing on a high place, looking at the countless birds and beasts such as swans, geese, hares, roe deer, and foxes in the wetland, Li Peiting couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. I suddenly felt a lot more open-minded. Outside the plug. It's different.

“…… Fences, geese, hongs, geese and the like are full of them, looking from afar like people, standing, sitting, walking, white like snow. The black is like ink. Or ride and fly. People go to spin down, and flutter back in the water. Looking at it, it is like the Western oil painting scroll painted by Alfonso and others. He picked up his pen and wrote in his diary.

This land. The territory is wide and flat, with only some hills undulating. Heilongjiang here, there are mountains not far from the northeast and there are large forests, densely covered with white yang, coniferous forests, birch forests, summer forest waves, autumn golden and fiery red, from time to time you can see yellow sheep, roe deer, rabbits and other things infested.

Looking at the other side of the Heilongjiang River, the same large area of Pingchuan meadow, with a wide field of vision.

To the west of Temple Street, a makeshift market has become bustling.

In the wooden fence made of felled birch, larch, yellow pine and other wood, people come and go, and the shouting is endless.

Lin Wenbing and others, who came to Temple Street with Li Peiting, were already very familiar with trade with the Saurons, Daurs, Evenks, and Oroqen people, and set up dozens of tents in the wooden fence, removing one side of the curtain, and making the goods sold in each tent clear at a glance.

In addition to grain, there are also many meat porcelain jars, cloth, tea, salt, spirits, iron pots and other daily necessities, and even honeycomb coal, iron nails and other items are also sold.

Many people from all tribes of Sauron shuttled back and forth between these tents, trying to restrain their already flowered eyes, and select their favorite and necessary items, and many of the specialties of Heilongjiang, such as sable skin, squirrel skin, black fox skin, ginseng, shengjin, and Dongzhu, were used to trade the necessities of life brought by these prosperous merchants from thousands of miles away.

Historically, the Russians conquered Siberia, and in 1586 alone, collecting fur tribute from the local natives, the state treasury received 200,000 sables, 10,000 black fox skins, 500,000 squirrel skins, and many beaver skins and mink skins.

By the middle of the seventeenth century, the income from Siberian fur was estimated to account for 30% of the country's total income, and after paying for the administrative expenses in Siberia, a large surplus was maintained, which was very rich.

Regarding the harvest of going north to Temple Street this time, Li Peiting didn't think about whether he would make money at all, all he had to consider was how many times the profit he could make.

In addition to exchanging these necessities for the fur Dongzhu ginseng in the hands of the Sauron people, the larger purpose of the transaction was to be carried out in the Yongning Temple.

Around the Yongning Temple, a number of small camps were temporarily erected, and the tents provided by Long Shengxing and these immortal pillars, collectively known as the habits of the barbarians of Heilongjiang, formed the dwelling quarters. In the camp, dozens of people, or hundreds of people, or hundreds of people live together according to their different tribes, and the tribes in these camps have complex origins, and the relationship between them is not so harmonious and friendly, but here, no one dares to kill each other.

"Whoever comes to trade with us is our friend, and if anyone dares to harm me, we will expel him and never trade with him again."

This is the rule set by Lin Wenbing at the beginning, and it is implemented here as a golden rule.

The three leaders of the Daur tribe, Doshi, Korpa, and Davalia, who had traveled thousands of miles from the valley of the Xilinmudi River, a tributary of the Jingqili River, devoured a wild boar in the big tent of Bomu Bogol.

"The Han people who came from afar are really like gods, and this pork tastes so good when cooked like this."

The smell of pork and the smell of liquor permeated the big tent, so that the warriors who were standing inside and outside the big tent couldn't help but laugh at the three guys for not seeing the world, but they couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

After several years of trade monopoly in Tonglong, Bomu Bogol and Ordi and others made more profits than the water of the Amur River. Bomu Bogol's own clan has thousands of households. Many of them were small tribes that had been annexed to or conquered by him in recent years. Among them, the young warriors each had at least one weapon made of metal, instead of sharpening arrowheads from bones and stones.

As the earliest trading partner, Aldi did not have a large population, but the tribe's armed strength was much stronger. Each of the hundred and ten warriors was a spear, an iron sword, a bow, and dozens of arrows of iron. Such equipment can be said to be armed to the teeth in the Heilongjiang region.

"What a fat wild boar, what a fragrant wine!" After Dorsey, Korpa, and Davaria ate a 300-pound wild boar that had two hind legs, they finally reluctantly burped. He put down the copper bowl in his hand. Such a huge wild boar. It can be flipped over and then fired with a variety of condiments from the south, accompanied by spirits. Bomu Bogol only used a wild boar that the warriors had hunted, and quietly showed the three men his strength. These people are tribal heads. But on weekdays in the mountains and forests. Have you ever eaten such delicious food? Ru Mao's blood drinking is a portrayal of their daily life. Even if there are grand events and happy events, they are just yellow sheep and roe deer hunted with roasted heads. The taste is simply not to be talked about. It can only be said that it is cooked.

"Big-headed, can we really trade these demonic heads for what we want?" Colpa wiped the grease from his mouth with the cuffs of his leather robe, still blinking his little eyes red from alcohol with some suspicion.

The three men of Doshi, Korpa, and Davaria were the leaders of the Daur tribe in the tributary of the Jingqili River. This time, in addition to tiger bones, bear paws, furs, ginseng, and raw gold, which are common specialties of all the Sauron tribes, they also brought fifty demon heads in their mouths, that is, the heads of the Rakshasas, in birch bark baskets. Along with these heads came the objects used by the Rakshasas to prove their identity.

Of course, there were no weapons used by the Rakshasas in these items, and those weapons such as big axes and spears had been honestly and unceremoniously distributed among the three leaders to their right-hand men.

After learning from other tribes that there were such Han people trading in Temple Street, the three leaders who had suffered from the harassment of the Rakshasa people briefly discussed with each other, preferring to believe it rather than believe it. Even if you don't have this matter of buying demon heads, you still have to exchange the furs, tiger bones, bear paws and other things hunted in the tribe for those necessities of life, right?

So, the three leaders led their subordinates all the way to come.

"I can swear to Phulculun with my men that you will receive more than you think, no less! If you ask for one less wheat than you get, I'll pay you a bucket!" Bomu Bogol confidently assured the three leaders.

"If it is really like what you say, big heads, we are willing to belong under your banner. Go and decapitate for you and hunt wild beasts. ”

"Crossing the river, smashing stones."

"Cut down the woods on the mountains and pluck the hearts of the enemy!"

After receiving the oath of the three Dorsey, Bomu Bogol did not say anything more, and ordered someone to go out of the city to get three gifts.

"For each of your tribes, I will send 100 pounds of salt, 20 pounds of sugar, 2 pieces of cloth, and 4 knives. This is the reward of this big man for you newcomers! ”

What is the concept of catty, Korpa and these people do not know, but salt and sugar as sweet as honey, cloth, and knives are all things they dream of, and even say that the purpose of their trip is for this.

The eyes of the three of them flashed with a small flame of ecstasy, and they ordered the good things to be carried back to their tents.

"In the afternoon, that is, after the sun rises overhead, the three of you and I will go with me to meet the Han master."

When Bomu Bogol appeared in front of the Yongning Temple with three new traders, the sight here shocked Doshi and Korpa, and they couldn't take their tongues back for a long time.

The door panels made of pine wood are divided into two, and the passage to the outside of the castle is tightly guarded. The heavy door opens with the help of pulleys and other tools, but it is unusually light.

Adjacent to the wooden fence is a row of houses made of wood sandwiched with stones and black earth. The back wall of the house became part of the city walls. The doors are open to the inside, and people come and go from time to time, and these houses are more warehouses and stables for all kinds of goods in addition to the occupants. Looking at the stacks of goods in the room as high as the treetops, smelling bursts of grain mixed with tea and spirits, Davalia even began to speculate. "If you take your sons and daughters to grab a handful, won't this spring and summer be easy?"

Spring is the season when wild animals mate and reproduce, and according to the shamanic beliefs of these tribes, this is the time when hunting should not take place. The fruits of the previous winter's harvest had been eaten after a winter's consumption, so the fishing, hunting, and gathering tribes also had a spring famine season.

In front of several houses, a huge iron pot was erected, and some people chopped the wild boars, roe deer and other wild things that had been slaughtered into large and small pieces of meat, and threw them into the pot to stew, and the burst of meat fragrance attracted many hunting dogs to look at it nearby.

And not far from the iron pot. A dozen sturdy guys are topless. Slaughtering the captured wild boar with a sharp weapon in his hand. A seemingly skinny guy with a leather skirt on his upper body, which was covered with blood and lard stains, and waved a large knife in his hand very casually. Waiting for his companions to drive a huge wild boar out of the pen and down the narrow alley.

It's the same as taking the antlers from a wild deer. Pass through narrow lanes. The boar was driven into a very strong and narrow alley, with only its head exposed, and the huge boar's fangs were hideous. The head and hooves were struggling. With a happy smile on his face, the thin-looking butcher walked over in a few steps and swung his broadsword violently.

The knife flashed, and a wild boar pig's head weighing more than 300 catties was unwillingly cut off, and several butchers' helpers quickly cleaned up the blood that spurted out of the wild boar's neck with wooden basins.

"Bring some salt!"

Some salty salt was placed in the wooden basin and mixed with the blood in preparation for the next step of using the pig's blood.

"What a quick knife! What a ruthless Han Chinese! ”

The three heads are all experts in hunting in the mountains and forests, thinking that such a big wild boar, even if the warriors in their tribe can hunt it, it will take at least seven or eight people to complete it, I don't know what method the Han people used to capture it, and the most rare thing is that the pig's head can be cut off with a knife? ! Such a knife, if it is only used to cut people, can cut several heads with one knife!

"It would be nice if I could get a few of these good knives back this time!"

"Han people are rich! Kill a pig with such a good knife ?! This should be for the toughest warrior in the clan! ”

The three newcomers were thinking about it, and something happened over there.

Somehow, a wild boar crashed through the wooden fence enclosed with a thick wooden bowl and began to crash around the courtyard.

"Not good!"

The three leaders all shouted in surprise, and the wild boar launched a madness, which was the tiger of the king of the mountains and forests, and the black bear with infinite strength also had to retreat. The worst thing is that it is covered with grease and rosin-polished fur, and it is difficult for ordinary weapons to use it.

This mad wild boar ran back and forth and trampled on such a firm and narrow area, and the harm brought was enormous. Today, I don't know how much money and goods will be lost here, and how many people will be injured or even killed.

The wild boar with blood-red eyes raised the black steel needle-like pig hair like a hedgehog!

"Oh my God! It's the Boar King! ”

Korpa exclaimed loudly, not daring to slack off in his hand, and immediately drew out a huge axe, which was still the spoils of the battle with the Rakshasas not long ago, and the original owner of the axe had been turned into hard currency for trading and lay in a birch bark basket.

The king pig in the wild boar herd is the most ferocious white-hoofed male boar among the adult boars, weighing more than 350 catties, and very few will weigh more than 400 catties or even close to 500 catties. In the mountains they guard, tigers and black bears will avoid them, so this kind of pig is also called the old lonely pig and the mountain boar by hunters. This kind of rough skin and thick flesh of the old boar is vicious and cunning, treacherous and treacherous, with its bayonet-like sharp fangs across the mountains, hunters dare not fight (for fear of hurting people and hurting hunting dogs), tigers and leopards do not dare to catch, is worthy of the name of the "king of the mountain".

"It's still whitehoof!"

Dorsey was also frosty, wielding a big knife in his hand, and the three leaders surrounded Bomu Bogol in the middle and protected him very tacitly.

This wild boar running around in the walled city of Yongning Temple, with black mane, white hooves, and no testicles, these signs are silently conveying its strength. Large boars in the wild boar population maintain too many mating times for several years, and the hoof shell will slowly turn white, and the probability of white hoofed pigs appearing in male wild boars is about 1/10000, and after losing testicles due to disease or predator, they will become brutal and impermanent, and even attack their own kind for no reason.

"Bang!" The boar's massive fangs pierced deep into a thick hitching stake, knocking the hard wooden post into a flying stump, and the force of the impact made the tethered stake, which was buried several feet deep in the ground, crumble.

"Fire!"

At the moment when the wild boar stayed for a short time, a shout was heard. What happened after that was something that Korpa, Dorsey, and Davalia, including Bomu Bogol, will never forget.

More than a dozen guards who were prevalent in Long, I don't know when Lu Dao appeared in the courtyard, in groups of three or five, faintly surrounded the wild boar king from several directions.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang! ”

A series of clams rang out, and several pillars of blood erupted from the boar king, who had just pulled out his fangs from the depths of the wooden pillar, hissing incessantly, and pounced forward.

"Bang bang! Bang! Bang! ”

After a few more bangs, the boar king finally fell to the ground with a bang, his head and hooves moving wildly, and he was already too dead to die anymore. (To be continued......)