Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Overlord Makes a Bow

Meng Yuan asked very sadly.

It took a lot of courage for him, a former son of heaven, to ask this question.

The injured iron heart source was also inexplicably a little more sad in his chest.

"The reason why you feel this way is because you are not strong enough, you are a martial artist, playing tricks is not your strength in itself, if your martial arts skills are strong enough, you can break out of the sky with your mighty force alone, and you don't need any intrigue at all.

I have heard that in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and intrigue is only a passing moment, and it is in vain. ”

Meng Yuanzhi smiled bitterly and said: "Why, what words and reasons will be said by your group?" ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "The words of the two ends are the so-called wisdom in themselves, if you see through the original meaning of wisdom, you won't feel strange." ”

"You have all the ingredients to become a wise elder." Meng Yuan threw a piece of firewood into the fire and said with a smile.

"How so?"

"I originally had a lot of grievances in my heart, but after a few words with you, those grievances suddenly disappeared.

This shows that you are very good at talking and comforting people. ”

"It's useless to comfort you, after all, you and I are both Song people, we are natural partners, if we can comfort the people on this land and follow my train of thought, it will be a great achievement."

Meng Yuanzhi was a little stunned when he heard this, leaned back to Tie Xinyuan's side, and then whispered: "If you really want to do the kind of big thing you said before, take me." ”

Tie Xinyuan sighed resentfully and said: "You are in my plan, my body is weak, and it is okay to come up with some ideas, if you want to do something, you and Tie Yi will not help you." What can I do? ”

"Uh-huh, what should I do now?"

"Sleep, always have enough energy, and now, you are the last hope for our group.

I'm thinking, even if it doesn't work out. We still need to run away......"

Meng Yuanzhi: "......"

When the sky is cloudy, the young Tie Xinyuan still can't resist the temptation of the sleeping demon, and he is unconscious when he lies back on his bed.

Sleep didn't seem to be very important to an old man like Musin, who just wiped his face with a hot towel and regained his energy.

He left the camp early in the morning, dressed in a crisp white robe, and heard from Mahim that he was going to comfort the Persians who had remained in Iwu.

Hou Tong is now a beast dancing on a red-hot iron plate, and he will not let go of any clues. Even if he knew that the grain was burned by the Tanguts, he had to find out the internal response of the Tanguts to alleviate his guilt.

Since the matter was done by the Tanguts, Mu Xin and they no longer have any doubts, after all, a group of people who had just killed people and set fire to the Xixia Shazhou had no reason to provoke the Khitans again.

This kind of thinking is actually the Khitan. Western Xia, a basic idea of the Song Kingdom, the people of the Three Kingdoms.

The story of the combination has been deeply seared in their hearts. It is a confinement to their thinking, and it is difficult to think outside of this strange circle.

The merchants from Western Xia were very unlucky.

Hundreds of people were stripped naked and hung from high wooden shelves, and when their bodies were about to freeze, a whip would form a high whip mark and hurt their hearts.

It's almost noon. Xu Dongsheng dragged Tie Xinyuan up from the bed, and deliberately found the best position in a Khitan tavern, drinking wine and watching the miserable world of the Western Xia people together.

"Brother Yuan, look, that guy's has been beaten out. This whip is really too hard......"

"Brother Yuan, look, that guy always greets the Xixia man's lower three roads, ouch, this whip even broke the man's guy......"

Tie Xinyuan naturally doesn't look at it.

He turned his back to those Tangut people, drank the warm mare's milk wine in one gulp, and whispered to Meng Yuanzhi about how much grain the Khitans could get from these Tangut people.

In the end, the two agreed that even if the Khitans dried all the Tangut people, they would not be able to make up for the loss of the grain depot.

These Tanguts were dead.

Chasing the murderer is one thing, Hou Tong's most urgent mission now is actually to find food as soon as possible, if there is enough food to supply the Khitan army in the Gobi, he can explain it to the Khitan court, if there is no food supply, even if he finds the murderer, his final fate will be very bad.

"This is how things can be done, and as soon as you make a move, you must hit the enemy in the most painful position, so as to maximize your own interests.

The so-called strategy, in fact, is that it is necessary to kill 10,000 enemies and lose 3,000 self-damage, and it is a good strategy to achieve this goal, if it is the other way around, it is a failed strategy. ”

Meng Yuanzhi is very good at speaking, and these words are reasonable and well-founded, and people can't do it without admiration.

Xu Dongsheng sneered: "This is the insight of the Tokyo people, if you let them say it with their mouths, they are often invincible, and let them do things in person, often it becomes sparse, and those who are not pulled in their pants are considered heroes of Xishuimen." ”

Tie Xinyuan came out of the West Water Gate, and when he heard this, he glanced at Xu Dongsheng, put on the leather jacket on his body, and took Tie Yi and them to the bazaar, which looked very depressed.

Mu Xin also walked around the bazaar, the white clothes fluttering naturally had a fairy atmosphere, he seemed to be very interested in all the goods on the bazaar, from time to time picked up a piece of goods and talked to the owner very happily, also very serious.

Tie Xinyuan learned from Mu Sin's example, and also paid attention to the goods on the bazaar, buying one or two pieces from time to time, and soon, like Mu Sin, he became the most popular guest in the bazaar.

In the event of such a major event as the burning down of the grain depot, the right to wait for passage was not enough to prevent the bazaar from continuing to trade, and each merchant represented a clan.

Those tribes have long been accustomed to fighting for no reason in the Gobi, and all kinds of intrigues, as long as they are not unlucky, life must go on, so starting a new life next to the corpse is not a difficult thing for them to understand.

Mu Xin spent a lot of money today, and Tie Xinyuan also spent a lot of money, and he spent the last silver coin in his pocket.

Only then did they take Tie Yi and Meng Yuanzhi and they walked back happily.

At the gate of the camp, they met Mu Sin, who was also full of loads, and the master and apprentice glanced at each other, then each looked up to the sky and laughed silently, and then went back to the camp.

Xu Dongsheng was very depressed all the way, and he didn't know much about the sneak attack on the grain depot, because he laughed at Meng Yuanzhi, and Meng Yuanzhi didn't tell him about it.

However, he carefully studied the behavior of Mu Xin and Tie Xinyuan along the way, and after they both returned to the camp, he also began to purchase the goods he needed on a large scale.

This is an act determined by his well-honed sense of smell.

Whether it is Mu Xin or Tie Xinyuan, they are rare smart people that Xu Dongsheng has seen, since smart people have done this, there should be no big mistakes with him following up.

Today, Tie Xinyuan made a pot of hot noodle soup and sent it to Mu Xin.

At some point, their master and apprentice began to eat in the same pot, and the process went on silently, neither Mu Xin nor Tie Xinyuan deliberately pushed it, and it was not until Aladdin found out about this situation that the two of them realized this.

Tie Xinyuan was young, so he ate quickly, put down his rice bowl early, and waited for Mu Xin, who was chewing slowly, to finish the last bite of food, and couldn't wait to ask: "Teacher, are the silver coins no longer used?" ”

Mu Xin wiped his hands and face with a white towel and smiled: "What do you think? ”

Tie Xinyuan said respectfully: "In Hami, grain will soon become more valuable than silver coins, and the relationship between the two is reversed. ”

"Now that you already know that the monetary relationship in the Gobi is actually tied to grain, then there is no grain here, and the silver coins are naturally worthless, and the valuable ones should be grain and materials.

Teacher, I am now the leader of a caravan, so I naturally have to follow the rules of caravan business......"

When Tie Xinyuan came out of Mu Sin's room with the pot, his steps were very light, and he saw the human side from Mu Xin's body for the first time.

First, he bought the goods on the bazaar on a large scale, and then hoarded a large number of them, and waited until the waiter to start urging the tribe to produce food.

Under Hou Tong's strict orders, the tribe had no choice but to hand over its own grain and buy the already expensive grain from the market to feed the tribe's people.

At this time, Musin, who has food and materials, will naturally intervene in the daily life of the Hami people and have a very important right to speak.

Tie Xinyuan appreciated this kind of overlord's hard intervention, and was determined to follow it with all his might, he wanted to see how much benefit he could get in the end, and he was also ready to see how strong Mu Sin's ability to control the situation was.

Musin was on the move, and the Persians naturally followed, and in the space of five days the camp was filled with all sorts of goods, the largest of which was undoubtedly food-related.

After Hou Tong killed more than 200 Xixia people, he disappeared, and Hami could not see the shadow of the Khitan army.

Meng Yuanzhi went to the military camp to spy a few times and didn't find many Khitans, but the merchants on the bazaar began to frown and recycle all kinds of materials, especially grain, after experiencing the pleasure of selling a lot of goods.

Xu Dongsheng, who heard the news, shouted and pulled Tie Xinyuan and Meng Yuanzhi to drink and carnival for half the night.

Until he gets drunk and falls asleep, he will let out a series of oozing laughter.

Meng Yuan sat by the bonfire with a wine glass, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looked at Xu Dongsheng, who was drunk to death, and said, "This is the difference between big and small?" An opportunity to create a fortune, a waiting opportunity to make a fortune. ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "Actually, I prefer to take a ride to get rich, and those who open up a way to wealth should indeed be respected."

I'm not a big fan of this kind of person. (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 1