"It's here, Brother Zheng!" Lin Yuan stationed on his horse, pointed to a camp tent in front of him and said to Zhiwen.

This is a very small tribe, Zhiwen glanced at it, and visually saw that all the yurts together did not exceed thirty, and the population of the tribe was less than one hundred or two hundred.

A small river, which winds down from the hill in front of the left, turns a few corners here and heads away to the front right.

In the middle of the site, surrounded on three sides by a river bay, stands the largest yurt, which is supposed to be the tent of the head of the department.

At this time, it was freezing and the river was frozen, and people could be seen taking water from the chiseled ice.

"Smack!! Whipping after whipping came faintly from the tent, along with incessant cursing and the occasional muffled grunt, ruined the serenity.

Lin Yuan listened carefully, and his expression changed slightly, "Brother Zheng, I'll take the first step and report to the leader, Qiao'er, you accompany them to our tent to rest first, treat them well, don't slack off!" ”

"Drive!" After speaking, Lin Yuan clamped the horse's belly between his legs and walked towards the big tent.

"Brother Zheng, follow me." Like the choice of the three girls, Lin Qiao rode a mare, and walked slowly with Zhiwen in front.

Lin Yuan beat his horse and galloped wildly, threw the saddle and dismounted in front of the big tent, and got into it.

In this kind of small tribe, where will there be any guards guarding outside, and occasionally a few people, all of whom are related to the leader, seeing that it is Lin Yuan, he did not stop him, and let him enter the big tent.

"Boss!" As soon as he entered the big tent, Lin Yuan shouted loudly, took a few steps forward, knelt on one knee, and used his back to block the falling whip.

"Smack!" , There was a crisp sound, the corners of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't exhale pain, and said with both hands in fists, "Boss, there's a good thing!" ”

"It's Lin Yuan." Holding a leather whip was a bald middle-aged man, on a cold day, with half of his arms exposed, and fine beads of sweat on his head.

After fighting for a long time, maybe he was tired, but when he saw Lin Yuan breaking in, he simply stopped on the donkey.

"What did you just say?" The leader asked, throwing the whip on the ground.

"Good thing!"

"No, the previous one!"

"Oh!" Lin Yuan's heart was happy, it seems that this sycophant is still right, "Boss! ”

"Alas!" The chief replied with a satisfied look, and this title made him the most satisfied.

Thinking that he is the leader of a small tribe, he is not qualified to be named "Taiji" by Houjin, nor can he be called "Khan" and "Great Khan", and he can't even add a "Khan" after his name, if he is really crazy, if he dares to be so arrogant, he can make people destroy all the scum in a blink of an eye.

Even if no one came to make trouble, he would only make his subordinates laugh at him and leave him a laughing stock, and he was not so stupid.

It's just that his subordinates call him all sorts of names, and it really makes him dislike, "leader", "leader", "leader", etc., which give people the feeling that they are always less domineering, and some elderly people actually call him by his big name - Dalintai, which is really unbearable, but has to endure it.

Among these titles, the "head" that Lin Yuan's kid came out from time to time was the most satisfying to him, loud enough, and he could hear the feeling of crawling under his feet, tsk, this kid not only has a hand in farming, but also has such a level of greeting.

The leader of Dalintai narrowed his eyes slightly, twisted his beard, felt the pleasure brought by the sound of "head", and asked, "What is the good thing?" ”

"Caravan, leader," Lin Yuan said, "I have invited a caravan to our tribe. ”

"Oh?" Dalintai's eyes opened suddenly, and then closed again, "It can't be that the caravan headed for Dajin was invited by you, right?" Hahaha, Lin Yuan, you kid can really blow. ”

"No, sir, how could I have invited such a big caravan, it's a small caravan."

"Huh?" Dalintai opened his eyes again, a small tribe like them, and only a small caravan was willing to come to the door to trade, "What you said is true?" What kind of goods do they have? ”

"How dare Lin Yuan lie to you, they have grain, green salt, and..." Tea! ”

Da Lintai's eyes widened, and his eyes seemed to be able to emit light, and he picked up a small piece of tea from Lin Yuan's hand and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Not bad, right? Chief! Lin Yuan asked.

Dalintai slapped it on the ground, stood up and said, "Good tea, this is tea, I drank it in vain before, these black-hearted profiteers!" ”

After speaking, he snatched the tea leaves from Lin Yuan's hand, "Come on, let's brew some tea and drink some of it, no wonder I'm so angry, I haven't drunk tea for a few days." ”

Well, he's really angry, so big that he hasn't pooped for days.

"Chief, what about Mengen...?" Lin Yuan asked.

Da Lintai was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was still a person lying on the ground in the camp tent, and kicked it over, "Get out, go out to work, you have to entertain distinguished guests at night, and then dare to be lazy, be careful of your skin, one or two stupid and stupid, you can't even scream 'head'." ”

Meng Gen put on his clothes and whispered to Lin Yuan, "Thank you Siqin." ”

Siqin is the meaning of the sage, Lin Yuan can let them eat a few meals occasionally, and win the favor of the leader, and from time to time he can think of some ideas to rescue them from the leader's hands like today, which deserves the word "Siqin".

"Why don't you get dressed!" Taking advantage of Dalintai to make tea, Lin Yuan couldn't help but complain, although he knew the reason, these people were beaten topless, and they would rather suffer with their own flesh and skin than have their clothes damaged.

"Hey, hey!" Meng Genhan laughed and withdrew.

"Let's try it!" Da Lintai handed Lin Yuan a bowl of tea, he didn't care about it, he "grunted" twice, and drank his bowl.

"Boss!" Lin Yuan took a sip of tea, "What happened to Meng Gen again?" ”

"Humph! Let him be milked, there are more than ten barrels every day, but today there are only eight barrels, should he be beaten? ”

Lin Yuan shook his head secretly, he guessed that most of them were still these things.

The ordinary herdsmen in the tribe do not have much private property, and in winter, they often do not have enough food, and if they want not to starve to death, in addition to working for the great herdsman, they have to make some ideas on the great herdsman.

For example, like today, more than ten barrels of milk were squeezed out, but it was said that there were only eight barrels of milk, and it was worth taking a beating for the sake of these two extra barrels of milk.

This kind of thing, in fact, everyone knows it in their hearts, and the leader naturally knows it, but the tribe has such a small population, he can't just kill people for such a thing, and this Meng Gen, although he is young, is also a bit of a famous warrior in the tribe, so he can only fight and relieve his anger.

However, sometimes the temperament is too high, and it is inevitable that people will be seriously injured, and at this time, people like Lin Yuan need to come out to persuade them, so that both sides have a step down.