The horses carrying wool were all good horses, and some of them were even extraordinary, and from time to time several of the horses in the horse team were shouting loudly to drive the horses.

"Good guys!" One of the elders praised, "This posture is only a little worse than ours." ”

"Go!" Fan Xuan's eyes rolled, "Inquire and inquire, where are these people coming from?" ”

At the moment, the circle is no longer slipping, and I will turn around and go home.

When Fan Xuan finished eating breakfast and drinking tea, the long ensuage he sent came back.

"I've asked, sir, what kind of people are from Zhuolu Trading Company, who bought the road from a sentry commander to bring in the pass, as for who the backer is, it's not clear for a while."

Fan Xuan listened with his eyes closed and didn't speak for a long time.

The elder became bolder, "Master, do you want to send a few people to follow and probe their heels?" ”

Fan Xuan's eyes opened suddenly, and the cold light flashed, forcing Na Chang Sui to lower his head, "Confused!" Do you know what it means for these people to do the business of horses and wool? It means that they have the big guys in the Ming army behind them! ”

"Don't you see those Mongolian people, and a few fishskin tartars? At a glance, you know that the skills are extraordinary, these bodyguards of our nursing home, who dares to say that they can hide from them? If someone finds out and has a bad relationship with the other party, can you afford this responsibility? Don't look at Fan Xuan's old appearance when he walked on the road, but his eyesight was not bad at all, with the few glances on the street just now, he not only saw a large number of Mongolian cavalry, but also saw a few fierce men dressed in animal skins.

Although those people are bareheaded, and the hairstyles are different from those of the Jurchens, their clothing and demeanor still make Fan Xuan, who has been in Liaodong for a long time, recognize them at a glance, they must be from the north of Dajin, and they can accept the people and the Jurchens as family members, and the background of this caravan is not ordinarily hard.

Chang Sui was resigned to these words and didn't dare to say anything more.

Fan Xuan closed his eyes again, put one hand on the handle of the chair, and tapped it lightly with his fingers, did this caravan make friends with it, or did it turn a blind eye and let it go?

"Master, master!" A small guy suddenly rushed into the door, "There's news, there's news!" ”

Fan Xuan opened his eyes angrily, why didn't he have any rules at all, he broke in without going through the etiquette, and when he saw the appearance of the little guy and the flying slave in his hand, his angry expression quickly turned into surprise.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Fan Xuan urged repeatedly, this little guy was specially explained by him, if there is any news of the eldest son, he can let him know as soon as possible without notification.

The little servant quickly removed a volume of secret letters from Fei Nu's feet and presented them, Fan Xuan read it silently after unfolding it, and lit it with a candle.

"Sir!" The little servant called softly.

"What?" Fan Xuan came back to his senses from his contemplation.

"It's almost over!"

"Oh!" Fan Xuan shook his hand and threw the ashes on the ground.

The secret letter did not bring him any good news, Fan Yongdou still did not see anyone, no corpse, no trace, but it can be confirmed that Fan Yongdou did appear in Pujie Erzhou, and it seems that there are still people who have seen him go to Yanjia Village, but Yanjia Village was followed by a fire, and hundreds of people in the whole village were not spared.

I wonder if Fan Yongdou will be caught in it?

No, no, I haven't seen the corpse, Dou'er will be fine! Fan Xuan comforted himself, but on the other hand, he had to face the reality, he needed more information to judge where Fan Yongdou was and what happened.

"You... Write a secret letter for me. Fan Xuan was too lazy to do anything, and directly ordered the little guy, this person is also a confidant, don't worry.

"Just say... Let them check, ten days before and after the water in Yanjia Village, where are Zhou Chengyun, as well as the two old guys from the Zhang family and the Wang family, and what are they doing? The more detailed, the better! ”

"Yes, sir, what else do you have to say?" The little guy asked.

"Well, check where Yongdou was last seen." This is very important, it is related to whether Fan Yongdou is still alive, the secret letter roughly said the situation of the fire in Yanjia Village, except for a few who jumped over the city wall and fell to their deaths, everyone else was burned beyond recognition, if Fan Yongdou was really in Yanjia Village at the time, then there was a misfortune in ten **, and the corpse would definitely not be found.

"Yes, sir." The little guy turned and left.

Fan Xuan rubbed his temples, it was really a headache, Jin Nan couldn't reach it, it seemed that Dou'er's whereabouts were difficult to find out for a while.

"Sir, sir." The retinue that followed him shouted.

"Huh?"

"That's... What are we going to do with that caravan? Chang Sui knew that Fan Xuan was in a very bad mood at this time, and asked cautiously.

"Oh!" Fan Xuan then remembered that there was still such a thing, he was really old and his memory was poor.

"That's it," Fan Xuan instructed, "Let's still make friends, but we can't lose our own price, I won't go, you find a few people, go to the treasury to pick a few passable gifts, visit their steward, express our goodwill, tell them, be smart, see more and talk less, try to probe the bottom of the other party, understand?" ”

"Master, I'll do it." After filming the sycophants, Chang Sui also went out.

......

"Childe, I caught a few fine works staring at us." Xue Ping came to Zhiwen's side and reported in a low voice.

It took them more than half a day's work, a team of 1,000 people and 2,000 horses to enter the pass, and the lunch was all dry food to gnaw while walking.

After entering the customs, Zhiwen did not let everyone stop in Zhangjiakou, but went straight through the upper and lower forts, and after a little regrouping, he beat the horse and ran east.

The nostalgia is even more timid, Zhiwen can't suppress his homesickness a little, and just wants to return to Zhuolu Mountain as soon as possible.

Moreover, the situation in Zhangjiakou is complicated, and among the Mongolian and Haidongqing clansmen, there are many unruly, and if they are not careful, they will cause some trouble.

At this time, it was already evening, Zhiwen and they finally found a flat place to rest, the inside of the pass is not like the outside of the plug, there is no endless prairie indulgence drive, you have to follow the official road in a regular manner, there are other pedestrians on the road, and you have to arrange for the Mongolian people to restrain those wild horses, and the speed of travel is greatly reduced compared with the grassland.

It is a place to rest at this moment, not far from Zhangjiakou.

"Stalking?" Zhiwen sat on the ground, raised his head in amazement when he heard the words, or was he being targeted? Who could it be?

With the distribution of Zhangjiakou's power, it is likely to be one of the eight major grain merchants.

"Who found out?" Zhiwen asked.

Hai Dongqing, who was next to Xue Ping, walked out triumphantly and stammered, "If you want to... Hide it, I... And my people... People, not so... Easy. ”

Zhiwen was relieved that Hai Dongqing and his clansmen's kung fu of tracking and counter-tracking, he had learned it in Daxinganling, and it was indeed extraordinary.

"Well done." Zhiwen praised, "Later, one person will award you a piece of tea." ”

Hai Dongqing's face bloomed with happiness, after following Zhiwen, it is not a problem to eat and drink enough, even the tea that they can't do without has not been broken, but the tea that everyone drinks together, and the tea rewarded by Zhiwen, it is a heaven and an underground, and now everyone is thinking about the tea of the Zhiwen Award.

"Where?" Zhiwen asked simply and clearly.

"At the money manager's place," Xue Ping snorted, "my eyes are rolling, and I still refuse to admit that I am a fine worker, saying that I am here to visit us, am I so easy to deceive?" ”

While speaking, the money steward also came, "Proprietor, what should Xue Ping do with the few people they captured?" ”

"Who the hell is it, do you know clearly?"

"According to their own words, it was someone from the Fan family in Zhangjiakou, who was ordered by their head of the family to pay a special visit and bring us gifts." The money steward replied, "I have now loosened the ties on them, and I am entertaining them for tea." ”

"Gifts? What gift? Zhiwen was a little curious.

"Uh," said the money steward, smiling, "they may have sent us some silk horses when they saw that we were carrying wool. ”

That's it, Zhiwen pouted, there were a lot of things in his system warehouse, "Xue Ping said that they are fine, what do you think?" ”

"Finesse? It's not that serious. Qian Steward said, "But they came to us, not only to make friends, but also to find out our bottom, just a few people didn't stop talking to me, just want to know our backer." ”

Zhiwen nodded, seeing such a large caravan, he sent someone to pull the relationship and cross-talk, but it was normal, but he was the backer... Don't say it, maybe you will be underestimated, but you will often run this line in the future, let's say, Zhiwen doesn't know any high-ranking officials, even the governor and chief soldier of Jinxi mentioned to him by Zhou Chengyun, he also forgot his name.

"Proprietor, look..."Seeing that Zhiwen didn't speak, Steward Qian couldn't help but remind.

Zhiwen gritted his teeth secretly, "Sun, you tell them that their surname is Sun, and there is no need to say anything else." ”

What's in his mind, he suddenly remembered, I don't know who mentioned it to him, after Yuan Chonghuan was imprisoned by Chongzhen, Sun Chengzong succeeded him as the governor of Jiliao, and he was also the prince or the young master or something, in short, it was very good, Amin was defeated by him, so Zhiwen was very impressed by this person.

It's him, Sun Chengzong, pull his tiger skin to make a banner, how long can he do it, Zhiwen doesn't believe it, can the Fan family find Sun Chengzong to confirm it in person?

"Surname Sun?" Fan Xuan listened to the report of his subordinates, smacked the tea leaves in his mouth, and the newly emerging military boss surnamed Sun counted them, and it seemed that there was only one in Liaodong, tsk, it was not as clear as water as he thought, but since it was the background of the superintendent, this face still had to be given.