A dirt road winds from southwest to northeast, the snow has melted on both sides of the road, the grass is beginning to peek, and a large herd of horses is quietly gnawing on young leaves with their heads down.

There was a fire burning on the side of the road, and it was Zhiwen and his party who were sitting around the fire.

Zhiwen and the others had already changed their attire, wearing short robes and riding boots common in the Mongolian steppe, wearing felt hats, wheat-colored skin, and cracks on their faces blown by the cold wind, a standard herdsman's dress.

The three of them, with many pigtails exposed outside their hats, add a little exotic style, which is especially cute.

Xue Ping and the three of them also changed their clothes, it turned out that what they were wearing, the clothes of the Han, Mongolian, and Jurchen tribes were mixed, nondescript, and dirty and greasy, with their fierce appearance, they knew that they were horse thieves at a glance.

Everyone's hairstyles are not the same, Bagen, Menggen and other four, according to the tradition of Dalintai, are all bald, but they haven't shaved for a while, and the black stubble has come out.

Hai Dongqing originally left a money rat tail according to Jurchen customs, but after Ye Hebu was destroyed, when he was in exile in the steppe, he shaved his head early.

Zhiwen, Xue Ping and Tao Yong untied their buns and tied a ponytail loosely at the back of their heads, a picture of literary youth.

Zhiwen originally wanted to shave his bald head, this long hair is too troublesome to take care of, but this era pays attention to "body hair and skin, parents who receive it, dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety", this bald head is nothing outside the plug, but when he arrives in the mainland, he will be a heretic, unless he becomes a monk.

At this time, they were already full of food and drink, and they were chatting.

"It's already at the boundary of Liaodong, Bagen, take care of your little bit of temperament, don't make trouble, do you hear?" Zhiwen warned.

"Listen to you." Bagen agreed very quickly, "It's just Zheng Gongzi, didn't you say that you would take me to find trouble with the Jinren, why haven't you moved at all until now?" ”

"So far, the Jin people we have seen are all living in the bunker, are you looking for trouble with them, do you want us to be wanted and killed by the entire Jin Kingdom?" Zhiwen asked rhetorically.

The reason why they can be sure that this is Liaodong is because the dwelling they saw has changed from a yurt to a house gathered together, which the locals call a dunbao, which is actually the original Liaodong Han village that was forcibly occupied by the Jin people.

The people you can meet have also changed from Mongolian herdsmen with different hairstyles to Jurchens with money rat tails.

Knowing that he was in a bit of a hurry, Bagan smiled wryly and said no more.

"Xue Ping, the people you meet in the future will be dealt with by the three of you." Zhiwen then explained that these three people speak Mongolian and Jurchen very well, so it is better for them to come forward, although it is okay to speak Mongolian in Liaodong, but can you expect Bagen and Menggen to communicate well with the Jin people.

As for Zhiwen, they can roughly understand Mongolian now, and there is no problem with simple communication, but the tone is not so standard, for the sake of safety, it is better to do more and talk less.

"Yes, Childe." Xue Ping received the order.

"By the way, if someone asks us where we are, you can say it's from Horqin." In Zhiwen's impression, the relationship between the Horqin Department and Houjin is extremely close, and Kangxi's grandmother, the Queen Mother, who is very famous in later generations, seems to be born in Horqin, so it is good to use it as a cover.

"By the way, you know who there are in Horqin, you know?" Zhiwen asked, you have to do your homework in advance, otherwise you will be exposed when you are cross-examined.

"I remember that they had a leader named Oba, who was named Tushetu Khan by the old slave Nurhachi, and the others are unknown." Xue Ping replied, "I wonder if a few little brothers still know anyone else?" ”

Bagan and the two attendants looked dazed, apparently unaware.

However, Meng Gen often follows Lin Yuan, and seems to have some understanding, "I heard Siqin say that there seem to be a few people who have been named Taiji and Beizi, but I can't remember the names." ”

"Okay, then let's bite ourselves to death as Oba's subordinates, and the others don't know any." It is reasonable for ordinary herdsmen to only know the big people who take care of themselves.

As he spoke, the ground began to tremble slightly, and several people were still sitting on the ground, especially obviously.

Immediately afterwards, the southwest direction was full of smoke and dust, and after a sunny day, the ground was already dry, and it was time to be covered in dirt on a sunny day.

Two bannermen dressed in blue appeared from the flying dust, and galloped towards them, faintly excited words.

Xue Ping explained in a low voice in Zhiwen, "They seem to be very interested in our horses. ”

Bagen's expression moved, these were two real Jiannu cavalry, and he instinctively wanted to find trouble with these two.

Zhiwen's eyes were quick, and Bagen raised his eyebrows, so he put his hands on his shoulders.

Bagen kicked the ground with his two feet, trying to stand up, but he didn't move, only to find that the two hands on his shoulders pressed him to death, and when he turned his head to see that it was Zhiwen, he was shocked and a little dissatisfied at the same time.

"Zheng Gongzi, you promised us to make trouble with the Jin people, can't you take these two people?"

After that, he was still a little unconvinced, and he struggled to stand up with all his strength, but it was still to no avail, so he could only give up.

Now he understands that among Zhiwen's people, there is no one who is a weak chicken, and it is estimated that all of them can abuse him.

"Don't make trouble," Zhiwen scolded in a low voice, "Look more carefully, such a big dust, is it a movement that the two of them can make?" ”

Xue Ping explained beside him, "Bagen, don't be carried away by hatred, there will be a large army behind them, and you will naturally see it if you experience more battles in the future." ”

"Who are you?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Where are you going?"

At this time, the two horsemen had already arrived in front of them, and they asked them three philosophical ultimate questions in Mongolian language.

"This... Zhang Jing. According to the previous arrangement, Xue Ping stood up, bowed according to the Mongolian custom, and then said:

"We are all subordinates of Horqin, and we have no other intention to come to Liaodong, but we just want to exchange some money and grain for good horses to go back, and ask Zhang Jing to make it convenient."

"Korqin's? Come sell horses? One of them asked.

Unexpectedly, the two bannermen did not interrogate them in detail, perhaps Zhiwen and the others were dressed very authentically, or they were confident in the honey of Houjin's strength, and felt that no one dared to come to Liaodong's territory to do things, but instead focused on these hundreds of horses, "Yes, your horses are indeed good." ”

After speaking, he simply rode into the herd, and each picked a horse, and while carefully checking the coat color and the horse's mouth, he sighed and admired, with a very satisfied look.

Zhiwen and the others looked at each other, and a bad feeling rose in their hearts.