The sky was cloudy and gloomy.

Fan Xuan sat in the tent, looking at the sky outside the door, and his mood was also gloomy.

Several days have passed, they can only stay here, waiting for news, but so far, whether it is Zhangjiakou or Liaodong, there is no news, this kind of waiting torment is the most difficult.

"Master, the sentry you sent out has made a new discovery." Outside the tent, there was a report from the servants.

"Huh?" Fan Xuan was in a trance for a while before he woke up from his trance, "Let him in." ”

Since the items were stolen, each of the eight families has sent their own guards to investigate the surroundings, not only familiar with the terrain, but also hoping to find some stolen spider silk and worms.

Soon, a man dressed as an ordinary herdsman walked into the camp and saluted Fan Xuan.

"Sir, behind us, there is a small tribe closest to here, and since the day before yesterday, a tribe has arrived almost every day to join them."

Fan Xuan sat up straight suddenly, what else did these Mongolian Tatars want to do? Could it be that he stayed here for too long and attracted the attention of these Tartars, who wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob?

"How many people are gathered there now?"

"Sir, no more than six hundred." The detective replied.

Fan Xuan was a little relieved, there were six hundred people, and there were more than a hundred soldiers at most, far from their opponents, and they couldn't make any waves.

"Keep an eye on it, it's better to find a way to sneak in and see what they're doing? If there is any new situation, report it to me in time. Fan Xuan commanded.

"Yes." The detective bowed and withdrew.

Two days later, new information revealed that there were still new small tribes arriving at the place where the tribe behind them was located, the largest of which were about a hundred people, and occasionally the tribes that could reach two hundred people, compared to those small tribes, they were already medium-sized tribes.

Fan Xuan couldn't sit still, if he continued like this, there would be more and more people on the other side, and he would be a little dangerous.

Fortunately, the people who had mixed in quickly reported to him what had happened inside, and when each tribe arrived, they all made a fire to roast sheep, ate meat and wine, sang and danced, and it seemed that the people had gathered together for the purpose of eating, drinking, and having fun.

Don't blame the scout for not detecting Zhiwen's dealings with these Mongol tribes.

These tribes did not arrive together, but arrived one after another, and the scale was not large, and the number of people was small, so the transaction volume could be completed in half a day to a day and a half, so there was no large-scale queue of people to trade.

And Lin Yuan and their tribe have been surrounded by other tribes, and they are in the middle position, although this scout horse disguised himself as a Mongol and mixed in, he did not go to the vicinity of Zhiwen and them, so he did not find that these tribes gathered here for trading.

After hearing this, Fan Xuan was a little glad at first, singing, dancing, eating, drinking and having fun, there should be no hostility.

Then he was furious, many of those Mongolian people couldn't even afford to wear pants, and the leaders and herdsmen were also rich people, and they usually killed a sheep with pain, when did they become so generous?

Where did they get so much money and food to eat and drink? If you don't ask, you can know that it must be the stolen goods that you got after stealing your own things.

What's even more infuriating is that he actually shared the spoils and celebrated under his nose, Fan Xuan's eyelids twitched.

Let you be arrogant for a while, Fan Xuan thought hatefully, after a few days of settling accounts, you won't be able to cry.

Then he rolled his eyes and smiled coldly, if the Great Khan of Huangtaiji really wanted to implement his own suggestion, then these Mongols could be regarded as sending them to the door by themselves.

"Master, there are flying slaves." A servant entered the camp tent and bowed down to report to Fan Xuan, who was thinking about it.

"Oh? So fast? Fan Xuan was a little surprised, it seemed that there was good news, he reached out and took a small volume of secret letters handed by the servant, and it took some weeks to open it.

"Well, that's good." Fan Xuan looked at it for a while, barely showing a smile on his face, and then ordered, "You arrange some people to invite the heads of other families to me, and say that there is something important to discuss." ”

"Yes, sir." The servant bowed and retreated.

After a while, the eight major grain merchants in northern Shanxi had gathered in the camp.

After some polite greetings, Fan Xuan said, "I think you already know that the first batch of materials re-raised is mainly food, and it should already be on the way at this time." ”

"Yes, I just learned about it, and Brother Fan came to invite."

"This time there is no room for mistakes, not only have there been more guards on the way here, but we also have to send people to meet them, what do you think?" Fan Xuan asked.

"Of course," someone said, "the Mongols gathered behind me always gave me a little chill." ”

"What Brother Tai said is that I don't worry about these Tartars either."

It seems that there is news of a large number of Mongols gathering behind them, and Fan Xuan is not the only one who knows about it.

Fan Xuan nodded, and was about to make arrangements, when another servant reported outside the camp tent, "Master, there are flying slaves again." ”

"Hand it in." Fan Xuan commanded.

After reading the secret letter sent in by the servants, Fan Xuan, who had been gloomy these days, finally had a bright smile on his face.

"Brother Fan, but do you have good news to share with us?" Someone couldn't bear it anymore and took the lead in asking questions.

"Exactly." Fan Xuan lit the secret candle, "The news from Liaodong, the Great Khan already knows about the theft of the escort items, but he doesn't blame it, just let us raise it as soon as possible and send it to Liaodong as soon as possible." ”

"That's good, that's good." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they all knew that their net worth and life were already tied to Dajin, and if Houjin turned his face, he didn't need to use swords on them, as long as he cut off contact with them, his eight families would be waiting to be torn apart by all kinds of people.

"Brother Fan, is there a time limit for the Great Khan?" This is also the key, if the time is too tight, it is also a fatal thing.

"Not really." Fan Xuan was a little complacent, and stroked his beard under his chin with his hand.

"It seems that the Great Khan's trip to Gyeonggi this time has gained a lot of money, and the grain must have been somewhat settled, so he treats me so leniently." Everyone said happily.

"Having said that, I can't afford to wait, and I need to raise it as soon as possible to be worthy of the Great Khan." After Fan Xuan finished speaking, he also arched his hand towards the northeast.

"What Brother Fan said is that we should keep it in mind."

"There is one more thing, and I am not afraid to tell everyone, I am expected to be rewarded for the hatred of being harmed by the Mongolian Tatars this time." Fan Xuan waited for everyone to quiet down, and then said.

"Does the Great Khan want to make the Tartars return the goods for us?" Someone asked.

"Brother Wang, you're thinking too much." Fan Xuan smiled, this person is the one who has suffered the heaviest loss this time, and he has the most difficulty in raising materials again, so he is so unscrupulous.

"Brother Wencheng sent a message, the Great Khan has decided to implement the policy of 'reducing Ding' against Mongolia, half a month later, Dolgon Belle will lead the white flag army and horses here, we need to follow the arrangement, help Belle Ye, and prepare military rations in advance for the army to consume, gentlemen, don't slack off."

"What? Dolgonberg himself here? Everyone was both happy and surprised, looking at Fan Xuan's gaze was a little complicated, shocked with trepidation, but also with a hint of happiness.

What was shocked and frightened was that Fan Xuan was able to influence Houjin's decision-making through Fan Wencheng.

Fortunately, Fan Xuan was a person with them, not an opponent, and at the same time, the Mongols suffered heavy losses to them this time, and they were naturally happy to hear a lesson.

"Exactly." Fan Xuan stroked his beard and was very complacent, "This is the information I got in advance, and in a few days, there should be a Dajin messenger to deliver the message." ”

He didn't expect his letter to have such a big effect, which can be regarded as influencing Dakin's decision-making through Fan Wencheng.

What they don't know is that Fan Wencheng's influence on Houjin is not as great as they imagined, and what really moved Huang Taiji was the four words "Wanyan Jinguo" in Fan Wencheng's words.

"Okay," Fan Xuan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Don't waste time, you guys go back now, each family will send a hundred people, all of them will gather here with me, and set off immediately." ”

Several people said goodbye one after another and hurried back, not daring to slack off at all.

The imminent arrival of Dorgon and his horses with the White Flag, and the timely and safe delivery of food has become their top priority these days.