"That's the way it is, this time because I met Jiannu and entered the Kou, not only did I run away in vain, but I also trapped Uncle Liu."

Zhiwen returned to the cottage, slept for a day and a night before relieving himself, and after eating a meal that I don't know if it was considered breakfast or lunch, he began to tell everyone about the experience of nearly ten days.

In general, everyone learned some of the details from Kewang, and some of the details - such as the old acquaintance of Hexi among the refugees - were heard for the first time.

"Brother Liu, it's very likely that Uncle Liu is not dead yet." After saying the whole thing, Zhiwen suddenly said again.

Liu Cai raised his head suddenly, staring at Zhiwen with a glittering gaze.

Regarding Liu Laohan, Liu Cai and Kewang, who came back in advance to report the news, one didn't want to say it, and the other didn't know how to say it, everyone guessed that they were afraid that they were in trouble, but when they heard Zhiwen say this, it seemed that there was still hope of survival.

"At that time, I was at the end, and I saw the slave head swinging a knife and slashing at Uncle Liu, but Uncle Liu pounced and did not hit it, and then they even fell to the ground with people and horses, and there was some confusion, but at least I didn't see the blood."

Since returning to the cottage, Liu Cai's face has been gloomy and terrifying, and simple relief can't relieve him, Zhiwen is afraid that he will die of depression before he completes the task of inheriting the lineage assigned by Liu Laohan.

In order to comfort people, Zhiwen deliberately said this, as long as he didn't see Liu Laohan's body with his own eyes, it was a thought, and he finally had some hope.

By the way, there is another point, maybe it can make Liu Cai more confident, thinking of this, Zhiwen continued, "Brother Liu, you have also heard Zhou Gongzi say that Jiannu entered the Kou this time, one is to rob property, and the other is to kidnap Dingkou so that they can work and farm." ”

"Really?" Liu Cai finally spoke, saying his first words since returning to the mountain.

"Seriously! Brother Liu, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

"Later, you also saw in the mountains that Jiannu does not kill people easily, but more for deterrence." Zhiwen knew the double meaning of Liu Cai's simple words, and then said, "Uncle Liu's body and bones are okay, and he is not bad at doing farm work, so maybe Jiannu is reluctant to start?" ”

Zhiwen's words based all the hopes of Liu Laohan's survival on Jiannu's thoughts, but it is not unreasonable.

As an out-and-out armed robbery group, the Jianzhou Jurchens will only destroy, not produce, since the previous slave leader Nurhachi slaughtered the Han people in Liaodong in a frenzy, the entire land of Liaodong has withered.

In later generations, it was called "Beidacang", where things could grow by sprinkling a little seed, and the population of Jiannu was not only not self-sufficient, but also needed to be smuggled in large quantities from the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

After the death of the old slave, Huang Taiji ascended the throne, changed some perverse measures, and began to pay attention to agriculture, but they used swords and arrows to do it, and they could not dig the land to grow crops, so they had to rely on the Han people.

This is the first time Huang Taiji entered the Kou Pass, in addition to looting property, capturing people in order to open up wasteland for farming, it is also the top priority.

An old farmer like Liu Laohan, who looks like an experienced farmer, may not be willing to kill a leader who has some insight into the construction of slaves, anyway, they didn't suffer anything.

After listening to Zhiwen, Liu Cai seemed to have grabbed a piece of wood as if he was about to drown, and his eyes gradually became angry, Zhiwen knew that his words worked.

"Brother Zhi, isn't that the sweater business unsuccessful for a while?" Song Xiance asked with a frown.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it until Jiannu retreats." Zhiwen sighed.

Before he went to Jingshi, he didn't know that he would encounter such an unlucky thing, and with his poor historical common sense, he didn't know when Jiannu would retreat.

Thinking of this, Zhiwen asked, "Ma Er, is there any way to find out the news of Jingshi?" ”

Everyone looked at Ma Er with a blank eye, after all, it was a matter of the livelihood of the 1,500 people left after the long journey, while it was still winter, Jiannu would be able to sell one more day if he retreated a day earlier, and if he waited until the weather was hot, this sweater would not be easy to sell.

"Forget it, the soldiers are in danger." Zhiwen saw Ma Er's chattering and wanting to speak, thinking that he was afraid of facing Jiannu directly, after all, he had escaped from nine deaths and a lifetime, and it was difficult for the strong man to ask them to go to Beijing to inquire about the news.

"If I want to find a few brothers from the mountains, preferably the ones who are familiar with the road, I can take people to hang behind the tartars and get some news." Ma Er said in a low voice.

Zhiwen, who had no hope, was overjoyed when he heard this, as long as he could do this, it would actually be enough.

"That's okay, Ma Er, you can find the manpower, well, there will be more rewards this time, tell everyone, don't follow too closely, as long as you know where Jiannu is and whether you have retreated."

Ma Er opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, and finally endured it again.

"Alas!" Song Xiance sighed, "It seems that this grain must be planted in the spring." "Originally, he didn't think about growing grain in the mountains, the conditions were poor, the yield was low, and he didn't think it was cost-effective.

But since the sweater can't be sold for a while, then this land has to be planted, Song Xiance doesn't know how much grain Zhiwen has, but it's always not okay to sit and eat empty, and also, you can't let those who have become Zhuolushan mountain people from refugees be idle, you can't support them in vain, besides, there are many people who are idle.

"The land has to be planted, and the sweater has to be woven, if the Jiannu leaves, it can be sold, but our goods can't keep up, and it will be a big loss." As Zhiwen spoke, he took out a sweet potato and potato from his arms,

"This thing is said to be very productive, and it doesn't pick the land, but unfortunately no one knows how to grow it, so I wanted to go to Jingshi to find someone to ask for advice."

After Zhiwen finished speaking, he handed the sweet potatoes and potatoes to Li Zhi, "Old Li, please go find a few crops to try and see if you can grow them." ”

In terms of familiarity with personnel, it must be Li Zhi, Zhiwen is a little skeptical, whether he has found a real expert last time.

"Little Brother Zheng, is Little Brother Zheng here? My son-in-law is here to visit! While everyone was talking, the voice of Sicha sounded outside the courtyard.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Sicha, here, please come in." Zhiwen responded loudly, then turned his head and asked Dr. Sun:

"Uncle Sun, why did Brother Zhou's injury heal so quickly? I've just woken up and he's ready to go to the ground? ”

Doctor Sun snorted lightly, "You call me the word 'miracle doctor' for nothing?" He explained, "Although his arrow wound was deep, it did not hurt the bone, and the arrow was not smeared with poison or dirt, otherwise he would have felt better." ”

Zhiwen listened, his back was tight, and his hair stood on end, and then he remembered that it seemed that the people in the southwest liked to smear poison on arrow wounds, while in the north, due to the lack of plant variety, they mostly smeared feces on arrows to enhance their lethality.

Fortunately, I don't know if the Jiannu is conceited and disdainful of archery, or if it takes too long to enter the customs, the original poisoned arrows have been used up, and the new ones have not had time to prepare.