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Three or four hundred meters in front of the city gate, a circle was formed with tree branches. It is similar to the rural market in the mountains of later generations.

Like the rural market, the market is also a buyer's market. However, the large rural market is the people who set up the stalls shouting vigorously, and the farmers who rush to the market to buy goods pick and choose. In the market, however, there are a queue of sellers, waiting in front of the store for an estimate. Watching the scene is more like paying rent to the landlord's house.

The branch fence is just over half a person high, and Yu Gen is a head taller than ordinary people, so he can see clearly from a distance.

There are about a dozen merchants who receive the goods, and the warehouses are very scene.

Needless to say, the people who can open a store in the field are from extraordinary backgrounds. The shopkeeper of the inspection and valuation is also very rich, and his face is full of black oil.

After the shopkeeper inspected the goods, he stretched out a few fingers without hesitation. The owner nodded and took the chips, and went to the other window to line up in exchange for a small bag of salt, a plowshare, or an axe.

Merchants who are qualified to enter the market will receive and sell all goods. Anyway, the indigenous barbarians who came to trade in the field basically brought all kinds of prey. The demand is nothing more than a few kinds of daily necessities.

Groups of Liao soldiers maintained order in the field, but more often than not, they took out something from the goods waiting for the appraisal and put them on their shoulders in a big way. Most of the indigenous barbarians who lost their goods dared not speak out. Not even daring to be angry.

The Liao soldiers are still small-headed. The big head is before entering the field. Several officials who looked like tax collectors, with a team of Liao soldiers, collected taxes at the entrance of the field. The criterion for taxation is simple – this is a pile of taxes......

How big is it? Yu Gen looked at the past, basically about thirty percent. For example, if there are three plows, one should be left. Looking at Hakata's expression, this may be the norm - beating the Jurchen! It is the same as fighting tigers and fishing.

Yes, they are not angry. Even if you take a whole bear skin, you end up with a two-pound cast iron plowshare. Or is it the rule for decades that the indigenous barbarians have approved of the price?

It's understandable. The indigenous barbarians are not really price-conscious. Bearskins don't cost anything, except for a few deaths. Ploughshares or axes, however, are quite useful and can even be passed on to future generations.

Those who come here to sell goods may be the collective behavior of small tribal villages, twenty or thirty people are counted as a group, and the prey is carried by horses.

When he set out from the hideout, Hakata divided the more than 100 members into four groups, as if four small tribes had come together. Anyway, the Khitans can't tell the difference, and they don't care where these barbarians come from. As long as you have the goods, just pay the tax.

"This is the field...... "Wo Xuan felt very disappointed, there was really nothing to see.

Yu Gen also felt that it was not interesting, so he followed the flow of people to Ningjiang Prefecture. Wendy, of course, is not far behind. Wushu and Su Duli and a group of small shamans also followed, divided into two columns side by side, walking in a very regular manner.

Ruku dressed as a butler and led five team members to escort Abukaheh and his party. This is a military state and border people, with waist knives for self-defense, and it is not eye-catching.

He did not reconcile with a squadron leader from Pennuli, led more than a dozen team members, scattered in twos and threes, and dropped out far away.

Ningjiang Prefecture also disappointed. It is said that it is a military town, and it can have half a square kilometer? It doesn't feel as big as Koshiriji. Da Liao is really a little confused.

The walls are made of rammed earth, almost two people high, and the surface is mostly damaged. According to Hakata, this city was built in the period of Liao Daozong, and it has been more than 50 years, and it seems that it has not been repaired since it was built. On the city wall, there are people who can run horses, but it cannot be said that they are completely defenseless.

The gate was wide enough to accommodate four horses in parallel. The wooden gate is covered with a few iron sheets, which looks quite sturdy.

A team of Liao soldiers carrying spears were searching for passers-by, and they were also used to living a peaceful life, not like they could fight. The big belly of the leader of the Liao soldiers protruded, the armor was worn more casually, and the flesh on his face was very thick. It seems that the city gate officer is a fat shortage.

Lu Ku led a member of the Tieli Clan, who was accustomed to running with Hakata, and stuffed an ingot to the city gate official without a trace. The city gate officer waved his hand and let them go.

Yu Gen and his entourage, mainly a dozen or so little dolls, all had clean heads and faces, dressed in strange-looking uniform clothes, and looked very promising. The hair is very short, isn't it a monk passing by? Buddhism prevailed in Daliao, Emperor Tianzuo built a pagoda, and the scholars and people were in awe.

Of course, the city gate officials didn't bother to pursue so much.

The field is originally a thoroughfare, connecting the hinterland of Daliao and the northeast border. The city gate officials have long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of people, etc.—how can he who gives money be a bad person?

Those who followed Yu Gen into the city were like bad people. A dozen or so strong men were all leading their horses, and they even had bows and arrows hanging on their backs. The leader was a serious-looking old man. Next to the old man was a stout young man.

Seeing that the old man was stopped by the Liao soldiers very impolitely, the young man was furious. was about to go crazy, but was "hummed" by the old man. A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar in the back hurriedly stepped forward and stuffed an ingots into the city gate official. Only then did the old man and his entourage become good people......

The city is really prosperous, and there are even two-story small buildings. The main street is as far as the eye can see, and there is a city gate on the opposite side, which is closed at this time. The main street is lined with side streets. The trail is also quite spacious, and it seems to be suitable for the assembly of troops, and it is indeed a military state.

There are all kinds of industries, and this is still a service-oriented city. In addition to serving the Liao soldiers, it also recruited past merchants, and there were all kinds of wine shops and inns. Of course, there is also a red and green hook railing, and the depraved woman who welcomes guests at the door is very sturdy.

Wo Xuan was very curious about this, not to mention Wushu and Su Duli. Without waiting for these little guys who had never seen the world to ask, Yu Gen pulled Wo Xuan to speed up his pace.

Yu Gen felt that the prosperity was, of course, compared with Bunnuri and even Yueliji, it really had some breath of human civilization, although it was slightly worse than the towns and villages of later generations. At least the township has no walls.

Wo Chun and Su Duli and others feel even more prosperous, and even white dumplings are sold, and there is actually meat filling in the dumplings!

Yu Gen has no interest in steamed buns, Xu has watched "Water Margin" a little bit recently.

But it was almost noon, and my stomach was really a little hungry. It happened that there was a magnificent restaurant next to it, and the shopkeeper greeted him from afar, complimenting him enthusiastically. Yu Gen is a treasure and solemn, and he is also clean and tidy from the person, and at first glance he is either rich or expensive.

The hall on the first floor is almost full, and it seems that business is not bad. The shopkeeper bowed his head and pointed to the stairs and greeted loudly. Although Yu Gen didn't understand, he thought it was like "guest upstairs, please" or something like that.

Yu Gen walked up the wooden ladder upstairs. The second floor is also a lobby, and there are no private rooms. However, there are fewer square tables and it is quieter. Yu Gen came to the window, and after the shopkeeper wiped it with his sleeve, he sat down.

Su Duli and the others were small, but there were quite a lot of people, and the group occupied the four tables in front of the window. The Tieli team member knew the Khitan language, and after consulting Abukaheh, he took the initiative and ordered the meal. The shopkeeper shouted, urging the vegetables to go. Listening to the shouts, you can know that these tables are generous, and they have to work hard to serve.

It didn't take long for a few small shops to deliver food like a stream. It is mostly stewed meat, but there are also some pickled vegetables. Probably there is still no wok, and green vegetables are even more difficult to obtain. Yu Gen took a few bites, the taste was a little salty, but the level was much stronger than the cook in the mansion of the chief of Yueriji.

Yu Gen is actually not too picky about eating and drinking, and the steamed cakes are very fluffy. Wo Xuan and the others ate even more happily, after all, they were tired of eating barbecue after seven consecutive days of marching. I've never been to a restaurant before, and Yue Riji's small wine shop doesn't count.

When eating, Abukaheh never talked about any rules, and Wushu and Suduli and others also made trouble while eating.

It didn't take long for the old man and his party to go up to the second floor and sit at three tables separately. At the main table were the old and the young, and the middle-aged scholar.

Yu Gen didn't know whether the old man came with him, or if he met again by chance, and the road was facing the sky! I vaguely felt that there was a looming majesty of the superior in this old man. Yu Gen nodded at the old man and said hello, even if he is out of the house, he will make money with kindness. The old man also nodded in response.

"Master, the ancestor would like you to move around, I don't know if it's convenient?"

Yu Gen was eating, but he saw the young man coming over and respectfully saluting and inviting him, still speaking Chinese? Maybe I heard Wo Xuan and they spoke Chinese.

"Hehe, it's better to meet by chance!" Yu Gen didn't hold it either, got up and walked over to the old man's table.

Wendy had been sitting beside Hugen, eating on the floor. But before Wendy could get up and follow, Yu Gen pressed her on the shoulder. Wendy sat still. This second-floor lobby is basically unobstructed, and there should be no danger.

Wo Xuan, who was sitting on the other side of Yu Gen, followed. There is also a plate of small pickles in his hand, this is the most delicious, and it can't be cheap for Wushu and others.

The old man owes a debt, which can be regarded as a welcome. The young man poured a bowl of wine for Yu Gen, and Yu Gen took the bowl to the old man, "The old man is invited!" ”

Yu Gen's four tables ordered a lot of dishes, but there was no wine. The young man poured wine for Yu Gen, but in fact, it was just a polite gesture. The old man saw Yu Gen toasting, and drank it all, somewhat surprised. The old man just took a sip just now, but at this time, he was actually aroused, and he drank it all.

"When we meet, peace of mind is our hometown. I don't know what the old man called to come over, what did he command? Yu Gen asked with a smile.

After a bowl of wine, I grabbed some initiative and came back. Yu Gen has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his taste for the wine game could not be more profound. The old man was surprised again, and his attitude was more kind, even respectful?

"When we meet, the master is not restrained by wine and meat. I heard the dolls talking, but it was a Song accent, which was different from the Liaodi Han'er. Could it be the place where the master is at ease, is it the Great Song Dynasty? The old man also smiled in response. The language habit is majestic, and it brings out some interrogation to some extent.

"Wandering the world, my body is like duckweed. A certain ancestor is indeed a Han Chinese, but he has never set foot in the Central Plains, and it has been a thousand years so far. Yu Gen told the truth. My brother came over a thousand years later, and I didn't find the possibility of going back, which is a pity.

It's always unbelievable to tell the truth - tell me to wait, my brother is a god!

The old man was really stunned again, and since the founding of the Great Liao, it has only been two hundred years. The lama's tone was regretful, and his heart longed for it, but it didn't seem to be a hypocrisy.

The old man is quick-witted, and he is well-read and memorized, and he quickly completed his brain supplement.

"Could it be that the master is a noble descendant of the Fuyu Kingdom?"