"Translation? Yes, there is. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" The Khitan post station with three braids on his head immediately smiled when he saw such a large number of horse teams.

"This local Han and Khitan people live together, and there are not a few Khitans who can speak the Central Plains language, so you can rest assured."

"Nope." A horse man at the head stopped in front of the Khitan Xiaoqi, "I want a Han translator." ”

"Han Chinese translator?" The Khitan little man frowned, and there was a touch of doubt on his rough face, "I don't know why I made this request?" ”

"I won't hide it from you, our horses are all going to be sold to those Central Plains people who have some spare money, and only by exchanging the horses back for silver money can this disaster be over."

The Khitan man who rode the horse said helplessly, "Those Han people are hostile when they see the Khitans, and they have been scared away before they get closer. ”

"Is that so?" The Khitan little man frowned, "We still have a few Han people living in the Khitan here, I don't know if any of them are willing to go with you." ”

The three Khitan horse sellers dismounted one after another and sat aside to eat tea.

I saw that only half a meter away, a handsome young man walked over, dressed in a dark black mink fur, without any miscellaneous hair, the mink fur was shiny, and the young man with a tall figure looked like he was also very proud.

This man doesn't look ordinary!

The young man seemed to be followed by a fat servant, a little silly, but I don't know why the young man didn't let the fat servant carry all his luggage.

It's good to treat this fat servant.

On a cold day, what you need most is a glass of warm milk wine.

Zhao Pu passed by the three Khitan horse sellers without squinting, and raised his hand to the Khitan boy at the post station and said, "A pot of milk wine, scald for a long time." ”

It was originally an extremely ordinary Khitan dialect, but at this time, it was said so easily from the mouth of a young Han man, and the three Khitan horse sellers seemed a little surprised.

One of the Khitan men wearing variegated mink furs just wanted to step forward, but was stopped by a middle-aged Han man.

The middle-aged Han man opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and hurriedly smiled and said in Khitan language, "Guys, are you looking for a translator?" The youngest is the best translator in the area, I wonder what work you have on your hands? ”

Narrowing his gaze, the man in the variegated ermine fur covered the pheasant feather felt hat that was crooked by the wind, looked at the face of the yellow-toothed man, and unconsciously felt a little more displeased.

This man looks too treacherous.

"We have a lot of horse breeds here, and it is difficult for the Central Plains people to translate, I don't know how you can introduce it?"

The yellow teeth were squeezed, the thief smiled sheepishly, and although he was fluent in Khitan language, he lost a bit of authenticity in the end.

"Isn't that easy? When the time comes, we'll fool them, and I promise you'll be able to sell the best horses in this place for the best horses!! ”

"Hmph." The three Khitans turned around one after another, seemingly disdainful of this.

Yellow Fang hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "Don't, don't go, I said!" ”

Standing hurriedly in front of a horse with a supple mane, Yellow Fang hurriedly turned around and said, "This horse...... Too small and cheap. ”

Standing in front of a very tall looking horse, he said, "This horse is very big and valuable!" ”

Hearing this judgment, the three Khitans shook their heads helplessly almost at the same time.

"I think, let's go."

As soon as the milk wine cup that came up was drunk, Zhao Pu stood up unhurriedly.

"It's all wrong."

A pure Khitan dialect came into the ears of the three Khitans, and if it weren't for the fact that when they looked up and saw a Han youth who was much whiter than the Khitans, they would almost never believe that such a pure Khitan dialect came from the mouth of a Han person.

"Oh?" Huangya saw that someone was coming to stir up the situation, and hurriedly became angry, "Then you should talk about it." ”

Steady in shape, Zhao Pu stepped forward, as if reminiscing about the warm and mellow aroma of milk wine, and said slowly, "This horse is a foal, although it is short, but looking at the horse's hair like silk, you can know that this horse has pure blood. ”

Looking at the tall horse on the other side, Zhao Pu seemed to shake his head calmly, "This horse is not good, first of all, the back is not straight, the body shape is not right, if you don't guess wrong, this horse must be raised by your own family and wasted hay, so it will be sold for sale, right?" ”

"Not bad." Variegated Ermine Qiu walked up to Zhao Pu and said with a surprised look, "Little brother, I see that you are young and a Han man, how do you know what is going on with this horse?" ”

"Without him, I have been mixed in the Khitan soldiers and horses for a long time, so I naturally understand a little."

Although he was modest, Zhao Pu was ready to sell horses early on, for this moment.

The day before the resignation, the hay was frosted and the forage was halved, and if I didn't guess wrong, there must have been a lot of Khitans who came to sell horses at this time.

After all, cattle and sheep can eat, but horse meat is acid reflux.

It's better to keep the wasted food than to make a living.

This is the creed of many Khitans at present.

The Khitan horseseller with variegated sable fur, looking at Zhao Pu, only felt that this pure black sable fur looked like a young Central Plains man with quite an aura.

He turned his head to look at the two brothers, as if they were discussing.

The remaining two Khitans also acquiesced.

seemed to smile confidently, but Zhao Pu added a bargaining chip and said, "I'll go with you, but I also have to have my brother follow." ”

Turning around and beckoning, the fat man, who was guarding half a pot of warm milk wine, hurriedly ran towards Zhao Pu.

"This ......"

The three Khitans were a little embarrassed, looked at the yellow-toothed Han people, then at Zhao Pu and the fat man, and had to grit their teeth and nod, "Okay, bring it." ”

The fat man looked at Zhao Pu with a little excitement.

Following the three Khitans, Zhao Pu and the fat man turned over and got on the horse.

Zhao Pu is quite light, and the horses that sit down are not tired.

The horse under the fat man's ass is bitter.

After walking a few steps, he began to gasp for breath and seemed to run slower than others.

chuckling at the fat man's silly appearance, Zhao Pu couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Turning to face the front, the most important thing in this team of horse sellers is to ensure their own safety.

Although Xiao Yuankang has not moved in the past six months, the deeper the contact with the family, the more alert Zhao Pu becomes.

Even in Chimei's mouth, Xiao Yuankang has always been extremely resentful, not to mention that in the past half a year, even half a lifetime, this hatred is still an enmity.

Sure enough, although he walked safely for two days, as soon as he arrived at the border between Khitan and the Central Plains, Zhao Pu was deeply vigilant.

What I am afraid of is that it is easy to dodge open guns and difficult to defend against dark arrows.

But things are often the more fearful you are, the more you come.

At night, when Zhao Pu looked up, he saw a figure hurriedly coming in.