As fast as you can to reach the nearest manor on the right, there are many houses in it, but the smell is gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

All but one house was pitch black, oblivious to the noise of the warring sides a mile away. And these people are not pretending to sleep, after all, the fluctuations of the body are different if you are not asleep.

After secretly observing with his divine sense for a long time, Zhao Yuncai was like a night owl, landing on the roof of the house that was still lit.

He removed the two tiles without making the slightest sound. With his current kung fu, even a first-class martial artist can't feel the slightest breath, even if he floats past them, he thinks it's an illusion.

The room was large, about four feet square, but there was only one person in his thirties who was busy in it.

In front of him there were thirty-two grains of rice of different shapes, and he was holding a string of bamboo slips in his hand, and the table was also full of bamboo slips of different sizes and shapes.

Judging from the color, it is quite old, and it has been many years.

"Is it true that there is no way?" He muttered to himself: "Since the Zhao family has found so many species, I just want to increase the yield on the existing basis, can't I achieve it?" ”

Hearing his words, Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned, why did he still get involved with his own family?

As he spoke, the man picked left and right, found a bundle of wooden tablets, and looked at it carefully.

This person has kung fu in his body, only the appearance of a third-rate martial artist, and he is also full of poetry and books, and his face is full of bookish air, and the breath at first is definitely not from him.

When he reached the Grandmaster realm, Zhao Yun was confident that his divine sense would not deceive him, so he simply put the tiles back in place and sat up.

The spirit is divided into three, the right to breathe rests, and also pays attention to the surrounding environment, but also pays attention to the battle situation of the vanguard battalion.

The Zhao family itself is good at night fighting, even if his subordinates are recruits who have been trained for a few days, this resistance battle has also played at the level it should be. The front and rear were encircled, and basically few barbarians escaped.

These people are local snakes, the terrain is familiar, and if they escape, they will escape, and Zhao Yun will not be idle to catch them.

Of course, their generals can't get out of it no matter what, and everyone's eyes are on it.

He had never worked in the fields in his previous life, and in this life he was just talking to his own tenant farmer when he was a child and talking about things he knew, and Zhao Yun was really not familiar with the countryside in Lingnan.

Unexpectedly, the front and back of the manor are paddy fields that have just been planted for a period of time, and it seems that the seedlings are jointing, and there will be no three crops of rice in this era.

The climate of South Vietnam is just a mountain, a big mountain, the vertical distance is about more than 100 zhang, and each side of the stone road is four or five miles away.

This side of the mountain is completely different from the other, and at night, the dew is very heavy, and the air seems to be filled with thin rain.

In fact, it is definitely not rain, and the precipitation in Lingnan in this era is estimated to easily reach the place with the most precipitation on the earth in the previous life.

At night, it was better than rain if it was not raining, and the soldiers on patrol were divided into two shifts, and the clothes of each squad were wet.

To Zhao Yun's surprise, the mist seemed to have the effect of blocking his divine sense.

When he was in Luoyang, if he was unscrupulous, he could easily sense the entire city, even within four or five miles of the suburbs.

Naturally, the farther away, the worse the effect, and you can only get a rough sense of something.

And here, the range is only five or six miles away, and the camps on the other side of the mountain are vague.

There were a hundred and sixteen men in the manor, and a young couple and wife rubbed against the man beside her with wide eyes, but her husband slept like a dead pig, perhaps tired, for there was no ploughed ground but tired oxen.

There are also one or twenty who do not sleep deeply, some are grinding their teeth, some are talking in their dreams, and they are very clear in the empty night.

In addition, the buddies below chattered and looked at Mu Jian for a while, and fell asleep on the table.

Kindness? Zhao Yun was taken aback, and an old man came in from outside the house, and he lightly held a thin quilt and put it on the sleeping man.

Zhao Yun was stunned, just now in the induction, there was no breath of this person, as if it came out of thin air.

Quickly used his divine sense again, it was still one hundred and sixteen people, and the old man just now disappeared under his nose and disappeared without knowing where to go.

Nima, there are too many talented people in the world, it seems that they look more ordinary than the master and father, to the point of returning to the basics, like an invulnerable body, unless you look at it with your eyes.

Fortunately, he seemed to glance at him gently, without any emotion.

And at first, I heard the language spoken by that buddy, like the accent of Zhang Fei and Liu Bei.

It seemed that he had no ill will towards himself and others, Zhao Yun went back in a daze, fell asleep for the first time, and got up at about the same time.

At the gate of the camp, five people came, all of whom were able to make decisions independently, and they were the housekeepers of some families.

"Master Jun, I'm tired of reporting it!" One of the richest-looking men arched his hand at the soldier on duty from a distance of about a foot.

Not far away, five very imposing carriages stopped on the side of the road, and the guards looked to be five big and three thick, holding standard weapons in their hands.

"Idle people, wait for the dodge!" Before the two sides could continue to communicate, a military marquis led by a group of prisoners entered the camp from the mountain roads on both sides.

"Master Jun, please stay!" I couldn't see that the fat man was very flexible, like a ball of meat rolling to a place about half a foot away from the military marquis.

It seems that he has dealt with troops before, and if he gets too close, he will definitely be attacked.

"Who are you?" The marquis frowned.

"Master Jun, can you take a step to speak?" The smile on the fat man's face did not decrease by half a point, and his voice was lowered.

"What's the matter here, so-and-so is busy!" The marquis was a little impatient.

With his delay, the long line stopped.

"Then let's make a long story short," the fat man looked at this group of captives greedily, at least two or three thousand of them: "Down there is the Liu family of Changsha County, we bought this batch of Nanban!" ”

"I can't be the master!" The marquis waved his hand: "Okay, you go find someone else." ”

After saying that, he continued to walk, went to the gate of the camp to register, and entered the camp tent.

I can't help but say that these five people still have some ways, and in less than half an hour, they arrived at Yang Biao's camp.

"General Yang, the Ming people don't say dark words." The fat family surnamed Liu should be the most powerful of the five, and he has always been negotiating: "In recent years, we have been at war with the barbarians in Jingzhou, and the barbarians have all been bought by our five families. ”

"No, Liu Anshan, it's the Liu family of Changsha County; This Qu Xiuchang is a member of the Qu family of Wuling County; Guming Town, on behalf of the ancient family of Wuling; Shi Kaishan, Lingling Shijia; Mosa is a Wuxi barbarian. Even if the general wants Han Chinese, we can get it too! ”

As the eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Biao is not as unpopular as his father-in-law Yuan Shu, who has also seen someone sent back to Luoyang in Zhenyang City, but he is not very enthusiastic about the cold family.

What kind of people are the five people, when they hear the name, in addition to the subordinate or the subordinate, there is actually a barbarian. Besides, those four families have not heard of it, and they are probably not families.

You are paralyzed, my brother always communicates with the sons-in-law or heads of various families in Luoyang, and never deals with subordinates.

However, business is business. Besides, he can't be the master.

"General Yang," Liu Anshan showed a hint of pride: "In the entire Jingzhou, except for the five of us, no one dares to take over!" ”

Yang Biao didn't answer, glanced at him, strode out, rode a war horse and ran to the Chinese army camp.

He was in charge of logistics, and he saw a steady stream of food being transported every day.

It's a pity that the weapons of the southern barbarians are poor, otherwise just the weapons can earn almost enough money from the prisoners to consume the food, and the most valuable thing is the weapon, even if the military camp is not eliminated, the small family rushes to ask for it.

"General!" Seeing Zhao Yun, Yang Biao hurriedly saluted.

Even if he is more than twenty years older than the other party, the barracks have the rules of the barracks.

He made a long story short, and explained the demands and deliberations of the slave traders, and after thinking about it, he sent the gods to convey the threatening language.

"Prisoners are not sold!" Zhao Yun replied categorically: "Whoever dares to be verbose, kill with a knife, and you will be convicted of the crime!" ”

The two families are now considered to be good friends, and Yang Biao seemed to know him for the first time, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. (To be continued.) )