The peace talks outside Zhangjiakou have been going on for two months.

The shabby bazaar is finally gaining popularity, and the men are listlessly dusting up the shops, placing salt, tea and sugar on the counters, and the warehouses are empty.

In the middle of the morning, a troop of cavalry came from the north and dismounted outside the market town.

More than a hundred Chahars stormed the market town and held on to the key positions. The Mongols scanned every Han Chinese man with a wary gaze, and some climbed up to the side of the street to open a teahouse. There wasn't a single guest there, just a young man dozing off on the table.

Huang Yun hid behind the counter, his eyes blank, watching the menacing Chahar people pass by the door of the rice shop.

The eight families in Zhangjiakou were beheaded by Lu Xiangsheng, and after the Zhai family and the Fan family went to the south, there were five more. Without Zhang Butcher, he would not eat hairy pigs, and Zhangjiakou's business continued.

There seemed to be a big man in Chahar on the street outside, but Huang Yun was not interested, and muttered: "It's really unlucky, but I came here when I was on duty."

Merchants have a keen sense of smell, and now that the war between the Qing Dynasty and Mongolia has not yet come to fruition, no one dares to venture out of Cyprus to do business. At the very least, the proprietors won't come to this dangerous bazaar. However, due to the peace between the Qing Dynasty and the Mongols, the Great Khan of Chahar asked for trade, and Dolgon issued an order to the governor of Shanxi to forcibly order the shops in Zhangjiakou to open for business, showing the sincerity of the mutual market.

As a result, the five merchants decided that the five proprietors would take turns on duty, each of whom would stay in the Zhangjiakou market for three days and be responsible for trading with the Mongols. None of them wanted to make money, as long as they could survive peacefully until the end of the discussion, they would all be happy.

Ezhe walked into the bazaar, and as soon as he stepped into the market, he frowned.

It was not the first time he had come to Zhangjiakou, and he still remembered the prosperous and lively scene here more than ten years ago. At that time, the market was filled with the sound of hard selling, the mooing of cattle and sheep, the smell of fresh dung of livestock, and the satisfied smiles on the faces of the herdsmen who drove the horses back.

If it weren't for the Khan tent guards telling him, he would not have known that the Manchus were asking for peace, so he showed such sincerity.

Seventy percent of the shops on the street were just open, the containers were empty, and the Han men stood at the door and looked at him timidly.

He walked inside, diagonally across from a fur shop.

He walked over: "Where is your shopkeeper?" ”

The man's eyes were staring at his toes: "In ......, in Xuanfu." ”

"Who's in charge here" Ezhe punched his fists on the counter. The wooden planks and slime counters shook, and the sunlight kicked up fine dust and fell down.

"Huang Dongjia" The young man suddenly became fluent in speech, and he stretched out his hand to the rice shop not far away, "Huang Dongjia, Huang Dongjia is there." ”

Ezhe turned around and strode towards the rice shop.

Huang Yun had seen a little of the world in the end, and walked to the door to bow down to Ezhe: "Meet the Great Khan"

Ezhe bent down and stretched out his right hand to grab Huang Yun's neckline, and the green tendons on his arm were about to jump out, lifting him up. The faces of the two were half a foot apart, and his spat sprayed on Huang Yun's face.

"What do you bring me if I want food, salt, iron pots, arrowheads, and armor?"

Huang Yun's brows were curled, his eyes were closed, and his pants under his waist were soaked with a yellow liquid. The stability and composure of the house are all out of the clouds.

"My life is on hold"

"Speak, don't pretend to be dead" Ezhe's heart overflowed with disgust, and he threw Huang Yun to the ground.

"The Great Khan spares his life, the Great Khan spares his life"

"In three days, I'm going to find a market town full of what I want, otherwise, I'll build you a big grass mound outside the market town," Ezhe opened his arms and heart, "...... Can bury many people"

The Mongols left, and Huang Yun immediately ordered his family to set up a carriage and flee to Xuanfu.

He must not stay here any longer, he cannot satisfy the demands of the Mongols.

The two hundred Khan tent cavalry returned to the grassland like a tornado, and how fast the cavalry was, how depressed Ezhe's heart was.

On the Zhangba grassland are patches of white tents, like clouds in the sky. The boys were singing, and the girls responded. The herdsmen did not know about the troubles of the Great Khan

A group of cavalry appeared in the eastern steppe, and it was the Chahar people who returned from the Modong steppe.

Ezhe returned to the tent, and Zamu, the cavalry commander who had just returned to the tribe, came to pay his respects.

Zha Mu's head and beard were messy like a lark's nest, and he walked all over the vast grasslands of Modong without rest for two months.

"Great Khan, the people of Modong are gone, they have all fled to Shengjing" Zamu hid some words in his heart and did not dare to say. For the past two months, they have been hunting in the Modong grassland for a living, and they are unlucky to walk hungry.

"Not a single one?"

Zamu nodded affirmatively: "No, we attacked a village in the south of Guyuan City, and I heard from the people who did business in the village that the Modong people slaughtered many cattle and sheep, leaving only war horses, and the Liaodong people raised their old and weak women and children, and equipped their men with iron armor and long knives. ”

Ezhe's face showed a trace of imperceptible anxiety: "What do they want to let the Modong people come to beat us?" ”

"No, I heard that half of the Modong cavalry has entered the fortress"

"It's going to attack the Akito"

Ezhe breathed a sigh of relief and touched the braid on the back of his head uneasily.

"The Jurchens have no sincerity," he remorseed. If Amur was around, I don't know if he would have the same thoughts. The Modong people completely took refuge in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the Mobei people were reluctant to get close to Chahar, and Tumut ......? The Tumuts can't afford to mess with.

He drew his sword and looked around, and now there was no opponent around him.

"Someone, go to the Great Wall of Xuanfu to report that I want to see Abatai and Sony"

Outside the tent, the herdsmen happily drove the herds, and Chahar had never had such a vast grassland.

Early the next morning, a carriage left the Great Wall of Xuanfu.

Sonny rode on a docile white horse, his brow furrowed, as if he was hiding an endless mind. The convoy passed through the market town of Zhangjiakou without stopping and went straight to the grassland.

A group of Chahar cavalry swarmed in and lined up on both sides of the convoy, like guards and watchmen.

Sonny changed his face, a smile on his lips.

The convoy stopped outside the dense tent, and Sonny dismounted and headed straight for the big tent with the golden flag flying on top.

The Mongol warrior guarding the door motioned for him to go straight into the account.

Sonny lifted the beige curtain, and there was some darkness in the sweat tent, and Ezhe leaned back on the big seat.

Sony could see clearly that there was a tiger skin under his buttocks. On such a hot day, it shouldn't be comfortable to pad tiger skin.

"Why didn't Abatai come?"

Sonny bent over: "The prince is in poor health, and he has entrusted him to meet the Great Khan below"

"I want three thousand pairs of armor, and I will exchange them for a thousand sturdy war horses."

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