Yang Yifei pushed back and said, "Eh, Brother Feng, your craftsmanship is worth this price, if you change to an ordinary blacksmith, you may not be able to make this sword well, let alone complete it so quickly, if I am a friend, don't refuse." ”

This...... Alas...... "Yang Yifei has already said this, if he refuses again, wouldn't it mean that he doesn't regard him as a friend?" That's too much to know.

Feng Mofeng had to say gratefully: "Thank you for the generous gift from the son, I will accept it with a cheeky face, but I don't dare to buy this carriage in the next place." ”

Yang Yifei said: "Why is this? ”

Feng Mofeng sighed: "The Mongols divide the people under their rule into four classes, each of them is treated differently, the Han and the Nan are the lowest, except for the blacksmith, ordinary people are not allowed to hold an arm, and those who have horses are detained into the official, where do they dare to buy carriages?" ”

"Although Mrs. Yang is strong in martial arts, in order to avoid trouble, I suggest that the two of you should not enter the town by carriage."

After speaking, he looked at Li Mochou again, and continued: "It is not uncommon for Mongolians to rob people's daughters, and it is best for the lady to cover her face with a veil, otherwise it will be a disaster in itself with the lady's flower and moon appearance." ”

Li Mochou listened to Feng Mofeng praise her beauty, and even used a description similar to "red face and troubled water", and couldn't help but be secretly happy, although it is not a good word to be red face and troubled water, but to become "disaster water", it is not ordinary beauty.

She smiled and said, "Brother Feng doesn't need to worry, the two of us went north, and we came to trouble the Mongols, even if they don't come to find trouble, we have to go to the door, how can we avoid it?" ”

"Oh?" Feng Mofeng noticed that Li Mochou was talking about "making trouble with the Mongols", rather than specifically which Mongol, and couldn't help but move in his heart and looked at Yang Yifei.

Yang Yifei smiled and said: "What Mo Chou said is right, it is precisely this reason, as for the specific situation, after Brother Feng arrived in Xiangyang City, he would know it by asking Rong'er." ”

Feng Mofeng nodded slowly and said, "In this case, then I won't be verbose, I just hope that the two of you will be more careful." ”

Yang Yifei hugged his fists and said: "Yes, Brother Feng cherishes it and says goodbye." ”

"There will be a date later."

Bidding farewell to Feng Mofeng, Yang Yifei drove into the carriage and went north, traveling seven or eight miles, and when he saw a town, Yang Yifei turned his hand and took out the fierce and fierce Qingfeng sword of Dugu and handed it to Li Mochou.

Li Mochou also learned from Yang Yifei's appearance, tied his back with a silk ribbon, this long sword Yang Yifei just gave her as a spare weapon, and he handed over two full pistol magazines to Li Mochou, stuck two bullet bags on her left waist, and inserted the magazines inside.

In this way, Li Mochou has 60 rounds of ammunition, which is more than enough to deal with the team, but Yang Yifei himself does not need to prepare it in advance, and he can take it out when he needs to turn his hand.

Besides, he has many ways to kill people, and he doesn't have to use a gun, but it's just that using a gun is the most convenient, fast and labor-saving.

It was only a town, and there were not many Mongol soldiers stationed there, only a hundred and ten men, and the general was a commander of a thousand, but he also had some Semu soldiers under him, adding up to about four or five hundred troops in total.

Most of the Semu people come from the Western Regions, and some of the Khitans are also classified into the category of Semu people, and they enjoy the treatment of second-class people, and the Mongolian prime minister Yelu Chucai is the Khitan, which is also the reason why the status of the Khitan people is higher in Mongolia.

The Han people in the north and the other part of the Khitan and Jurchen people were classified as the third class, and the southerners, that is, the Song people in the south, were the lowest rank of the fourth class.

Although Mongolia did not explicitly issue a decree that divided the people under its rule into four classes, the world can draw the conclusion of a four-class division through the treatment and restrictions on the various ethnic groups in its decrees.

However, Mongolia does not have the term "first night right" as spread on the Internet in later generations, which is actually a Western system that has been put on the heads of the Mongols by later generations.

But the Mongols often rob Han women, and even forcibly insult the bride at other people's weddings, such things exist, I am afraid this is the origin of the "first night right".

However, it was said that Yang Yifei and Li Mochou drove into the town, only to see that the streets in the town were depressed, and there was no bustling and bustling market in the south.

Pedestrians also came and went in a hurry, especially people dressed as Han Chinese, who hardly dared to stay too much on the street, and could not see a young Han woman, who were basically wearing Mongolian costumes on the street.

Yang Yifei and Li Mochou sat on the driving seats, drove the carriage unhurriedly, and walked along the avenue in the center of the town.

But seeing that both of them were carrying long swords on their backs, knowing that they were all people from the rivers and lakes with martial arts on their bodies, they did not act rashly, and some people quickly rushed to the location of the Mongol garrison.

Yang Yifei naturally noticed this scene, but he sneered secretly, but he didn't care, originally they could go directly from the official road outside the town, he deliberately chose to go through the town, just to find trouble.

Although the main goal now is to go to Nanshan to propose relatives first, it is not the time to recruit troops for the time being, but it is also incidental to make some moves along the way and announce your arrival.

While the carriage was traveling, suddenly a woodcutter dressed as a middle-aged Han man carrying firewood turned around, ready to cross the street and walk to the opposite side.

But I don't know if I didn't notice the carriage, when he crossed the road, the healthy horse was less than a zhang away from him, if it was a Mongolian, Yang Yifei might have directly urged the horse to crash over, it can be seen that it was a Han, he hurriedly stopped the horse.

But what Yang Yifei and Li Mochou didn't expect was that Jianma was still a few feet away from the woodcutter, and the man fell to the ground with an "ouch".

Yang Yifei's eyes widened, isn't it! Could it be that there was such a thing as touching porcelain in the Song Dynasty? Li Mochou raised his eyebrows and was about to scold, but was stopped by Yang Yifei, he jumped out of the carriage, walked to the woodcutter, and said, "Are you okay?" ”

The woodcutter hurriedly got up, bowed to Yang Yifei in a hurry, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I collided with Son's car, and I hope Son's forgiveness." ”

After saying this, the woodcutter suddenly whispered very quickly: "The son has been targeted by the Tartars, and he needs to leave the town as soon as possible to avoid misfortune." ”

After speaking, he bowed twice in a row, and shouted in his mouth: "Son, spare your life, the villain will go, this will go." ”

Yang Yifei's eyes flashed with a flash of realization, so it was, but he was wrong, this prime of life is not a porcelain party, but a good man with a good heart, afraid that he was poisoned by the Mongols, so he specially looked for an opportunity to remind himself.

Yang Yifei quietly swept the streets around the street with the corner of his eye, and sure enough, there were some people in Mongolian costumes around, staring at this side intentionally or unintentionally.

A look of impatience appeared on his face, but he said softly: "Thank you, brother." ”

Then he pretended to be angry, waved his hand and scolded: "Go away, don't get in the way of this son." ”

"Yes, yes, the villain will go." Hearing Yang Yifei's thanks, the woodcutter knew that the other party had understood his words, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly ran to the opposite side of the street with Chai He, and walked to a lane not far away.