No wonder as soon as the army passed, some people ran out of their homes to hide, and I don't know what method Huangling used, not only to lure away the army, but also to use the fleeing people to create chaos, so as to facilitate the actions of the Tartars.

What Mrs. Li can do is to see a doctor.

Tartar risked his life and broke into the nine sides, just to take away the old lady Li.

What is the identity of that sick person, which is worthy of the Tartars.

Huo Qingzhou stood in place, he already knew where his sister went.

He had never been so worried about a person as he was now, and he wished that stinky girl could be pulled over at once and then hidden like a priceless treasure.

......

Huo Roufeng held a piece of grass in his mouth, rode on his horse, and looked around leisurely as he walked.

"Jiu Niangzi, this is the Ula grass in Kanto, and it is the first time that the slave maid has seen it in Tartar." Xiao Ye said.

"Kanto, isn't it the kind of grass that is warm in your shoes?" Huo Roufeng asked.

"Well, it's that kind of grass, there are three treasures in Kanto, ginseng mink piura grass." Sayo said with a smile.

"Hey, Xiaoye, have you been to Kanto?" Huo Roufeng asked.

Xiao Ye said: "The slave maid has been to Tartar, but she has never been to Kanto, this is all heard." ”

Huo Roufeng was a little disappointed, when Master Huo was alive, the caravan of the Yongfeng would come and go outside the customs several times a year; After Master Huo passed away, it happened that bandits outside the customs began to run rampant again, and Mrs. Huo wanted to shift her focus to the capital, so she stopped the business outside the gates. By the time Huo Roufeng grew up, she could no longer find anyone familiar with Guanwai.

"If only I could go and take a look." Huo Roufeng pouted.

Xiao Ye wanted to say that the fifth master must be reluctant to let you go to the gate to be frozen, but she didn't dare to say it.

At this time, Huo Roufeng was completely dressed as a Tartar girl, with long hair braided into small braids, and a small hat decorated with red jade and malachite on her head, which she had just bought.

"Nine Niangzi, here!" Xiao Ye's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he saw the two people running in front of him.

Huo Roufeng grabbed the reins, and a row of shell teeth gently bit her lower lip.

The people who came were Zhang Shengping's guards, all of them were wearing leather robes of Tartars, and their faces were smeared with something, they were swarthy, and at first glance, they looked very similar to Tartars.

The two of them ran to the front and said, "Nine Niangzi, Alilun is in the tent in front, and his wife and daughter are also here, bringing fifty followers. ”

Zhang Shengping asked in a deep voice: "He brought a female dependent?" ”

One of the guards said, "Yes, his wife is Han, and I think I came here to interpret for him." ”

Huo Roufeng smiled: "Hey, he married a Han as a wife, it's interesting and interesting, let's go, we will meet this Alilun." ”

Alilun is the third prince of the Daman tribe, and his father is the former Daman Khan Yezhen. More than ten years ago, when the tribe of Jebuya annexed the tribe of Daman, Alilun's father and brother were all killed in battle, because he was not in the tribe at the time.

But from then on, Allion did not dare to go near the territory of Jebua, found a place with abundant water and grass, and used the treasure left by Yazhen to open a horse farm.

Today, at least six out of every ten horses sold to the Han Chinese come from Alilon's horse farm.

Huo Roufeng learned the name Alilun from those Tartar horse dealers, and in the eyes of the horse dealers, he was the greatest God of Wealth.

Of course, Huo Roufeng also let Alilun know through one of the horse dealers that there was a big buyer who came to Tartar to buy a large number of horses.

Although Alilun had a big business, he was worried about being cut down by the Yebua tribe, and he lived in a secluded place for many years, and most of the time, he lived in the horse farm, and few people saw him.

Soon after Zhanhuai retreated, the remnants of the women, children, money, and livestock of the Jebuya tribe were devoured by other tribes.

Upon hearing the news of the demise of the Jebua tribe, Aliren walked out of his horse farm, occasionally going to a slightly more prosperous place to splurge on it.

Alilun is in his early forties, with a square face and deep facial features, and is a typical barbarian.

As the guards said, his wife was Han Chinese, with a beautiful face and fair skin, and she should have been a beauty when she was young, and she is still charming until now.

Although Ali Lun had long known that it was a woman who came to discuss business with him, he didn't expect that Huo Jiu Niangzi was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

He rubbed the big wrench on his hand, looked Huo Roufeng up and down, and said in Tatar language: "What about the big buyers of the Han people? ”

Alilun's wife was about to translate, but Huo Roufeng had already preemptively said in Tatar language: "Alilun, the big buyer you are waiting for here is me, and I am Huo Jiuniang." ”

Although she has not been learning Tatar for a long time, she speaks these words fluently, and her voice has the unique softness of Jiangnan women, which is tactful and pleasant.

Alilun and his wife were slightly surprised, although they were mainly engaged in Han business, but they had come into contact with very few Han people, let alone seen a Han woman who could speak fluent Tatar like Huo Roufeng.

Ali Lun looked at Huo Roufeng's gaze again, and he was less disdainful, and he asked, "How many horses do you want to buy?" ”

Huo Roufeng said: "Two hundred stallions, one thousand mares, all horses must be under five years old, how many can you make up?" ”

The tent suddenly fell silent, Alilun's wife was surprised, but Alilun was already frowning: "How do you know that I don't have so many?" ”

The last sentence Huo Roufeng said made it clear that he didn't have so many horses.

Hearing this, Huo Roufeng smiled slightly: "I don't know, but if you have it, then we will continue to talk, if you don't have it, you have to report the number to me, and we will talk about it in another way." ”

Ali Lun's eyes stared at Huo Roufeng like a falcon, and he said word by word: "You want a lot of mares, do you want to open a horse farm?" ”

Huo Roufeng didn't hide it, and in front of an expert like Alilun, there was no need for her to hide it.

She nodded and said, "The horse farm I want to open is different from yours." ”

"Do you have a nomadic grassland in Han land?" Alilun asked.

As far as Huo Roufeng knew, Alilun had two horse farms, and as the seasons changed, he and his horses moved once a year, so his horses were fat and strong.

Huo Roufeng said: "There is no grassland in Han Land, but I have money. ”

If she has money, she can hire experienced people to raise her horses, and she doesn't have to worry about these things.

Alilun's wife burst out laughing, and the way she laughed was still a little bright.

Alilun glanced at his wife, his eyes were doting, obviously, he and his wife had a good relationship.

The custom of the Tatars, after the death of the father and elder brother, the younger brother was able to inherit their women in the same way as inheritance, and most of the Tatar nobles would have many women, and according to the horse dealers, Alilun had only one wife.