This thought just came to mind, and was instantly thrown out of Ning Yue's mind, it would not be wrong that the earrings were peony, not to mention...... Even if there is really no place for Kakagier, it can't just be a prank, it's more likely to lead yourself to the grassland.

Thinking of this, Ning Yue's face suddenly changed. A bad idea is passed through my mind, and it is like an imprint in my mind. Maybe the other party really designed the trap to lure him in.

The reason why I told myself a fake name may be to ask around to reveal my whereabouts. If a martial arts master sneaks into the grassland, if he doesn't think of exposing it, the chance of being discovered by others is very small. Therefore, if the other party wants to capture his whereabouts, he can only let Ning Yue expose himself.

Thinking of this possibility, the more Ning Yue pondered it, the more she felt that it was possible. Just as he was about to leave the caravan, a small tribe suddenly appeared at the front of the caravan. About a dozen tents, outside the tents, towing a sparse flock of sheep.

"Mr. Temujin, we are in another tribe...... This tribe is called Yunduo, they are the Daiya people, the Daiya people are hospitable, and they are one of the few tribes in the grassland that are kind to the Central Plains and hate bloody killing. ”

"Oh, is it?" Ning Yue stepped out of the carriage and looked at the tribe that was getting closer and closer in the distance. Before they got closer, the people of the tribe gathered and walked out of their tents. There was a hint of solemnity on everyone's faces, and even a dozen men had already pointed at the convoy with bows and arrows.

"Lao He, didn't you say that they are a kind tribe? What does this mean?" Ning Yue pursed her lips with a laugh.

"It's strange, it's the Cloud Tribe, I'm not mistaken, what's going on?" Lao He said with some doubts, looking at the Cloud Tribe that was getting closer and closer but becoming more and more vigilant, Lao He also slowly stood up, "Stop, I'll go and see the situation, you wait here, if they attack, you will turn back immediately." ”

Lao He jumped out of the carriage, stretched out his arms and slowly walked towards the Cloud Tribe, "Talia, it's me, it's me He Lan, the merchant who came to your tribe to trade three years ago, do you remember me? ”

As Lao He approached, the vigilance of the Cloud Tribe was somewhat relaxed. At this time, the face of the person named Talia gradually showed a look of sudden realization, perhaps after Lao He's prompting, he did remember Lao He's identity.

"I remember, you're the merchant?" suddenly cried Talia aloud, "everyone lay down their arms, they're not horse thieves, they're not horse thieves." I know him, he came to our tribe three years ago, the merchant who brought iron tools and pots. ”

With Talia's reminder, the people of the Cloud Tribe seemed to remember Lao He. One by one, they lowered their weapons and smiled. Lao He beckoned, and the caravan once again took steps towards the tribe.

Finally, Ning Yue saw the warmth of the kind and hospitable tribe in Lao He's mouth, and before she could stand firmly, the women inside gave fragrant milk tea and milk cakes. And every man in the caravan wore a wool bag around his neck.

This cannot be refused, and accepting it means accepting their friendship. When Ning Yue and the others took the bag, they obviously felt that their attitude towards the caravan had changed greatly. It may have been just kindness before, but after acceptance, it turned into goodwill.

Lao He came with a caravan, so he naturally came to do business. And Lao He is very good at grasping the material needs of the grassland tribes, which can be seen from the popularity of the goods he brought.

When Lao He showed their goods to the Cloud Tribe, the old patriarch of the Cloud Tribe immediately took everything down. Of course, there is not much left of Lao He's everything. Under the looting of the previous seven or eight tribes, the goods he was carrying were almost sold out. At this station, it was also completely emptied.

According to normal speaking, Lao He's goods have been sold out, and he should be able to return to the Central Plains. But he still had a mission, and besides, a single trip was not worth the trip. The grassland is vast and sparsely populated and poor, and the real profiteering is to bring the furs, cattle and horses from the grassland back to Kyushu.

A complete sheepskin can be multiplied tenfold in Kyushu. And intact cowhides, wolf skins are even more expensive. If you can get a few fresh horses, you will really earn back all the money you have earned in the year.

The deal was completed, and the Cloud Tribe was completely in a revelry. The old patriarch gave the order to kill the sheep on crutches, and a dozen men screamed and pounced on the sheep. In the steppe, lamb is the least valuable. Of course, it was also in the tribe where there was no shortage of food.

It was getting dark, and more than a dozen men were roasting the lamb in their hands around the campfire. Originally, these mutton were cooked in a large pot, and everyone could have a delicious mutton soup. But the way a man eats meat should also have his own unique romance. For men, it is only by sitting by the campfire and watching the lamb in their hands gradually cooked, so that it is more enjoyable to eat.

Lao He and the old patriarch sat together, chatting without a word. The old patriarch looked at the juniors singing and dancing around the bonfire in front of him, and his eyes were full of happiness. His tribe was small, but happy. The men are brave and the women are diligent.

The north suffered a white plague and gradually turned into a famine, but his tribe seemed to be favored by the gods. Not a single sheep froze to death in one winter, and not a single person fell ill. This is happiness, and there is nothing more satisfying for him than to live in peace.

The old patriarch's vision was very wise, although he was chatting happily with Lao He, his eyes were always staring at Ning Yue opposite. Although Ning Yue dressed very much like a grassland person, although Ning Yue also deliberately integrated into the habit of the grassland, eating meat and drinking a lot. However, the old patriarch still saw the abnormality in Ning Yue's demeanor.

"Old man, why do you keep staring at Mr. Temujin, is there anything wrong with Mr. Temujin?" asked Lao He a little wary, but pretended to be relaxed.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but I can see that this gentleman is no ordinary person. I saw a sense of nobility in him, and I thought that this Mr. Temujin must be a person of status and a great person. The old patriarch did not hide it, and calmly stated his judgment.

Ning Yue put down the leg of mutton in her mouth and showed a faint smile, "Old Patriarch, do you remember when we came, when we saw you as if you were facing a great enemy, did something happen?"

"The grasslands have not been very peaceful lately, and to the west of here, a horse thief has appeared. They are cruel devils, and I know that more than a dozen small tribes have been ransacked by them.

In fact, if you come one day later, you may not see us. Just this morning, we had packed all our things and were ready to leave. If you hadn't come, we would have migrated north by this time. ”

"North? Isn't the north near the ice field? Where are you going? Why? What a nice place, with its fertile grasslands, and plenty of food. Lao He said with some surprise.

"There's no way, the grassland is not peaceful, I originally thought that the grassland had gone through years of conquest, and finally reunification would give us a chance to cultivate and recuperate. But now it seems that the war will continue.

The reason why the Cloud Tribe has survived so far is because we can anticipate danger in advance and avoid the war as soon as possible. In the grasslands where there is slaughter everywhere, it is not easy to survive. ”

"Why? Is it going to be a war with the Central Plains?" Lao He's face suddenly changed, and he asked with some solemnity.

"I don't know if it's a war with the Central Plains, but the smell of blood over the grassland has been relatively strong recently. By the way, He Lan, you have sold all your goods to me, where are you going next?" the old patriarch also asked with some curiosity.

"I'm a businessman, so it's natural to chase the pace of profit. I heard that the western part of the grassland suffered a white plague last year, and many cattle and sheep froze to death. I think the west can buy a lot of cheap sheepskins and cowhides, and then sell them to the Central Plains people, so that they can be exchanged for more grain, tea, and spirits. Lao He said casually, as if he was not worried about his trade secrets being obtained by others.

In the grasslands, merchants are a popular and noble profession, because the goods that are scarce on the grasslands can only be obtained through merchants. Compared with Kyushu in the Central Plains, the status of merchants in the grassland is much higher.

However, not all steppe hulu can become merchants. In the face of the deceit of the Central Plains and Kyushu, the IQ of the grassland Hulu is at least a few hundred years behind. Therefore, only a very small number of people on the steppe can become merchants.

But it's a pity that the grassland people don't know that among these very few people, a large number of people are still pretending to be people from the Great Zhou Dynasty. It's like Lao He and his caravan, both merchants and spies.

Listening to Lao He's words, the old patriarch's face suddenly changed and became solemn, "He Lan, since you have accepted the friendship of our tribe, then you are our friend. As a friend, I have an obligation to tell you that you can't go any further west. ”

"Why?" said Lao He smiled disapprovingly, "Are you worried about those horse thieves? Don't worry, horse thieves won't attack caravans like us, on the contrary, they need to protect us." Because only we can bring them the herbs, spirits, and supplies they need......"

"However, the group of horse thieves in the west is different, they prefer to kill. And horse thieves like this, there are many in the west. Whether it's a merchant, a monk, or a small tribe, they never show mercy......"

Although Lao He showed a trace of solemnity on his face in the face of the old patriarch's warning, he didn't care about it in his heart. Not because he did not believe the old patriarch's warnings, but because they had a reason to have to go west.

Something had happened in the grassland, and he had to find out what had happened. Ning Yue on the side didn't feel much of it, and the threat to him from the horse thief was almost zero. Moreover, Ning Yue is not a professional spy, and he is not so keen on capturing information.

"Old Patriarch, have you ever heard of Kakagele?" Ning Yue asked casually as she gently threw the clean bones in her hand into the campfire.