North Korea, Uiju.

Approaching April, the Yalu River is already full of beauty and greenery.

But the fragrance of flowers and plants in the spring breeze is often overshadowed by the smell of animal manure.

The commercial gathering points dotted along the riverside and the endless flow of cars, horses and people form a stark contrast to the tranquil pastoral scenery of villages near and far.

Wearing a straw hat, a homespun jacket and trousers that concealed her curvaceous curves, and carrying a basket full of medicinal herbs, like the usual merchant men here, she walked through the mule and horse market and the large stalls piled high with animal skins to a small store selling white ginseng mountain delicacies.

"Do you only accept ginseng and not Dongzhu?" Xue asked.

The guy who dried the ginseng straightened up, and did not show his surprise at hearing the woman's voice, but just squinted at Ah Xue, and said angrily: "Are the two eyes painted?" Didn't you see that this is a mountain goods store? ”

Ah Xue's face was full of innocence: "The beads in the river are not collected, but the beads in the sea are always collected, right?" ”

"I've never heard of beads in the sea."

"What good things don't have in Daming? Don't you know Hepu? ”

Listening to this secret word, the guy finally flashed his eyes, looked around, went around to Ah Xue, looked around behind Ah Xue, looked through the top medicinal herbs, and said in a low voice: "Go in." ”

In the hut deep in the warehouse, Xu San took off the black hat often worn by North Korean businessmen and looked at Ah Xue, who he met for the first time.

Ah Xue, who has been carefully taught the rules of contact with intelligence officers by Zaohua, knows that in this system, no matter how different the status is between the superiors and subordinates, the subordinates must also look at the Shangguan when they report, so that the Shangguan can judge his eyes and expressions at any time.

Ah Xue then looked directly at Xu San and began to say the second set of code words: "Does the eldest brother buy Hai Dongqing?" If you train well, you can catch swans for your master. ”

Xu Sandao: "Can't the master catch it himself?" ”

"I'm busy killing Tartars, how can I have time."

Xu San nodded at the guy outside the door.

The moment the man closed the door, Xu San had already sunk his face: "Miss Mu is okay?" ”

"Shangguan rest assured, Sister Mu is fine. She was watched by Tartars, and she was careful to enter and exit. My name is Ah Xue, and I am a maid in the Mang Gurtai Mansion, Sister Mu asked me to come out to sell goods for money, and the Tartars saw that she was relying on Sanbeile to like her, and she would call me at will, so she would not be suspicious. ”

Xu San interrupted her: "Why did you follow Miss Mu?" ”

Ah Xue's gaze lowered, slightly opened her nose a few times, and soon raised her eyes again and said: "My sister, was ruined by a soldier of Zhengbaiqi, the family who was originally married to her withdrew, and the bastard of Zhengbaiqi came to entangle again, and asked my sister to be his concubine, my sister was angry and stabbed him with scissors, and Jiala Ezhen hanged my sister in front of the flagmen." Mang Gurtai and Derge are the blue flags, and Huang Taiji is the most difficult to deal with, and the people in the palace also like to say that the white flag is doing bad things, and after Sister Mu heard about this, she helped me kill the armor soldier. I...... My father and mother died of exhaustion very early, and my sister was only two years older than me, but just like my mother. ”

Xu San fell into a brief silence.

He thought of his sister and nephew, as well as his brother-in-law Dong Wang, who died by the Luan River that day of revenge.

Xu San fixed his mind: "Okay, you go on." ”

Ah Xue said: "Miss Mu found Yue Yu with a red flag, and she also followed. The girl said that it would take a few days to get the goods anyway, and if Shangguan had enough people here, he would help her act in a scene first, so that the Jurchen Tartars would trust her more. ”

……

Two days later, at noon, Yue Cheng came out of the felt tent.

The sun shines so well that the river seems to be sprinkled with gold.

Yue Zhen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly, it seemed that he had returned to Chongming Island two years ago.

It was almost this season, he finished making a wooden car for the daughter of the widow Aya of the Ming Kingdom, accompanied her to pull the car, and went to the river to catch cockroaches.

It was a spy, and in a foreign land, it was rare to forget the trickery in his heart.

Yue Zhi paced to the Yalu River, then stood still and looked around.

The actual controller of Yizhou was the general of the Ming State, so the Han and Koreans were completely different from the Liao people who were plundered and enslaved by the Jianzhou Jurchens.

When they passed by the Jurchens, they straightened their waists as if nothing had happened, and they would never be like the robbers in the Eight Banners Ox Record, who immediately retreated to the side in panic and simply lay down.

"Even the Han people here are like those over there in Chongming."

Yue Zhen was startled by the emotion that arose again, and he was annoyed that he seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit.

He came here to run an errand for Uncle Huang Taiji, who has always valued him, not to touch the scene with the Nikans who gathered in Wuyang.

Tong Xiyu, who is more arrogant than many Jurchen Gegege, let his family hook up with Mu Zaohua's female wrapper, Ji Lantai. Ji Lantai told them that Mu Zaohua came to the mutual market in Yiju this year, not only to dump leather goods and mountain treasures, but also to buy copper from the Japanese through Korean merchants.

Huang Taiji immediately deduced that Mu Zaohua should be to help Mang Gurtai and build a pair of artillery before the Zhengbai Banner.

The Tong family volunteered to come to Yizhou to see the situation, but Huang Taiji only sent them to the west of the Guannai to find old connections and get the copper of the Ming Kingdom, and let Yue Zhi go to the Yalu River alone to find the Koreans.

Yue Zhen understood that his uncle seized every opportunity to make meritorious contributions. Maybe one day, his father Daishan angered his grandfather Nurhachi, and Uncle Huang Taiji could take the opportunity to speak out and assign the Zhenghong Flag to his name.

If the uncle had inherited his grandfather's two yellow flags, and their uncle and nephew had led the five banners, the brothers Manggultai and Derge, they would no longer pose a threat.

Thinking of this, Yue Zhen cheered up, brushed the braid at the back of his head, put on his fur hat, turned around and walked back to the felt tent where he was temporarily accommodated.

The warm breeze brings a strong fragrance.

"What does it smell like?" Yue asked a personal entourage.

"Back to the master, it's the miso soup made by the North Koreans, and the slave hurriedly gave the master a bowl of Zhangluo?"

Yue Zhen looked in the direction of his finger, and there were two North Korean people selling food dozens of steps away, and several North Korean businessmen who looked like horse dealers were holding clay pots and squatting next to them to gobble up.

"I also went over and asked if they knew the copper seller."

When the North Korean vendor saw that business was coming again, he quickly added a large bowl of miso soup and rice, and diligently scooped up a large spoonful of kimchi and piled it on top of the rice, while speaking in the Chinese dialect of Sandwich: "Delicious, delicious." ”

The first time Yue Zhen saw the North Koreans eating, it was just enough to smell the aroma of the miso soup, after all, the Jurchens also made soybean paste, but this kimchi was really red and attractive, and it was very different from the sauerkraut that the Jurchens were used to.

Yue Zhen's appetite increased greatly for a while, so he picked up his chopsticks and went to pick up the kimchi.

Unexpectedly, among the several businessmen who came to buy food from the sidelines, one of them suddenly leaned over, raised his palms, and lifted off Yue Yan's clay pot.

"Can't eat it! They're going to poison you! ”

Yue Zhi instinctively jumped to his feet, avoiding the splashing hot miso soup and the clay pot that smashed to the ground.

Looking at the face of the woman who spoke, Yue Yan lost his voice and said, "Miss Mu?!" ”