Song Wen was stunned for a moment, and then arched his hand: "I have been taught in the next, dare to ask Mr. ...... name."

The middle-aged man smiled and said casually: "This official Xingzhou is sentenced, surnamed Zhao ......"

Song Wen and a few people bowed down and saluted: "I've seen Zhao Tong's judgment."

The middle-aged man asked, "Are you businessmen from the mainland?"

Song Wen raised his head and replied: "The last general is from Taoshan County, Jingxi, because of his meritorious service in organizing the righteous and courageous suppression of bandits, he was promoted to the head of the township soldiers, because the last general also has a grange and a lot of wasteland and fields, so he thought of coming to the field to buy some ploughing cattle and horses to go back to help the tenant farmers farm. The master also entrusted the last general to see if he could help the county government buy some ploughing cattle and go back to help the farmers! ”

Zhao Tongju suddenly had a good impression of this young man when he heard this, and nodded: "You can help the county government stabilize the place at a young age, it's not bad _ no wonder you are enthusiastic and brave!"

Song Wen arched his hand and said, "Don't dare to praise as an adult."

Zhao Tongju nodded: "This official is also here to help Zhizhou come to the field to see if the cultivated cattle trafficked by the Liao people this year are suitable...... In the past two years, there has been turmoil in the rear of the Liao people, and the control may be looser...... If you can't buy a better ox, you can come to the official, don't let the tenant farmers work too hard. ”

Song Wen was surprised by the approachability of this general judge, and replied respectfully: "Thank you for your concern, the general will know!"

"Well, let's go!"

The lifting division of the carriage and horses went straight to the field, and the judge of Yizhou actually came to the field to purchase cattle in person, which was simply incredible in the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty! What is the General Judgment? That's the checks and balances, and even the supervisors who have seen the governor of a state and the military department...... Although the rank is not high, the power is very heavy!

Such a diligent and loving magistrate, Song Wen is simply unheard of......

Followed by a few followers riding donkeys and mules, Song Wen arched his hand and asked a middle-aged man: "Dare to ask the name and surname of Zhao Tong in front, I have never seen such a good official who is diligent and loves the people along the way from Bianliang to here......

The man raised his nostrils proudly and replied, "You are blessed to see our master!" Our master is really the true bloodline of the Heavenly Family, the remnants of the first emperor...... Don't try it! Blessed are you...... Hey, hey, hey! ”

The two old housekeepers next to him scolded: "Hao Da, it's swaggering again!" Our family Langjun doesn't like his family to show off with his blood...... Be careful that Lang Jun punishes you! ”

Hao Da shrunk his neck, urging the mule to follow the old butler and leave. Leaving Song Wen in the same place thoughtfully...... The surname Zhao is a nobleman from Tianhuang...... It's called Don't Try! What a strange name...... Zhao doesn't try! Why does it sound so familiar? The shame of Jingkang in the Northern Song Dynasty was that he had carefully read a little historical information back then, and there was also a book called Romance of Partial Peace, which did not seem to have this Zhao Butry...... Zhao Butry......

With a hint of doubt, Song Wen and the others turned on their horses and hurried to the area where Khitan merchants habitually lived on the north side of the field.

A few slaves were busy packing their goods outside, two sturdy guards were guarding the fence, and another was sitting alone in a saddle looking around.

An Chun shouted: "Daruchi...... Lang Jun has arrived! ”

Daru Chizheng was bored and depressed, and the guards who had flattered him now dared to mock him wantonly...... I still remember that face when I followed myself!

The two guards cursed in Khitan language, and one of them pulled out his waist knife and gestured at Song Wen and the others......

An Chun, who had learned a little Khitan from Daruchi, frowned and cursed: "Khitan dog, you dare to insult Lang Jun!"

Daruchi's face turned red, and he was about to step forward to persuade him...... Song Wen's face turned cold, and he glanced at An Chun next to him!

With a choking sound, the most well-built handguard saber in An Chun's hand suddenly came out of his body, and slashed at the scimitar in the hand of the Khitan guard......

The Khitan people didn't seem to expect that these Song people, who might be merchants, would dare to use knives with them without saying a word, and they only had time to raise the scimitar to resist An Chun, who was sitting on a horse and chopping......

With a crisp sound of the bell, the half-cut scimitar flew out diagonally, and the Khitan guard staggered back a few steps, looking at the half-cut knife in his hand in surprise......

Another guard next to him subconsciously drew his knife out of his body and forced An Chun and Song Wen over, Song Wen didn't move at all, but glanced at Daruchi who was a little stunned next to him.

Daruchi seemed to be enraged, and with a low roar, he pounced and grabbed the belt of the Khitan man one step at a time!

"My master is a guest of the little marquis, you dogs! Dead ......"

Exhaling like thunder, Daruchi actually lifted the Khitan guard high and threw it into the Khitan camp!

With a snap, the scimitar in the man's hand fell out a foot away, and his whole body was like falling apart, and he wailed loudly in pain.

More than a dozen Khitans rushed out of the camp tent with cold faces and scimitars and bows and arrows, and pounced directly on Song Wen and the five people......

An Chun roared in a low voice, his left hand held the round shield, the saber in his right hand hung down in front of Song Wen, and the other two Qingshan Battalion soldiers immediately held the sword and shielded Song Wen's sides, Daruchi took out a scimitar and kicked the guard who was still stunned to the ground, and roared: "Dogs, is there any warrior etiquette?"

Brother Yelu Mountain lifted the felt curtain and walked out, looked at Daluchi, who was loyal to Song Wen, with a slightly regretful look, and shouted: "What do you want to do?" Song Dongzhu was a guest of Ben Hou, and they all retreated. ”

A group of guards stroked their chests and saluted and slowly retreated, and Brother Yelu looked at Song Wen and several tall young soldiers beside Song Wen in a little surprise...... "It's been a long time, Lord Song!" ”

Song Wen turned over and dismounted and walked over, arching his hand and said, "Song Wen has seen the little marquis!"

Brother Yelu Mountain looked at Song Wen with a smile: "I haven't seen him for more than a year, Benhou has been officially canonized as the Marquis of Bohai by His Majesty the Emperor of Daliao, and that small character can be omitted."

"Oh? Congratulations to Master Hou! ”

When they entered the tent, a maid brought tea and refreshments. Brother Yelu looked at An Chun behind Song Wen and asked, "Good guard, good sword!"

Song Wen replied: "They are all teenagers who grew up with me, like brothers!" Master Hou, the liquor you brought back last time is still to the taste of the Khitan warriors?"

Brother Yelu said with a smile: "If you get straight to the point, then I won't go around in circles...... How much of this wine can you provide in a year? ”

Song Wen pondered for a moment and replied: "I haven't opened the road to the northwest yet, but I can do my best to satisfy the Hou Ye's side...... There is no problem with 5,000 to 7,000 altars a year! ”

Brother Yelu frowned...... "Less ......"

"The scale of my own village is limited, but maybe I will be able to occupy a larger territory next year, and I should be able to supply about 10,000 altars to Hou Ye in the next year!"