The weather in Wuzhou, with the advent of the autumn harvest, finally has a hint of relief.

It has been nearly two days since I stayed on the border of Wuzhou, in this small town called Dingyuan. Chen Jing was not in a hurry, going to the Yueren tribe from the border was the most dangerous. He needs to be a little more cautious.

"The owner, I've found it." In the inn, Sun Xiong's voice sounded. If memory serves, this should be the third round of manpower.

The pimps found in the first two rounds were not reliable. There was even one that said that if he gave twenty taels of silver, he could make the thieves welcome him and offer the sweet fruit of the mountain spring.

This is clearly! Those bandits can't go back to the Central Plains, there is no way back, God knows how many murders.

Stopping his thoughts, Chen Jing raised his head and looked at this round of people. To his slight surprise, it was actually a young man. Although he was wearing the costumes of the Central Plains, there were obvious battle marks of the Yue people on his face.

"Little grandson, who are you looking for? The eggs haven't grown yet! Xing Xiaojiu frowned and spoke.

"The owner, the ninth master, I heard that we were looking for someone, and he came by himself."

Chen Jing raised his hand and stopped Xing Xiaojiu's complaints. After knowing how to hide the big thing, he knows the truth that "people should not be disguised".

"Brother is a pimp?"

"No, I just happened to go back to the clan. I heard that you were looking for someone to bring with me, so I came. The young man replied, "Just give me the money, and I will take you there." ”

"Do you know the bandit's scoop boss?"

"I don't know, but I know the path, and I can go around the mountains."

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Originally, it was a tea horse road, but then there were too many people killed, and many horse runners did not dare to come and go, so the tea horse road was deserted."

Chen Jing lowered his head, considering the words of the young man in front of him.

There are only ten people under him, and the small-scale bandits are fine, but when they encounter the kind that has built a stockade, they can't touch it at all.

Other Central Plains pimps, not to be trusted. If you can't take the money, you will take the opportunity to run away. As for buying roads, it's also not a good way, if you buy the east house and don't buy the west house, the people in the west will kill you. Moreover, there are still a few merchants in this town, and it is estimated that they are the ones who raise bandits. If you stay any longer, I'm afraid that the night will be long and I will dream too much.

Stopping his thoughts, Chen Jing exhaled and looked at the Yueren boy in front of him again.

"What's your brother's name?"

"Pan Zi."

"How many taels of silver do you want?"

"Thirty taels, you can give it when you arrive."

Hearing this number, Chen Jinggang wanted to struggle, but unexpectedly, the Yueren young man in front of him had already drawn out his dagger, slashed his palm, and wiped the blood in his palm on his forehead.

"The Yue people live up to their oath, and please believe in it."

Seeing this scene, Chen Jing did not hesitate any longer, and left this Yue man as a guide to enter the Yue tribe.

……

In the autumn harvest season, at the border of Wuzhou, there is no fertile land, and there is no golden appearance.

"The last time I came, a lot of people here were growing rice." Sun Xiong also sighed, "But somehow, the big gentleman left on the front foot, and many fertile fields in Wuzhou were deserted. ”

In the six southern states, not only the rebellion of the four battalions of the barbarian mountains, but even those reforms that changed the law will be slowly eaten away by the old gate lords.

Mr. Big is in charge, and he can still hold down the southern gate valve. But now it is Hu Zun, the person in charge of the lamp who is so happy, as the veteran Liu Zun said, may not be a firm changer.

From the things that put down the rebellion in the barbarian mountains, we can see one or two.

In the end, the time to change the law is still too short. As a tree planter, Mr. Big couldn't wait for the fruit to grow, so he was recalled to the capital again.

Sometimes Chen Jing didn't understand what the new emperor sitting on the dragon chair thought. If you really want to fully support the change, you should give power to Mr. Big and replace the rotten blood of the dynasty.

"Little proprietor, don't discuss politics in the south, be careful of causing trouble." The five hundred merchant army that accompanied him, and one of the leading lieutenants, hesitated and whispered.

Chen Jing made a silent gesture, and a few people in the horse village stopped talking.

The young man who walked in front carried a bamboo basket, which was full of ground medicine bags, fabrics, and a few new short robes.

If you are not mistaken, after the bandits raged, there were fewer and fewer merchants entering the Yue tribe. There is no way for this Pan Zi, so he can only enter the border town by himself and barter back and forth.

"Dutou, let me ask more, didn't Mr. Big open a mutual market?"

"Once a month, it will be opened at the beginning of the month. If you miss the mutual market, you will have to wait for the next month. The small proprietor didn't know that the military expenditure of the merchant government was actually a little insufficient. Previously, General Liu planned to do it twice a month, but after going to the letter several times, there was no allocation from Huaizhou. ”

Chen Jing frowned.

The south seems to have fallen into an inexplicable downturn.

"Can the Shang army suppress bandits?"

"There have been a few rounds of suppression, but the mountains in this area are dense, and there are old forests to cover, these thieves are screaming in the wind, and they can't be caught at all."

Lieutenant Xiao paused, "There are people in the city to help them, and as soon as I leave the army, someone will report the news." ”

"Dutou, aren't you a person who is a business helmer?"

The little lieutenant smiled bitterly and did not answer.

was silent all the way, which was equivalent to going to the fourteenth or fifth mile, the captain stopped, and there seemed to be a lot of persuasion on his face, but there was no persuasion in the end.

"Chen Xiaodong, please be careful all the way."

Just like the head-hunting in Luzhou, in this world, there are always some people who don't want to get dirty and work hard to live.

Chen Jing clenched his fists.

When the little lieutenant turned around, he suddenly remembered something.

"Little proprietor, if you encounter the carriage of the merchant rudder, please stay away."

……

Following Pan Zi into the path, Chen Jing asked about Shang Helm.

"Yes, every few days, there will be people who come into the Yue people's tribe to collect ores, animal skins, and some mountain ginseng medicinal materials." Pan Zi replied honestly.

"The bandits don't block them?" Xing Xiaojiu next to him opened his eyes wide, his face full of incredulity, "Then what, pick us to block?" ”

Chen Jing understood that the merchants who entered Wuzhou, whether they were in the middle of the road or blocked in Dingyuan Town, were mostly the dirty methods of these merchants.

In this kind of world, every step you take out, you must carefully step into the sea of swords, mountains and fires.

"Boss, how can you be unreasonable?"

"A big fist is the biggest truth." Chen Jing spoke calmly. From Ping'an Town to Wuzhou, which step, he is not trying to survive in the cracks.

You only have a big fist, and even if you just let out a fart, others will tremble. On the contrary, it is a pawn who crosses the river and crosses the sea in a lonely boat.

"Chen Dongjia, it's time to go to the tea horse road!"

I don't know how long it took to follow Pan Zi around the forest before he got out from the other side. In the distance, I saw a rugged mountain road. At first glance, it is extremely steep, and it slopes like a ladder.

The people of Chenjia Horse Village were originally a little worried.

But with Pan Zi's sudden words, one by two, their faces became solemn.

"In the past, when the big gentleman in the Central Plains had not yet opened the mutual market, many men from the horse racing gang took this kind of tea horse road, if you are afraid, I will find another way."

Xing Xiaojiu stiffened his neck and looked back at the fellow Zhuangren.

"I, Xing Xiaojiu, asked, do you have any eggs?"

"Ninth Master, it's all hanging! Two big lumps! The rest of the Zhuang people raised their faces covering the bamboo hats, and all raised their knives and laughed.

Chen Jing only listened, and a burst of inexplicable relief slowly came to his heart.