Chapter 251: The East Wind is Coming

Human beings are social animals, lonely lone travelers are inseparable from firewood, rice, oil and salt, and hermits in the mountains cannot escape the physical struggle.

Cities fundamentally exist for two purposes: to defend and to survive.

There were more than 100 men with knives and guns standing on the tall and solid walls, and people knew that they were protected. The vendors in the bazaar were selling and the people were communicating with each other, and people knew that their needs would be met.

In today's Ganzhou City, the black-clothed fan on the city wall is holding a knife, his eyes are looking outside the city, and he is also looking inside the city, and it seems that the duty of guarding should be a question mark.

As for the bazaar, it became a joke. The city gates are tightened, the inside and outside are isolated, and the people in the city are empty, and the sense of crisis is increasing day by day. And the people outside the city are not having a good time, and the goods of the herds of mules and horses are sometimes not as valuable as a loaf of bread.

"Niang Xipi, the iron pot brought by Lao Tzu has not yet made money, so I will pay taxes to a seller of baked cakes first, I'll bah!" Zhao Dequan, a porcelain merchant from Jingdezhen who came from thousands of miles, held a steaming baked cake in his hand, sat on an upside-down blue and white porcelain vase, spit on the ground fiercely, bit two mouthfuls of cakes, and scolded and refused to rest, but his voice was not very high, for fear of being heard by Lao Zhou, who was not far away.

The old Zhou in Zhao Dequan's mouth is not a cake seller, but it is not too much, he is a big merchant who sells noodles from Shanxi, and the name of Lao Zhou is newly acquired recently.

There is no grain and millet on the grassland, every year in the market, Zhou Da'an always has to bring dozens of cars mixed with sand of white noodles to make a profit, this year is good, not waiting to be sent out of Longmen Pass, first in Ganzhou City was eaten by his own people a seven, seven, eighty, eight, eight, things are scarce and expensive, he earned more than in previous years, a bunch of folds on the white fat face with a smile, and occasionally pointed to the Dongchang in the city and scolded a few words of "black dog," in private, I really want to give the factory of the East Factory a longevity tablet.

"Bear with it, bear with it again, and when Chongyang arrives, let's just sell the things. ”

"Hurry up Chongyang, this day is really difficult. Someone next to him came over, crying and mourning, and holding half a cake in his hand: "We eat rice, and we came here to Kenshazi noodles, and the food I feed to dogs in my house is better than this thing." ”

The complaints of four or five people are naturally just the whispers of idiots, God is high, fiddling with the hourglass of time, the sand will be reversed when it runs out, and the eyes wander around, only paying attention to the interesting world for a moment, naughtily pulling the golden thread of fate, creating an unexpected.

The sun rises and sets, and the city wall of Longmen Pass is not visible at a glance, and spreads zigzag into the distance. On the city wall, there are still those veterans standing guard, the symbolic meaning is far greater than the substance, if there is really an enemy attack, support for a moment, light the wolf smoke is still enough, the rest is to pray for the early arrival of reinforcements.

The red horses were pulled by the reins and stood up and neighed loudly. Hu Che'er raised his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and smiled: "You see, Wu Kedi didn't lie to me, the guards were so lax, the horse's hooves kicked it over." ”

"But what you said about entering the customs is not entering the customs, but someone will give us the customs!" questioned the patriarch of the Wugutai tribe on the side.

"That's right, we are no more expensive now than we were back then, and our sons and daughters are very expensive, but we can't die in the city. ”

"You said that as long as you enter the customs and walk around, you will have a big harvest, and you will not be held accountable, I still don't believe it. ”

"I don't believe it either. ”

"That's enough!" Hu Che'er shouted loudly, looking back at the chiefs and leaders, fierce and aggressive: "I repeat, their Han people have made a mess on their own, and they want to use our strength." We just enter the customs and walk around and there will be great wealth down, gold, women, as long as you take it away, they will give it, I see such a good thing before you tell you, if you don't want to... Then I didn't say it!"

"Smack!"

The horsewhip exploded in the air, and everyone was startled and did not dare to say anything more.

Think about it, the situation in front of you is also in the clear place, if you follow Hu Che'er to do it, there will be no profit or loss, and if you run... Even if the most powerful yellow croaker tribe is not investigated, and the day of action is chosen in Chongyang, their mutual market will not be opened, and they can't run in vain, right?

"Hu Che'er, I can fight with you, but I want you to give you a guarantee. ”

"Yi Muqi, we are also old friends, you should know that I am Hu Che'er, you can say anything directly. ”

"On the day of Chongyang, my black bone platform couldn't enter the customs first. Yi Muqi gritted his teeth and said.

"Then you're going to follow behind and eat the horse's butt?" Hu Che'er looked at Yi Muqi mockingly.

"When the sheep are finally divided, we can divide a little less, and the sheep's head will be given to you!"

The meaning of sharing sheep on the grassland is the same as that of bandits and bandits, and the sheep's head represents the greatest benefit.

"That's it... Hu Che'er raised his head and looked at a few people around him: "What about you?

"Yes, you yellow croakers are ahead, and the sheep's head is for you. ”

"You can pick the rest first!"

"I'm the same as Yi Muqi. Another person said: "Hu Che'er, it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that the Han people are deceitful, and I'm afraid that you are also deceived." ”

Hu Che'er's eyes rolled, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while, but fortunately, he was not alone. Turning his head to look at Dao Yan on horseback, he saw that he nodded without a trace, and suddenly had confidence in his heart: "Okay, according to what you said, the sheep's head belongs to my yellow croaker department, and you will enter the customs with me!"

"Good!"

"Immortal Heaven is above, I am Yi Muqi. ”

"I'm A. ”

"I'm Komula. ”

"I am willing to hunt Nanguan with Hu Che'er of the Yellow Fish Department, if you have a different heart, you will abandon it for eternity!"

"Immortal Heaven forsakes!"

At the same time, at the head of the Longmen Gate, under the swagger of the military flag, Wu Ke's opponent stroked the bluestone and smiled at a cloud: "On the day of Chongyang, you will kill the people on this wall, open the gate, and then welcome them in, and you will have ten thousand gold, is this business very good?"

"Although a cloud is just a horse thief, Wan Jin is not in his eyes. A cloud smiled slightly, and the wind was light: "It's what I said to the general before... ”

"Then it depends on how this battle turns out. Wu Kedi continued: "If 10,000 people die under my command, it is nothing to take in all your 5,000 bandits." ”

"Three thousand, the villain is not so greedy. A cloud shook its head.

"On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, I will arrange for 5,000 old and weak soldiers to guard the pass. If you can kill them all, I will take your three thousand. ”

In this way, the villain thanked him in advance. A cloud bowed slightly, humbly saluting.