Chapter 1244 is wandering blindly

"Feng Rushan, you said that the two of us can hide from the Turkic Huns by painting a wolf head tattoo on our bodies, are they so stupid?"

In front of a humble tea stall on the side of the road, Murong Xuefei wore a black veil and yawned a little boredly.

In fact, the so-called tea stall is just a table under a thick old willow tree, and there is only one kind of tea, which is the most ordinary milk tea made from tea bricks mixed with goat's milk, Murong Xuefei is very unaccustomed to the strange taste of milk tea, and she didn't drink a sip, but the price is not expensive, as long as there are two white shields in a bowl, a big bowl, Murong Xuefei doesn't care.

They didn't stop to drink tea, but to let themselves and Linma rest their feet.

Murong Xuefei actually prefers the vigorous leopard horse, but unfortunately, Feng Rushan is reluctant to be in the limelight, and the leopard horse is too expensive, so in the end, they still rode a horse each.

Linma has a docile temperament, good endurance, great strength, and can bear weight, but the speed is average, especially the speed of sprinting, and it is not an excellent war horse, but as a mount for transportation, it is not bad.

Although there are storage rings, the necessities of life that a wandering hunter should have, such as tents, bows, arrows, weapons, etc., still have to be placed on the back of the horse in disguise.

The Turk-Hun grassland also has its own currency, they are called shield coins, for the sake of simplicity, human beings directly correspond to white, blue, purple, and Venus coins, called white shields, blue shields, purple shields and gold shields, and the ratio of shield coins and the corresponding star coins to the black market is almost 1 to 1.

"Uncle Shi, if they really investigate, they will definitely not be able to hide it, but if they have nothing to do, who will check the identities of the three ordinary little people,......。 ”

Terran merchants who got permission could also walk in the Qinke grassland, but it was not difficult to imagine that there were quite inconveniences, and in the end, Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei still accepted Di Yuanfang's construction, made a fake identity certificate, and turned into the three blue wolf tribesmen with the largest number of people among the Turkic and Hungarian people.

The Turkic and Hungarian tribes are almost not much different from the human race in appearance, of course, small differences, such as eye color and the like, are still slightly different, but between the large and small tribes of the Turkic and Hungarian tribes, the appearance is not exactly the same, which is not a fundamental obstacle for Feng Rushan and them.

The Turkic Huns believe in the wolf god, several tribes are known as the descendants of the wolf, all the Turkic Huns, there is a wolf head pattern on the body, most of them are tattooed when they are born, and it is said that there are a very small number of lucky people, they are born, Feng Rushan them, they also had to tattoo a wolf head tattoo each, the legend is responsible for the tattoo is the master of the Turkic Huns, as for the effect, only God knows, anyway, the fee is not cheap, to 1 gold coin.

Since he dares to open such a high price, and it is said to be a century-old brand, Feng Rushan believes that it is not a big problem to deal with the general situation, as for special occasions, this, it depends on luck.

"Master, wife, let's go to the foot of the mountain over there, I'll boil water for the master and wife to make tea, or I'll let the boss make two bowls of ramen?"

"The lord doesn't look very smart, how did he learn the Hungarian language all at once, the lord is the lord. ”

He Shuang is also not used to the smell of milk tea.

Although He Shuang also doesn't like to eat ramen made from large pieces of beef and mutton, it is already winter, and eating a bowl of hot ramen can keep out the cold.

Talking between the three of them, Feng Rushan spoke Turkic-Hungarian language, while Murong Xuefei was still accustomed to the language of the Terran race, but He Shuang knew that if needed, Murong Xuefei could also talk to people in Turkic-Hungarian language.

The gap between the Turkic and Hungarian languages and the languages of the human race is not too big, but it is not something that can be learned in three or five days, He Shuang began to learn the Turkic and Hungarian languages in Qingtian City, and he still stammered and was not fluent, while Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei spoke correctly and roundly, that is, Wen Zou Zou was a little too written.

"Xiaobei, tea, it's not something that our wandering wolf people can afford to drink, milk tea tastes very good, drink more and get used to it. ”

Since he pretended to be a member of the blue wolf clan, the name, of course, must also have the style of the blue wolf clan, Feng Rushan's new name is still Mu Yan, Murong Xuefei's name is Mu Xue, and He Shuang's name is directly called Gabei, it is said that they are all very common names of the Turkic and Hun people, however, except for Feng Rushan's attention to changing his words, Murong Xuefei couldn't adapt to it for a while, as for He Shuang, she didn't have the opportunity to call Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei by name.

The Turkic and Hungarian people are mainly nomadic herders, but not every Turkic and Hungarian people have their own pastures and flocks, and wandering and traveling idlers are not uncommon.

Feng Rushan positioned himself as an unlucky ghost who lost his pasture in the last heavy snowfall, and still had a little money in his hand, walking around the grassland, seeing the world, and at the same time, looking for opportunities.

The owner of the tea stall was a listless old man, and the old sheepskin jacket on his body was also in tatters, and he poured three bowls of tea and returned to his humble little tent.

Of course, Feng Rushan also knew that He Shuang didn't necessarily want to eat the old man's ramen, the old man really had ramen, and she didn't necessarily dare to eat it, but she was tired.

The winter of Qinke grassland, the cold wind is like a knife, and the ice and snow are all over the ground, which is not a good season for tourism and going out.

"Feng Rushan, why don't we go directly to Lahasa to try our luck, wandering around here, I don't think it's useless, it's just a waste of time,......。 ”

In the blink of an eye, they entered the Qinke grassland, more than two months have passed, according to Murong Xuefei's idea, since there is Gangsha in the cold stone, then go to Lahasa to find the cold stone, simple, direct, if you are lucky, you may not be able to find Gangsha, at most, it will take a few more years of effort, you can always find it.

However, Feng Rushan has his own plans.

According to the information obtained by Feng Rushan, cold stones are indeed not rare in the Lahasa Desert, but most of the areas that produce a large number of cold stones, especially high-quality cold stones, are in the hands of powerful tribes, and they do not have so much financial resources to buy them only by spending money, and they do not have a suitable identity.

The cold stone is a luxury ornament in the Turkic and Hungarian people, and a little deflated three suddenly went to buy a large number of cold stones, which is no different from a fat sheep running into the wolves.

The key is that, according to Feng Rushan's estimates, from the ordinary stone to identify which one is a cold stone, and from the cold stone to find Gangsha, the Turkic Hun must have a special method, by no means to break every cold stone to see, but unfortunately, for the monopoly of this kind of advanced knowledge, the Turkic Hun is exactly the same as other places, Feng Rushan can not find any relevant information.

Therefore, Feng Rushan's plan was to slowly blend into the upper circle of the Turkic and Hun people in a natural and unobtrusive way, and wait until he mastered the know-how of exploring the cold stone and Gangsha before considering the next move.

However, to squeeze into the upper echelons of the Turkic Huns, Feng Rushan has no good way, so he can only take the stupidest old method, hoping to meet a noble son who is in distress, and the most likely to be a fallen prince is naturally the place of conquest, so in the past two months, Feng Rushan has been moving around in several tribes attacked by the White Horse Army, according to Murong Xuefei's words, it is just wandering, but unfortunately, his luck is average.

Small-scale wolves and fights, they did encounter a few, but there was no one who needed to be rescued, the fallen son.

Moreover, the White Horse Army has attacked several small tribes, and they have won successive battles, but with the advent of winter, the White Horse Army has retreated to the territory of the human race, resting, and it will be possible to launch a new attack at least next spring, Murong Xuefei felt that there was little hope, and slowly became a little impatient.

"Uncle Shi, when the White Horse Army is on the offensive, the grassland people have the same hatred for the enemy, even if they are defeated, they can't be called difficult, the three of us or two of us, it is not very useful, and the side that loses in the ensuing infighting may lose completely, which is the real difficulty, and we have a chance,......。 ”

The old power structure was destroyed or changed by the White Horse Army, and in the process of establishing a new balance, there will be a large number of frustrated people, and Feng Rushan has his own ideas about the withdrawal of the White Horse Army, but it is not easy to explain it clearly to Murong Xuefei.

"Hmph! ”

Being reasonable is not Murong Xuefei's strong point.

In fact, the most promising thing to find Hanshi and Gangsha is to follow Di Yuanfang's caravan, however, the black market business has a lot of taboos, many constraints, and many things, it is very inconvenient to do it, the key is that Murong Xuefei is not used to giving hands to others, she likes to make her own decisions, she is used to it, and she is free.

Di Yuanfang's caravan is not inferior to the two of them, and as for Li Ling's matter, it is not inferior to the two of them.

"Uncle Shi, I'll ask the boss if he has fresh green onion oil, and I'll roast the wolf for Uncle Shi to eat later." ”

The Turkic and Hungarian people take beef and mutton as the staple food, and Lazi oil is a necessary thing to remove mutton gas, and roast wolves can also be used.

"Coward! the roasted wolf is so bad that it doesn't work. ”

Although the Turkic and Hun people believe in the wolf god, but the wild wolf pack, but the shepherd and sheep on the Qinke grassland is the biggest threat, in the long winter, there are hungry wild wolves gathered into a large group, attack the small settlement, and even the whole tribe of things happen, therefore, kill the wolf barbecue, not only do not commit taboo, but also a rather admirable heroic act, and the taste of the roast wolf meat is also good, and the roast mutton has its own merits.

As for Feng Rushan's craftsmanship, this is worse than He Shuang.

Barbecue is a delicate job, Feng Rushan, often wandering when barbecuing.

"Well, the master is back so soon?"

Feng Rushan would rather dangle in the war zone than go to the Lahasa Desert to smash stones quietly, why did he become a coward, He Shuang couldn't understand, as for the connection between the taste of roast wolf meat and whether it was promising, it was even more incredible, but for Murong Xuefei's words, He Shuang was slowly getting used to it.