Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

"Report—the Sirius Army has attacked three camps. According to what we have received so far, most of their troops are attacking the city of Husi Ordu." A post soldier rushed here to bring the latest news.

"What did you say?" Yueyue roared, "Hu Si's ear?"

At this moment, Qin Juan still doesn't know that Hu Si Or'er is the place where Yiwen Wang's son Yueyue's uncle was stationed, and it was also the place where his father Yiwen stayed for a long time, and that place carried his childhood.

"Prince Yiwen, do you need soldiers to take you there?" an adult asked.

"Please." Said Yue Yue through gritted teeth.

The grown-up wondered: "In the current situation, I can only send fifty cavalry to take you there."

Said: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

In Qin Juan's view, fifty cavalry was not a small number. After counting the number every day, he took Qin Juan to leave here and headed for Husi Orer.

"Husi's ear is too far away, at least it will take at least a month."

The cavalry leading the way told them, "After arriving in Chachi, Hu Si's ear is close to us..."

Qin Juan no longer remembers where Chachi is, but since it is the place where they came from the east, he should have passed by when he was young, but there are three main roads going west and returning east, and it is possible that he did not take Chachi's road.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Nunu Mohe, wondering if Nunu was still alive.

"Qin! Hurry up." In front of him, Yueyue turned around and urged.

Qin Juan came to his senses, whipped his horse and caught up with them.

The days of traveling are tiring and boring.And they had to dodge the army of Sirians.

"Are there so many of them, divided into three groups?" It was night, when they were resting around the campfire, Qin Juan asked.

Because they didn't meet the post soldiers in the past two days, they seemed a little uneasy.

The post soldiers will not be interrupted. They travel between various camps in the desert grassland. If they are suddenly interrupted, there is only one possibility, and they will be killed.

That means that some camps were occupied by the enemy, the post soldiers were killed, and the news was interrupted.

"Let's guess 20." Yue Yue said intuitively.

Qin Juan couldn't imagine how many people there were.

"Do they have so many people in one clan?" Qin Juan guessed from other people's explanation of the Dayin clan that this clan does not occupy many geographical locations and has lived in severe cold areas for a long time, so the number of people in the clan should not be too many.

"Hired conscripts should have linked up with other clansmen. This is a common practice on the grasslands, so I suspect that the Great Yintian werewolf should be used by others." Said day in a deep voice.

Qin Juan looked at him in a daze, and didn't expect that the two of them thought of one place.

"So we arrived at Anton's Camp just when Anton received a call from the Sirius Army? So Anton took the opportunity to leave Xuebietai?" Qin Juan said.

Yue Yue smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said, "It's possible, but it may also be because of other news." For example, news from Dadu (the Mongolian people have rebuilt Dadu for many years at this time, and Dadu is the central capital of Jin).

Qin Juan looked around and didn't ask any more questions. He lay down and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, as if he realized that he had been on his way since he could remember.

From Jiangzuo, where he can no longer remember his face, to the Kingdom of Jin, then to the Hexi Corridor, then to the desert, to the grassland, to Samarkand...

Jiang Zuo has lost the color in his memory in the flickering, and what is left to him is only the little bridge Chun Nuan...

Now he can't even tell which county, town, or bridge his home is in.

Time has worn away his childhood thoughts, worn away his edges and corners, and made him, who has just stepped into his youth, become such a temperament...

There is neither Ayiga's publicity and coldness, nor does he follow one's inclinations every day, nor does he have the pure kindness and detachment like a fox.

He thought that he had gradually failed to understand himself.

When he was young, he dealt with Yingzhong, a slave slave in order to survive, but now he is involved in the civil strife among Mongolians.

In a trance, he understood that his childhood and youth were full of involuntary sadness.

He was confused again.

"how come you are still up?"

Yue Yue's face appeared above his head.

Qin Juan suddenly felt that the ugly day he had looked at in the past suddenly didn't look so ugly.

After passing through the three cities of Wakesh, Hali, and Dodoer, he discovered that there are more and more regular Mongolian troops stationed here.

This is the area completely under the control of the Mongols.

"There are still three days to reach Chachi." The cavalry leading the way told them.

Chachi is an important town from the East out of the Western Regions and from the Western Regions to the West. It has not changed its name for hundreds of years.

The population of the town is not small, mostly Han Chinese and Mongols from the Kingdom of Jin, and there are also quite a few Jurchen, Khitan, Huihui, and Tangut people. Of course, there are also business travelers from the west staying here.

Five years have passed, and once again set foot on the land to the west of the Dayin Mountains, hear the lingering Chinese, and see the plaques of the Han merchants hanging high in the town... Qin Juan only feels sore nose and swollen eye sockets, If your throat is choked by something, you cannot swallow.

Pain, pain all over my body.

"Rest here for one night." Yue Yue suddenly ordered.

The cavalry leading the way looked at him blankly: "Your Majesty, this place is not safe." Although he had not yet entered the city of Chachi, most of the shops outside the city were closed and looked extremely depressed. Only the elderly walked on the road. Most of the young and middle-aged were conscripted. They still don't know if the Sirius Army has been here.

"By the way, find out what happened in the past few days." Riri ordered with a sullen brow, and the man had already dismounted.

His tone could no longer be rejected by the cavalry, so they had no choice but to obey his orders, but because there were too many of them, it was definitely impossible not to attract attention.

After getting in touch with the garrisoned Mongolian army, they learned that the Sirius army had come a few days ago, the scale was small, and they had dealt with it.

Now they have roughly figured out that the main purpose of the Sirius Army is the Mongolian camp near Guoyue, and the Husi Ordu camp, which is exactly the camp of Xuebietai and the camp of Xiji's father, Xishan. .

"Because killing these two places can form a pincer attack on the Pamir Plateau and the Kunlun Mountains." After listening for a while, Qin Juan said.

The cavalry leading the way were all stunned, obviously not expecting this 11-year-old child to have such insight, but this child also explained the mystery in one word.

Day and day, as well as the cavalry and the Mongolian adults in Chachicheng who supported them, they couldn't help being puzzled.

"It's not like the honest people of the Dayin tribe can think of it, or they don't have such vicious thoughts." A cavalry said.

Lying on his back every day, he casually asked the Mongolian officials: "So many days have passed, have you not found out which tribes the Sirius Army has besides the Dayin people?"

The Mongolian officials were taken aback, unable to answer for a long time.

"Okay, you can retreat first. After a night's rest, I will go to Husi Wuer. The number of Sirius soldiers has broken through the sky and only 20. One hundred thousand will be used to deal with General Xuebietai, and there will be another hundred thousand Go deal with my uncle, there aren't many people who come to check Chi, so just keep it safe."

"Yes, Wang Shizi is safe, and the officials have retired."

Yueyue gave Qin Juan a bag of money to prepare a little dinner, after all they had been on the road for so many days, they didn't have a good meal.

The 52 people wanted to eat, Qin Juan didn't bother to think so much and went to the street to find a cook, and then went to the market to buy seven or eight sheep and some fruits and vegetables.

Seeing you every day, I just feel that the little wolf cub has become lazy after following him for so long...

The cook and the cavalry leading the way worked together to handle the eight sheep. Their movements were so fast that Qin Juan thought of a word "handy with ease".

Qin Juan saw that the cavalry leading the way wrapped something he had just cut in a bag and put it in a bag. He couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

The cavalry leading the way: "Sheep balls, and kidneys, good things, save them on the road and eat slowly."

"..." Qin Juan blushed and was speechless.

When several roasted whole sheep were erected together, the cavalry were all happy and danced around the stove, and every day also took off his coat and danced like a girl.

Qin Juan was sitting and watching how Chachi's cook was roasting the lamb, but he couldn't hold back his singing and started to sway...

Qin Juan was tired from dancing, and when he sat down, the cook was almost ready.

The lamb roasted on the bonfire has begun to emit oil, and the cook is now stuffing the lamb's stomach with mutton, which is shaved from the thigh of the lamb, and then stuffing a lot of spices, filling the whole lamb belly bag Throw it into the charcoal fire...

There was a burst of white smoke "squeaking".

Qin Juan had never seen this kind of practice before, and only found it novel.

He said: "After roasting the mutton pouch, cut it open with scissors. The meat inside can be eaten directly. The aroma of the meat is overflowing. The aromas of cumin, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, pepper, and these spices all penetrate into the meat through the mutton oil. The mutton inside is charred and tender, and I like mutton sacs the most." Qin Juan knew that this idiot Wang Shizi would immediately become a literati as soon as he talked about food... However, now even he is about to be criticized by this idiot. I stopped swallowing.

After they were full of wine and food, ten people were left to watch the night, and the rest rested on the couch.

For safety, they booked the entire inn. The inn is very large, and it is enough for more than forty people to sleep.

A good night's sleep, until the next morning, when they were about to leave, a young man appeared at the door of the inn on a horse, with a sleeping child in his arms.

Before he stepped into the inn, he was stopped by the night guard.

"I want to see Prince Yiwen's son!" The young man shouted loudly.

"I was noisy early in the morning..." Riichi rubbed his sore and swollen forehead, he is rather strange that if he sleeps for a long time, he will get a headache when he wakes up early, and his eyes will be swollen, so at the moment, Riri is in a particularly bad mood...

Qin Juan had breakfast several tables away from him.

"It's a young man in his 30s who claims to be a retainer of the Boyawu tribe."

Yue Yue frowned upon hearing this, and Qin Juan also looked over.

Said: "Tell him to come in."

He asked the cavalry to wait outside the inn, leaving Qin Juan alone.

The young man walked into the inn with Song Man in his arms, who was still sound asleep, and bowed to Yue Yue: "My lord, Mr. An Dong has rebelled, and I escaped with Young Master Song Man."

Hearing this, Qin Juan was taken aback, and couldn't help looking at Songman in the arms of the young man. He said that Anton was Songman's uncle every day, so what should Songman do?

He tightened his fingers every day, glanced at Song Man from the corner of the eye, and seemed to take a deep breath, and took a long time to fetch the goat milk on the table, took a few sips and said, "You want to cause trouble for this prince, this You have brought the child here, so you are afraid that this son will kill him?"

Hearing this, the young man knelt down: "Thank you, Prince Wang, for taking in Young Master Songman."

"Okay, hurry up and adopt him to me tomorrow, and make him my son."

"This..." The young man stood there in a daze, if he seriously talked about the generation of Boyawu son Huhu or the uncle of Prince Yiwen's son, wouldn't he be messing around.

Qin Juan felt speechless and trembled his lips. He even thought that this guy probably wanted to take advantage of Fox.