The Princess of Northern Land

He looked at Ma Zhicai sternly, with a strong warning in his eyes.

"Yes, sir." Ma Zhicai was a little excited after easily receiving a hundred taels of silver notes, and his attitude towards the young Tatar became much more respectful.

Ma Erlang looked at Ma Zhicai with some envy. His nephew got money much faster than him. He thought that he had been living in the North for more than a year before he could save a little money. He was indeed a scholar and his brain was really good.

"Go down." The young Tatar stared at him for a while. Ma Zhicai looked calm and did not show any panic.

"My lord, take your leave." He lowered his head and turned to leave as if he was very respectful.

"Sometimes being smart will lead to a quick death." Just when he was about to take one foot out of the door, the young Tatar said softly as if unintentionally.

Ma Zhicai paused, and the young Tatar narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

Ma Zhicai continued to walk out, while Ma Erlang stood among the Tatars, not daring to move a step.

"You are a very good nephew. Go ahead. You have been away from home for a long time. Just take the money back." The young Tatar threw a fifty-tael silver note and went out.

"Thank you, sir." Ma Erlang immediately knelt down to thank him. Then when he saw Tatar nodded, he packed up the banknotes and hurried out.

"Sir?" After Ma Erlang also walked away, all the adults in the room looked at the young man nervously.

"Don't worry, wait until Huda buys the things." The young man felt that he should change the direction of his inquiry. Thinking of the situation in the North, his face became solemn, "It turned out that we were all wrong. We just turned the Great Qin Emperor against the North. The threat was passed back, but he didn't notice that there was another surprise."

"Damn it, who would have thought that someone could grow rice in a ghost place like the Northland?" A Tatar swore.

"Let that little boy pay more attention and see how the rice and corn yields are."

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War requires knowing yourself and the enemy, and food is undoubtedly an important factor in determining war. If the North wants to win this war, it must be fully prepared.

"You were too reckless just now. The Tatars have always been barbaric. It would be unjust to die in their hands." In Ma Zhicai's room, Ma Erlang was scolding him in a low voice.

Ma Zhicai didn't say anything, he was a bit reckless, but he also successfully attracted the attention of the Tatars.

"Don't take it seriously. After getting along for a long time, you will know. When working with Tatars, you have to keep your head in your belt. This is why I stopped you in the first place." At this point , Ma Erlang was a little sad, "You are my nephew. Although I have fooled around a bit, I will not harm you. Listen to me, if you see Tatars in the future, you should stay away."

"Why doesn't Second Uncle leave?" Ma Zhicai asked with a chuckle.

"If I could leave, I would have left long ago." Ma Erlang looked pale. He would not tell Ma Zhicai that he had killed people in the border town in order to make the Tatars trust him. If what he had done was revealed, he would be dead. Moreover, he couldn't go back to Shili Village at all. The sky was huge, but there was no place for him, Ma Erlang, so he could only follow the Tatars and live day by day.

Ma Zhicai didn't say anything after listening, but Ma Erlang said it nicely. He, Ma Zhicai, has already taken the Tatar money and wants to withdraw and hide away. It is simply a foolish dream. Moreover, why should he withdraw? King Ling and Lin Ziyin have cut off his retreat. Could it be that he can only live in the North in ignorance for the rest of his life and be a nobody?