On the eighth day of the expedition, Qin Chuan met the first Jianzhou Jurchen person he had met since he traveled through time.

The first impression he gave was Hao, very Hao.

There is an iron helmet with a marten hat on his head. The furry ears of the marten hat cover both sides of his head tightly. There is also a marten scarf around his neck, covering his neck and mouth, which is both warm and protecting his neck.

He was not wearing bright armor, but a fur coat made of various furs had a thick defense. He should have cotton armor inside, maybe there was iron armor on cloth, and he was extremely bloated, like a bear.

Such a fur can't be settled in later generations without tens of thousands of dollars.

Qin Chuan only asked Zhao Wu and others to sweep outside the Bithead Pass, and only a few spies were scattered around the Qingshui River area, pretending to be on guard against the horse bandits.

As soon as the Jiannu spy appeared, Qin Chuan's spy slowly took it back and let the other party get closer.

Then, the Jiannu looked at the grain transport team on a low ridge two hundred steps away.

"Go and tell him in Mongolian language that this is the goods of the Jurchens in Guihua City, and let him make less of this batch of food." Qin Chuan turned his head and said to him for a night beside him.

Both Manchu and Mongolian languages ​​were very skilled in the night, and Zhao Wu specially left him to Qin Chuan as a translator.

Immediately, he rode his horse to approach Jiannu, and the other party also chatted with each other. Not long after, he ran back to find Qin Chuan.

"The great manager, he said he was a subordinate of Meleezhen Ashan, Zhengbai Banner of Guihua City, and asked them to go with him to find Ashan."

"Haha." Qin Chuan smiled, "Tell him that we will not go with him, but will only go to the agreed place and ask him to go back and notify Ashan that we have a grain transport team that we will leave the customs from the tilt gate and will soon arrive at the agreed place, so that he can quickly prepare all the goods we want."

"yes."

I went there again if I didn't collect that night.

After a long chat, Jiannu seemed to be angry, cursed for a few words, then turned his horse's head and rushed towards Guihua City.

Qin Chuan said to the side again: "Go a few people and stare at that kid. Don't get too close. Pay attention to the movements in Guihua City. Then send someone to inform Zhao Wu and ask him to stop when he sees it is better. Don't make that area too nervous, so as not to arouse Ashan's alertness."

"yes."

Li Dingliang, who was beside him, nodded and gave a few instructions to the back, and soon a few riders dispersed.

...

Fan Yongdou personally led the 700 Jiading Hospital to protect the hospital, transporting 1,000 stones of grain and dozens of trucks of iron tools, and arrived at Bietou Pass two days earlier than the grain transport team.

These grains and iron tools were raised in Xuanda area. They were transported out of customs together after they were brought to the Qingshui River area north to trade with the Jianzhou Jurchens.

In the Jieshi period, there were 7,000 stones of grain and 100 large trucks of ironware, mostly iron pots, with a total of more than 6,000 pieces.

After a little rest, Fan Yongdou spent 200 stones of grain and 200 taels of silver to break through the leap. On the one hand, he sent people to pick up the grain transport team, and on the other hand, he sent twenty spies to the area outside the border, and several of them were in the direction of Guihua City to connect with the Jianzhou Jurchens.

Outside the Bietou Pass, it is still in the Loess Plateau area, with endless loess mountains everywhere, with valleys and earth valleys crisscrossing and the terrain is extremely complex.

After the Fan family's spies came out of seclusion, they quickly dispersed, traveled dozens of miles away, and sentrying back and forth.

Four of them followed four different routes toward Guihua City.

One of them happened to encounter a golden jackal on the way. After shooting it with an arrow, he took advantage of the sunset and found a mountain ridge, caught a fire in the leeward, and prepared a good meal of barbecue.

But before the meat was baked, a burst of rapid horse hooves came.

The spy hurriedly picked up the long sword and bow and arrow, quickly climbed up the ridge, and quietly nested behind a large stone.

I saw a man holding a big gun riding his horse, and when he arrived next to the fire, he looked around and then turned over and dismounted, inserted the big gun on the ground. The big horse's golden knife sat next to the fire and roasted the unripe golden jackal.

The spy on the ridge was very annoyed. The other party didn't say anything, and Dalala took his flesh. There was no such truth in the world.

With the help of the cover of stone pestles and weeds, he quietly approached the big gun man like a leopard staring at his prey.

Within fifty steps, he was confident that he would take the other person's life with one arrow.

But before fifty steps, the man stood up slowly, turned around, and looked at him indifferently.

The spy was surprised, and then he was stunned again, because the man with big gun looked familiar.

"Liao Sanqin?"

The spy tried to ask.

The man with big gun was Liao Sanliang. After squinting his eyes and looking at the other party for a few times, he sneered: "I think who is not eye-catching? It turns out to be an iron chicken head."

The spy named Iron Chicken Head put away his bow and arrow, walked out from behind the pile of stones, and smiled and said, "It's really your boy. I heard that you and the brothers from Zhen'anbao made your heads, and then followed Zhao Wu to the south. How could he appear here now?"

"Come out and find some food."

Liao Sanqian sat down again, turned the fire with the sticks strung with golden jackals, and asked back, "What about you? I heard that your Wrangler's Castle will run away a long time ago, including your iron chicken head, how could you appear here now?"

Tie Chicken Head did not rush to answer, but sat down through the fire and said mysteriously: "Liao Sanqian, brother, I will introduce you to a trick to keep you healthy and delicious food and drink, and you can save a lot of money every year."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I have heard of the Fan family in Zhangjiakou Fort, I have heard of it. The Fan family who exchanged salt for the border soldiers for grain and salt."

"Haha, wouldn't it be enough for the Fan family to sell grain and iron tools for Jiannu and the Tartars?"

"Hehe, it's that Fan family."

Tie Chicken Head rubbed a hard tumor on her forehead and then said, "A few days ago, Mr. Fan suffered a big loss in Loufan Town, Jingle County. Now he is in urgent need of manpower. I will do his job for him now, this is the number of a month."

"Three taels of silver, pay the bill at the end of the month." Tie Chicken's head raised three fingers and continued: "Liao Sanqiang, your skills are definitely in the top three in the Fan family. Once you enter, you will be the material for the banker, and you will be at least five taels of silver per month."

"How is it? Are you interested in coming and working together?"

Liao Sanliang didn't say anything, but took out a knife, cut open the roasted golden jackal, and handed half of it to the iron chicken head.

"It's roasted, eat it."

The iron chicken took it, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, took out a small handful of coarse salt, sprinkled it on the jackal meat, and then took a bite.

"Tsk tsk tsk, fragrant."

Liao Sanqin still didn't say anything, just lowered his head and chewed the meat.

A twelve or three pounds of golden jackal was eaten by two big men in a moment.

"Are you full?"

Liao Sanqin grabbed a handful of mud and sand on the ground, rubbed off the oil stains on his hands, and then asked.

Tie Chicken licked her fingers, rubbed her round belly, and responded with a "full".

"It's good to be full, it's time to send you on your way."

Liao Sanqin stood up and pulled up the big gun that was stabbing aside.

"Where are you going?"

Tie Jitou asked subconsciously, then his face changed drastically, he stood up and pulled out the long knife from his waist.

"Liao Sanqin, what do you mean?"

"I am now working with the Qin Da, manager of Mengjiazhuang in Loufan. If you are a lackey for the Fan family, then we will be mortal enemies."

Liao Sanliang said, shaking off the soil on the gun head and pointing the gun head with a cold light at the iron chicken head.

Tiejitou's face changed again: "You... did your work for the Qin surname?"

"That's right, the great manager has arrived in Qingshuihe. He is ready to attack and kill Jiannu first, and then go back to clean up the Fan family. You will die sooner or later with the Fan family. Don't worry, I will build a tomb for you so that the jackals will eat you in reverse."

As he said that, Liao Sanliang strode forward and looked at the tip of the gun.

The iron chicken head hurriedly raised its knife to block it, and the spear head suddenly trembled and made a clanging sound on the knife.

The iron chicken head and tiger mouth were numb, and when it relaxed a little, the long knife was knocked to the ground.

Then, Liao Sanliang handed the gun head.

...

Almost at the same time, a spy from the Fan family passed a mountain and was penetrated by an arrow flying down the hillside on the other side.

The other two spies were surrounded and intercepted by two groups of people. After running more than twenty miles, they finally lost their horsepower and were chased by the other party and killed them.

Immediately afterwards, these people began to sweep back in this bringing back.

Fan Yongdou soon received the news that a group of people suddenly appeared outside the corner of the leap, about 20 or 30 people, killing people when they see them and robbing things when they see them.

Among the group, there were many Mongolians, and it seemed that some border troops would not accept them at night.

Fan Yongdou's first reaction was that the Qin surname was coming.

But the idea was quickly denied. The subordinates of Qin had no Mongolians or border troops.

It should be some deserters who colluded with the remnants of Chahar to loot everywhere.

There are only dozens of people, not to worry about it.
Chapter completed!