Yang Yifei pushed back and said, "Hey, Brother Feng, your craft is worth this price. If you change to an ordinary blacksmith, you may not be able to beat this sword, let alone complete it so quickly. If you think I am a friend, don't refuse again."

This...ah..." Yang Yifei had already said this. If he refused, wouldn't he meant not to treat him as a friend? That would be too ungrateful.

Feng Mofeng had no choice but to say gratefully: "Thank you, Young Master Hou, for your gift. I took it with you, but I dare not buy this carriage."

Yang Yifeiqi said: "Why is this?"

Feng Mofeng sighed: "The Mongols divided the people under their rule into four levels, and each treated differently. Han people and southerners were the lowest. Except for blacksmiths, ordinary people were not allowed to hold a strong arm. Anyone with a horse was detained as an official, so where would he dare to buy a carriage?"

"Although Mrs. Yang is very good at martial arts, in order to avoid trouble, I suggest that you should not enter the town by carriage."

After saying that, he looked at Li Mochou again and continued, "It is not uncommon for the Mongolians to rob the women of the people. It is best for the wife to cover her face with a gauze, otherwise the wife's beauty will be a disaster in itself."

When Li Mochou heard Feng Mofeng praise her beauty, he even used a description similar to "Beauty's misfortune", he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Although Beauty's misfortune is not a good thing, he is not as good as "Beauty's misfortune", but ordinary beauty can do it.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Feng, don't worry. I went north and came to cause trouble for the Mongolians. Even if they didn't come to cause trouble, we would come to the door. How could we avoid it?"

"Oh?" Feng Mofeng noticed that Li Mochou was talking about "seeking trouble for the Mongols", rather than specifically speaking which Mongol was talking about. He couldn't help but feel moved and looked at Yang Yifei.

Yang Yifei smiled and nodded and said, "Mo Chou is right, it is precisely this. As for the specific situation, Brother Feng will find out after he arrives in Xiangyang City, he will ask Rong'er once he asks me."

Feng Mofeng nodded slowly and said, "Since that's the case, I won't talk anymore. I just hope you two will be more careful."

Yang Yifei clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Brother Feng takes care of me, say goodbye."

"There will be a period later."

Farewell to Feng Mofeng, Yang Yifei drove onto the carriage and headed northward for seven or eight miles. Suddenly, he saw a town. Yang Yifei took out Dugu Qiubai's fierce and sharp Qingfeng sword and handed it to Li Mochou.

Li Mochou also imitated Yang Yifei's appearance and tied his back with a ribbon on his back. The long sword Yang Yifei only gave her the backup weapon. He handed two full pistol magazines to Li Mochou, put two ammunition bags on her left waist card, and inserted the magazine inside.

In this way, Li Mochou had 60 bullets, which was more than enough to deal with the team. Yang Yifei himself did not need to prepare in advance, and he could take it out when he needed it.

Besides, he has many ways to kill people, and he doesn't have to use a gun, but using a gun is the most convenient, quick and labor-saving.

This is just a town. There are not many Mongolian soldiers stationed in the garrison, only a hundred people were obtained. The general was a commander of a thousand men, but he also had some semen soldiers under him, which totaled about four or five hundred troops.

Most of the Semu people came from the Western Regions, and some Khitans were also classified as Semu people and were treated as second-class people. Mongolian Prime Minister Yelu Chucai was a Khitan, which is also the reason why the Khitans had a higher status in Mongolia.

The Han people in the north, another part of the Khitans and Jurchens, were classified as third-class people, and the Southern people, that is, the Song people in the south, were the fourth-class people with the lowest status.

Although Mongolia did not clearly introduce laws that divide the people under its rule into four levels, the world can draw the conclusion of the division of four levels through the treatment and restrictions on people of all ethnic groups in its laws.

However, Mongolia did not have the saying "first night power" rumored by later generations. This is actually a Western system that was trapped by later generations on the heads of Mongolians.

However, the Mongolians often forcibly rob Han women and even forcibly insult the bride at other people's weddings. There are such things, and I'm afraid this is the origin of the "first night power".

But Yang Yifei and Li Mochou drove into the town and saw that the streets in the town were depressed and there was no such phenomenon as bustling and bustling city in the south.

The pedestrians also come and go in a hurry, especially those dressed in Han people. They hardly dare to stay on the street too much, and they can't see a young Han woman. The people who are wandering on the street are basically people wearing Mongolian clothes.

Yang Yifei and Li Mochou sat in the control position, slowly driving the carriage and walking along the road in the center of the town, which was extremely eye-catching and soon attracted the attention of those who were interested.

But seeing that both of them were carrying long swords on their backs, they knew that they were all from the world with martial arts. Therefore, they did not act rashly, and someone quickly rushed to the location of the Mongol garrison.

Yang Yifei naturally noticed this scene, but just sneered secretly, but didn't care. Originally, they could have walked directly from the official road outside the town, but he deliberately chose to pass through the town just to find trouble.

Although the main goal now is to go to Zhongnan Mountain to propose marriage first, and it is not the time to recruit soldiers for the time being, it is also a matter of making some noise along the way and announcing your arrival.

While the carriage was in front of the carriage, a woodcutter suddenly turned around and was about to cross the street and walk across the opposite side.

But I don’t know if I didn’t notice the carriage. When he crossed the road, the horse was less than one meter away from him. If it were a Mongolian, Yang Yifei might have urged the horse to hit him directly. It can be seen that it was a Han person, so he hurriedly stopped the horse and stopped the car.

But what Yang Yifei and Li Mochou didn't expect was that the horse was still several feet away from the woodcutter, and the man fell to the ground with a "Ouch".

Yang Yifei glared at him, "No! Is it true that there are also cases of striking the carriage in the Song Dynasty? Li Mochou raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him, but Yang Yifei stopped him. He jumped out of the carriage, walked to the woodcutter, and said, "Are you okay?"

The woodcutter got up in a hurry, bowed to Yang Yifei in panic, and said, "It's okay, I've hit the young master's carriage. I hope the young master will forgive me."

After saying this, the woodcutter suddenly spoke very quickly and said in a low voice: "The young master has been targeted by the Tartars, and he still needs to leave the town as soon as possible to avoid sudden disasters."

After saying that, he bent twice in a row and shouted, "Young Master, please spare me, the villain will leave now, leave now."

An enlightenment flashed in Yang Yifei's eyes. It turned out that this was the case, but he was wrong. This middle-aged man was not a slut, but a good man with a good heart. He was afraid that he would be harmed by the Mongolians, so he looked for an opportunity to remind him.

Yang Yifei quietly swept around the street from the corner of his eyes. Sure enough, some people in Mongolian costumes were staring at this place intentionally or unintentionally.

He looked impatient on his face, but he said softly: "Thank you, brother."

Then he pretended to be irritated and waved his hand and scolded, "Go away quickly, don't block my master's way."

"Yes, yes, yes, the villain will leave now." Hearing Yang Yifei's thanks, the woodcutter knew that the other party had understood what he said, he felt relieved in his heart, and hurriedly ran across the street with his firewood and headed to a lane not far away.
Chapter completed!