Yang Yifei turned around and walked towards the carriage, with a faint smile on his lips. There are still many good people in this world!

When the man walked to the entrance of the alley, Yang Yifei flipped his hand and a gold bar was already in his hand. He controlled it with his mind and shot towards the bundle of firewood that the man was carrying.

The gold bar is extremely fast and cannot be captured by humans with naked eyes. No one on the street found this gold bar stuck in the firewood.

Others didn't notice it, but the woodcutter himself discovered it. After all, speed represents kinetic energy. Although the gold bar is one size smaller than the one given to Feng Mofeng, it weighs 500 grams.

The woodcutter shot over a pound of things at subsonic speed. The woodcutter obviously felt that his firewood seemed to be pushed by something, which made him stagger forward involuntarily.

If Yang Yifei had not controlled the gold bars to stop in the firewood with his mind, it would have been a staggering matter. The gold bars would have turned into a deadly bullet that shot through the firewood and killed the woodcutter.

The woodcutter was puzzled. After entering the alley, he looked at no one. He put down the firewood and looked carefully. Suddenly, there was a clear hole in the middle of the firewood that was originally tied tightly.

He pulled it into the hole and immediately found the gold bar. The woodcutter's breathing became heavy. He didn't understand that this must have been the young master who looked like a man in the world just now, and he was moved by him to give him the message.

He held the gold bar weighing more than ten taels tightly in his palm, and his thick arms couldn't help but tremble slightly. Is this what people say that good people will be rewarded?

Unexpectedly, I could get such a rich reward just by moving my compassion. It seems that the young man is also a good person. He did not save the wrong person. He carefully put the gold bar in his arms.

One tael in the Southern Song Dynasty was about 39 grams, one tael in one pound was 16 taels, that is, one pound was about 625 grams, and 500 grams of gold weighed about 12.8 taels. 1 tael in contemporary times can be exchanged for 13 taels of silver.

In other words, this gold bar is worth 166 taels and 4 coins of silver, which is already a huge sum of money for the woodcutter. After all, his annual expenses can't cost 10 taels.

Yang Yifei didn't know the prices of this era before, but when he found out, he suddenly realized that no wonder Huang Rong fell in love with Guo Jing in Zhangjiakou. You know, the first meal he invited her was 19 taels.

This has been the cost of ordinary families for two years. No wonder Huang Rong was so moved. Now that I think about it, what moved Guo Jing at the beginning was clearly the word "rich"!

After understanding this, Yang Yifei suddenly felt that Guo Jing and Huang Rong's love were not as transcendent as they thought! It was still so transcendent.

The first capital for a woman to attract a man is appearance, and the first capital for a man to attract a woman is to be rich and generous. This is indeed the truth that remains unchanged in ancient and modern times.

Of course, being handsome is also very important. If Guo Jing looks like a three-headed dragon, no matter how generous he is, Huang Rong will never fall in love with him. At most, he will recognize his brother.

Cough cough, I got it off the ground and got back to the point, but the woodcutter put away the gold bar and walked to the alley and glanced at his benefactor again. After all, the other party's gold bar was enough to change his life's destiny.

As a result, he was shocked to find that after he had to remind him, the young man was still driving the carriage slowly, as if he was waiting for the Mongolian Tartars to cause trouble to him.

This made the woodcutter see a little bit of it. This young man was obviously confident! I don’t know what his reliance was.

The woodcutter's eyes flashed. I don't know what kind of mentality he had, but he suddenly turned around and ran into the alley. He didn't want Chaihe anymore. Through the well-connected alleyway, he ran to the front of the direction where Yang Yi Fei's carriage was heading.

The woodcutter kept secretly following the direction of the carriage, from Zhennan to Zhenbei, and the situation finally happened.

Yang Yifei heard the rumbling sound of horse hooves. It was the movement of a large-scale cavalry. Based on the experience accumulated in the Qin Dynasty, Yang Yifei judged that there were about two hundred cavalrymen attacking.

Yang Yifei reminded Li Mochou: "They are here, be prepared."

Li Mochou nodded, pulled out his pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve up, and placed his index finger straight outside the trigger. This was what Yang Yifei taught her, so that it could avoid mis-triggering.

Her pistol was not equipped with a silencer because she liked to hear the crisp gunshots. When Yang Yifei first heard her say this, she was really happy. How lucky was it to meet a woman who liked to hear gunshots in ancient times?

After confirming his eyes, he met the right person.

Soon, the Mongolian cavalry appeared in front of Yang Yifei without any nonsense. Two hundred cavalrymen instantly surrounded the carriage, with a scimitar being sheathed, a spear pointed at the spear, and thirty archers arched their bows and arrows at the two.

If two people come, even if they are among the Five Awesome, the best ending is to escape with light skills, but Yang Yifei did not take those archers seriously at all.

A tall Mongolian general with a fat face rushed forward, and a middle-aged man dressed up in Han and was surrounded by him.

The Mongolian general saw Li Mochou who was smiling cutely, and a look of unconcealedness flashed in his eyes. He looked at Yang Yifei and Li Mochou and talked a conversation in a gurgling manner.

After he finished speaking, the fat man from Han immediately said sternly: "We centurion said that you have violated the law that Han people are not allowed to own horses privately. You will immediately remove the weapons and surrender, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."

Yang Yifei finally understood the role of the fat man in Han Dynasty. Isn’t this the fat translator around the Japanese?

He looked at the Chinese interpreter leisurely and said, "Are you a Han Chinese? How many benefits did your Mongolian father give you?"

The Chinese interpreter was very upset when he heard this, and pointed at Yang Yifei and shouted angrily: "Don't toast or not eat the punishment, this is not Song Tu."

Yang Yifei nodded and said, "I understand, Mochou, let's do it!"

"Okay." Li Mochou was also a stupid and bold person. He had never seen Yang Yifei's way of blocking the bow and arrow, but he did not hesitate at all. Yang Yifei was her confidence and courage. As long as he said he could do it, she would do it without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunshots rang out like beans. When she was on the road before, Yang Yifei discovered that Li Mochou had the potential to be a quick gunner.

At this time, she sat in the control position and did not move. She quickly raised the pistol in her hand, held her left hand under the magazine, and in a standard double-handed gun-holding posture, she shot a single shot and a rapid shot at the Mongolian soldiers in front of her.

The first person to be shot dead was the centurion and the Han people's interpretation. The crisp gunshots scared the Mongolian soldiers and even the war horses became riot.

The archers did not know what Li Mochou used to do, so they let go of the arrows. However, they were shocked to find that the arrow had not been shot at all. After the left hand was loosened, the arrow flew out and stopped in the air just three or four feet away.

Yang Yifei sneered, waved his hand, and the arrows immediately turned in one direction, then suddenly disappeared, instantly shooting through their original owner's chest.
Chapter completed!