After leaving Pucheng, heading north all the way, you can reach Baimo Town in about twenty miles. This is the first small town on the border of the Huns. It is not a prosperous town, but because of the proximity of the military camp, there are many high-quality horses.
What Qiao Wei spent was the money looted from the queen's carriage, and it didn't hurt at all. Not only did she exchange the three carriages for the best thousand-mile horses, but she also replaced the five accompanying guards with the best horses.
There are three carriages, one for Qiao Wei, one for the national teacher, and the other for luggage and gold and silver.
Shi Qi doesn't ride a horse or ride in a car, he likes to fly.
Along the way, I saw him jumping up and down, flying over the heads of the crowd like a black bat for a while, and passing by the carriage for a while.
Qiao Weiquan thought he was practicing lightness kung fu and didn't stop him.
From Baimo Town to Wubie Mountain, it only takes five days to go fast, but there are wounded in the car, so you can't go too fast.
The eldest disciple comforted Qiao Wei, it's not just us who have the wounded, they also have the wounded, and they are even more seriously injured.
Is it heavier or not? Qiao Wei doesn't know, but she has learned how powerful the second bow is, and it can indeed shoot people half to death, but that guy has already reached the strength of the ghost king, so it shouldn't be so easy to die, but, also Active treatment and careful conditioning are required. In terms of speed, there is no advantage.
At noon this day, a group of people ate a few mouthfuls of dry food on the prairie. Of all the people present, only Qiao Wei could cook, but she was not in the mood to cook. , Taste the same.
Qiao Wei finished eating the cold steamed buns in her hand, picked up the water bag, gulped a few gulps, and asked the national teacher who was eating in pain: "How long will it take to reach Mount Wubie?"
The national teacher swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns and almost choked to death.
Qiao Wei helped him get the water bag, pulled out the plug, he took it, and took a big gulp, only to feel that his chest was about to be split by the dry steamed buns, so he calmed down and said a few words while panting .
The eldest disciple said: "My master said, if you hurry up, you can go to Wubie Mountain Villa tonight, stay in the villa for one night, and then you can enter Wubie Mountain tomorrow."
Qiao Wei nodded secretly.
In the next second, the eldest disciple said again: "But the weather is not good today, it may rain."
Less than an hour after saying this, it really started to rain cats and dogs. This kind of weather is very unfavorable even on the grassland. If you can't find a place to stay in the middle of the night, the temperature on the grassland can freeze people to death.
The group had no choice but to find a nearby village, where all the herdsmen lived. There were no red walls, bricks and tiles, but yurts.
The eldest disciple found a house for them to stay in in bad Hun dialect. The man in this family was out hunting, and there were only mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and a baby who was waiting to be fed. When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law saw so many men, they thought they were coming After seeing the horse thief, Qiao Wei and the child in her arms later believed that they were not evil people.
Qiao Wei gave a lot of money.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law boiled a large pot of kumiss, slaughtered a sheep, made it into a roasted whole sheep, and boiled several bowls of haggis steamed bun soup to entertain the group of generous guests.
The national teacher and the first disciple, who had been eating dry food for a few days, were so excited that they burst into tears as they held the delicious haggis soup.
Qiao Wei had no appetite, so she ate a bowl and went back to her yurt to rest.
She thought about Jing Yun, and her heart ached...
The daughter is sleeping in her and Mingxiu's arms, but the son... is staying with a group of cold-blooded bastards, what will they do to Jing Yun? Will you bully him? Will it hurt him
Qiao Wei tugged on the blanket...
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The Huns are a nation with a vast territory, not only with grasslands, deserts, but also mountains and waters.
On a luxuriant green hill, a thin and small figure shuttled freely in the forest, climbing up a big tree from time to time and picking a few fruits.
"Here, Xiaobai."
Xiaobai opened his bloody mouth (not), and took a bite of the small black fruit that Jing Yun handed over.
Ding!
The world is lit up! Bright! Bright!
Jing Yun sighed weakly, the food Xiaobai likes so much must be poisonous.
Xiaobai rushed over, ate up the little black fruit and wiped it off!
Jing Yun was very hungry, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
After walking for a while, I found a cluster of small red fruits, each about the size of a bird's egg, bright in color, and at a glance, they looked like little red lanterns hanging on green leaves.
Jing Yun fed Xiaobai one, and Xiaobai's expression was very normal.
This appears to be edible.
Jing Yun picked a big bag and didn't eat it in a hurry. Instead, he walked forward for a while and saw a plant shaped like a jujube tree with two fruits, so he climbed up the tree.
After getting closer, I realized that it wasn't the two fruits, and the aroma alone was far worse than the two fruits. Looking at Xiaobai's expression of not coveting, he decisively picked seven or eight.
The baggage is full.
One man and one beast found a small stream. Jing Yun squatted down, took out four small red fruits and two white fruits with his small hands that were almost cracked by the cold, and washed them in the clear and icy water.
Looking at the reflection in the water, he remembered his mother taking him to catch fish in the creek, and his eyes turned red.
He wiped his eyes with his little hands that were reddened by the ice water, then ate the fruit and went down the mountain with the rest of the fruit.
It's also lucky, there happened to be a fair today.
Jing Yun and Xiao Bai went to the market.
He was dressed in Han Chinese clothes, and when he entered the market, he was greeted with amazed eyes. No one had ever seen a Han Chinese child in such a small place, and he was so beautiful that it was almost suffocating.
Whose house is this? !
Jing Yun walked towards the center of the market silently, as if he didn't feel the scrutiny of the crowd.
"Hey, whose child is this?" An enchanting woman lightly slapped Jing Yun's shoulder with a cardamom-spitting finger, and said maliciously, "It's so beautiful, where are your parents? gone?"
Jing Yun shot him with a cold gaze.
This woman is a personal trafficker, and usually only sells some girls to work in brothels. Today, the girl didn't meet, but she met a child who was alone. If it was the past, she would ignore it, but this child is really too good-looking With a photographic memory, she would love to take him home.
It's just that she didn't expect that the child's eyes were so frightening that her heart trembled with fright.
She was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to look at the child, the child was no longer there.
After being so frightened, she lost all energy to do things, turned around and left the market, and when she reached the entrance of the market, she was stopped by an old man in a gray robe.
The old man's aura was very strong, just standing in front of her, her legs began to weaken.
She didn't understand what the old man was doing to stop her, she just felt that she was really unlucky today, first she met a fierce child, and then an even more fierce old man.
When did the Huns come with so many annoying characters
"Ask you for someone." Cangjiu asked her in the not-so-standard Xiongnu dialect.
She froze for a moment.
Cangjiu ignored her daze, and took out a portrait from her bosom: "Have you seen this child before?"
The woman looked at the portrait and nodded repeatedly.
"Where is he?" Cangjiu asked hurriedly.
The woman deliberately did not answer.
Cangjiu threw her a piece of gold. She held the gold, looked at it over and over again, smiled happily, and pointed in the direction of the market: "I saw him go there! You follow this road, you must I can find him!"
Cangjiu walked towards the center of the market.
This market has been open for several years. It is held every five days. It is the largest market in a hundred miles. There are too many vendors to count.
Jing Yun came to the middle of the bazaar. He didn't know what was being sold here, but the road was blocked by a large group of people.
Jing Yun vaguely heard a young man yelling loudly in the Xiongnu dialect: "Two fruits, improve your skills! Cure all diseases! Ten taels of silver for one! Ten taels of silver for one! Buy five get one free! Buy five get free one!"
Then, there was a lot of doubts.
"Are you real?"
"It's so cheap, isn't it a trick?"
"I heard that the two fruits don't belong to the Huns, where did you get them?"
The young man said: "Of course it is true! Can the things I sell be fake? I have been selling here for three years! If I dared to sell them, I would have been chopped up sooner? If you don't believe me, you can Buy one first and try it out, big brother, I think you are handsome and talented, and you are a dragon and phoenix at first glance, so I will sell it to you cheaply, you are my first business, and I will count you five taels!"
Hearing the familiar name, Jing Yun felt a little curious, so he squeezed in through the gap, but there were too many people, and when he squeezed in, the bundle was also scattered, and a dozen small red fruits fell out , rolling to the clearing with a grunt.
Everyone looked at the little red fruit on the ground, and then at the almost identical little red fruit in front of the young man, their eyes widened in shock.
The boy is in a bad mood.
A man with a long knife picked up the small red fruit on the ground, walked up to Jing Yun, saw his Han servant frown, and slowed down his speech and asked, "What is this?"
The young man began to pack his things calmly.
Jing Yun blinked his bright eyes, and said purely and innocently: "Two fruits."
Boy: "?!"
Jing Yun said softly: "My grandfather is a merchant from Daliang. He bought it from the Yin clan. He originally wanted to sell it to Wang Ting, but he was sick and couldn't walk anymore. Uncle, do you want to buy it? Buy it?" If so, I'll give you a cheap price."
This child has eyes that cannot lie, and is as innocent as a deer coming out of the jungle.
The strong man took out twenty taels and bought a fruit.
The young man was dumbfounded, he yelled loudly, and even lowered the price to five taels, but no one bought it. This kid did nothing, and sold it for twenty taels!
"Thank you uncle." Jing Yun saluted very reverently.
This child, the adults in the family are sick, and he still comes out to earn a living, it is really pitiful...
Everyone gave generously, and Jingyun's dozen or so red fruits were sold out in the blink of an eye.
After Jing Yun's was sold out, if there were any unavailable ones, he had to go to the young man, and the young man's was sold out because of this.
After the crowd dispersed, the young man walked up to Jing Yun while counting the money, and gave him a condescending look: "You're stealing my business, right? Who sent you here?"
Jing Yun ignored him, collected the money, turned around and left.
The young man stepped in front of Jing Yun and blocked Jing Yun's way: "What? You want to leave after robbing the business? Did those guys send you here?"
This business of selling fake fruit was obviously his own idea, but he was caught by a few gangsters when he was doing business in the next town. They insisted on his filial piety, so he quit and fled to this town. A few guys, he really can't think of anyone who knows how to use exactly the same fruit to pretend to be two fruits.
"Which guys?" Jing Yun asked.
The young man looked back, but he didn't see anyone coming to accept Jing Yun's money, so he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. Could it be that someone sent him to steal his business
In a blink of an eye, he realized something, and smiled brightly: "Boy, you're quite clever, I thought you were going to expose me just now."
Jing Yun walked forward sullenly.
He carried the burden on his back and caught up with Jing Yun: "Hey, why are you alone? Is your grandfather really sick? Where do you live? I'll take you back!"
Jing Yun's steps paused, but he didn't speak.
The young man scratched his head and switched back to Chinese: "You can speak the Huns well! I'm also Han, and I'm from Liangzhou. Where are you from?"
Jing Yun still didn't speak.
"Hey, your grandpa..."
Before the young man finished speaking, Jing Yun's small body froze suddenly.
The young man looked at Jing Yun and found that there was something wrong with his eyes. He quickly followed his gaze and saw an old man in a gray robe holding a portrait and asking around. The old man looked over here.
Jing Yun turned around, clenched his little hands tightly, and his little face turned pale.
The young man saw that something was wrong, seeing the old man walking towards this side, his eyes flicked, he picked up Jing Yun, and flashed into the kiln beside him.
The kiln was full of unsightly things, he covered Jing Yun's eyes, and got out through the back door of the kiln.
When he came to the street, he took a long breath, put Jing Yun down and said, "Boy, tell the truth, you don't have a grandfather, do you? Did you run away from home?"
Jing Yun pulled into the little fist.
The young man thought to himself, why is this boy so stubborn
"That person just now, was he sent by your family to find you back?"
Jing Yun shook his head.
Although he didn't speak, he gave some reaction anyway, and the young man sighed: "I know, he is a bad guy, right? He is here to catch you. I think your clothes are not bad. Who are your parents? I know a Han Chinese, and I will ask him to take you back."
Jing Yun remained silent.
The young man has lived for so many years. When he played the guessing game for the first time, his brain got dizzy: "Don't you want to go back? Or are your parents gone?"
Jing Yun's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.
"Really gone?" The young man thought he had guessed right, patted him on the shoulder with sympathy, and said with a sigh, "Oh, why do you think you lost your parents at such a young age? If you don't mind me, follow me in the future."
Such a beautiful child, if he doesn't sell it for a good price, I'm sorry he has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years!
"Are you hungry? Take you to eat first?"
The young man took Jing Yun to eat the best meal in the local area. In the past, he was not so willing, but this little thing can sell a lot of money, and he has a lot of money himself, so he will be my own! Why skimp on a meal? !
But this kind of backcountry is unaffordable.
Gotta go somewhere nice!
In order to raise his value, the young man bought a brand-new carriage. Jing Yun sat in the carriage and drove the carriage. While waving his whip, he said excitedly, "Let me tell you, there is no big business in such a small place." , if we want to get rich, we have to go to Mount Wubie! There are many fools in Mount Wubie, and there are a lot of fools and money, so kill one of them!"
Jing Yun stared blankly at the scenery outside the car window, but he didn't listen to a word the young man said.
Xiao Bai jumped out of his bag, jumped onto his lap, and rubbed his little head against his palm.
He didn't move.
Xiaobai jumped on the table, showed off his biceps, and shook his beautiful tail.
He is still very sad.
Xiaobai is also very sad.
When passing by a cloth shop, the young man stopped the carriage and bought a beautiful dress for Jing Yun to change into: "Someone is looking for you, it's better for you to disguise yourself, if anyone asks, just say it's my sister. "
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The carriage swayed towards the direction of Mount Wubie, and when there was one day left to go, the weather was not good, and suddenly it rained heavily.
It was night now, and it was risky to travel in the rain. The young man drove the carriage into a sparsely populated small village. All the herdsmen lived in this village, and they all slept in yurts. He found an inconspicuous one, and gently He knocked on the door and said in the Hun dialect: "It's raining heavily as we pass by. May I stay at your house for a night?"
Tired all night, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had finally rested were woken up again.
The daughter-in-law put on a padded jacket, walked to the door and said, "Our house is full, so go find someone else."
The young man then found the next door.
An elderly couple lived next door. Their son and daughter-in-law had gone out to sell sheep and hadn't come back yet. When they saw the young man holding a wet "sister", their hearts softened and they let the brother and sister stay.