"Who said no?" Gouzi sighed and said, "Who doesn't understand the truth about the death of cold lips and teeth? But that's what the big men in the court did! In the battle of Sanfeng Mountain, more than 100,000 elite Jin troops were eaten by the Mongolians and not even left with scum. The Zhongxiao Army was wiped out. Monk Wanyan Chen, Wanyan Heda and other important generals were killed in battle. The Jin Kingdom's destruction had been revealed. At this time, the Jin Kingdom sent people to ask for the government, hoping to join the Song Dynasty and join the Mongolians. The words were very blunt: The Jin Kingdom fell, and the next Mongolians should put the knife on the official's neck."

"This is right." Kyushu Langruo said: "Isn't that how things develop?"

"Everyone knows it, but Shi Miyuan didn't know why he just disagreed, and ordered his nephew, Shi Songzhi, the commander of Jinghu, to send troops. The commander of Jinghu, ordered Jiang Hai to lead 20,000 troops to Xiangyang, go north to Caizhou, and meet with the Mongols at the city to destroy the Jin Kingdom." Gouzi threw a broken branch on the ground and stepped on it: "Shi Miyuan died at the end of last year. He came like this before his death. However, the official family breathed a sigh of relief, which abolished the resentment of Jingkang's shame, but attracted the Mongolian evil tiger, which was even more fierce than the Jin wolf!"

Jiulong Lang Ruo smiled and said, "Forget it, Brother Li, you Han people are complicated. You think too much. According to me, you will come when you come. If he dares to come, he will be called back! Don't you have any words? The soldiers come to block the water and the soil, right?"

The dog looked at him squintly: "Is this what the sir taught you?"

Kowloon Langruo straightened his chest: "Sir, I am his best student."

"Come on!" Dogzi slammed his mouth: "Erlang built so many academies in the mountains and taught countless students, but none of them could do it?"

Kowloon was furious and quarreled with Gouzi. The two fought verbally and fought all the way until they walked out of the mountain stream. Kowloon Langruo had the responsibility to guard the border and could not stay away. He could only return in disappointment. The two of them had stopped their quarrels.

The caravan continued to move forward, and Lao Wei caught up with Gouzi and asked him with a smile: "Shopkeeper Li, every time you come, you will argue with Jiulong Langruo. Wouldn't you be annoyed?"

Gouzi also smiled and touched the stubble on his chin and said, "Lang Ruo is a good soldier, but he has a problem, that is, he is too reckless. I fight with him, but in fact, I am training his patience. Erlang likes him, focuses on cultivating him, and also puts him here to guard the pass. If he does not change his temperament, he will inevitably leave a disaster in the future. I can't help much, and it is a little contribution to teach him some current affairs strategies by quarrel."

Old Wei nodded and said with emotion: "Shopkeeper Li has traveled around over the years, and he has traveled almost all the seventeenth roads of the Song Dynasty, and he has also visited Tubo of the Jin Kingdom several times. In terms of knowledge, no one can match us. If you are willing to teach him, it will definitely be effective."

He said this as if Gouzi was an old man. In fact, Gouzi was only twenty-two years old, and he was a few decades away from Old Wei.

So the dog smiled and gently hammered Lao Wei's chest: "Old Wei, the first time I went to Jin Kingdom, it was the way you led me. What do you mean by saying these things at this time? Are you laughing at me?"

Old Wei also smiled and bowed to him slightly: "Shopkeeper Li is talented and has learned all kinds of skills. Who can learn the skills that he can never forget? Our Ruifuxiang is a business company on the surface, and what he does secretly is not what Mr. Changsun has decided on it. You will implement it in detail? To be fair, without you, all the layouts we set up can work. Only Storekeeper Li can think of those codes."

"Don't flatter you, the road is still long." Gouzi smiled boldly and speeded up: "There will be nearly three hundred miles away from here. If you don't walk quickly, the news will be too late. Erlang is still waiting."

Old Wei agreed, turned around and shouted: "Everyone took a step bigger! Go faster! Whoever falls behind tonight will be punished to wash all the horses!"

The winding team behind him passed his words like a drum and passing flowers. Then there was a chaotic response. The entire team was as fast as if they had stepped on the accelerator.

...

Huiwu County, more than 200 miles away from Gouzi's caravan, is close to Shanchan Prefecture, Dali. In other words, Huiwu County was originally a county in Shanchan Prefecture, but due to a civil unrest in the past two years, it was divided for no reason and turned into a county in Shimenfan.

It is said that it is not a county, but because it is very large, the jurisdiction of one county is as large as that of three counties in the mainland of the Song Dynasty.

But it is really not like a county, not even a county town. The county seat is located in a village with a village of hundreds of people, only one restaurant, the whole village is full of thatched houses and muddy walls, and the yamen looks like this, as simple as a pigpen.

The county magistrate is a local tribe chief named chieftain, and his position is called chieftain. No scholar here is willing to come to be an official, so he might be slaughtered by mountain people who are fighting.

There are tens of thousands of people in the county, scattered in various valleys in the mountains, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and most of them are hunters. They grow some food with different differences, and the kind that harvests once a year makes life difficult to survive.

When we met here, Duan Xiangxing, the prince of Dali Kingdom, was very uncomfortable.

He sat on a stool, with four legs uneven and high and low, and he couldn't sit steadily.

Duan Xiangxing frowned and lowered his head to see if it was his uneven legs.

"Prince Duan sits on this one." Changsun Hong handed over the stool under his butt, smiling: "The countryside is not in good condition, so the prince will take care of it."

Duan Xiangxingqiang laughed for a moment, took the stool and sat down, and thanked repeatedly: "Where is where, Mr. Changsun is polite. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the air is fresh, and it is very good."

He sat down and took the opportunity to pick up the teacup and drink water, and carefully looked at the person opposite him.

He has a pretty face, thick eyebrows and a high nose, a slightly thin face, but his eyes are shining, which makes him look energetic; his figure is not tall, but he is very energetic. Under an ordinary green double-breasted gown, he has a well-proportioned and healthy muscles and bones, with long limbs, strong and powerful. The hand holding a teacup is probably a bit dark because of the frequent wind and sunlight. He has a very old skin, and many calluses between his fingers. He either holds too much hoe or too many swords. Duan Xiangxing tends to the latter.

After all, the reputation Shimenfan has made on the battlefield in recent years is not out of the ordinary.

He simply tied a bun with a piece of blue cloth on his head, and combined with his gentle and gentle appearance, he seemed to be like a farmer scholar who was about to take the exam. Duan Xiangxing couldn't help but complain: Did you find the wrong person?

The legendary Changsun Hong should not be a monster with five big and three thick, Kong Wu is powerful, a sneeze can spew water, and a yawn can knock over five or six people?

Only such a person is worthy of the reputation of Shimenfan's most powerful man, and Duan Xiangxing's behavior of coming to meet him at the risk of death.

Looking at the other party's somewhat disappointed eyes, Changsun Hong smiled slightly, poured the coarse tea out of the teapot, and filled another cup for Duan Xiangxing.

"I saw Changsun Hong, who was very upset, turned out to be a boy in his twenties, and wasn't he a little disappointed?" He said, his tone very calm, as if the person talking to him was not a prince, but an ordinary person: "I don't want to do this either. I also want to grow rougher, such as having a little beard, but if the beard is uncomfortable, I always shaved them."

He spread his hands, looking helpless and innocent.

Duan Xiangxing found this joke very unfunny, but after his eyes swept over the team of soldiers with long leather armor outside the window of the simple restaurant, the Adam's apple under his chin moved involuntarily and swallowed a saliva.

That is the Shimenfan barbarian soldiers. Five years ago, five hundred people created the barbarian soldiers who defeated 4,000 Dali soldiers.

That battle was the first time that Shimenfan had clashed with Dali, and the name Changsun Hong was the first time it had spread in the court of Dali.

So Duan Xiangxing laughed to show his response to Changsun Hong's joke.

For the strong, he said everything he said was right.
Chapter completed!