After hearing this, Wu Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the unconscious man on the floor, and his face changed: "This man was washed by the river water the day before yesterday. He was rescued by us by chance. His clothes were washed away by the river water, and he was naked and unable to distinguish his identity. However, his hair was different from my Jurchen hair style, and he must not be a Song Dynasty person. I think it was either a Khitan or a Mongol. When he woke up, he would understand. If he was a Mongol, he had a great grudge with me, Jurchen, and he was killed and threw it into the river. If he was a Khitan, he would be suffering from the disaster of the Mongols. Please save him and follow him. Wherever he was willing to land, let him."

The guys on the boat naturally listened to the owner's words, curled up to the corner of the cabin, taking a nap and resting. Only the unconscious man, lying naked on the floor without anyone paying attention. Fortunately, the season is warm and he is not afraid of being frozen.

Time passed, and it was midnight. The moon was shining brightly, and the brightness shone on the river. Wu Yan ordered the guys to quietly pull up the mast and pull up the sails. Everyone paddled together and flew out like arrows from the reeds, heading downstream of the Han River, panicking.

Fortunately, the river bank was busy during the day, but there was no movement at night. I don’t know if the Song and Mongols were both asleep. Anyway, Wuyan’s ship was floating all the way, and there was no obstacle. It drove far away in one breath. At dawn, it left the valley waters and entered the boundary of Henan.

Wu Yan and others were filled with hearts and never dared to slack off. Henan was full of beacons and there were wandering soldiers everywhere. As the saying goes, scattered soldiers were cruel to bandits. This is true. Often, the soldiers who had the war were scattered soldiers and brave men. These people had swords and strength, in groups of three or five, without discipline, and were psychologically unbalanced in the war and their mentality was distorted. They were cruel to buy horse thieves who had no capital, and they robbed money and goods, and killed and set fire. Wu Yan and his boat went out of the war zone, but they did not dare to dodge and stay in a hotel. Along the way, they saw that the cities on both sides of the strait were mostly dilapidated and withered. In the past, some prosperous docks were everywhere. The tragic appearance of the Mongolian army swept past was unbearable.

The man on the boat woke up on the fourth day.

In order to prevent accidents, Wu Yan and others checked the person's body in advance. There were no tattoos or other things, and they could not find any tokens to prove their identity. Of course, this guy was so naked that he had no place to put it.

There was a bag from the boss behind his head, probably because something hit the water, which was also the reason why he was unconscious.

Wu Yan tied him up with a hemp rope, so when he woke up, his eyes were confused, and he obviously didn't understand where he was.

Seeing him struggling to sit up, he looked around. A guy in the cabin hurried out and called down Wuyan, the owner who was looking vigilantly on the deck, looking at both sides.

When Wu Yan went down into the cabin, he saw the tied man looking at him naked.

His eyes were sharp, and although he was not covered with wisps, he sat upright. The man was covered with muscles, as hard as a rock, with wounds on his body, and his knife wounds and arrow sores were shocking. When he stared at Wu Yan proudly, Wu Yan, who had been walking around the world and seeing countless people, was unconsciously shaking his courage, feeling an inexplicable deterrence that came to his face.

After abruptly, Wu Yan calmed his emotions and realized that the man was tied up, and he was carrying a knife around his waist. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in front of the big man with a big sword and asked in Khitan dialect.

"Who, who are you? What's your name?"

He was so mean and deliberately used Khitan dialect here. If the man showed a confused expression on his face, it would be the Mongolians who would call people in and throw them into the water.

The big man did not answer immediately, but just stared at him, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just as Wu Yan was about to call someone to chop the knife, the big man spoke, and he said fluently in Khitan, "This official, I am from Xijing, named Shi Maruan, and my ancestor was the Khitan Dietsu tribe. I have always lived in the natives of Xijing. This year, the Mongolian conquered man attacked Song State. I was pulled into the army and became a mission. I followed the army into the Han River Valley. I was trapped in the valley by Song people. The flood destroyed the army. I was wrapped in the flood and drowned half-dead. I thought I would definitely return to the west, but I didn't expect to wake up here. I wonder if this official could tell me where is this place? Who is the official?"

When he was speaking, Wu Yan kept paying attention to the reaction of this person, but when he saw him open his mouth, he spoke fluently, without any delay, without lying, his eyes were motionless, and he didn't look like a liar's eyes were dripping around. He spoke with striking words. Even his ancestors said it in one breath, and he believed it in his heart.

So Wu Yan frowned and said, "I am also from Xijing. I am an ordinary merchant in the city. My name is not enough to be known to outsiders. My friend and I were trafficking goods by the Han River. On the way, I saw you floating along the water. I rescued you out of compassion. You don't need to thank me. In this troubled time, you can help me."

He asked someone to bring a piece of marinated clothes, tied the man up and covered his clothes with shame, and said, "Our ship has passed Junzhou and is now heading towards Xiangyang. There are war disasters along the way. We dare not stop the ship and dock. Anyway, you have left the army. If you want to go back, you can follow me to get the goods in Xiangyang and live for a while. Wait until the journey is more peaceful before setting off the boat. If you don't want to, you can also get off the boat in front and leave by yourself."

"Xiangyang?" The man's face turned pale, and he seemed to hear something surprised: "That is the land of the Song people!"

"Yes." Wu Yan stood up. Since he found out that this man was a Khitan or a Mongol, he didn't have to worry about it. The boat had not reached a safe place yet and had to go up to the deck to stare. He waved at the big man: "Wait and get up, and go and get a pole to help the boat. I see you are very strong and can't eat white rice."

After saying that, he left, leaving the man alone to dress himself.

The big man was also obedient. After putting on his clothes, he got on the bow of the boat for a moment to help the guys work. The big man was diligent but a little clumsy. He was muscular but not good at doing rough work. He was clumsy and joked. He looked like a layman when he was riding the boat and pulled the sails. The guys laughed so hard that they kept teasing him.

The man was not angry and just did things silently.

Some people also saw that his palms were full of calluses and found it strange, and asked him: "You have calluses in your hands so thick, and you are also a rough person who works. What kind of business do you do at home?"

The big man replied: "At home, the villain also helps the rich man work as a long-term worker. He works in the fields and puts some cattle and sheep. This work in the water has never been done before."

Everyone said, "No wonder, since this is the case, you must be more diligent and learn some water skills, and you will have more skills in the future."

This is a joke, and it means to treat the great man as a laborer, but the great man repeatedly agreed and agreed.

Seeing that the ship was getting closer and closer to Xiangyang, there was another strong labor force on the ship that could be bullied and used for free. Everyone was very happy. They felt that this Khitan was very good at understanding that they had no choice but to be obedient. Wu Yan even had the idea of ​​taking this person as a slave.

But no one noticed that when no one noticed, the man sat in the corner of the boat, looking at the boat coldly. The murderous intent in his eyes was so sharp, and the thick calluses on his hands, if another veteran looked at it, you could see at a glance that it was the hand that held the knife all year round, which gave rise to such calluses.

A few days later, the high water gate in Xiangyang stood in the sunlight on the horizon.
Chapter completed!