Jiayou for five years.

These years have been the best time in the entire Northern Song Dynasty. Singing and dancing are prosperous and the country is prosperous, so of course I don’t want to be related to strength.

But there is always a place where the sun cannot shine.

A Hunzhou River flows slowly from Hengshan Mountain. Most of the villages and villages upstream are in rags. People live in broken caves, but even broken caves cannot be built. Half of the people live in broken sheds and wear tattered clothes to live in this ragged world and mountains...

Wangjia Village is also a broken village.

Wang Ju shook the old linen robe and looked at the gray sky with a sad expression. He was lucky to be reborn, but he was reborn in this miserable place. In order to live, he had to be a mule.

In his mind, the scene of General He Long dancing with a kitchen knife suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then he looked at his thin body again and wanted to yell at the sky: "Grandma's."

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There are many traces of mountain monuments and wild hills that cannot be seen at the end of the mountain, leaving traces of burning waste among the mountain people. They are only sandwiched between the Song and Xia countries, fighting around, and the people are deserted, and short and dense shrubs have grown. There are also countless wild amaranth, pig-haired cherry, and thistle grass on the ground... The wheels roll over from above and crush a layer of green juice. However, these mature wild vegetables have many small burrs, and trip on the villagers' legs, and they feel a little painful and numb.

The world is silent.

Occasionally, a few wild-haired rabbits and roe deer were startled out of the bushes, and they watched the team in a hurry and rushed into the forest, but the mountain people had no intention of hunting.

"Who?" Wang Ju's second uncle Wang Wei shouted loudly and rushed into the grass.

The mountain people pulled out the knife on their backs almost at the same time.

Although the salary is not cheap, one trip to the mule will get a hundred steaks of money, and one person can get almost half of the steak, but its danger is no less than those seamen who go out on the seashore.

Anything that can make people frighten their hearts.

Two women stood out from the grass, one in their early twenties and the other in their teenagers, with a sword around their waists, and they all looked very pretty. However, their clothes were covered with dust, just like two kittens wandering outside for several days.

But Wang Ju stood beside him and saw it clearly. Although he was dressed as an ordinary woman, the young woman had an indescribable temperament.

"It seems that he is a master and a maid."

The young woman's face changed slightly and she stuttered: "We are lost people."

Making a mule is dangerous, but it looks a bit scary. She wears a bow and wears a knife. Although it is an ordinary Pu Dao and Sang Mu bow, it is both weapons, and more than a hundred big men obviously scared her.

"Are you lost?" Manager Zhu Qing walked forward and asked suspiciously.

It is possible.

Don't think there is a sun, but you have to know how much time you can tell the direction.

But where is the time?

Yes, in the city, the most accurate thing is not the hourglass, but the water leakage. Even if it is a water leakage, it will be accurate only if it is still.

Therefore, in the era without a compass and without being familiar with the local environmental guide, you will often get lost.

But their career is shameless.

"Are you all from Song?" the young woman asked calmly.

"Are you from the other side of the mountain?"

"On the other side of the mountain?"

"On the other side of Hengshan."

"You said they were from Xixia, but we are not."

The normal answer is actually a very strange answer, that is the language problem. The Han people in the Western Xia speak Chinese, the Qiang people speak Qiang, and the Yanzhou people are also different. There are a few regional differences, but for a long time, most of the Qiang people will say a few Chinese, and the Han people will say a few Qiang words. Chinese is the mainstream, and Qiang language is too chaotic, including Tubo people, Dangxiang people, Tuyuhun people, and some descendants of Hu people who were placed in various deserts left by the Tang Dynasty.

Zhu Qing thought for a while: "No, you are from Central Plains."

He was the manager of the boss. Because of the flood of private goods in Yanzhou, merchants from all over the northern part of the Song Dynasty finally heard the accent of the two women.

The young woman hesitated and said, "We are from Central Plains, where is this?"

Wang Wei said: "Daaoling."

"Where is Da'aoling?"

"Uncle Second, stop talking. If you report the names of all the surrounding mountains, they may not be able to figure out where they are." Wang Ju stepped forward and said.

Looking at two more women.

"Why are you here?"

All of them belong to the border area. Wang Ju used to hunt with his second uncle, and the farthest one had not reached this place.

"We are lost, where is Yanzhou?"

"Tell you that Yanzhou is there, can you walk back to Yanzhou safely? If you get lost again, you will really turn to Xixia in a few turns." Wang Ju said with a funny look.

The border is so chaotic, and the two women are lost, and they can still be safe and sound. What a miracle?

"What should we do?" the little maid said anxiously.

Wang Ju turned his head and looked at everyone: "Manager Zhu, Weng Weng, the two women are pitiful, why not do this? Let them follow us, we will take them to the avenue, find a car for them, and send them back to Yanzhou."

Zhu Qing was unhappy: "Boy, you're troubled."

"What else? If they continue to do this, something will happen sooner or later."

In this era, the woman's mouth is the real goods.

But Wang Ju was still influenced by his previous life's thoughts, and women and children were eventually vulnerable groups and needed to be taken care of. Otherwise, if they did not turn to the Xixia side, they would sooner or later be kidnapped by the Qiang people as property.

Zhu Qing frowned.

He hesitated for a long time before nodding.

However, the two women showed hesitation in their eyes.

"We are all Song people..." Wang Judao.

In this chaos, a Song man included too many meanings.

The young woman nodded: "My lover, let's go with them."

"Go on the road." Zhu Qing shouted.

The sound of wheels sounded again, and more than one hundred people were terrifyingly silent.

"Where are you guys?" the little maid named Gui'er asked curiously.

"Don't ask," Wang Ju said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't hear any Zhongyuan dialect. It took him three months to speak Shaanxi dialect from the Song Dynasty fluently. How could he hear the difference in pronunciation in other places?

But there are some foreign merchants from both Yanzhou and the Security Army. Maybe they are their families. They go out of the city to play and play, and get lost. As a result, they go further and further away, they actually come to the border. However, why do these merchants come to Yanzhou and the Security Army City? It’s not for private goods!

Wang Ju's cold shout made the two women shut their mouths.

"It's coming soon."

Zhu Qing stood on the top of the hill and looked northwest and said.

Wang Ju stopped, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and looked at Zhu Qing.

The mountain wind blew, making Zhu Qing's brown silk robe sound, which was a bit old. Maybe because he often wandered in the mountains, he could see a few patches of the robe feet. However, he stood among a group of villagers wearing shabby mahjong, and still stood out.

Wang Ju stared at the small river under the hill and asked, "That is the Tibetan River?

"Yes, after crossing that river, there is the Xixia people's territory over there. Little guy, be curious."

Little guy? Wang Ju smiled, feeling speechless.

He was not curious, and the words Zhu Guanshi were not right. From Shunning Village to the foot of Hengshan, it cannot be called the territory of the Song Dynasty, nor the territory of the Western Xia. Strictly speaking, it is the idle field mentioned in ancient books, a region with no control.

But he was curious about the journey, the Song Dynasty officers and soldiers didn't care about it. Did the boss of Zhu, who was the boss, bribed the security officers and soldiers together?

"Walk."

Zhu Qing ordered.

He didn't ask why Wang Ju came to the border to make a living at the age of thirteen.

The people in the border areas are very miserable, and many children in their teens are in charge of their own businesses.

The wheelbarrow made an unpleasant squeak again.

The convoy soon came to the hills in this monotonous sound and stopped one by one under Zhu Qing's command.

The Tibetan River is ahead, don’t look at it as small, because war may be famous in history. Wang Juliu looked at this temporary border river. The small Tibetan River is sparkling and the river water is clear. You can almost see the pebbles under the river and the fish wandering. The surroundings are still full of a lonely monotonous beauty, but some figures on the bank opposite the river make the villagers in the village nervous.

Zhu Qing didn't care and whistled a few times.

Wang Ju immediately saw a hair-haired man walking out from the opposite side.

Zhu Qing strode forward, and the two of them said nothing, but suddenly there were many horse, donkey, mule carts, and mule carts opposite. Compared with the rickshaws on the river, the formation was obviously much more luxurious.

Zhu Qing walked back and shouted: "The transaction was successful."

With this sound, both sides sent people to inspect the goods opposite each other.

Just watching a few foreign people wearing Xia Guojian watching the goods next to each car, more than a hundred villagers seemed to be trying to hold their breath.
Chapter completed!