The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Leaving Longmen Office, passing Yulin, looking at Qingtongxia and Shizuishan in the distance, Lan Xishu led the mouse and followed the caravan of the hard-core Sanye along the outer line of the Great Wall all the way through the military defense zone of Datong Town, heading north, abandoning the Yellow River and Daming. In the Xilamulun River Basin on the edge of Tatar, more than half a month's journey finally arrived at the destination of the hardcore Sanye——Liangzhen!

This is the destination of Lan Xishu's mission!

Five hundred miles to the south of Liangzhen, looking at the Great Wall is Datong Town, a famous military town in the Ming Dynasty. To the west of Liangzhen is the Hetao area with rich water and grass. The edge of Wacha's power.

Liangzhen——is a special place. The reason why it is special is because of the complex smuggling trade between Tatar, Daming, Wacha and Wuliangha. This is a paradise for all kinds of smugglers. The power and the smuggling power cannot be touched. The various ministries of the Northern Yuan Dynasty rely on the trade exchanges here and rarely use force to sweep them up on a large scale. Geography, the special prosperity of trade, also created a special cultural, military and political structure, regardless of many parties, it has always been controlled by a mysterious gang force.

The third young man in brocade clothes, Lan Xishu, has gained a lot of experience in helping the smuggling caravan of the hard-core third master. Speaking of Lan Xishu’s reasons, it is sympathetic. His sister was kidnapped and trafficked. It is said that Liangzhen is the largest A distribution center for smuggled people and goods.

Everything is logical, thanks to Qian Daqian's extensive network, Lan Xishu really did not expect that Qian Daqian's distribution channel went as far as Liangzhen.

It can be regarded as Qian Daqian's return to Lan Xishu.

Looking for relatives?Who believes it?

The hard-core third master who has been running horses for more than [-] years just laughed it off. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. With Qian Daqian's credit guarantee, this short, hard-hearted old man who has been well-known for a long time never asks more questions. Lan Xishuxu and Wei Snake walked all the way politely, and they didn't dislike Lan Xishu as a master and servant. With his eyesight for recognizing people, this young man who seems to spend money like water at a young age is by no means an ordinary playboy.

Having been able to run on this road for more than [-] years, don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, and don’t be curious about what you shouldn’t know, as the hardcore third master often said to his twin sons.

From a distance, you can see Liangzhen, stone houses, yurts, long-lived tents, and even houses in the Ming Dynasty with many corners and cornices that enter and leave the courtyard. There is a peaceful harmony.

The mountains and the sky fade away, and the open and buffered terrain is completely different from that in the pass. The wind here is edged and has a personality. If it blows casually, it will make ghosts cry and howl for days and nights.

Lan Xishu wrapped his cloak tightly against the wind, and as soon as he left the Daming military defense zone, the hardcore third master ordered the caravan to hang copper bells on the heavily loaded mules and horses, ho!The mixed sound of the bells and jingles is so pleasant, the wild caravan guys shook their heads on the horseback and howled the rough ditty, those blunt foreign accents often made the whole caravan laugh Followed by booing, Lan Xishu, who was used to seeing this, would shake the horsewhip and beat the beat.

The situation where there are no people in the hundred miles is gone, and from time to time you can hear the sound of camel bells and the caravan bells from elsewhere.

It was mid-October, everything was sluggish, and the mountains and rivers were rustling, but Liangzhen had a different kind of vitality. This is a man's world, and there are tall, big horses, tough and powerful northern men, Han people, Mongolians, faces, races, costumes, and strange shapes. , but people will not cast a strange look.

Lan Xishu looked so handsome here that it was a little outrageous. On the contrary, he caused some passers-by to look at him a few more times, and his eyes were full of all sorts of wretchedness.

The hard-core third master is familiar with the polite greetings with the leaders of various caravans, even if they are opponents, they will pass by with a smile.

In this way, you must not judge people by their appearances. If you don't have any skills, let alone stand in and out in Liangzhen, you won't be able to get out even in Daming's many checkpoints.

The most common saying of the hardcore third master is: Sometimes you can't take yourself too much, and sometimes you can't take others too much.The key is to master the heat.

The words are very profound, and Lan Xi has a taste for his books, and he often hands them over as a teaching certificate.

"The ones behind keep up! Watch out for your own goods! We've reached the end of the road." The eldest son of the hardcore third master blew his whip and loudly greeted the guys behind, and the twenty or thirty people immediately formed a neat formation in front of them. The ancient pavilion at the southernmost end of Liangzhen stopped.

Liangzhen is a street that runs directly from north to south. The street is as wide as a racetrack, and the buildings on both sides have no pattern. The Guting Inn is the first inn with a Chinese house structure in Liangzhen. People say that familiarity is a treasure in the place where people live, and they are right.

The fence wall, the inn was closed, five or six guys in sack clothes came out, arranged for caravans to enter, and put away the goods.

"Little brother! Live here first, it's a bit rough here, but the shopkeeper here is from Gansu, and the people from his hometown are easy to talk to!" The hardcore third master got off the horse, rubbed the old waist with the horsewhip, and stroked a few sparse ones The grizzled beard let Lan Xishu in with a smile, and Lan Xishu also got off the horse. The bumpy road had finally come to an end, and Lan Xishu really didn't mind where he lived.

"Thank you, Third Master, for taking care of me all the way. Xiaolan is very grateful." Lan Xishu bowed slightly and hugged his wrists. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and a figure flashed over his left shoulder. His cloak and hat were pulled away. Lan Xishu He bent his shoulders and turned his elbows to one side, a string of silver bell laughter echoed in his right ear, his breath followed, and a burst of strong vanilla scent rushed over.

"Third Master! Is this the new buddy? Your face is tender!"

When Lan Xishu came out of the way, a little girl in a long crimson dress, a mink velvet jacket with a cinched waist, a lot of braids, and curved eyebrows suddenly put her arms on Lan Xishu's shoulders, and her words were directed at the iron rod. The third master turned his eyes and stopped on Lan Xishu's face seductively. He looked up and down with a black smile without concealing his curiosity.

Lan Xishu moved with heavy shoulders, and walked away calmly, the woman raised her elbows and giggled.