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Chapter 459 0455 [Dadan blocks divination]

Chapter 459 0455 [Dadan blocks divination]

Along the way, it can be said that we have traveled through mountains and rivers and narrowly escaped death.

Of the one hundred personal guards, there are now less than sixty left.

The city of Kedun itself was located in a remote location, and Ma Kuo did not dare to leave from the Kingdom of Jin. Instead, he took a detour from Xixia and finally crossed the 800-mile vast sea.

At the beginning, the Jin Kingdom raised hundreds of thousands of troops, but they all lost their way in this vast desert, and finally withdrew in embarrassment.

Ma Kuo is a talent after all. With his outstanding eloquence and charisma, he successfully recruited several local guides, otherwise they would not be able to cross the vast desert.

On the Gobi Desert, the wind and sand gradually subsided, and the whole world returned to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Ma Kuo took off the gauze covering his mouth and nose and breathed in the cold air.

I don’t know how long they walked, but Ma Kuo looked up at the sun, stopped, and ordered: “It’s getting late, get ready to set up camp.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the guide beside him chirping a series of words.

"merchant?"

You know, how could he be loved by most of the nobles of the Jin Kingdom without two brushes.

Along the way, they admired Ma Kuo's performance, and his decisive decisions saved their lives several times, so they trusted him.

When Wanyan Agu was sent to the Kingdom of Jin for the first time, he saw that he was thin and weak, so he invited him to hunt. The original intention was to see him make a fool of himself and find out the background of the Song people.

The soldiers of the Xuanjia Army couldn't understand, but Ma Kuo could, and he was giggling with surprise on his face.

Coupled with his alert and sophisticated personality, exquisite clarity and eloquence, he quickly won the respect of the Jurchen nobles.

Ma Kuo looked at it carefully for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "Put away your weapon."

As the sun sets in the west, the sparse shrubs gradually become thicker.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods, the herdsmen smiled one after another. The cavalry leader smiled and invited: "Businessmen who come from afar, our home is right in front. We treat the merchants like family members."

Da Da Da~

The cavalry are getting closer and closer. These cavalry are not armies, but herdsmen on the grassland.

The expressions of the officers of the Xuanjia Army changed, and they all drew out their steel knives from their waists, planning to form a battle formation.

Rivers have been a place that nurtured life since ancient times.

Hearing that it was a caravan, the vigilance in the cavalry's eyes dissipated a lot.

Ma Kuo smiled slightly, took out a bottle of Shaodao Bai from the bamboo basket, handed it over and said: "This is the wine from our Han region. After drinking it, we will become friends!"

Everyone's eyes sparkled when they heard there was a river ahead.

As a result, Ma Kuo was not afraid at all, and with his exquisite archery skills, he conquered many Jurchen nobles.

The cavalry gradually slowed down and stopped when they were more than twenty steps away from the caravan. The leading cavalryman, who was about twenty years old, looked around the caravan and asked in Khitan: "Who are you waiting for?"

Ma Kuo was not a scholar, but a martial artist.

After taking the wine, the leader didn't doubt it was him. He opened the seal of the wine, raised his head and took a big gulp.

Even the most ferocious robbers would not attack merchants, but would barter in an orderly manner.

To be honest, Ma Kuo's first mission to the Jin Kingdom was very successful. Not only did he promote the Maritime Alliance, but he also left a deep impression on the Jin people, so much so that Wanyan Aguda and other nobles respected Zhao and Song Dynasty and thought that the Song people They are all like Ma Kuo, capable of literature and martial arts.

This is also the reason why Han Zhen attaches great importance to Ma Kuo. An excellent diplomat is as useful as a thousand troops.

Without tea, salt, silk, iron pots and other items, herdsmen's life would be very difficult.

Hearing this, the soldiers hesitated for a moment, and finally sheathed their steel swords.

"Correct."

As long as they get some energy, the Jin people will not dare to go south based on the impression left by Ma Kuo.

Khitan and Mongolian languages ​​are originally from the same family, and with more than a hundred years of grassland management, Khitan has become the official language of the grassland on Shangjing Road.

Everyone was shocked and quickened their pace.

This is the simplest truth. If you kill the caravan, no merchant will dare to come again.

If there is a river, there is a high probability that there will be people living there, especially in this dry and barren desert Gobi.

Hearing this, Ma Kuo showed joy and shouted in Chinese: "Work harder, there is a river about five miles ahead!"

Herdsmen do not rob caravans. This is a rule handed down from ancient times.

The guide nodded hurriedly and put on a confident expression.

"What an honor."

Ma Kuo opened his mouth and said in fluent Khitan: "We are businessmen from Han Dynasty."

Ma Kuo stopped and looked around, only to see a group of cavalry running wildly in the distance.

Da da da!

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

Ma Kuo nodded and lifted the blanket covering the camel's back, revealing various commodities in the bamboo basket.

As a result, the two Northern Expeditions were completely ugly, and the Jin people saw through the truth.

Under the leadership of the guide, the group led the camels and horses and moved forward with difficult steps.

But even the herdsmen were all tough, carrying bows on their backs and swords on their shoulders.

Shaodaobai is a distilled spirit, extremely spicy. It slides down the throat and into the stomach, and it feels like the whole chest is on fire.

There is also wine on the grassland, but the wine fermented from mare's milk only has a maximum of three to five degrees, which is not even comparable to fruit wine and rice wine.

The leader had never drunk such strong wine before. His whole face turned red from holding it back. After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and laughed: "It's great, good wine!"

As he spoke, he handed the wine to the herdsman beside him.

A can of wine, more than twenty people each took a sip, and drank it all in the blink of an eye.

The leader said boldly: "I like your gift very much. We will be friends from now on!"

Soon, the caravan set off again, following the herdsmen towards the front.

The tribe of herdsmen is not far from this and is built near the river.

Along the way, Ma Kuo relied on his outstanding personality charm and eloquence to become completely familiar with the other party and extract information from the other party. The opponent's name is Mo Rigen, and this place is within the jurisdiction of Dadan (Tatar) Zubu. The tribe's population is about three hundred.

Morigen's father is the leader of this tribe.

He is not in the tribe at this time. He went to Kedun City a while ago to attend the banquet of the King of Liao.

In fact, Yelu Dashi had already established himself as king while fleeing to the west.

"The caravan is coming!"

Mo Rigen roared.

In an instant, the entire tribe was boiling.

There are almost no recreational activities on the grassland, and caravans are most likely the only outsiders the herdsmen have contact with throughout the year, or even for several years.

Every time a caravan arrives, it is a rare carnival day for the herders on the grassland.

Although the Liao Kingdom established towns such as Kedun City and Fangzhou on this land, the herdsmen did not settle down, but lived in pursuit of water and grass.

Moreover, this place is too remote and business has declined. The so-called towns are just tribes with walls and houses.

Morigen entertained Ma Kuo warmly.

The prairie people are generous, and Ma Kuo also welcomes everyone, which attracts applause from the whole house.

After drinking for three rounds, Ma Kuo asked: "Mo Rigen, how far is it from Kedun City?"

Morigen was already drunk now and said with a big tongue: "It takes three days to ride a horse."

Ma Kuo silently calculated in his mind that it would take three days to ride a horse, which is about five hundred miles.

Because the grassland is vast and there are no obstacles or detours, it is extremely easy to travel more than a hundred miles a day.

Morigen put his arms around his shoulders and said: "I heard that the King of Liao is vigorously developing trade. If you go, the King of Liao will be very happy. There have been no caravans from Han for several years."

Hearing this, Ma Kuo nodded secretly in his heart.

This Yelu Dashi has a heroic image. In just one year, it recovered all the grassland tribes, united them together, vigorously developed business, and slowly accumulated strength.

Ma Kuo echoed: "The Jin people are blocking the north, so we can't get through. We can only take a detour from Xixia, cross the vast desert, and narrowly escape death to get here."

Speaking of the Jin people, a murderous intent appeared on Mo Rigen's drunken face, and he shouted angrily: "Damn Jin people, sooner or later we will kill them all!"

"Kill all the golden men!"

The other herdsmen in the tent raised their glasses and shouted loudly.

They hated the Jin people very much. Life was originally very easy under the rule of the Liao Kingdom, and they could easily exchange daily necessities through caravans.

As a result, after the Jin people raised their troops, the commercial routes on the grassland were cut off.

Although Shangjing Road borders Xixia, it is separated by eight hundred miles of vast sea. It is almost a narrow escape, and no businessman is willing to do this.

Seeing this, Ma Kuo was overjoyed. The people of the grassland were so happy. It seemed that the mission should be successful.

Outside the tent, the herdsmen came to exchange the sheepskin, horns, cowhide and other materials they had accumulated for a long time for their favorite products.

The most popular items are needlework, tea, iron pots and salt.

Of course the herdsmen like wine and silk cloths, but few can afford to change them.

A herdsman chirped while pushing a young girl into Lu Cheng's arms.

As soon as the girl entered her arms, the smell of mutton immediately hit her nostrils.

Lu Cheng looked at his Dutou at a loss, and said with a grimace: "Zhang Dutou, what... does this mean?"

"It seems that I want to marry my daughter to you."

Zhang Dotou, who knew very little Khitan, scratched his head and said with some uncertainty.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the herdsman babbled again, then picked up a can of wine from the ground and walked away.

Lu Cheng hurriedly shouted: "Hey, you haven't paid me yet."

The other party ignored him and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, the guide who was leading them showed some big yellow teeth and said in stiff Chinese: "Girl, wine, friends."

The guide kept talking and making gestures, and Lu Cheng and Zhang Dutou finally understood.

The guy just exchanged his daughter's night for wine.

But on the grassland, this is not called exchange. Between friends, you give me wine, and I give you your daughter to sleep with. It is normal.

This is the result of the survival and evolution of the group. It seems chaotic, but in fact it is to ensure the genetic diversity of the group. Otherwise, if a group is closed for too long, they will all be close relatives after a few generations.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl. She was not very old, about fifteen or sixteen, with a hint of plateau red on both cheeks. She was not beautiful, but not ugly either, and her figure was bumpy.

One pair of legs is strong and strong from long-term riding and grazing.

Now lying in Lu Cheng's arms, the girl was not afraid. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the various products curiously.

Lu Cheng asked: "Zhang Dutou, what should we do now?"

"What to do?"

Zhang Du curled his lips and snorted: "It's easy for me, kid, but the can of wine just now will be deducted from your salary when you get back!"

Lu Cheng sighed and said: "This... is not good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier came forward and said, "Old Lu, if you don't do it, leave it to me, and I'll pay for the drinks!"

It's been half a year since I set off from the capital, and I'm really frustrated.

"piss off!"

Lu Cheng suddenly became anxious and kicked the other person away without caring about pretentiousness.

Then, he put the girl on his shoulders and walked quickly towards a haystack in the distance.

(End of this chapter)

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