"Brother, this is not how fish are caught. If you catch fish this way, the fish will scare away and they will never come again this year."

A group of soldiers from Baihu camp were fishing at the foot of Xianmiao Mountain. They were very busy, but they caught very few fish, so an old fisherman couldn't help but said to Zhou Fugui.

There are some people living at the foot of Xianmiao Mountain, including Sushen and other tribesmen. They are not many in number, only about twenty or thirty households. They are almost isolated from the world, make a living by fishing and hunting, and live a life of paradise. Nearly a thousand people came here unexpectedly.

The soldiers were greatly frightened, but these soldiers seemed relatively friendly and did not harass them too much, let alone burn, kill, and loot. They had no food, but they still found their own solutions, so these two

The people of thirty households were not so afraid.

"Oh? Excuse me, father, how do you fish here?" Zhou Fugui personally led people to fish. After working for a long time, he didn't catch a few fish. He was very tired, so he waved to Xu Mancang and the others to stop messing around.

After that, he walked up to the old fisherman and asked.

"Haha, so many people need to eat, so we need to catch a lot of fish..." Zhou Fugui was so amiable that the old Sushen fisherman pinched his sparse gray beard and said with a smile: "???????

????????You must first have a fishing ground, and then drive the fish away.”

"It's nothing but disrespectful..." Zhou Fugui took out a silver horn and stuffed it behind the old fisherman's back and said with a smile, "I'm a newbie here. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I hope my father-in-law can give me some advice."

In this world, gold and silver are hard currency everywhere, so the old fisherman happily took the silver horn and asked: "Brother, where are you from? How did you get here?"

"This..." The old fisherman's words made Zhou Fugui ask, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It is said to be the Yan army, but how can Zhou Fugui and the others have any shadow of the Yan army at this moment? They are animal skin and iron armor, but they look like a group of savages; it is even more inappropriate to say the Xiongnu army. Not long ago, Zhou Fugui led his troops to fight with the Huns.

Killed everything in darkness...

"Hey, I'll be honest with you..." Zhou Fugui thought for a while and sighed: "We are from the Yan Kingdom, so I have no idea why we came here..."

"People from the Yan State? The Yan State is a big country." The old fisherman said with a smile: "To drive fish away, that is, to drive the fish away, use the sound of the boat to drive, buckle the sun root of the horse, put a thin plate on the earthenware, and hit it to drive the fish away.

.”

Seeing Zhou Fugui's confused look, the old fisherman explained: "The root is to hit the boat or the board to drive the fish away with the sound. When the fish gather, they will surround and hunt them."

"My father-in-law is a Han?" Zhou Fugui said in surprise when he heard this: "Aren't the people here... Sushen people?"

Such literate words would be incomprehensible to a barbarian.

"My brother is also a Han Chinese, right?" The old fisherman laughed when he heard this: "My family came here a long time ago, several lifetimes ago. Not all people here are Sushen people, they are from all ethnic groups.

Yes. Everyone gathers together just to resist the severe cold and wild beasts, and to rely on each other for survival. It doesn’t matter which tribe they belong to.”

"Oh, that's it." Zhou Fugui nodded when he heard the words: "In that case, please give me some advice on how to fish. Zhou will be very grateful."

"My brother is a general, right?" The old fisherman picked up his silver horn and said with a smile: "The general is a Han. He probably doesn't know that money can make the world go round. Do you still need to catch fish yourself?"

Zhou Fugui nodded, but secretly screamed "ashamed" in his heart.

It is true that Zhou Fugui is a general, but so far, his rank and title are still the "fart general" of the Yan Kingdom...

"With the help of my father-in-law, we won't have to worry about food and drink." Zhou Fugui then said: "But there is a difficult problem at the moment. I hope my father-in-law can clear up the confusion with Zhou."

"General, please speak." The old fisherman nodded.

"Where does the salt that my father-in-law eats come from?" Zhou Fugui asked.

Other daily necessities are just enough, and I can barely survive, but if you can eat without salt, the consequences will be extremely serious, such as dizziness, dizziness, weakness, etc., and you may even die. For these basic common sense, Zhou Fugui still understands

It's in the chest.

"Haha, we rely on mountains to eat mountains, and we rely on water to drink water..." After the old fisherman laughed, he pointed to Xianmiao Mountain and replied: "Over this mountain, there is the sea, and there is a salt field by the sea. But the little old man and others are

It was a detour, going to the beach to buy some wild animals in exchange for some salt and other supplies. This trip took more than half a year, and it was still smooth. If there were twists and turns, it would have taken longer."

"Why is this?" Zhou Fugui was very puzzled when he heard this. He glanced at the snow peaks on Xianmiao Mountain and asked, "Why don't you go over the mountains? But you have to take a detour? Is there no such thing as this mountain?"

????????????Can’t you climb over it?”

For more than half a year, or even more, wouldn't Zhou Fugui and others have died due to lack of salt? At least they would have gotten sick, and in this foreign country, getting seriously ill was almost equal to death.

After being driven into the deep mountains and old forests by the Huns, Zhou Fugui was already prepared to deal with the Huns in Xianmiao Mountain for a long time. To deal with the Huns army for a long time, some necessary living supplies needed to be prepared.

When the Huns were tired and relaxed their vigilance, Zhou Fugui took the opportunity to go south and fled back to Yan.

"General..." the old fisherman heard the words and replied: "No matter how steep this mountain is, it will not be difficult for the little old man and other people who have lived here for a long time. The reason why they cannot climb this mountain is that there is a sacred place in the mountain called Dragon."

Mortals cannot approach the Yin Holy Land."

"Dragon Roar Holy Land?" Zhou Fugui said thoughtfully upon hearing this.

Could it be like the Netherworld Valley? Zhou Fugui thought secretly in his heart.

No matter what kind of holy land he is, even if it is a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, in order to survive, he has to fight his way through it. Zhou Fugui then looked at the knife-cut ice peaks in the distance, tightened his belt and thought to himself.

Since he came to this world, Zhou Fugui has been in dangerous situations all the time, and he has long been accustomed to this.

.....................

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The weather in the North changes at a moment's notice. It was sunny just a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, the biting north wind blows in. In the whistling north wind, five tall figures and one thin figure are riding on war horses, struggling hard.

After marching in the Xianmiao Mountain, the six of them were exhausted. The hot breath exhaled by the people and horses formed clouds of snow and mist.

There was heavy snowfall, and the snowflakes fell on the leather hat on the head of a tall man in the lead, and on the animal skin on the man's body. Because the weather was too cold, the snowflakes could not melt at all, making the man seem to be wrapped in a

A thick layer of snow-white cotton clothes. The white snow condensed on the man's eyebrows and beard, making the man look like a gray-haired old man. However, the man's exposed cheeks and two bright eyes were still

It was vaguely possible to tell that he was only in his twenties.

"Tinker Bell, how far is it?" The tall man was, of course, General Pi of the Yan Kingdom and General Zhou Fugui of the White Tiger Camp. Zhou Fugui asked the thin man.

The thin person is the granddaughter of an old fisherman, her name is Dingdang, and she is only fifteen years old this year. Despite her young age, she is extremely familiar with the roads of Xianmiao Mountain. The reason is that her father is a hunter, and she has been a hunter since she was a child.

Then she went hunting with her father in Xianmiao Mountain. As for her grandfather, the reason why her father agreed was just because Zhou Fugui used money.

The old fisherman and twenty or thirty households had some food, salt and other daily necessities at home, but this was far from enough for the nearly a thousand soldiers of Baihu camp. Therefore, in order to survive, Zhou Fugui planned to cross the Xianmiao Mountain and climb over the mountain.

Traveling across mountains and ridges in search of salt and other daily necessities.

Zhou Fugui planned to cross Xianmiao Mountain for another purpose, which was to explore the road and find another way out of the mountain, so that he could lead his men to escape the siege of the Huns and escape.

Zhou Fugui personally led the team for the same reason as when he went to Xiong Ling alone. His ability to survive in the wild was unmatched by anyone in the White Tiger Camp.

There could not be too many people traveling over such mountains and ridges, so Zhou Fugui only allowed four people, including Xue Wentai and Yelihu, to go together.

Go to the seaside on the other side of the mountain to buy salt or grab salt. Zhou Fugui and five other strong men are enough.

"We are almost there, but General, we have agreed in advance..." Xiao Dingdang heard the words and replied: "When you arrive at the Dragon Song Holy Land, you can go in by yourselves. Dingdang won't go in."

After Tinkerbell said this, she covered her chest with her hands, looking frightened.

The sound of Tinkerbell is clear and sweet, just like the lark in the mountains.

"Do you think I look like a general? Tinker Bell, how much older is Zhou than you, just call me brother..." Zhou Fugui heard this and said with a smile: "What exactly is in the Holy Land of Dragon Song?

What makes you so scared, are there gods or ghosts inside?"

Of course Zhou Fugui hopes that Tinker Bell will go in. Without Tinker Bell as a good guide, Zhou Fugui and others don't know where they will go. However, Tinker Bell does not dare to enter the Dragon Song Holy Land, so Zhou Fugui and others can only bite the bullet and rush in.

Already.

"Brother, Dingdang doesn't know either. Grandpa, my father has always told me not to get close to the Dragon Roar Holy Land..." Dingdang thought for a while after hearing this and replied, "But Ding Dang heard from his grandmother that in the Dragon Roar Holy Land, there are people living in the Dragon Roar Holy Land.

I’m looking at a god, but this god has a bad temper, and he won’t be able to get out after he goes in.”

"Immortal? What kind of immortal is he? So awesome? Huh, it's just pretending to be a ghost." Zhou Fugui snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Oh, big brother, please don't talk nonsense. You may have blasphemed the gods and angered the mountain gods. We will be in trouble..." Although Tinkerbell didn't know what the awesomeness meant, she also knew that it was definitely not a good thing, so she hurriedly said

: "Dingdang also heard that there is a big dragon in the Holy Land..."

"Big dragon?" Zhou Fugui looked around and laughed when he heard this: "What big dragon? Where can there be a big dragon? Do you believe it?"

"General, I believe it!" Yelihu said, "I seem to have heard of this matter."

"Haha!" Zhou Fugui shook his head and laughed when he heard this: "There is no dragon in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves."

"Roar..."

"Eh-er...Eh-er..."
Chapter completed!