Chapter 18 Long hair fluttering is not an immortal
Kang Zhendai's words were like a heavy hammer, breaking Tie Mo's hopeful heart.
Four thousand taels of silver, coupled with Kang Zhendai's words, made Tie Mo sober up a lot.
From a certain point of view, I should really thank Kang Zhendai, who made me realize the reality.
Who am I? A poor military household in Anzhuangbao. Even if he becomes a probationary household, he still cannot get rid of the shackles of a military household.
Thinking that he would have a certain status in Anzhuangbao and get a windfall, he happily ran to Zhangjiakou and wanted to occupy a place. Haha, I really thought too much.
"Brother Tie, are we going back like this? Our money..."
"Let's go, is money more important, or life?" Tie Mo stood at the south door, looking back at the brightly lit Hongxiang Pavilion.
Tie Mo was 100% convinced that if he had attacked Kang Zhendai just now, it would have been his group of people who died.
Zhou Dingshan kept thinking about what happened in the past two days along the way, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Brother Tie, where did we offend Kang Zhendai? Is it just that we don't like us? Haha, to put it bluntly, with our current situation, Kang Zhendai has no need to pay attention to us."
"Who knows what's going on? We'll figure it out sooner or later. For now, let's go north to get the goods."
"But...we don't have a leather workshop..."
"There is no leather workshop, so we just bring back the furs and sell them, just to make a little profit."
"Hey, as long as I can come back from the north alive, I will definitely return to Zhangjiakou. When the time comes, I want Kang Zhendai to die!"
"He may not want to see us, but he shouldn't insult us!"
Tie Mo clenched his waist knife and stepped out of the south gate of Zhangjiakou.
The moonlight is bright tonight, and my straight back is like an iron tower.
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After traveling all night, accompanied by the morning sun and clouds, Tie Mo and his party finally returned to Anzhuang Castle.
Under the dawn, the green smoke of Anzhuang Castle curled up, simple and pure. On the haystack at the gate of Zhuangzi, a man stood upright.
He was wearing a shabby coat, holding a wooden stick in his hand to beat the haystack, tilting his head, looking up at the morning glow on the horizon. The cold wind was strong, the withered grass was rustling, and his messy hair was dancing.
The macho man with long hair blows in the wind, he is either an immortal or an idiot!
The person in front of me is definitely not an immortal, so he is definitely a coward.
Tie Mo rode forward and looked at the man sideways, "Drill, are you stimulated? Standing high in the morning and blowing in the cold wind."
The gopher was so embarrassed that he juggled the wooden stick in a circle and jumped to the ground with a thud.
"Haha, I'm just waiting for you. How about it? Didn't I look like a general just now?"
"???" Tie Mo was a little surprised, "Hey, you look like a general, but how did you know we were coming back this morning?"
"I don't know. As long as I wait here every day, I can always wait, right?"
Tie Mo rolled his eyes and rode into Zhuangzi. The gopher was so slick that he couldn't tell which sentence was true and which was false.
The gopher followed the horse with no intention of leaving.
"Xiaotie, I heard that you are going to the north to sell goods, why don't you count me in?"
"You want to go? Did you know? If you go there, you will probably die on the way."
"I know, but I still want to go. I have to make some money to buy a new coat. Look at my shabby coat, it can't stop the wind."
Tie Mo just hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll count you in."
Xie Kaila and Han Niuer were in a hurry, and when they were about to say something, Zhou Dingshan gestured to them to stop talking.
During this period of time, Zhou Dingshan got to know Tie Mo a lot. Tie Mo looked honest and honest, even a little silly, but in fact he was definitely a ruthless man full of wits and scheming.
If you are really stupid, can you lead a dozen people to make a fool of the Baiyao Mountain bandits?
Others don't know about Baiyao Mountain, but Zhou Dingshan knows it more clearly.
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Going north to barter, Tie Mo left the monkey behind.
The monkey also has a very heavy task. On the one hand, he must protect his home, and on the other hand, he must dig out as many leatherworkers as possible.
On October 27, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, a strong northwest wind blew. Under the leadership of Tie Mo, twenty-nine soldiers from Anzhuang Fort embarked on an unknown journey.
The long camel team carried heavy cargo, and there were more than 20 soldiers holding swords on both sides, with hope and determination in their eyes.
The cold wind is rustling and the sound of camel bells is clear and sweet. If you go to Mobei, your life and death will be determined by your fate and wealth!
The camel team bypassed Zhangjiakou and headed north. When they came to the north of Daqing Mountain, they saw desolation and deathly silence.
At the front, a bearded man wrapped like a rice dumpling covered his face and shouted loudly, "Ahead is Tuoling Slope. Stop there and rest. After eating, go to bed quickly."
Tie Mo looked at the sky, it was just past noon, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so he rubbed Han Niu'er beside him and winked at him.
Han Niuer trotted along and handed the wine bag around his waist to Fan Laowai.
Fan Laowai was not polite either. He sipped wine and grinned, shouting loudly.
"Uncle Lao Wai, it's still early, why should we rest at this time?"
"Haha, since you asked me to be your guide, just listen to me and have a good sleep when you get to Tuolingpo."
Fan Laowai returned the wine bag to Han Niuer and continued walking forward.
Han Niu'er returned to Tie Mo and glared depressedly, "That old guy is very naughty and won't say anything."
"You are stupid, Niu'er, Kela. Your mission is to follow Fan Laowai and learn as many skills as you can. Remember, truly useful things are learned secretly by any means, so use more caution."
"oh!"
Han Niu'er and Xie Kaila shook their heads helplessly and quickened their pace to catch up with Fan Laowai.
Shi Hu shrank his neck and stared straight at Fan Laowai.
"Xiaotie, I'll go too!"
"Are you going?" Tie Mo couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Brother Hu, what if he doesn't teach you?"
"Don't teach me? I'll punch him and punch his shit out!"
"Then you'd better not go!"
Tie Mo felt that he had to keep an eye on Shi Hu. If Shi Hu was allowed to join in the fun, Fan Lao Wai would be beaten to death within two days.
Too lazy to pay attention to Shi Hu, he waved to Zhou Dingshan from behind, and the two of them murmured in a low voice.
"Dingshan, have you figured it out?"
"No!"
At this time, a voice that was neither salty nor bland came from behind, "I'm so stupid, I can't even understand this."
Zhou Dingshan raised his eyebrows and turned to glare at the other party.
"Drill, what are you talking about in a sarcastic way, we are stupid? Then you should say something."
"Hey, let me teach you."
As the Gopher spoke, his eyes stared straight at the wine bag on Zhou Dingshan's waist. Zhou Dingshan was helpless, so he took off the wine bag and threw it to the Gopher.
After taking a sip of wine, the gopher smacked his lips with satisfaction and said: "Winter is different from spring. The Gobi desert in winter can freeze to death at night. Resting in the desert at night is asking for death."
"Every veteran who travels in Mobei knows that you can sleep while it's warm during the day and drive at night. As long as you move, you won't freeze to death easily."
"More than twenty miles north of Tuoling Slope is the desert. If we don't rest, it will be dark when we reach the edge of the desert. Therefore, Fan Laowai is right to let the camel team rest at Tuoling Slope."
As he spoke, the gopher took a sip of old wine and said, "Besides, in the desert, if you want to identify the direction, the stars are much more reliable than the sun and the moon."
I see!
Tie Mo and Zhou Dingshan raised their ears, but the gopher kept his mouth shut.
Tie Mo narrowed his eyes, wishing he could chop the gopher into pieces with a knife. The old guy said a lot, but he didn't say the most important thing.