"They want to go to the Ming Dynasty to see the world of flowers."

Atai said without blushing as the Tatar nobles who had become much more well-behaved, as if he was willing to continue to stick outside the Great Wall.

Fang Xing looked at the cloak he was wearing. I don’t know what fur it was made of, the cloak was smooth and watery, and you could tell it was of great value at first glance.

Zhong Ding came, and he became fatter. Fang Xing saw that A Tai was more afraid after he appeared, so he said, "I heard that you did a good job, which made the Tatars yearn for the Ming Dynasty."

Zhong Ding was originally an official exiled to the Great Wall. He was lucky enough to "educate people's hearts" in the Tatars tribe. It seems that he is doing well at present. Moreover, there are some minor officials under his command, and no one in the Tatars tribe dares to provoke him. Life is really free.

"Brother, all this is thanks to the prince's wisdom..."

Zhong Ding spoke very well, but Atai waved his hand and said, "I am just suppressing you. Thank you Lord Zhong. If it weren't for Lord Zhong, the Tatar tribe today would not be so prosperous."

Zhong Ding smiled and bowed. As for the prosperity of the Tatar tribe, it was just that they could exchange it with the Ming Dynasty freely and sell specialties.

"Thank you all, the Ming Dynasty will not forget it, and Your Majesty will not forget it."

Fang Xing was very satisfied with the current structure of the Tatar Ministry. He encouraged Zhong Ding: "After Xinghecheng is built, I will definitely recommend it to Your Majesty."

Zhong Ding smiled and bowed. In front of Atai, he and Fang Xing were his own people, so of course they could not use those official methods to express their gratitude.

Atai said with a smile: "Then I will congratulate Lord Zhong first."

"You are polite."

Fang Xing looked at the interaction between the two and was a little curious about how Zhong Ding cleaned up A Tai and obeyed him.

"Xiaguan just has a good relationship with some nobles, and is also good with King Ning."

Atai went back, Xinghecheng was about to start construction, and his people were going to monitor.

Try to differentiate?

Fang Xing felt that Zhong Ding was definitely a buried talent, but unfortunately he was drowned in the officialdom.

"Where are family members?"

Since he is a talent and has made contributions to the country, Fang Xing felt that he should not have to tormented him like this.

Zhong Ding was stunned, and then said bitterly: "I'm taken here... I don't have any position, and my wife and children at home don't know what happened. The officials usually don't dare to think about this, but when I dreamed of it at midnight, I can't help but miss it..."

"Xiaguan's wife is very virtuous, and the dog son is also smart. If Xiaguan had not been greedy back then... now..."

Zhong Ding looked gloomy, and then smiled and said, "At this time, these are all false. Bo Ye, the officials of the Ming Dynasty are unwilling to go out of the frontier, so the officials in the lower ranks have to take advantage."

"Well, you're probably going to take advantage of it and be promoted by the Rockets."

Fang Xing entered the city, Tudou and Ping'an could no longer ride a horse. The two children were strangling their legs, which was strange no matter how they looked.

After entering the house, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai saw that the two children were walking in a strange way, and they knew what was going on without explanation.

"Go into the house and take off your pants and take off your clothes!"

Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai each grabbed their son into the house, and then a scream came out.

"Master, the young master and his team have been riding a horse for a longer time today, but they just want to teach them a lesson. They will naturally arrange less in the future, so as not to become what you call a band-legged."

Fang Xing lowered his head and tried his best to put his legs together, and tried with his hands, saying, "They said that the heels are very good, and the gap between my legs is not big."

The so-called "blocked legs" when riding a horse is mostly caused by incorrect posture. In other words, those who have a chained legs are actually amateur riders.

Xin Laoqi also closed his legs together, then smiled foolishly, and went to find someone to discuss the tips of teaching Tudou and safe riding horses.

Fang woke up and saw Huanhuan. Because the child was young, Zhang Shuhui asked the craftsmen of Suijun to build a small iron stove, which was specially used to make fires and keep warm in Mochou's house.

The room was very warm, Fang Xing sat by the stove holding Huanhuan and asked casually, while Mochou made small clothes beside him.

"How does it feel?"

"The people here are all simple, and you are here with the master!"

Mochou looked up and smiled, with warmth between his eyebrows.

"Marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog, marry a uncle and go everywhere."

Fang Xing also smiled, and then the two of them were silent, enjoying the secret flowing warmth.

...

But Pugu did not enjoy the warmth, but just felt cold.

After returning to the campsite, the Halie people took the lead in sending scouts. Uen, who was shocked by the musket array, was worried that he would be raided at night.

This decision is correct, but he didn't discuss it with Pu Gu.

The camping on both sides was clearly distinguished. Although the two sides were not wary of each other, the cold air formed a wall in the middle.

Wall of estrangement!

Dinner is very simple, dead noodles. This is the result of Pugu snatching a handful of war after he came out of the wall, otherwise Wu'en would not have been able to persevere before spring begins.

The dead noodles were very unpalatable, so Pugu ate a piece with warm water, then got up and went to find Wuen.

Wun's tent has long been no longer as big as a prince, but is just bigger than others, at least people don't have to bow their heads when they go in.

Wuen was having a meal, but he had a sheep head and had a dead noodles.

The sheep's head was boiled so soft that Wu'en held it and chewed it, with a gum all over his face.

Seeing Pugu come in, Wuen bit off the last trace of meat from the sheep's neck in one bite, his cheeks stimulating, and he stumbled into his stomach.

Pugu sat down and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to go back?"

Wuen was picking the flesh on the sheep's head with a knife. Hearing this, he said, "Halie is sandwiched in the middle, sooner or later, it will be a sacrifice from the great country. What should I do when I go back? Are I fighting with those brothers? Die quickly!"

A smile appeared on Pugu's face, "Yes, Halie was once prosperous, and the caravans in Samarkand once communicated with things, and were prosperous for a while, but they had no support. The world is no longer stable now, and the countries in the west are fighting for decades. And in the east, you have been defeated by the Ming people..."

Wuen ate with a knife, carrying a sheep-skinned skin, nodded and said, "Yes, we were defeated, and then we started to fight intra-fight. But there is no intra-fight... Have you seen the Ming people's posture? They are not willing to be lonely, so they make an exception and start building cities outside the wall. The wolf ambition is well known to everyone. Pugu, your life is not easy... Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid!"

He inserted the knife into the sheep's eye socket, wiped his hands with a black towel, and said, "You don't have much supplies. At that time, I remember someone was injured, Pugu, and Halie were still surrounded. Are you just trying to use us, right?"

Pugu smiled and said, "No, it's a joining hand! If you don't want to be driven or enslaved by the Ming people, then join forces, otherwise where do you want to escape? Only in the unpredictable north, where many people can be frozen to death every year. And how can you survive there? Grazing? Heavy snow will freeze your flock to death. Farming? The seeds you sow will never sprout again... So you have no choice, but we can still march to the west, as long as you take Byzantine, Uen, and meat fans will be alive."

Wuen picked up a sheepskin bag from the side and shook it for a while. From the sound, he could hear that there was not much wine inside.

He opened the plug and took a big sip, and his eyes began to turn red.

"Those two sheep are still there, right?"

"right."

Pu Gu no longer hides it and tells you calmly.

"We need to work together!"

Wuen took another sip of wine and smiled, "So what about the joint efforts?"

"Guerrilla!"

"The Ming people would not have sent out a large army again. Their emperor was too fat. This is what I saw with my own eyes. Moreover, there were conflicts within them. The relationship between the demon god and the civil servant was very poor, just like their previous dynasty. When the civil servant thought he was a huge threat, the demon god would become the sacrifice of the civil servant, and there would be no place to die..."

"So we have to unite and unite Halie!"

Pugu said seriously: "If the Ming people do not send out large troops, the demon god will not be able to stop us from demolishing Xinghe City, then his reinforcements will eventually become a joke. If their army comes, we will guerrillas and let them consume food and grass. Although the Ming Dynasty is rich, it cannot withstand such consumption!"

Wuen glanced at him, and all he saw from those eyes was sincere.

"I can't talk to my brothers."

"Maybe the news of the arrival of the demon god can help them know the truth that they are consistent with the outside world."

Pugu smiled and said, if he couldn't, he would drag Uen in until he consumed all the men.

Wuen pulled out his knife, wiped it with a towel, and said, "I don't know, after Emperor Ming died, they all thought that the Ming people were no longer threatening, so they fought happily and the people were in trouble."

"The Demon God will wake them up."

Pugu still insists on this.

"Yes! The terrifying demon god, after seeing that Jingguan, my subordinates went crazy and killed them all!"

Wuen clapped his hands and someone came in outside the tent.

"Go with this knife and tell my brothers that the demon god is coming. If you don't want to die, then abandon the idea of ​​dominating Halie alone and gather together."

Wuen and Pugu left the tent, and the sound of horse hooves in the dark night passed away.

The camp was dark, Uen said, "Light a torch to illuminate the way for those greedy people to return home!"

So the torch was lit and one was placed not far away.

Looking at these ever-extending firelights, Pu Gu was silent. He missed home, his wife and children, and all that... familiar.

Uen slowly turned around and said, "It's too far from Halie to here, and before that, Pugu, what we need is harassment, and the kind of head-on collision earlier was stupid."

Pugu nodded, and the two stretched out their palms to fight.
Chapter completed!