Xiaolu Island is not too big. It is lying on the top of the mountain. The scene below the mountain can be clearly seen. Under the torches, the huge sea is full of grimness, as if it is bargaining something. There are more than a dozen Later Jin people on the opposite side are also clamoring there.

This is the first time that the Jurchen man Mao Jue has seen him. He is completely different from the image of the big braids in the movie. Almost each of them is bald, leaving only a piece of hair the size of a copper coin on the back of his head and combed into a small braid. This thing is called the Money Rat Tail.

Moreover, the Jurchens of this era are very different from those of the Han people in terms of appearance. When you look up, you can see that they have a strong foreign bloodline. Not to mention Wen Meng, who has been fighting with these guys for so many years, Mao Jue can tell at a glance.

"Dog*day, I have an affair with Jiannu!"

Unexpectedly, this guy asked him to go out to patrol the sea and secretly had an affair with Jiannu. Mao Jue couldn't help but get angry. He reached out and pulled out his gun, turned around and thought about it. Unexpectedly, Wen Meng suddenly grabbed his sleeve and pressed him back.

"Young master, only a dog that doesn't bark will bite people! Now we are on the territory of Pang, and we are suffering from the loss with him. Let's watch first, and pretend to be unaware when you go back. Lao Wen will help you take this guy!"

Looking back, Mao Jue was really a little **. In my impression, Wen Meng was just a bad gambling guy, a rude guy, big breasts, brainlessness and muscles. But just now, in his gloomy tricks, he saw the gloomy like a poisonous snake.

The turmoil in Liaodong has not been resolved for ten years, and millions of people died. Those who survived were indeed the most powerful.

Tolerantly, Mao Jue then lowered his body and watched. After about ten minutes of shouting, Pang Dahai hugged each other with the heads of the Jurchens opposite. Then some black cargo boxes on the Cangshan boat were moved down by Pang Dahai's people. The other Jurchens also brought bundles of animal skins, deer antlers, and several large boxes. I don't know what, especially this guy handed him a small box that was particularly precious.

The two completed their goodbye again. The Jurchens carried about ten big boxes onto the boat, as if satisfied. The men of the Pang Baihu also carried animal skins and deer antlers along the beach to the other end of Xiaolu Island where they were parked.

After looking at each other, Mao Jue and Wen Meng quietly retreated from the top of the mountain, climbing the mountain back to the thatched house of the Ming army simple camp located on the other end of the island.

"Old Wen, call your people up. Tomorrow morning, I will find an excuse to ask Pang Dahai to come to me. If you find a chance, you will take him down for me!"

He was completely sleepy. He sat on the thatched bed, rubbing a gun while Mao Jue muttered gloomyly. His identity was very subtle. Mao Wenlong's only son, now he was very suspicious of the purpose of Pang Dahai's sudden appointment with him to patrol the sea. If he fell into the hands of the Jurchens, the Dongjiang River would be in chaos. Moreover, with Mao Wenlong's personality, it is unlikely that he would submit to save him.

Mao Jue himself is even more. Although he is afraid of death, if he is a slave to those elder brothers, shaving an ugly rat tail of money and kowtow step by step, it would be better to kill him.

However, listening to Mao Jue's angry words and squatting at the door, Wen Meng didn't take the initiative to take the matter immediately. He hesitated with the beard on his chin, but instead shook his head.

"Young Master, this matter is not urgent. His surname Pang may not dare to be detrimental to you. After all, his family is all on Pi Island. The young master has a few things. The first one is to spare his whole family. This is his surname Pang. We have few people and we can easily suffer losses. The young master pretended that nothing happened in the past two days, so he dealt with him first. When he returned to Pi Island, there are ways to deal with him!"

"But what if this guy is not good for us?"

"Tomorrow, the young master came to him and said he was tired of playing and wanted to go back to Pi Island. If he refused, he would have a ghost in his heart. My brothers would take him. At that time, the dragons had no leader and could threaten the crops under his command. If he agreed, he would not cause trouble. What do you think?"

This one was discussing, but suddenly there were rapid footsteps at the door. Then, Mao Jue, the oldest guy among the eleven personal soldiers, asked him, the old man who was immortal, to push the door and come in.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Qian, the man named Pang is here and is walking up the mountain?"

Although this thin old man was inconspicuous in his 1.6-meter-old man, he was an old Liao army, participated in the Wanli Korean War and fought against Japan. Even at this age, he was still the best scout in the army and the cold gunman. After listening to his words, Mao Jue immediately became nervous.

"How many have he come?"

"God of Mr. Qian, he was the only one who carried a box, and the remaining guys were loading ships by the beach, and none of them came with him."

What is the situation of the gods?

Mao Jue was really confused. After looking at Wen Meng, he suddenly waved his face: "You go back to the house and stay, just pretend you don't know. Follow my instructions!"

"Everyone listens to your old age!"

The old guy agreed and turned around and went out again.

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I just lit the oil lamp, but now I'm blowing it a little more and more, so I deliberately lit it there. About seven or eight minutes, the hoarse voice of Pang Dahai came from outside the door, and I knocked on the door gently. This guy asked inward with a flattering tone.

"Mr. Qian, are you going to sleep with the little pang Dahai?"

"I haven't slept, come in!"

The whole world is playing poker, but I don’t know that poker was invented from China. Western poker has gradually emerged since Marco Polo’s journey to the east. At this time, Mao Jue and Wen Meng were playing the ancestor of playing poker, Ye Zishe.

Although he was pretending, Wen Meng was really an old gambler. He actually beat Mao Jue three times in eight minutes. This time he was almost peeled. The main owner came. Mao Jue lazily threw down the card, moved his body and turned to the side of the pang Dahai, and asked weakly.

"It's so late, Lao Pang, what are you doing?"

"I won't tell you a little bit a few days ago, so I'll give you an explanation? Today, I'll give you an explanation!"

He was really smiling. Pang Dahai placed the box that he had just got from the Jurchens on the thatched bed like a treasure-giving box and opened it. He was really afraid that a stream of poisonous smoke would pop out like in the martial arts movies. Mao Jue hurriedly hid backwards, but the next second, his eyes were as straight as a ecstasy.

There is really nothing more ecstasy than this. A box of twenty or thirty eastern beads emitted colorful light under the illumination of the oil lamp. These pearls are cold water pearls collected from the Yalu River in Heilongjiang. They are generally round and dazzling. They are treasures of the Qing Dynasty. Only the imperial beads and the re-designated beads can be worn on top of the petal feathers of the re-designated ministers. It is a death sentence for civilians to steal one, which shows their preciousness.

Even in later generations, Mao Jue had never seen such a big and plump Dongzhu. He had to measure it by Grandpa Mao, and I don’t know if there are hundreds of thousands or millions.

It is said that you should not be tempted by money, but Mao Jue is also an ordinary person. In front of such a treasure, his eyes were straightened for a long time before he pulled out his eyes with great difficulty. He turned his head to look at Pang Dahai's smiling face. It was finally difficult for him to sternly lower his face and asked gloomyly.

"Where did you get this thing!"

The sound was also lowered a little, and Pang Dahai actually pointed to the west without any concealment.

"I've exchanged it with Jiannu! Just now, the Niu Lue, who was the manager of the Yalu River in Hongqi, left!"

This puppet sea was too frank, which made Mao Jue a little at a loss. His face was gloomy for a few seconds. He glanced at Wen Meng, and he couldn't help but ask in shock just now.

"What do you mean? Also, you actually had an affair with Jiannu! Don't you know this is a death sentence?"

"Don't you know that Mr. Qian and Shen Rong's fleet had just gone to sea?"

This huge sea was filled with surprise.

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A gray area of ​​the Ming army was revealed to Mao Jue with the explanation of Pang Dahai. He thought that he had committed a crime and had an affair with the enemy country. In this Dongjiang Town, it was just a hidden rule. Not only Dongjiang, but also Liaodong Town was similar. Military generals with soldiers and strength under his command were fighting with the Later Jin Dynasty while secretly doing business with them and making money.

Although the war caused an unprecedented disaster, it also turned Liao specialties into rare goods, from the big ones, Mao Wenlong, to the Pang General Banner in front of him, and even many generals in Liao Town, all of whom were scattering food here to gain benefits.

The conflict between Liaodong and Dongjiang is not only Yuan Chonghuan intends to control the entire Northeast occupation, but also has interest disputes between the two parties. After all, there is no shortage of materials to flow into the pass through the land, but Mao Wenlong is much freer on the sea, and the court cannot control it.

"Shen Baihu went to Tieshan to Hamkyung Road, North Korea. He made money here, and bought silk, tea and other things from Shandong to North Korea. He was also near Tieshan to sell cloth to the military generals of Jiannu. Li Baihu and Zhao Baihu ran to Shandong, and all the boats coming from there had to be tapped, so they were so rich that they were so rich. No matter how much like the hundreds of households in the west of ours, they were crying. The little food from the real estate industry was not enough for half a year. If it weren't for the small business with these Tartars, the villagers would have starved to death."

He was full of bitterness and criticized him for most of the day. Pang Dahai did not forget to give Shen Baihu some eye drops. When his mouth tilted, he said angrily again: "If you want to say that Shen Baihu is worth less than a thousand taels of silver, there are always hundreds of taels. He didn't give you a little bit of money when he took a boat. He was so stingy!"

Pang Dahai was filled with indignation there, as if he was really worthless for Mao Jue. His fat goldfish eyes were rolling up. However, Mao Jue and Wen Meng were dizzy and looked at each other in a glance. They felt that they had caught some big case, but they didn't expect that it was such a custom.

After a while, Wen Meng suddenly tilted the playing cards under the bed and hummed in a piss.

"That's all the fucking intestines!"

"We have nothing to do!"

After all, he is also a second-generation soldier. Wen Meng can hear the anger of Pang Dahai. No one wants to fight with the life-and-death enemy while bleeding and making transactions. He sighed deeply. For the first time, Pang Dahai's treacherous face showed a little true homesickness.

"At that time, our family was next to Shenyang, Zhongwei Station. Although we worked hard every day, our land was so fat. When autumn came, the red sorghum on the ground was blown by the wind, and the beauty was lifted. At that time, Lao Pang went to find the red plums in the neighboring village and drilled into the sorghum field together. At that time, even the air was fragrant, unlike now, with a fishy smell. If you don't have some fun with these Jiannu, you can't live..."

This is the fate that Liaodong people bear in this era, and it is also aroused by nostalgia. Wen Meng also sighed. For a moment, the atmosphere in the thatched hut was heavy, which made Mao Jue feel depressed.
Chapter completed!