"Well, it’s not good for me not to pursue it without pursuing it. I hope my uncle will know that I’m not a fool. If we want to make a deal, we will be honest and honest. If we take who as a fool, there is nothing to talk about."
"Sure, that’s sure." Ma Ang wiped his forehead and sweated. This little security officer always gave him an inexplicable pressure, so that he couldn’t relax at all times. He considered it.
"A thing of the past, let’s let him go. We should pay more attention to Bi Chun’s dog. I’m still a relative, but he actually wants to find me. I’m a pig and a dog. It’s not that I can’t do this. I miss my relatives and don’t want to rob him. Who knows that he will bite the hand that feeds him? It’s heaven that punishes him …"
"I killed Bi Chun. It’s nothing to God." Yang Chengzu didn’t hide it. "I think I found the problem when my uncle was autopsy. Not only Bi Chun, but also his 20-odd relatives were also cleaned up by my hand. I didn’t leave anyone alive. Now I have those accounts in this world. Does my uncle not want to know what I want to deal with Bi Chun?"
Ma ang looked at his conversation, and Yang Chengzu unconsciously mastered the rhythm and occupied the soil advantage, but Ma ang became a supporting role.
"Because always need someone to come out to take the blame, isn’t it? The commissary case is so big that I can’t help it. Someone has to come out and take responsibility for it. I think Bi Chun is very suitable for my uncle. Isn’t there a better candidate? "
"Brother Yang, you mean …"
"After Bi Chun stole the commissary from the Mongols, the Mongolian Tatars were killed by the Mongols because of the conflict between the beginning and the end of the transaction. When I return to Xi ‘an, I will conduct a search on Bi Chun’s house. I think I can always find some evidence that other Mongols have contacts."
"Evidence? I’ll let people show it to you when you leave Guyuan. It’s all irrefutable evidence that can crucify him firmly. "Listen to Yang Chengzu, who means to pick himself out of this commissary case. Ma Ang’s heart is more and more cordial.
"Nine sides is not easy for everyone to live a hard life. I can understand this because everyone has to think of some ways to make a fortune. This is not a problem, but is it not easy to get things out of a big basket? This time, I figured that it was really my uncle who wanted Ning Fan to rebel in Jiangxi, and because of the illegal sale of military grain here in the three sides of Shaanxi, it was impossible to distribute grain. Do you think Tianjia would be happy? Let’s be a minister and make the family unhappy. Can we still have good results? "
Ma Anghao reckon, "This is really a moment when I was confused. The former Mongolia made a white disaster for the winter, and they bought food for Gao. I think it was while the price was high that they sold part of the commissary, and when the price fell, they bought the food back. Then some people in Henan said it was a good opportunity to make a lot of money, so I made another investment. Who would have thought that Ningfan advocated chaos before I bought the food back? This is really …"
"Surprisingly? I don’t think everyone is a fairy. I really can’t think of this, but Tianjia won’t think about it. You can’t think that he knows that you really sold the grain. Even if Bi Chun helped everyone to carry it, Tianjia’s thunder and fire were so easy to carry. All you need is to make a meritorious service, behead Hu Lu and ride a hundred times, and cut the giant chieftain of North Lu. I think wherever you go, it’s a great contribution. Long live the face, you can definitely come back with a smiling face, right? "
Chapter two hundred and sixteen The game (3)
"Brother Yang, you don’t know. You are really wrong in answering this question." When Ma Ang talks about answering this question, his face looks bad again. "He’s a Mongolian little Wang Er. Now, the Mongolian right-wing 30,000-strong farmer, Pirik’s own brother killed him. How can the Mongols leave it at that? Let’s play with swords and soldiers."
"So what?" Yang Chengzu showed some disdain for this issue. "Peace is ultimately guaranteed by fists, not by reasoning and putting in good words. It can be realized that his father, Mongolian Xiao Wang, led the troops to invade the country and Xuanfu was severely punished by the heavenly family. He never dared to invade the Central Plains before long, and even people died. By the way, my father was killed by the rescue in World War I said from me that I didn’t take them seriously."
He paused and added, "I know the border situation is different, and I’m not one of those pedantic literati who will talk about the hardships of the border army on paper, but Anda came in with a caravan to see the situation of our mountains and rivers, and he will be a natural guide when he leads the troops into the invasion in the future. Naturally, I can’t let him go. How can I let him go when he comes to our property? Besides, this man doesn’t look at his age like an ordinary man. I estimate that when he grows up, he will be a big worry to me. In this case, he will take advantage of his life before he grows into Ding Xian. "
"That’s true, but it’s time for Qiu Bi-rick to light up his horse and deal with it. To tell you the truth, Guyuan is a military town, but the troops are not enough. Even the guarding city is barely able. When the time comes, the Mongols will break through our bunkers and tear down the wall, and the people in the south will be miserable. When the Mongols leave, they will accuse me of being a man of my generation and will go to Beijing to sue me for getting angry one day. I will be unlucky."
"But the question is, will Qiu Bi-rick light the horses or how many horses will he light? This is the key point, uncle. Today, when I was fighting, a group of Mongolian cavalry came to help me. Don’t you want to ask where these people came from?"
Ma ‘ang naturally wouldn’t ask Yang Chengzu Road, and Yang Chengzu didn’t answer this question. "These people are all Mongolians of Wuliangha tribe, and Mongolia is not monolithic. Their own struggle is even more brutal than fighting with us. You have always been an Anda’s habitual trader, and my ex-Xi ‘an Huowuhe traded with Wuliangha people. According to his account, I easily contacted a Wuliangha caravan in the city, and the leader of the caravan was also a small tribal leader."
Maang knows that several people in Shaanxi have made deals with the Mongols, saying that some people hate Mongols to make deals, rather than saying that everyone hates that they want to make deals with the Mongols and have no access. These people are stupid and have more money, which is a very good sheep. It has long been a secret that Qin Wangfu sent Mongols to trade.
"These Mongols like drinking and women, so I’ll take him to Xi ‘an, and I’d better ask some girls to accompany him and invite him to drink and drink good wine. He naturally has something to say. My dad is Xiao Wangyuan, who is struggling with us. They were a Cao Cao-like figure who wanted to blackmail the chief and make the tribes, but when the child chief grew up, he was expelled by his uncles, so that he could continue to be a right-wing 30,000-strong farmer instead of sweating."
Ma ‘ang is not interested in these Mongolian secrets, although the Mongols do business. If he knows these secrets, he can’t charge more. Then what is the need for him to master these information? These situations are also the first time for him to understand that Mongolia is also such a pile of shit?
Yang Chengzu, on the other hand, you’re welcome to grab a melon table from the dried fruit bowl in front of him and set it up. "Now the great Khan in Mongolia is the unfortunate nephew who was almost usurped, but now he has grown up and it’s his uncle’s turn to be unlucky."
"According to his idea, I’m afraid I’ll put his uncle’s family in a sack to fill the river, but I can’t do that. We are all relatives. Why do you do this? His relatives want to say that Xiao Wang’s hands are also powerful. Maybe the two are just going to be angry and biased. The sweat is not big enough to dare to get rid of the fire and it’s easy to do something small."
"From the point of view, Wulianghawan is also a part of the Mongolian right wing, that is to say, it is now the Khan Department of Qiu Bilik, but Bodi’s sand mixing has influenced the Wulianghawan people and they want to eat him."
"The prince’s maternal uncle should know that the imperial court lost the battle, but Beilu also withdrew soon, so he retreated. The reason is that the Uigur people took advantage of the fact that we took troops to copy his hometown during the war, and many people, cattle and sheep were almost taken away, even my mother was almost taken away. If so, he would have more cheap brothers."
Ma ang gradually understood that it turned out that Qiu Bilik’s backyard was unstable now. When at least one-third of his strength was not listening to him, it was natural that he was dominant, but if he was against Dahe and Wuliang Hawu at the same time, it would be against one million plus one big at the same time, and the manpower would not be enough.
"He seems to be able to deal with one force first, and then deal with another." Ma Ang frowned and said that he didn’t care how many people died in Uyghur. He meant that if he ignored Uyghur, he should do it again.
"Indeed, that’s how they come. They want to get rid of an enemy first and then deal with another place. They want to buy ordnance from you, and the Wuliangha people are also actively looking for ways to buy guys in Xi’ an. You know who they are dealing with, right?"
"Wuliangha people?"
"Yes, we are their foreign enemies, and to tell you the truth, my uncle, you know better than me that our border troops generally don’t take the initiative to attack their tribes and rob their cattle and sheep except burning wasteland, but the Wuliangha people are different. Everyone is a fellow villager, and we all know each other’s tactics and characteristics. A group of Mongols fighting another group of Mongols is full of cruelty and blood."
"The Wuliangha people will have no peace as long as they don’t get rid of the scorpion. This time, when I said that they want to buy gunpowder and fine iron armor bows and arrows, these Wuliangha people are willing to help me because they know that if their tribe is defeated, none of them will survive. From this point of view, they seem to be smarter than us."
Chapter two hundred and seventeen The game (4)
Maang ignored Yang Chengzu’s sarcastic question in his heart. "You mean those Wuliangha people will trip us up?" But today, a Mongolian, Qiu Bilik, ran away and will soon know that we killed his brother. Is he afraid that he will soon join the army to kill the door and come to Wuliangha to live? "
"Today, more than one Mongolian ran back to the tribe, and the leader of the Uyghur people would have asked them to leave. What are you doing to buy so many guys? The Uyghur people are definitely going to fight and get rid of Uyghur people. If Uyghur people don’t want to die, they must mobilize and prepare. If Uyghur people can attack the beacon fortress for three to five days, his hometown must be deformed by Uyghur people. Then he will retreat even if he doesn’t want to, even if he is a farmer.
Ma ang calculated that if he collected his family’s money for three to five days, he could still insist. He asked, "What if the Mongols don’t attack us but attack Wuliangha first?" Do they resist? "
"I can’t stand the performance of that caravan today. I also saw a group of soft-footed shrimps that can’t compete with Zhu Bilik’s roots. If Zhu Bilik aims at the Uhliangha people, the Uhliangha people will be unable to stand it, and all they can do is ask us for help."
"The best result is that if the prince’s uncle can promote the attachment of Wuliangha, maybe he can even seal a duke. Even if we can’t get to this point, we can sell weapons to the Wuliangha people. Although they almost can pull back some situations with weapons and armor, and the Mongols themselves are not divided into two camps, the whole grassland will be in chaos."
As he spoke, he put the melons together at random. "You see, we have the power to knock over all the tartars in the front grassland. It’s best to do this in disorder. A grassland full of killings, deaths, wars and disasters is in our interest. When we have enough strength ourselves, we will swallow them all at once." He squeezed a melon off the table and made a light sound.
"I’m relieved when you mention it." Ma Ang was a little embarrassed when he smiled. "I’m really not afraid of you laughing at my nominal border town in Guyuan, but if I fight hard these years, I’m really not sure that I have tens of thousands of soldiers in my hand, but the actual combat soldiers add up to 10 thousand. I’m really relieved that I’m 3 thousand plus my own boss. If I fight with him to the death, I really can’t beat him."
"Beat but also want to fight. After all, it’s your boss who hacked to death, not me. The Mongolian who escaped will say in great detail that anyone can retire to the prince’s maternal uncle. You can’t retire because others have retired. Maybe there is a way. If you fall into the hands of the Mongols, you will definitely die and die miserably. How can you be willing to die with so many beautiful concubines? If they can’t be beautiful concubines, you have to try to live to resist the Mongols. "
Yang Chengzu is persuasive. "This time is like two waves of ruffian negotiations. If anyone softens first, it must be the one who is indefensible. Even if everyone lifts the table and cuts the sound, they will lose the array. If they don’t cut, they will lose half."
"If the Mongols send messengers to you, you will chop the messengers to death and put on a wall. You just don’t want to talk about it, that is, you have to fight. Rick can’t figure out whether you are real or not, but dare not start work. Besides, you are a prince’s maternal uncle. Who knows if the heavenly family will use it to visit Guyuan? The next day, the family made a personal expedition to kill the Mongols, leaving half their lives. He was defeated and lost. How dare he take the initiative to provoke you? "
Ma ang nodded frequently. "Brother Yang said yes."
Now that his unhappiness has vanished, it seems that he really misunderstood Yang Chengzu. This is a person who takes himself as a friend. Fear and anger have gradually been replaced by great joy.