After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Happy days are always short.

This New Year passed in the blink of an eye.

When the snow melts, some tender grass heads begin to emerge on the grassland.

At this time of year, not many herdsmen come to the market to sell cashmere and wool, and the market suddenly becomes much quieter.

Fortunately, the wool factory purchased a lot of cashmere wool in the winter, and can produce another batch before the spring plowing, and then sell it to Kyoto or surrounding areas.

When the weather gets hot, business will become difficult.

The people of Yunzhou also cherished this opportunity to make money. Even children aged three or four knew how to help their families sort the wool.

Without the invasion of the Tartars, the lives of the townspeople became more and more stable and peaceful.

But there is still a group of people who brave the chilly spring weather and travel through mountains and rivers to come to Fuming Town.

This was a group of dusty Han people, the oldest of whom was nearly fifty years old and the youngest was still a baby in swaddling clothes.

"Boss, do we really want to take this batch of goods to Fuming Town? Didn't the Tartars forbid us from having any contact with the south?"

The journey from Wuzhou City to Yunzhou is more difficult and dangerous than going through the Western Regions.

What is dangerous is not natural dangers, but man-made disasters!

Since the Tartars took control of the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, they have been extremely strict in their supervision of these sixteen prefectures.

The Ma family caravan had been operating in Wuzhou City for several generations, contributing a lot of good things to the Tartars every year. There were even Tartar nobles who had a share in the caravan.

Even so, the Ma family caravan could go to the north, the east and the west, but not the south!

In fact, this caravan had set out long before the Chinese New Year, but in order to conceal their whereabouts, they deliberately took a long detour to the west and even spent New Year's Eve on the grassland.

Ma Nantian stood up straight and looked to the south. It was still an endless flat grassland without any sign of a city.

"Go! My father's wish before he died was to go home. The general has severely damaged the Tartars. If I don't take this opportunity to go back and take a look, there might not be a next time!"

After a short rest, the group set out on their journey again.

There were fifty or sixty people in the team, most of whom were young and strong. There were more than twenty camels, more than ten horses, and mules pulling goods.

Two or three of the slow horses could be used to pull goods, and could also be used by the elderly, the weak, women and children in the caravan to take turns riding on them.

Sitting there now are Ma Nantian’s daughter-in-law and his newly born grandson.

Around them were a lot of warm clothes and some resistant food.

Obviously, Ma Nantian had made plans to go south as early as when he was in Wuzhou City.

The cold wind blows and the camel bells sound melodiously.

The caravan members kept their heads down, driving their livestock, walking step by step across this vast land.

The distance is still vast and boundless, and it seems that the destination is far away.

The feeling of physical fatigue was constantly accumulating, and Ma Nantian didn't know what force was supporting him as he headed south.

He only knew that he wanted to visit the hometown that his grandfather and father missed so much, and to find the green mountains and clear waters that he had walked through in his childhood memories.

"Let's take a break!" Ma Nantian looked back and saw that many people were already exhausted, so he shouted to the people in front and behind the team.

The camel knelt down suddenly, its body pressed against the ground, with some white foam at the corners of its mouth.

The man on the camel quickly got off and patted the camel's head lovingly: "Old buddy, you've worked hard. Just hold on a little longer. When we get to Yunzhou, I'll buy you something delicious!"

As soon as Yunzhou was mentioned, the originally silent caravan suddenly became lively.

Someone took out a water bag from his bosom and took a big sip of water: "I heard that the general is doing a lot of development and construction in Yunzhou, and the common people have made a lot of money."

"Drink this." Ma Nantian untied the wine bag at his waist and handed it to the man. "Yes, the woolen products are very popular. The nobles in Kyoto like them very much."

Ma Nantian’s wine bag was very popular and was passed around one after another.

"You'd think he was a great general! Who would have thought that the seemingly useless cashmere wool would become so colorful after turning it around in his hands. I guess the best embroidery in the Great Zhou Dynasty is just like this."

"Hey, speaking of the general, do you remember that after the burning of Chierle, the group of Tartars came back in disgrace, like dogs that had lost their homes?"

"How can I not remember? That day, my old man even ate two extra bowls of rice."

"Good fellow, in order to avenge the general, he almost turned the grassland upside down. But the general had already returned to the border."

"It's really a relief! The old woman next door, who was lying there, could only breathe out but not in. When she heard the news, guess what? She jumped up three feet high and got better!"

Ma Nantian forced a smile on his serious face: "Let's hold on a little longer. When we get to Yunzhou, we'll use our eyes, ears, and hearts to record everything we see. When we get back to Wuzhou, we can talk about it with our family and neighbors."

Someone drank the last drop of wine in the wine bag and laughed, "The two words 'Yunzhou' are more refreshing than the strongest wine!"

"Who!" Ma Nantian's ears moved, he immediately turned his head and shouted loudly!

"Bah! Bah!"

"It's the Tartars!"

While we were resting, dozens of black figures suddenly appeared on the hill ahead, looking particularly conspicuous against the vast sky and earth.

Everyone in the caravan swiftly climbed onto their horses, drew their swords and weapons, protected the goods in the middle, and stood in front of Ma Nantian.

The others who had no horses also stood around Ma Nantian with weapons in their hands, without showing any panic or fear.

As they walked along, they had already anticipated today's situation.

Ma Nantian still believed that peace was the most important thing, so he asked his brothers to unfurl the flag of the Ma family caravan.

"Who is coming?" Ma Nantian rode on his horse, staring at the opposite side.

Opposite them was a group of Tartars in black, each man riding a horse, with blood stains on the knives on their waists. No one knew which unlucky caravan they had encountered!

Ma Nantian's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a huge hand. The other side had more people, and if a real fight broke out, the caravan would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

The opponent rode his horse at full speed, and his sword reflected the sunlight, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Ma Nantian made his last effort and shouted, "We are the Wuzhou Ma family caravan! Behind us is Zuo Dadanghu! How dare you attack us?!"

Ma Nantian's voice was a little cracked, and the people around him were ready to fight to the death with the Tartars at any time.

The person on the other side laughed loudly, "Mr. Zuo only does business in the west, why did your Ma family caravan come to the south? Don't tell me that the Ma family caravan, which has been traveling on the grassland for more than ten years, would get lost on the grassland!"

After saying that, the other party raised his butcher knife and rushed towards the Ma family caravan!

The guards of the Ma family caravan could still fight against ordinary thieves, but this time, they were facing the elite of the Tartars!

The opponent stabbed back and forth, injuring more than half of the caravan guards!

Looking at his companion who was injured and fell down, wailing in pain, Ma Nantian's eyes were bloodshot!

He was unwilling to give up. He had already come this far. He could obviously reach Yunzhou if he just held on for a few more days!

Why is the way home so difficult?