Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

"Your Excellency, this way please, let's talk outside." Nu Numo spoke Hmong and Chinese freely, and it made people feel no discomfort. Qin Juan, who was sitting on the bed, looked dumbfounded.

Ayiga frowned, obviously what he wanted to ask couldn't be said outside.

"It's right here." The Mongolian boy said indifferently with his eyes downcast without lifting his eyelids.Now he believed even more that the cunning Jurchen in front of him was just acting in front of him.

Nunu Mohe glanced at him, bowed to salute Ayiga, Ayiga nodded in return, and Nunu took a deep breath before slowly asking: "What do you want to do with Nunu Mohe? If I Nunu Mohe can do what a dog can do."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ayiga felt that the Jurchen had a bit of ink in his belly. He spoke Mongolian very fluently without any noise, and he spoke with a Dadu accent, which was Mongolian official language.

At the time of employment, it is no wonder that the Jurchen was summoned by the general.

It was just a young man's heart, and Ayiga couldn't help being excited, and followed Nunu Mohe to sit at the small wooden table beside him.

Qin Juan had already put on his trousers, and was squatting beside the fire to boil hot water. Their camp was leaking from wind and even rain, so he and Nunu Mohe were the only ones living there.

But this is very good, no one will compete with them.

The evening sun shone in from the leaky tent and fell on the fire. Qin Juan skillfully filled the iron pot with water and put in a few slices of licorice.

Just as he was boiling the water, swords were already tense in front of the small wooden table...

Ayiga didn't like to make detours, so he directly asked the general which way he planned to let Nunu take them.

Nunu Mohe looked at his nose for a while before he smiled and said: "I made an oath when I came out of General Jihabu's big treasure tent. Even if the adjutant wants my life today, I can't say it, let alone the big The general spared my life to lead the way for you."

An adjutant is not a lieutenant general, an adjutant is just a civilian official at Qianhu's hand, and not a military post. Nunu Mohe can only tell his official position from the knife under Ayiga's waist and his shoes.

Mongolian shoes are divided into grades, and various leather materials represent different official ranks.

Ayiga clenched his fists. He said earlier that this Jurchen is difficult to deal with. From the first time he saw him, he felt that this person was difficult to deal with.

"I'm just asking which way. If you tell me, I can go find the way ahead of time." Ayiga lost his composure.

Nunu Mohe knew in his heart that Ayiga wanted to plan military achievements in advance. The young man in front of him was a person of status. He was only a teenager and could serve as an adjutant that others could not do at the age of 50 or [-]. He was at least a Mongolian nobleman, but he knew better. Who is the biggest in the Jihab camp, the general will always be the general.

In this Jihab camp, it was enough for him to gain the trust of the General.Others, not important.

Nunu Mohe's tone is still so that people want to beat him up after hearing this: "Please don't embarrass the little one, there are only three roads, and the general will inform the official in a few days that it will be just around the corner to make contributions."

It is very uncomfortable to be guessed by others. After all, teenagers have the ruthlessness and face of teenagers. A Yiga thought that one day he would drag this thin man like a mummy out to feed the dogs...

The tall and slender boy stood up with a "whoosh" and strode towards the tent door.

"Ayiga..." Qin Juan subconsciously called out to him.

A Yiga froze for a moment, then frowned: "I'll come to you tonight!"

As soon as Ayiga walked out of the camp, Nunu Mohe slapped his hand on the wooden table: "You son of a bitch! You are such a fucking bitch! You took off your pants to seduce a man! You bitch! Why are you so mean?" Bitch! Do you know what you're doing! You bastard! I thought you were good, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid! You bastard like horse dung! Bitch!"

Nunu Mohe's roar frightened Qin Juan so much that he couldn't hold the water steady, and the iron bowl fell to the ground with a bang... He was frightened, really frightened.

The child's eyes were red, but he never cried.

He could bear Nunu scolding others in Mongolian, but he couldn't bear Nunu scolding him in Chinese.

Nunu Mohe grabbed Qin Juan's hair, his eyes were scarlet: "You are so cheap! You took off your pants to seduce a man! You are only seven years old! You are only seven years old! How can you be so cheap! You son of a bitch! !Bitch!"

He pulled Qin Juan's hair like crazy.

"I didn't... I didn't take off my pants." Qin Juan gritted his teeth and said.He is not good at sophistry, and he has never talked back in the past, but this time he talked back.

Nunu Mohe was stunned for a moment because he talked back, but soon he raised his voice and shouted: "You didn't, then what were you doing just now? Why did he say he would come to see you at night!"

"He wants to teach me how to practice martial arts." Qin Juan almost roared, the resolute gaze on his small face seemed to penetrate Nunu Mohe's heart.

Nunu Mohe was stunned, completely overwhelmed by a child's penetrating gaze, he was stunned, let go of his hand, and took a step back.

He wants to teach me martial arts!

Qin Juan's words just now echoed in his ears like thunder.

Why, at the same age of six or seven, why didn't he know how to practice martial arts back then, why was he so dirty and cheap back then...

Nunu Mohe spat on Xingzi, he didn't beat and scold Qin Juan any more, but went to his bed silently.

Qin Juan really couldn't understand this man, he was like a lunatic.He stretched out his hand to touch the place where Nunu Mohe was scratching and hurting, but grabbed a handful of hair. He looked at his hair, and suddenly a drop of something slipped down his cheek.

It's not because of the pain, but because I suddenly thought of the body, hair and skin in "The Book of Filial Piety and the Enlightened Zongyi", whose parents did not dare to damage...

After reading the book for a while, Nunu Mohe regained his emotions and said to Qin Juan: "Qin Juan, you fucking remind me not to let anyone take off your pants, that's not good."

He was quiet for a while, then suddenly spoke, Qin Juan was a little stunned, but nodded seriously: "I remember."

"Then continue writing." Nunu Mohe took out a copy of "Thousand Characters" from his pocket and threw it to him, "The general rewarded me with too much horseshoe silver, and I couldn't spend it all, so I bought a copy when I saw it , It’s a book from the Song Dynasty, you may like it, come and ask me if you don’t know the characters.”

This was probably the first time that Nunu Mohe spoke so seriously to him instead of scolding him... so Qin Juan was so dumbfounded that it took him a long time to pick up the book.

Qin Juan's memory of "Thousand-Character Essay" is mixed with memories of his mother, father, and his first teacher. His mother first taught him "Thousand-Character Essay", and his first teacher taught him "Thousand-Character Essay".

The first thing I can read and recite is also the thousand-character essay.

By the light of the fire, he looked at Nunu Mohe who was humming in some language on the bed.

Qin Juan thought that he would protect it very well.

"By the way, the cover of this book is too new. You'd better make it old so that it won't be snatched away. If it's too new, no matter whether it's a book or anything, someone will snatch it, even if it's used as firewood." Nunu Mo Hyuk suddenly raised his head and said this.

Qin Juan looked at the book in his arms with some trepidation, but he couldn't let go of breaking and obsolete such a new book.

Nunu Mohe knew what he was thinking, so he put down the book, walked down from the couch, grabbed the book in his hand and tore off the cover, threw the book on the ground and stepped on it many times...

Qin Juan looked at the books on the ground and suddenly his nose swelled, tears almost welled out of his eyes, fortunately he had forgotten how to cry.In fact, it’s okay, he understands that Nunu is for his own good, but he loves beauty and beautiful books... After sniffing, Qin Juan felt a lot better.

It was just dark, Qin Juan had a hasty dinner, grabbed half of a cake, put on a coat that Nunu no longer wanted, and ran out in a hurry.

Nunumohe called him from behind, he heard it, but he didn't go back, he was afraid that Ayiga had already come, and he didn't dare to let Ayiga wait for him, because he was too aware of the patience of the adults...they were unwilling and others.

Or he was even more afraid that Ayika would not teach him...

Qin Juan went out full of joy, but came back disappointed.

Until that night, the moon was almost setting on the tent in the west... Ayika didn't show up.

Only when Qin Juan returned to the tent did he realize that it was already the second watch.

He crept in and took off his shoes carefully, for fear of waking Nunu Mohe who was snoring.

On the second day, after dinner, Qin Juan was still squatting on the big rock outside the tent and waiting for Ayiga, but Ayiga hadn't appeared yet.

Until the fifth day, when Qin Juan really thought that Ayiga was just casually talking about teaching him martial arts, Ayiga came wearing the afterglow of the setting sun...

At this moment, Qin Juan, who was in his cub period, no longer thinks that there is another boy who is more handsome than A Yiga... A Yiga is like a wolf running from a distance with his feet on the setting sun, like a hero Same.

"Ayiga." He called his name, his eyes twinkled, and his face was full of joy.He really, hadn't been so full of anticipation in a long time.

"Qin, something happened and my brother was delayed for a few days, but fortunately, someone caught him." Ayiga didn't elaborate, but laughed and stretched out his hand to lift Qin Juan, pinching it under his armpit.

Ayiga has amazing arm strength. It may be difficult for an ordinary 12-year-old child to clamp a seven-year-old child with his bare hands, but Ayiga can easily do it, even though Qin Juan is much taller than an ordinary seven-year-old child .

Ayiga took Qin Juan to a secluded pasture, which was suitable for martial arts training.

This Mongolian youth can be said to be very talented to be a gentleman. It is also because he is teaching a child martial arts for the first time, so he is extraordinarily serious and enthusiastic. He recalls how his father and brother taught him at that time, and he has a good appearance Teach this Qin Juan.

"Practice well with me. I also came here when I was a child. Since I was four years old, I have practiced the lower hand. You are already three years late. You will spend twice as much time as others. If the lower hand is unstable, you will learn nothing in the future." It's useless, it's just putting on airs in their words." The young man's tone was forceful, with a penetrating power that penetrated into people's hearts.

Qin Juan puffed his face and nodded confidently.He remembered it, and made up his mind to take horse stances whenever he had time, even if he was chopping firewood and boiling water.

Qin Juan is very serious and hardworking. A Yiga even wondered if he was a slob when he was a child. If he had worked half as hard as Qin Juan, he would probably be able to catch up with his cousins ​​now.

When the two of them were resting, Qin Juan had time to ask A Yiga what he was doing these days.

Speaking of this, Ayiga looked at Qin Juan, and he suddenly grabbed Qin Juan: "Take you to see someone."

Qin Juan was slightly startled, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Ayiga led Qin Juan out of the tent, and stopped at a place where there was only a tree trunk, and there lay a... dead man.

Looks like it's been dead for a long time.

It was not the first time Qin Juan saw a dead person, he was not afraid, but the feeling in his heart was very subtle.

"Do you know him?" Ayiga asked him, pointing to the corpse under the tree trunk, with a calm tone that made it impossible to guess his emotions.

Qin Juan looked at the dead man on the ground, but he didn't speak because he recognized the young man.

The boy was hanged to death, probably by two people hanging him from a tree with a rope. Qin Juan had seen soldiers using this method of punishment on captives from afar.

This young man was arrested together with him. From leaving Jin Kingdom to arriving here, this young man was the only one who followed him so far.

Although he didn't know the boy's name.

"He ate a piece of pork stealthily, but he was found out. He escaped the night before the people in the tent informed him, but was caught by my people. Qianhu ordered him to be hanged." Ayiga seemed to be sighing. He breathed a sigh of relief, "He was about to come out of the slave camp and become a soldier, but he wanted to escape... Eating pork is not a crime, he shouldn't be guilty of trying to escape."

According to Jihab's rule, fleeing is death.

Qin Juan was expressionless, and seemed to be silent for a while before asking: "Which country is he from, and does he have a name?"

"Han people from the Jin Kingdom, I don't know their names."

There are many Han people in the Kingdom of Jin. They are the descendants of the Han people who still stayed in the Central Plains to pass on the clothes after the Southern Song Dynasty went south, and the businessmen from the Song Dynasty.

Qin Juan walked over slowly, and tore off the slave badge on the dead boy's neck. He turned around, not daring to look at the boy's body again.

There is no name on the slave card, only the number of the slave. The front of the Kingdom of Jin is written in Mongolian with Jin in Mongolian, followed by the number.