illegitimate child

The New Eli Grassland starts from Yanzhi Mountain in the north and ends at Jiaojia Town in the south, stretching for thousands of miles. Looking down from the sky, the snow-capped mountains rise from the ground. It's also the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers all the year round like spring, creating a scene of two worlds.There are sporadic blue gemstones dotted on the grasslands, and birds and beasts live by the water. When the water and grass are luxuriant, the wind blows the original sea, like emerald sea waves, and the sight is refreshing.

More than 30 miles ahead of Jiaojia Town is the border of Dirong, and behind Liuzhou is the station of the Changsheng Army, with [-] soldiers. The town is also the last checkpoint leading to the New Ori Grassland, covering an extremely large scale. , not so much a small town as a city.The high wall made of earth and stone mixed with plant ash is unbreakable, and the city wall is covered with iron nets, with a sentry post at three steps and a heavy crossbow at five steps, and the guards are heavily guarded.

"Brother, how does this look?"

A group of tall and strong men with short body and short body were picking a tongue speaker in the market. The speaker was a little short, with a flat nose, thick lips, and simple eyes. At this moment, he was pointing at a middle-aged scribe dressed as a Confucian scholar and sitting on the floor.

The man called Fang Tong was named Fang Tong. He was eight feet tall, with a square face and sword eyebrows, and a long beard and chest.A wooden board was placed in front of the Confucian scholar, with several rows of small characters engraved on it, proficient in Bald Horse Language, ten taels of silver, and fine fur can also be used.

Fang Tong frowned and thought for a long time, finally shook his head and walked forward, and the others hurriedly followed.

They look like warriors, but they are actually a caravan under the name of the royal family. They sell the tea, porcelain, brocade and satin from the Li Dynasty to the nobles of Di Rong in exchange for fine animal fur hats or gold and silver, but Di Rong is aggressive by nature. , and has a feud with the Li Dynasty, even the caravans of merchants are often harassed by a small group of Di Rong people, and they really dare not do this terrible business without a little time.

During their last business trip, they were attacked by more than [-] Dirong people. Not only were their goods looted, but even the Tong people who had been with them for several years and knew everything about them were killed by the Dirong people.They escaped with a narrow escape, but the goods were provided by the Wang family. The caravan first paid half of the deposit to receive the goods from the Wang family, and paid the remaining half of the money when they returned from Dirong.The goods were lost, and they owed the Wang family an astronomical sum of money.

Before there was a huge debt waiting to be repaid, and later there was a family waiting to be fed. Fang Tong could only lose face, and borrowed another batch of goods from the owner, and took the caravan brothers to go to Dirong again. Kokka town picks tongues.

"Brother Tong, the Confucian scholar looks good to me, and the price is cheap. There are not many people who are willing to do this business. We have seen a dozen along the way, and you have rejected them. If you don't make a decision, there is really no one." Someone!" Quan Dezhong chased after Fang Tong and said anxiously.

Fang Tong walked in front and said without looking back: "The price is second, the most important thing is people's hearts. This business is dangerous, and there are treacherous people who are not in the same position, so things go wrong. It's important."

Quan Dezhong nodded resentfully when he heard the words, and followed Fang Tong listlessly. When the market was almost over and Fang Tong hadn't made a decision yet, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious. Before he could speak, Fang Tong suddenly stopped. Next, following Fang Tong's line of sight, he saw a drunk man leaning against the old pagoda tree at the entrance of the market.

Wearing a dark blue robe, I don't know how long I haven't washed it, and the shirt is faintly black, the hair is scattered randomly, the green beard is unmanaged, spreading like weeds, and there is a hip flask on the waist, and she is sleeping soundly.

A piece of straw paper in front of him was pressed with stones, and a few words were written casually on it with carbon black——

If you want to smoke, a thousand taels of gold can go with me.

Looking at his characters, at the first glance, they are chaotic and chaotic, and the characters move according to the heart, and then they look like flying dragons and phoenixes, and the pens follow dragons and snakes, wild and uninhibited.

Seeing that Fang Tong wanted to lean towards the drunk man, Quan Dezhong grabbed him and said anxiously: "Brother Tong, that's a drunk maniac, he can only talk nonsense, why do you want to go to Yanzhi Mountain? Anyone can go to Yanzhi Mountain Yes, I have to cross the grassland, and I don’t know how many Di Rong murderers I will meet. He is either drunk and talking crazy, or he wants to die. If he can’t walk two miles, he will be eaten by wild wolves! My father and mother are in the business of dead people, Mingqian can reward him!"

Dirong is divided into eight major tribes, three major tribes, and five minor tribes.Among the three major chapters, Niegus is fierce and aggressive, all the people are soldiers, and they make a living by plundering the surrounding small tribes. This is also the one that conflicts with the Li Dynasty.The Qiyan tribe was born as a nomad and lived in the grass. It has the most powerful cavalry army, but it rarely conflicts with neighboring tribal countries.

The most mysterious bald horse is located on Yanzhi Mountain. It is rumored that they were originally a group of people from southern Xinjiang who fled and came to the grassland to live together with some herdsmen who do not like fighting. They are far away from disputes and gradually merged into a new The tribe - Bald Horse Department.

Yanzhi Mountain is fertile and fertile, and several high mountains around it form a natural barrier, which can effectively resist foreign enemies. It is a paradise on the grassland.As long as you need to cross the New Ori Grassland to reach Yanzhi Mountain, few people can do it. Everything in the Bald Horse tribe is like the ramblings of travelers, and few people even know whether this tribe really exists.

"Brother Tong, let's go and ignore this madman." While talking, he pulled Fang Tong to go in the opposite direction, "I don't believe you can't find a suitable tongue in such a big market!"

Fang Tong broke away from Quan Dezhong's hand, waved his hands at him, walked two steps forward to the drunk man, clasped his fists and asked, "Sir, do you want to go to Yanzhi Mountain?"

The drunk man leaned against the tree motionless, as if he had died of drunkenness.

"Sir?" Fang Tong called again tentatively.

The drunk still didn't respond.

He sighed, cupped his fists again, and turned to leave.

"Do you have a thousand taels of gold?" A hoarse voice sounded from behind, Fang Tong turned his head abruptly, and saw the drunk man's eyelids half-opened and half-closed, and he didn't look at him, only staring at the hip flask on his waist.

"Don't dare to deceive sir, I only have a hundred taels of silver," Fang Tong said after thinking for a while.

Hearing this, the drunk man turned over and turned his back to everyone.

Fang Tong sighed, shook his head to the people behind him, and was about to leave when Quan Dezhong came up to meet him, "Brother Tong, ignore him, the beggar is daydreaming, as far as the bird characters he wrote, children's graffiti are more organized than him, the words Can't even write and still point to him as a tongue?"

"Shut up, Dezhong, sir, you are very talented," Fang Tong scolded.It turns out that Fang Tong once worked as a servant in the mansion of an official in Liuzhou when he was young, and he met many talented men and beauties with the man in the mansion, and he also saw many famous calligraphy posts, but none of them had such drunken calligraphy. Han half-point strength of character.

As soon as he saw that word, he guessed that the drunk man had a great talent, so he treated him more politely and wanted to hire him as a tongue-in-cheek, but he couldn't afford a thousand taels of gold.

"Well, fool, do you think I'm not good at this word?" The drunk man stood up at some point, only then did everyone realize that the drunk man was actually extremely tall, more than eight feet tall, and his aura was like Yuan Tingyue. Stand up.

Zhou Dequan swallowed his saliva, took two steps back and muttered softly: "I can't write well."

Suddenly the drunk man let out a strange syllable from his chest cavity, his Adam's apple rolled, and a series of syllables burst out one after another, like a hundred beasts in the mountains. It was only through familiar syllables that it was recognized that this was the language of the Ninggus tribe.

The drunkard changed seven or eight different languages ​​one after another, not only including the three major tribes of Dirong, but even some small tribes were extremely proficient.

The crowd was stunned.

After uttering the last syllable, the drunk man walked past the caravan with a wine jug and headed for the market.

"Sir, wait a minute," Fang Tong hurriedly followed. He thought that the drunk man had some knowledge, but he didn't expect to be so knowledgeable. He couldn't walk with him right now, but he couldn't offend such a person either. "Dezhong is just a big bastard, don't be as knowledgeable as him." While speaking, he turned his head and glared at Quan Dezhong, and then said: "Mr. Guan likes to drink, and our dilapidated caravan has nothing else, but all kinds of fine wines. There is no shortage, sir, let me pick up what I like, and take it as my apology for Dezhong."

"Is there any wine?" The drunk suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Tong with bright eyes, "How much?"

Fang Tong: "Thousands."

Dirong people like to drink, but there is a shortage of materials on the grassland, and Dirong has no wine-making techniques. It can only roughly ferment mare's milk to make kumiss. The taste of kumiss is rough.

Therefore, only nobles in Dirong can enjoy fine wine in the Central Plains, and most of them rely on the royal caravan for transportation, which is a luxury that cannot be found.

Moreover, wine can be stored for a long time in skin bags*, and it is the main commodity for caravans.

The drunk man patted Fang Tong on the shoulder, took off the empty wine jug pinned to his waist and threw it into Fang Tong's arms, with a heroic smile, "Fill this wine jug until the bottle is full, and I will allow you to walk with me for a while. After finishing speaking, he walked forward with his arms on his pillow.

Fang Tong was overjoyed at first, and then hesitantly asked: "Sir, but I really can't come up with a thousand taels of gold."

"Thousands of money can't buy a good heart," the drunk drifted away.

"I haven't asked your name yet!" Fang Tong asked loudly while standing there.

"An idler with no surname and no name in the rivers and lakes, it is impossible for people to give him nicknames," came a loud voice.

Mr. Sanbu, this name is very weird, I don't know which Sanbu it is, Fang Tong thought to himself.

A day later, at the gate of the tower in Jiaojia Town.

Hundreds of soldiers wore shiny armor, the front of the armor was engraved with the military emblem of Changsheng, and the back was engraved with a big Luo character, holding long spears with bows and arrows pinned to their waists, with solemn faces.

Stand in a row on the left and right, and sandwich the pedestrians waiting to leave the customs.

A few years ago, Jiaojia Town set up a new exit to separate people and goods. The goods of the caravan were inspected one by one by the stewards sent by the Wang family at another exit.

Drunk man, Sanbu should be asked to follow Fang Tong in the queue now, pointing to the mountain of goods piled up at another door, and asked, "I haven't come to Jiaojia for some years, why is the inspection so strict now?"

Fang Tongdao: "Sir, I don't know. There was a big incident two years ago. I heard that a certain caravan brought something that shouldn't be brought out of the customs. Since then, the inspection of the caravan has been very strict."

San didn't look at the steward of the Wang family next door who had to unscrew the lid to rummage through even the tea leaves, and thought to himself, what exactly did the Wang family bring out, which made the Wang family so cautious.

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Tongue people: translation

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