Soldiers Card System

The snow-white bone knife has a wide and narrow palm, a thin blade, and the fingers are brushed, and the sharpness of the skin is pressing.

With a wave of his hand, the wind whimpered, it was a sharp knife.

Gao Dabao took the scabbard, looked at it carefully, and said with envy in his tone:

"It's the bone of a great white bear in the Northland. When I followed the King of the Northland to kill the prairie horse thief, I encountered such a giant beast. The bones were very big."

Gao Dabao gestured with his hands, trying to forcefully draw out a behemoth look.

Two guards have also gone deep into the North, and they also babbled to add, talking about the big bear's height.

"It's nice decorations."

Su Lu took the sword into its sheath and threw it to the guard who had exchanged it.

The guard grabbed the knife and said with a smile:

"I don't dare to use this thing, in case it breaks during the battle, and the injury is minor, it would be uneconomical to lose my life."

"Then keep the family as a family heirloom."

Su Lu took the rein from Gao Dabao and turned on his horse. After seeing the prosperity, he should go back. Maybe Li Qing knew where there was a battle to fight.

After such a long time, the swift military sentiment should have passed, and Su Yi should have a big victory.

The foreign post hall area in the northwest corner of Yanjing City is facing the corner of the city wall. A newly divided house with red walls and gray tiles sits on four main houses facing south, with three wing rooms on each side.

In a courtyard that is not wide, a few shirtless men sit or stand and talk in the courtyard.

The rough man who exchanged a pot of liquor with the guard with a bone knife entered the yard, and the big men in the yard surrounded him at once.

"Why is this hip flask so small?"

"Hahetai, did you swallow a pot privately?"

"Let me have a bite, it's just killing me."

In the chaotic sound, the small hip flask was lifted up, and a group of rough men huddled together, surrounded by men called Hahetai, all wanting to grab a drink.

In the main hall on the north side, the gray-haired patriarch of the Xue clan cursed angrily:

"A group of buns who have never seen the world, let them be quieter."

The snow man standing at the door laughed and said:

"Patriarch, they are not fooling around. Hahetai came back with a pot of wine, and that thing is delicious."

"liquor?"

The patriarch frowned when he saw the Xue man who was talking.

"Wokuotai, you go, bring it to me, and let me see how delicious it tastes."

The snowman responded, turned and walked out.

A group of snow men who are clamoring at the door are allocating the order, ready to ask you to take a bite, and I will take a bite to drink.

Wo Kuotai grabbed the jug with his hand and reprimanded:

"What the **** are you talking about, this is the capital of Han State, so I don't have to lose my Xue Clan's face."

As soon as the man who was snatched the hip flask was about to become angry, he heard Wo Kuotai's reprimand, and the anger on his face disappeared, his tone was ugly, and he asked aggrieved:

"Wokuotai, can you let me drink... hey, Wokuotai..."

Wo Kuotai ignored the shouts from behind, holding the hip flask, went straight into the main hall.

Putting the hip flask up, Wo Kuotai's face was red with excitement:

"Patriarch, this is a good thing, a good thing from Han."

The patriarch glanced at the hip flask, his face flashed with disdain:

"This hip flask is also pretty good, but does it smell? It doesn't smell very good."

With that said, the patriarch of the Xue clan had already picked up the jug and took a sip at the spout.

After a sip of white wine, the expression on the Xue clan chief's face changed, first strange, then uncomfortable, and finally turned into a wonderful one.

"Good stuff!"

After tasting the taste of white wine, the Xue Clan chieftain suddenly came to his spirits, looking at Wo Kuotai with excitement:

"This thing is interesting."

Taking another sip with the hip flask, the old man suddenly became excited:

"Don't say it, it's really interesting."

The old man lifted the lid of the hip flask with a look of urgency:

"really interesting."

Drink all the liquor in the jug in one sip.

The face of Wo Kuotai next to him was full of disappointment. Looking at the empty jug, how could he feel that his heart, no, his stomach, was as empty and firm as this jug.

At the entrance of the main hall, a group of people in Hahetai probed their heads, and saw the empty flask, the group of people suddenly lost their energy.

The patriarch of the Xue clan shook the flask and saw that there was no drink at all. He was a little disappointed in his heart. He ordered Wo Kuotai next to him and said:

"Go, get me some more pots."

Hearing this, Wo Kuotai looked ugly, and said in anticipation:

"No way, patriarch."

The patriarch of the Xue clan took out a golden bean from his arms and threw it into Wo Kuotai's arms:

"Is this enough golden bean?"

Wo Kuotai pinched the golden beans, his face full of entanglement:

"You can't change much of this thing, and you won't be able to take it in ordinary shops."

The patriarch of the snow clan is puzzled:

"Why? On the way we came, the silver could still be used, but how could it be useless when we got to the capital?"

Wo Kuotai held the golden beans:

"On the way we spend all the jewellery. Few people want this golden bean."

"Han is a big country and has its own money, which is a kind of coin, which is easy to carry."

The patriarch of the snow clan is puzzled:

"Then how did these guys buy it? Lao Tzu still has this golden bean, but they don't have one."

Wo Kuotai pointed to the bone knife hanging around his waist:

"Take the bone knife to change the wine, the bone knife can still change some wine."

The patriarch of the snow clan suddenly became annoyed:

"I think my snow clan is also a big clan of the Northland, why don't I even have some Han national coins, and the Han national caravans are all over the world, isn't there any clansman to save some Han national coins?"

Wo Kuotai nodded, really not, because of the horse thieves, the Han State caravan could not pass through the snow tribe territory.

With no money available, for the first time, the patriarch of the Xue Clan was a little bit angry at the horse thieves who disturbed the northern part of Han.

"Take jewels, sell them, and buy them with money."

"Forget it, come with me to see the Book of Rites, I think Qian Shangshu must have a way to teach me."

The patriarch of the Xue clan greeted Wo Kuotai and said, the last time I went to see the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, although I couldn't see anyone, the jewelry opened the way and had already opened up the people below.

Thinking of his dignified patriarchs, they are all patriarchs to be respected at the extreme northern court, and they can't even afford the liquor in the Han market.

Wo Kuotai greeted several people, brought jewelry gifts, and went to see Qian Qianyi.

Qian Qianyi didn't want to see the Xue people, but he gave too much money, so he had to meet him.

Looking at the sturdy head of the Xue clan, with gray hair and beard, he is very energetic, and he looks like a master.

Qian Qianyi thought about it. If he could accept the Xue Clan for use by the court, he would surely be able to produce a few brave generals, and he would be able to help him, which would be a good way.

Qian Qianyi had a decision in his heart.

"The patriarch knows why he can't be seen in my Han country and not accepted by your majesty?"

The patriarch of the snow clan is a little dazed, why, I want to know too. His gaze swept across the Wokuotai next to him, motioning him to offer the jewels he had brought.

A bag of jewelry was placed on the seed.

"You are bribery..."

Qian Qianyi swallowed his words. Looking at the glittering jewelry on the table, Qian Qianyi simply surrendered. This is a local tyrant.

"To return to my country of Han is your only way."

Qian Qianyi spoke.