Gong Chen hasn't come to the market in Zhangjiakou for a long time. Since the Chahar people made a fuss, the guards of Zhangjiakou Fort have never been idle again.

The city reward was just now, and a war between the Tumotes and the Chahars broke out again. Xuanda Town issued an order to the border army, strictly prohibiting the Tumote refugees from fleeing to the Ming Dynasty. Many of the refugees were Shanxi, and Shaanxi went to the west to serve as herd slaves to the Tumotes during the famine. Since they left, they had no way back to the Ming Dynasty.

The collection is no different from the past. It seems that some businesses have changed their signatures, and the guys are even busier.

Turning into the tavern facing the street, he could see Zhai Zhe in the corner at a glance. The young master of this wealthy businessman liked the hobbies of these rough people, and they would not have become friends without this.

The weather is hot, and the smell of wine, meat and sweat in the tavern are really bad.

Gong Chen sat opposite Zhai Zhe, picked up the wine pot and filled it with a glass, and said, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you returned to my hometown?"

"No!" Zhai Zhe picked up a piece of cooked beef and put it in his mouth. Everyone familiar with him knew that he didn't like to drink, and he ordered wine for his friends.

"What's wrong with me in a hurry?" Gong Chen picked up the chopsticks.

Zhai Zhe frowned and asked, "Do you know the battle on the grassland has a result?"

While picking up food, Gong Chen said, "Shouldn't your news be more informative than me? At the end of July, the Tumotes and Chahar fought a decisive battle in Zhaocheng north of Guihua City. The Tumotes were defeated, and the Chahars suffered a lot of losses."

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"Have you noticed something wrong with the collection recently?"

Gong Chen smiled and said, "My brother's family is rich, and I'm too happy too!"

Zhai Zhe shook his hand repeatedly and said seriously: "I'm not kidding you. You have never checked the goods from these caravans that went out in the collection, right?"

"Don't you know? It's our turn to check the caravan! After leaving the gate of Xuanfu, they will be free!" Gong Chen moved away the wine glass at his hand, snorted from his nose, and said, "I know where those goods have gone!"

Zhai Zhe stretched out his head and lowered his voice, saying, "Duoyan Grassland has been very strange recently. Do you think the Jurchens will detour the Mongolian border?"

Gong Chen looked surprised, glanced left and right a few times, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any news?"

Zhai Zhe shook his head and poured himself a glass of wine.

Seeing Zhai Zhe's expression was solemn, Gong Chen said, "Are you looking for me for this?"

Zhai Zhe was silent for a moment, but decided to speak out.

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm afraid that if I believe it, if I find an opportunity to report the news, it's really wrong with Duoyan Grassland! If there is anything, you can be prepared early."

"Brother, who do you think I am?" Gong Chen smiled bitterly, "Without you help me, I can't even be the boss! Those people in the castle are worse than one less than one more thing. Without evidence, who dares to say more!"

"Well! Drink!" Zhai Zhe simply raised his glass.

Seeing that Zhai Zhe was different from usual today, Gong Chen seemed to have hidden a lot of thoughts, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, what happened?"

"Nothing to do, drink!"

At the end of August, the result of this big battle in Monan finally spread.

The decisive battle between the two strongest tribes in Mongolia ended with the defeat of the Tumots. The great Khan of Tumots, Omubu, fled into the mountains and forests and disappeared, and the other tribes surrendered to Chahar. However, there was no winner in this war because the Chahar tribe also lost more than 30,000 cavalry. Lin Danhan finally occupied the south of the desert as he wished, opening up the space to the west. Only he himself knew whether it was worth it.

As soon as the war in the southern mourning grassland ended, Lin Danhan was really a constant lord. He once again led the Chahar cavalry to invade Datong Town and demanded to accept the routine market rewards carried out by the Ming Dynasty and the Xitumot tribe at Kill Hukou. With Lu Fuyou's precedent, no one in the killing Hukou business was willing to take on such a business that was obviously a family destruction. In the end, it was Governor Xuanda who came forward and paid the government to straighten out Lin Danhan's temper.

Zhai Zhe spent 90% of these days on the grassland. One reason was that the caravan frequently needed escorts, and the other reason was that he didn't want to go back to that home.

After September, the weather began to cool down, and Zhangjiakou business companies that had been running at almost full capacity for three months were gradually freed. In the past few months, the eight major business companies have made a lot of money, and the guys are also very happy. The dividend management points at the end of the year must not be missing. In three months, Fan Yongdou completely eliminated the traces left by Lu Fuyou in the collection.

With fewer caravans, Zhai Zhe was happy to be idle. He took horse thieves to sway on the empty grassland every day, and took a few wild game to try it out.

Since June, Xiao Zhiyan has brought two or three hundred dragons with him to see his head but not his tail. When he goes out, he can travel between Liaodong and the old camp in the valley. Every time he comes back, he can get some results, but he has been less than forty or fifty.

In October, Zhai Tang ordered the caravan to send supplies for the winter and sent a message to Zhai Zhe to return the collection. Zhai Zhe and Fan Yi's marriage is scheduled to be at the end of the year. The marriage will definitely not be held in Zhangjiakou. He wants to return to his hometown and ask him to go back to prepare early, but Zhai Zhe ignored it.

In the valley, Zhai Zhe was staring blankly with his brother's letter. Zhai Tang wrote another letter to urge him to return to the collection, and he was already angry. There was a slight pace from outside, and Che Feng reported outside the door: "The second in command is back."

Xiao Zhiyan has only been away for three days, why did he come back so early this time?

Zhai Zhe put the letter in his arms, pushed the door open and walked out. At the entrance of the valley, the returning horse thief was entering the door one by one. Xiao Zhiyan looked grim and handed the horse to his personal soldiers. He walked towards him with great strides. Zhai Zhe knew something was wrong at a glance.

Xiao Zhiyan approached, pulled Zhai Zhe closer to the house, and closed the door again

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"What's wrong?"

"Duoyan grassland was blocked by the Jurchens, and there were scouts everywhere!"

Zhai Zhe jumped up from the stool and sat down slowly. What should be done was really impossible to hide!

"It seems that they are going to invade the Ming Dynasty from Duoyan!" Xiao Zhiyan was anxious.

"The valley is very north, so there should be no danger. I want to go back to the club. You can control everyone. Don't go out soon!" Zhai Zhe stood up and was about to walk out.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go and report the message!" After saying this, Zhai Zhe pushed open the door and walked out.

The big dark horse ran towards Zhangjiakou like lightning on the yellow grass, but not to go to the market town, but to Zhangjiakou Fort. He wanted to inform Gong Chen of the news as soon as possible. Whether it was useful or not, he could only do it now.

After briefly telling the situation of Duoyan Grassland, leaving Gong Chen with shocked faces, Zhai Zhezhe returned to the market town.

The busy and prosperous collections changed the depressed scene at this time last year. The people here made Zhai Zhe feel complicated. They were enterprising and hardworking, and they were also vicious and greedy. For money, everything could be sold.

Zhai Tang was very happy to see Zhai come back, and thought his letter had worked.

Zhai Zhe stayed in Wangshun Pavilion and never went there.

In mid-October, the bad news finally came. The Jurchens devoted their whole country to the power of the Eight Banners army from Xifengkou Great Wall to break through the Ming Dynasty, and approached the city of Beijing. This was something that had not happened in decades. The last time Beijing was attacked by troops was 80 years ago when Emperor Yan Song of Jiajing was in power.

The messenger rushed to Liaodong, Xuanda, and Shaanxi, and ordered the nine border troops to enter the capital to serve the king.

There were dozens of cavalry in Xuan Town, and I heard that they were going to Guihua City to ask the Chahars to intercept the retreat of the Jurchen army. The Ming Dynasty endured so many unreasonable requests from Lin Dankhan, and the only purpose was this.

"What a fucking shit!" In the room, Zhai Zhe kicked his book case away.
Chapter completed!