Xiao Zhiyan checked the traces on the woods and grasslands like a hunting dog, from the marks of horse hooves to the feces of livestock. All Zhai Zhe could do was wait. There were many hunting masters among his personal soldiers. After seeing Xiao Zhiyan's tracking, they were also amazed. After most of the day of searching, through the jungle, Xiao Zhiyan pointed to the grassland in the distance and said, "Did you see it? There is a Mongolian tribe there!"

Three yurts stand at the bottom of a grass slope, and further to the distance are groups of livestock.

The cavalry behind him looked carefully for a while and said, "That's right, that's the Tumot!" They had been a herd slave in the Tumot tribe for nearly ten years, and they could still clearly distinguish the appearance of the tribe.

Xiao Zhiyan shook the reins and said, "Go over tonight, don't scare them!"

Zhai Zhe smiled and said, "The night is over! I think you are sincere in trying to scare them!" He immediately picked out ten personal soldiers and ordered Che Feng to lead others to temporarily station in the mountains and forests, urging the horses to the grassland. The twelve cavalry walked towards the yurt, and the speed was very slow, and the Mongolians quickly discovered them.

Six or seven men ran out of the tent, and while quickly getting on the horse and running, shouting: "Horse thief! There is a horse thief!"

Zhai Zhe raised his hands high on the dark horse, and the cavalry was moving slowly.

After a while, the Mongols found that the situation was not as bad as they thought. This group of people was not like the horse thieves they usually saw. Seven or eight Mongols urged their horses to meet Zhai Zhe's direction, holding the bow and arrow in their hands, and being cautious.

"We are not horse thieves!" Zhai Zhe shouted loudly.

"Where did you come from?" The Mongolian man walking in the front picked out an arrow and placed it on the bowstring.

"We came from the Ming Dynasty, we are all Han people!"

The Tumots still had doubts in their eyes.

Zhai Zhe turned his head and asked the people behind to stop, and kept his hands high and urged the big dark horse to walk over.

Seeing this, the Tumot also lowered the bow in his hand.

"I am an envoy from the Ming Dynasty. I was ordered to go to the grassland to find Omubu Khan of Tumot!"

The stout man opposite laughed, and finally his tears seemed to be about to fall, saying, "Han, go, the sweat is gone!"

"The Khan of Omubu is the King of Shunyi enthroned by the Ming Dynasty. The Ming and the Tumotes are brothers. We are here to help the Tumotes!"

"The sweat is gone!" The man stretched out his hands, "No one knows where he went!"

Zhai Zhe thought about it and said, "Can you take us in temporarily? We are here on orders and we must find the Khan!"

The man looked at him carefully and replied bluntly: "No!"

Zhai Zhe wanted to say something else, the man turned his horse's head, waved to the people around him, and took the others toward the yurt.

Zhai Zhe also made a gesture to the people behind him, and Xiao Zhiyan and others followed him. Twelve cavalry followed behind the Tumotes and walked towards the yurt.

The Tumot was furious, and the man led his troops back and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Zhai Zhe spread his hands and said, "We really want to find Dahan. Also, we don't have much supplies anymore. I want to buy two sheep from you!"

"No!" The man took down the bow and arrow again.

Behind Zhai Zhe, Xiao Zhiyan and others also picked arrows in their hands.

A young man behind the man whispered: "Temur, they are not robbers!"

The man turned his head and shouted angrily: "Shut up!" He weighed the situation in front of him again and said: "I can only sell you one sheep!"

Zhai Zhe signaled Xiao Zhiyan and others to put away their weapons, and said with a smile: "I will exchange them for fine wine. The Han people and the Tumote people are brothers!" After that, they will be hung on \u9

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Temuer opened the wine bag, sniffed carefully first, then took a sip, slowly stretched his eyebrows, and said, "Han people, don't blame us for being rude. We are no longer the same. Chahar people and horse thieves took turns to harass us, making our situation difficult!"

Zhai Zhe urged him to step forward, stretched out his right hand, and said, "The Han people and the Tumote are brothers!"

A crisis was finally resolved, and more than a dozen cavalry followed the Tumotes to the yurt. Zhai Zhe took three wine bags from his personal soldiers and handed them to the Tumotes, in exchange for two sheep. The grassland people have always been mainly horse milk wine, and there are many trade exchanges between the Tumotes and the Han people, and they can also get bamboo leaves from Shanxi, but that is not something that ordinary herders can taste. If four wine bags are exchanged for two sheep, both sides feel that they will not suffer any loss.

The Tumots accepted Zhai Zhe and others because of the situation. After all, if there was a conflict between the two sides, Zhai Zhe would have many people and the one who suffered the loss was his own.

Zhai Zhe's personal soldiers had been living in the grassland for a long time, and soon slaughtered the two sheep and divided them into pieces of meat and put them in bags. They asked the Tumotes to stew the remaining bones and meat in a pot, and they ate dry food with snow water for five consecutive days. It didn't matter to others, and Zhai Zhe couldn't stand it anymore.

Hospitality is a characteristic of the Mongolians. With the wine and meat, a group of people quickly became a group. In addition, Zhai Zhe and others deliberately flattered, the barriers between Temuer and others were gradually eliminated.

"To be honest, the Ming Dynasty asked us to come to the grassland this time to help the Tumotes!" Zhai Zhe drank a glass of Tumotes' horse milk wine and said seriously: "The Han people and Tumotes have been in friendship for decades, and the Chahars are unreliable!"

Temuer sighed and said, "Now the Tumot tribe is restricted to the Tokto grassland by the Chahars, and some tribes are still hiding in the Hetao grassland! The Chahars often rob our livestock, and they really can't live."

Zhai Zhe raised his wine glass and said, "Finding the Khan of Omubu, the Ming Dynasty and the Tumotes cooperated to drive the Chahars out of the southern desert!"

The herdsmen were in high spirits and raised their wine glasses.

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After 000, after three rounds of wine, Xiao Zhiyan accompanied him, the Mongolians drank very happily. Zhai Zhe suddenly asked, "I don't know where the Khan is now?"

A young herder suddenly said, "The Khan was there a few days ago..."

Temuer suddenly shouted angrily: "Wuliji, shut up!"

Wu Liji raised his mouth unconvincedly and said, "They are from the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhai Zhe showed an unhappy expression and said, "Temur, you don't treat us as friends!"

Temur sneered and said, "The whereabouts of Khan are indeed unknown! If you don't believe it, go find other places in the Tokto grassland!"

There were many Tumot herders on the Tokto grassland, but as Tmur said, their herds were no longer stocking for themselves. Chahar regularly collected livestock and strictly prohibited them from nomadic in the east. Zhai Zhe and others wandered here for five days, spreading news about the Ming Dynasty looking for the Khan of Omubu, and there was no news until the food was over.

Zhai Zhe has been placing a tent near the yurts of Temur and others, and his relationship with the herdsmen has become increasingly familiar with them.

Wu Liji is very friendly to them. He occasionally comes to chat with them and asks about the situation of the Ming Dynasty in the Great Wall. This is a happy Mongolian boy, warm and hospitable, except for talking a little, there is nothing wrong with it. Zhai Zhe and Xiao Zhiyan both like him very much.

It was another day without any harvest. Even the waist knives of the personal soldiers had been used for food. Xiao Zhiyan had lost confidence, and only Zhai Zhe was still confident.

When it was dark, Zhai Zhe and others returned to the vine near Temur. Wuliji's family cooked hot soup for him. The night slowly calmed down. Zhai Zhe was not asleep in the tent, and he heard a sound of horse hooves coming from not far away.

"Someone is here!" Xiao Zhiyan also poked his head out of the tent.

More than a dozen black shadows stayed not far away, and the shepherds from the Temu family barked wildly. The herders left the yurt and were not panicked when they saw the scene in front of them. They went back to their tents to take out the slaughtered livestock.

A voice came from the darkness: "Is the messenger of the Ming Dynasty here?"

"That's right!" Zhai Zhe replied loudly.

"Follow me, please!"

Zhai Zhe led out the big dark horse, and Xiao Zhiyan followed closely behind.

Seeing that the cavalry in the dark were not approaching, Temur shouted: "We are ready to worship the livestock that worships the Khans for the winter!"

Someone among the cavalry replied: "The food for winter is enough, you can keep it yourself!"

Zhai Zhe ordered other personal soldiers to stay in the local area and join Xiao Zhiyan to go on horseback.
Chapter completed!