Under the afterglow of the sunset, Zhangjiakou Market Town was plated with a layer of pale yellow light in the sight of the caravan, quiet and peaceful. Zhai Zhe has been here for three years, and of course he will not be deceived by its appearance. Even when business is at its worst, it is like a boiling kettle, completely different from Senei's dead Ming Dynasty.

Zhangjiakou is at the junction of mountains turning into grasslands. The town is in a flat mountain where the two mountains meet. It is a dangerous area more than ten miles away. A castle is built along the mountain. It is the base of the Ming border army - Zhangjiakou Fort. However, since the day it was established, Zhangjiakou Fort has never been able to completely control the market town not far away. Every day, accompanied by the first ray of sunshine of the morning, there are Mongols from various tribes of the grassland, Han people living in the grassland, and even Donglu people. For the Zhangjiakou garrison, they are most grateful that this castle hanging outside the border has not suffered a fatal war for more than ten years, and can still collect some money from various businesses that gather not far away.

After entering the market town, the caravan was divided into two routes. The cargo team and the guards went to the warehouse under the leadership of Sun Zicai. Zhai Zhe and Xiao Zhiyan went straight to Wangshun Pavilion, the Zhai family store in the market town. Almost all the businesses in Zhangjiakou are from Shanxi, which was not the case before. In recent years, more and more Shanxi people have left their hometowns and ventured out due to life, and Shanxi people have endured hardships and worked together.

The two handed the horses to the client at the gate of Wangshun Pavilion and walked into the villa next to the shop.

After Zhai Zhe entered the door, he saw two middle-aged men talking under the corridor in the courtyard. One was wearing a thin satin jacket, with a thin face, and the other was burly.

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He also had an iron protective gear on his wrist.

"Brother!" Zhai Zhe took a step forward and bowed. The middle-aged man in a thin jacket was his eldest brother Zhai Tang, and the other was Hao Yangyou, the chief guard of the Zhai family.

"The Second Young Master is here!" Hao Yangyou also bowed to him.

Zhai Tang glanced at him and said, "The road is going smoothly! Take a good rest. There is something big to do in a few days."

Since his father retired from his old age, all the affairs of Wangshun Pavilion were taken over by Zhai Tang. Zhai, the second young master, was just a decoration. Although he was not short of money, his elder brother was extremely wary of his intervention in business affairs.

"Yes!" Zhai Zhe stepped out, led Xiao Zhiyan to wash up and walked onto the street.

As winter approaches, the market town is lively and not taken away by the cold wind. Although it is not as prosperous as Beijing City, nightlife has a unique flavor. Even if the owners of various businesses can be self-disciplined, they cannot forbid those who leave their hometowns and whose heads are tied to their belts occasionally indulge themselves.

The big red lanterns at the doors of several taverns in the middle of the street sway in the night wind, and not far from the tavern is the more lively Spring Tower. Sometimes the Han people who go out of the frontier cannot return to their hometowns once for several years. The women in the spring tower in Zhangjiakou are not as charming as those in the mainland, but their business is even better.

Zhai Zhe would not be interested in the women here. In fact, he rarely drinks wine. Xiao Zhiyan is obviously a regular visitor here. As soon as he lifted the curtain of the restaurant, a friend came up to say hello: "Master Xiao, you are here, please come upstairs!"

The lights in the restaurant are dim, and there are noisy and noisy sounds around them. Occasionally, some Mongolian tribes come to the market town to collect goods and leave them here for several days. The horse milk wine on the grassland is far less tasteful than the bamboo green in Shanxi, but the grassland produces less food, and they can only taste such deliciousness from the Han people.

Zhai Zhe followed Xiao Zhiyan upstairs and found a remote corner. The waiter brought two pots of wine and served a few side dishes.

"Do you say the Fan family's caravan came back a month ago?" Zhai Zhe gave Xiao Zhiyan a drink and frowned and asked. The biggest mark left by his life in later generations was that he would not have any airs to everyone, which made him make many friends.

"Yes, the whole person was sensation at that time, and the Lu family looked very bad." The Lu family is the largest wealthy businessman in Zhangjiakou. He has a good relationship with Dongtumot Nongding Taiji, Mongolia. He has been in power for nearly ten years. However, with the Dongtumot tribe being defeated by the Chahar tribe, which moved west from the Duoyan grassland, the Lu family has never done a big business again. This year, he also took risks to organize a caravan export, but it was like a meat bun to beat a dog and never return. The Tumot tribe had been discussing peace with the Han people for decades, and took in many Han people who went out of the border. They were also considered a Chinese Mongolian. Although they were barbaric, they would not plunder the caravan at will, but the Chahar tribe was not like that. Since Lin Danhan, they never took the Han people seriously.

"The sky in Zhangjiakou is about to change." Zhai Zhe raised his neck and took a sip of wine, aiming at the dark sky outside the window.

Xiao Zhiyan yelled, without saying anything, and the expression on the corner of his mouth seemed to be saying, "This is my nonsense."

"Brother Xiao, you have such good skills. Do you want to waste your time here all the time?" Seeing Xiao Zhiyan filling up his wine, he couldn't help asking.

Xiao Zhiyan put down the wine pot and said, "So what? There are so many people in this episode, so it's not all."

"If you join the army, it is not much better than being a guardian." Zhai Zhe gently tapped the table. Although Xiao Zhiyan was the guard of the Zhai family, the relationship between the two was more like a friend.

"I think this episode is more interesting." Xiao Zhiyan's face habitually smiled, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Not only him, but also Zhai Zhe, who was sitting opposite him. Not only did he know that the sky in Zhangjiakou was about to change, but even the sky in Ming Dynasty was about to change, he could only drink in this market town.

The two of them had their own thoughts, drinking a little dull. Suddenly, they heard a crackling sound downstairs, and then a scream. Then the noise became louder and louder, heading straight to the street outside, and someone shouted: "Murder!"

The two of them put down their wine bottles and looked down from the upper floor. More than a dozen people were ignited on the street.

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The 4e2a torch light was bright, and the two gangs confronted each other face to face, holding the swords, guns and sticks in their hands, were all Han people. In this episode, the owners were very strict in the management of the subordinates of the garrison, and the merchants often organized caravans to go out to the frontier. The guards were friends on weekdays and they would make a living. Although there were occasional fights, very few people used knives. Moreover, most of the guards' hometowns were inside the pass, and they killed people in full view of the crowd in the collection, and the monks could not escape the temple.

A man with thick bones, holding a Park knife, pointed at the opposite side and scolded: "Ge Feng, it's fine if you betray the Lord and beg for honor. Now you dare to kill people in the street. Do you think no one can cure you in this episode?"

"Ge Feng!" Zhai Zhe knew that he was the second leader of the Lu family's guard house. He heard that he was also a businessman in the early years. Later, after losing money, he switched to a guard house house. He was familiar with the grassland and skilled in archery and horses. He was a rare master.

As the crowd grew, Xiao Zhiyan looked at the transparent street of the torch and said, "Before I had time to tell you some things, the Fan family caravan returned to Zhangjiakou, changed his usual cautious style of behavior and expanded and poached people. Even I received their invitation."

"You mean Ge Feng has joined the Fan family now?" Zhai Zhe was shocked. This blow to the Lu family was fatal.

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Ge Feng and many horse thieves on the grassland have an indescribable relationship. The Lu family has always used him and guarded him. The Lu family has a good relationship with Taiji, Dongtumot, Dongtumot, Mongolia, and is not afraid that Ge Feng can cause any storms. But for thirty years, Hebei and thirty years, now the Dongtumot people have fled west to Guihua City after being defeated by the Chahars, and even the Hetao grassland, the Lu family's former relationship no longer exists.

While the two were talking, a thin man on the street sneered and said loudly: "The people present today are all the people who work hard with money. How did I, Ge Feng, have been to the Lu family over the years? Everyone sees it. How much benefits did the Lu family give me? In the past, I worked for the Lu family, and Lu Dong family gave me money, and you are willing to do so. Now the Fan Dong family gives me three times the rewards as before. That is why I value Ge Feng. Why should I join the Fan family?"
Chapter completed!