There is a vast white space between heaven and earth.

Everything you see is white snow, and the endless fields are white, except white.

A team came from a distance, wearing thick cotton coats and fur hats, and struggling forward on the snowfield.

In the team, the only few horses were pulling sleds, and thick cargo was piled on them.

In the middle of the team, Lao Xie, wearing thick leather gloves, pushed his hat, wiped the white frost on his eyebrows, and shouted at Su Gen, an old herder who was pushing the sled with his butt sticking out, and said:

"I said Lao Sugen, why is the Pueraria root you mentioned still not visible?"

"If I go on, my legs will be exhausted. The salt tea leaves on the car will be frozen."

The horse pulling the cart neighed, and the horse with heat all over his body exerted force, pulling the sled out of the snow pit, causing the soldiers who were pushing the sled to lie in the snow nest.

Old Sugen crawled out of the snow, patted the snow foam on his body, chewed the imported snow foam twice, and glanced at the horse whose reins were strangled by his companions.

"What's the worry? We've only been walking for a few days and thought about reaching the root of the Pueraria. The grassland is so big that we can't see people in three or five days."

"It will take half a day to walk the root of the Pueraria. Grandma Moon reaches the top of her head, it should be here."

Lao Su said, thinking of his wife and daughter in the tribe, he became happy and showed his yellow teeth.

The foal cursed next to Heiwa:

"It's so fucking far."

The team continued to rush. When the moon rose to the sky, a gathering place finally appeared in front of the team, with tents everywhere, and the neighing sounds of cattle, sheep, horses and horses could be heard everywhere.

The foal walking in front retreated, looking cautious:

"It's been midnight, why is the kuchi root still so lively that the tent has not been set up?"

Old Sugen used his hands and feet together, climbed onto the horse's back, looked at the tribe in the distance, and after a moment, he screamed strangely:

"Not good, it's the people from Su Hu's tribe who are going to kill him. The tribe is preparing to run away."

Lao Xie asked in surprise when he heard this:

"The Su Hu tribe is not subordinate to your Pueraria root, why did you suddenly start a war with your Pueraria root?"

Old Su climbed down from the horse's back, his tone was anxious:

"Sir, according to our Ming army's approach, you must be vigilant in case of such a thing. It is the most correct to stay out of it. But Kudzu root is my tribe, so I can't stand by and watch."

Lao Xie looked at Su Gen excitedly and felt anxious. What should he do.

According to the grassland practice rules set before departure, when encountering such a thing, you must stand by and watch, but the tribe opposite is Pueraria root.

If you stand by and let the Kermella be destroyed, Old Su dies, the team loses the guide, and if you don’t get any money at night, you will lose a teacher.

What would you do if the prince was here?

Old Xie sighed, "The Marquis is not an ordinary person, and he can't think of what the Marquis will do, but the Marquis will definitely not allow him to leave his brother."

"It's all brothers, we'll fight the enemy with you."

Old Xie grabbed Su Gen with a sincere tone.

The group entered the Pueraria root and found Gerile, the leader of the Pueraria root.

When Gerile saw Sugen, he immediately urged him to say:

"I don't care if you want to do business, but now is not the time. The people from the Suhu tribe are going to kill them. We lack the salt of the Suhu tribe, which angers them. This time we will never stop."

Upon hearing this, Su Gen glanced at Lao Xie behind him.

Gerile is a clever person. He heard this and saw Lao Xie:

"Did you bring salt and tea?"

Salt and tea are hard currency on the grassland, which can be compared with gold and silver. Therefore, the trade between the Central Plains and the grassland is mostly based on salt and tea.

Lao Sugen undoubtedly wanted to save his tribe, so he took Lao Xie and threw the life-saving straw to the clan leader.

Grile suddenly became excited:

"Since you were brought by Lao Sugen, I must be my own family. Our tribe has countless cattle and sheep, so you can trade it for you as long as you can trade the salt to us."

“How many are missing?”

Lao Xie asked calmly.

This is an opportunity to build Pueraria root. If you can establish friendship with Pueraria root after you have shown your identity, you can exceed your experience.

Gerile thought about it after hearing this:

"We have lost five hundred kilograms. If we want to calm the anger of Su Hu tribe, it will cost at least eight hundred kilograms, or even more."

When Lao Xie heard this, he was sure that although he didn't carry much salt this time, he still had a thousand pounds.

"We are from the Ming army."

"If you want, we can trade you enough salt."

When Gerile heard Lao Xie's words, he obviously hesitated for a moment.

A young tribal man rushed into the camp and said to Grile:

"Chief, the people of Suhu's troops have crossed Lianshan Lok, and we can't get away."

Gerile gritted his teeth:

"Okay, if we can survive this crisis, my Kelongmen and your Mingjun will form a friendship."

...

Xuanfu, General's Office.

As soon as it was dawn, Su Cheng was called out from the bed by Doctor Xia.

"I haven't eaten the wontons from the morning tea shop at the city gate for a few days. Let's go with me."

When going out for a walk, Su Cheng naturally had no objection. In the Xuanfu, he could only manage the military and the civil affairs did not have the opportunity to intervene. However, when he saw Geng Jiuchou dealing with the Xuanfu civil affairs, he felt a little bored.

In Sucheng's view, most of these methods are wrong.

The military households in the garrison cannot bear the taxes, and it is no secret that they have repeatedly fled. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of war to recover some civilian villages, it is just a way to drink poison to quench thirst. The taxes remain unchanged. These military households will still flee sooner or later.

Ren Yao, who was in the yard, was practicing martial arts with his personal guards and saw Su Cheng coming out and greeted him. The personal guards put on their robes and hid their weapons.

After leaving the General's Mansion, Su Cheng ran into the Admiral of Xuanfu and Geng Jiuchou, the Right Censor.

Geng Jiuchou had white hair, followed by several servants. He saw Su Cheng at the door and was obviously a little surprised. He bowed to Su Cheng:

"I've met Duke Su, are you going out?"

Although Su Cheng doesn’t like Geng Jiuchou, everyone is a colleague. He looks up and sees him. Basic harmony must be guaranteed:

"Is there something wrong with Lord Geng?"

Geng Jiuchou stroked his long beard and said calmly:

"The Duke of the State has always said that I have dealt with unfair government affairs. Today's morning market is about to invite the Duke of the State to travel with me."

Su Cheng felt energetic when he heard this. He felt that the governance was good and came to show off in front of him.

"Let's go and have a look. It happened that Lao Xia invited me to have morning tea, so we went to Lao Liu's shop and watched while eating."

Geng Jiuchou had no objection, and a group of people went out one after another and followed him to the east gate.

I have to say that over the past few days, Xuanfu has become much more prosperous.

There were more vendors next to the road. The restaurants and restaurants were opened in groups of three or three, and the silk shops, wineries, and inns were opened.

Especially for shops and vendors selling fur, there are more and more, and there are sounds of shouting and selling fur everywhere.

The group arrived at the east gate and arrived at the bustling Lao Liu's shop.

The oil pan was laid up in front of the shop. In the hot hot oil, the golden soft and tender oil cakes were wrapped in hot oil, making a gurgling sound, and the soft and fragrant egg cakes were out of the pot.

The steaming wontons and the fragrant tofu brain, after more than half a month, Lao Liu released a new product.

The dining table in the shop was filled with people, and there were endless people coming and going.

Doctor Xia and Yang Er stood in front of the oil pan:

"Old Liu, bring all these oil cakes over, and then serve eight bowls of wontons and two bowls of tofu brain..."

Lao Liu, who was competing with the oil pan, didn't raise his head, pulled out an oil cake and threw it into the hot oil pan, his voice was bright:

"Okay, please have eight bowls of wontons and two bowls of tofu brain inside."
Chapter completed!