Jiayou for five years.

These few years are the best time for the entire Northern Song Dynasty, singing and dancing are leveling, the country is prosperous, and of course I don't want to be close to being strong.

But there's always a place where the sun doesn't shine.

A Hunzhou River flows slowly from Hengshan, the villages and villages in the upper reaches are mostly dilapidated, the people live in broken caves, even the broken caves can not be repaired, half of the people live in broken shacks, wear tattered clothes, and survive between the mountains and rivers of this tattered world......

Wangjiazhai is also a dilapidated village.

Wang Ju shook his old linen robe, looked at the gray sky, and looked sad, fortunately reborn, but he was reborn in this bitter place, and in order to live, he had to be forced to work as a mule.

Suddenly, the scene of General He Long dancing with a kitchen knife came to his mind.

Then he looked at his thin and thin body again, and wanted to yell at the sky: "Grandma's." ”

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The endless mountains and hills have been left traces of burning by the mountain people in many places, just sandwiched between the Song and Xia countries, beating back and forth, the people are barren, and dwarf and dense shrubs grow. There are also countless wild amaranths, pig hair cherries, and small thistles growing on the ground...... The wheels rolled over it, creating a layer of green juice. It's just that these ripe wild vegetables have many small burrs, and they stumble on the legs of the villagers, which makes them slightly painful and itchy.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Occasionally, a few wild rabbits and roe deer came out of the bushes, looked at the group of men and horses in a hurry, and ran towards the woods, but the mountain people had no intention of hunting.

"Who?" Wang Ju's second uncle, Wang Wei, let out a loud shout and ran into the grass.

The mountaineers drew their backs almost simultaneously.

Don't look at the high salary, a trip to the mule will get a hundred yuan, a person can almost get half of the money, but it is no less dangerous than those seafarers who go to sea on the seashore.

The slightest bit of wind and grass will make people's hearts beat.

Out of the grass stood two women, one in his early twenties and the other in his teens, with a sword at their waists, both of whom were very pretty. But his clothes were covered with dust, like two kittens that had been wandering outside for days.

But Wang Ju stood on the side and saw it very clearly, although she was dressed as an ordinary woman, the little young woman had an indescribable temperament.

"It seems to be a master and a maid."

The young woman's face changed slightly, and she muttered, "We are lost people. ”

It was dangerous to be a mule, but it looked a little scary, with a bow and a knife, although it was an ordinary simple knife and a mulberry bow, but they were all weapons, and there were more than a hundred big men, which obviously scared her.

"Lost?" Steward Zhu Qing stepped forward and asked suspiciously.

It's possible.

Don't think there is a sun, but you have to know how much time you have to know to be able to orient yourself.

But where is the time.

Yes In the city, the most accurate thing is not the hourglass, but the water leak, and even if it is a water leak, it is only accurate if it is stationary.

Therefore, in the era when there is no compass and there is no guide who is familiar with the local environment to guide the way, it is often difficult to get lost.

But they don't see the light of day in this business.

"Are you all Song?" The young woman asked calmly.

"You're from the other side of the mountain?"

"On the other side of the mountain?"

"Over there."

"You say it's Tangut, but we're not."

It's a very normal answer, but it's actually a very weird answer, and that's the language problem. The Han people in Western Xia spoke Chinese, the Qiang people spoke Qiang, and the same was true in Yanzhou. There are some regional differences, but for a long time in the borderlands, most of the Qiang people will come to a few sentences of Chinese, and the Han people will also come to a few words of Qiang language, Chinese is the mainstream, the Qiang language is too chaotic, there are Tubo people, Dangxiang people, Tuyuhun people, and some of the descendants of the Hu people who were resettled in the desert left by the Tang Dynasty.

Zhu Qing thought for a while: "No, you are from the Central Plains. ”

He was the steward of the proprietor's house, and Yanzhou was flooded with private goods, and there were merchants from all over the north of the Song Dynasty, and finally heard the accents of the two women.

The young woman hesitated for a moment and said, "We are from the Central Plains, where is this?" ”

Wang Wei said: "Da Aoling." ”

"Where is Da'ao Ridge?"

"Second uncle, don't say it, if you report the names of all the surrounding mountains, I'm afraid they won't be able to figure out where it is." Wang Ju stepped forward and said.

Then he looked at the two women.

"How did you get here?"

This place belongs to the border area, Wang Ju used to hunt with his second uncle, and the farthest has not yet arrived here.

"We're lost, where is Yanzhou?"

"Sue sù you Yanzhou is over there, can you walk back to Yanzhou safely? If you get lost again, you will really turn to Western Xia in a few turns. Wang Ju said funny.

The border is so chaotic, two women are lost, and they can still be safe, what a miracle.

"So what do we do?" The little maid said eagerly.

Wang Ju turned his head and looked at everyone: "Steward Zhu, Weng Weng, the two women are pitiful, it's better to be like this, let them come with us, we will take them to the avenue, and then find a car for them and send them back to Yanzhou." ”

Zhu Qing was displeased: "Boy, you are troublesome." ”

"What else would you do? If they go on like this, something will happen sooner or later. ”

In this era, women are real goods.

But Wang Ju is still influenced by the ideas and concepts of his previous life, and women and children are ultimately vulnerable groups to be taken care of. Otherwise, if you turn around like this, you won't go to the Western Xia side, and sooner or later you will be taken away by the Qiang people as property.

Zhu Qing frowned.

He hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

However, there was a look of hesitation in the eyes of the two women.

"We are all Song people......" Wang Ju said.

In this chaotic place, a Song man encompasses too many meanings.

The young woman nodded: "Concubine, let's go with them." ”

"Get on the road." Zhu Qing shouted.

The sound of wheels sounded again, and more than a hundred people were eerily silent.

"Where are you pulling this goods?" The little maid named Ji'er asked curiously.

"Don't ask," Wang Ju said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't hear any Central Plains dialect, and it took him three months to come to the village before he became fluent in Shaanxi dialect of the Song Dynasty.

But whether it is Yanzhou or the security army, there are some foreign businessmen, maybe their family members, go out of the city to play, play, get lost, and as a result, they go farther and farther, and they actually come to the border. However, why did these businessmen come to Yanzhou and the security military city? It's not for the sake of private goods!

Wang Ju's cold drink made the two women close their mouths.

"It's almost there."

Zhu Qing stood at the top of the mound and looked at the northwest direction and said.

Wang Ju stopped, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked at Zhu Qing.

The mountain wind blew, blowing Zhu Qing's brown silk robe hunting, the silk robe was a little old, probably because he often wandered in the mountains, he could see a few sewing on the feet of the robe, but he stood in the middle of a group of villagers dressed in tattered linen clothes, still standing out from the crowd.

Wang Ju stared at the small river under the hill and asked, "Is that the Tibetan River?"

"Yes, after crossing that river, there is the territory of the Tangut people. Curious, little one. ”

Bub? Wang Ju smiled, a little speechless in his heart.

He is not curious, and Zhu Guanshi is not right, from Shunning Village to Hengshanxia, it cannot be called the territory of the Song Dynasty, nor can it be called the territory of Western Xia, strictly speaking, it is the idle field area mentioned in the ancient books, a three-regardless area.

But the way that made him curious, the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty didn't care, could it be that the owner of Steward Zhu bought the security officers and soldiers together?

"Let's go."

Zhu Qing ordered.

He didn't ask Wang Ju why he was thirteen years old, so he came to the border to beg for a living.

The people in the border areas are very miserable, and there are many, many teenage children who are in charge of their own families.

The wheels squeaked unpleasantly again.

The convoy soon came to the foot of the hill in this monotonous sound and stopped one by one under the command of Zhu Qing.

In front of it is the Tibetan River, don't look at it small, because of the war, it may go down in history. Wang Ju curled his eyes and looked at this temporary border river, the small Tibetan bottom river was sparkling, the water was clear, and he could almost see the pebbles and fish swimming under the river. The surroundings are still full of a lonely monotonous beauty, but some shadowy figures on the opposite riverbank make the villagers nervous.

Zhu Qing didn't care, and whistled a few times.

Wang Ju immediately saw a bearded man walking out from the opposite side.

Zhu Qing strode up to meet him, and the two didn't know what to say, and suddenly many carriages, donkey carts, and mule carts appeared on the opposite side. Compared to the rickshaws on this side of the river, the formation is obviously much more luxurious.

Zhu Qing walked back and said loudly: "The transaction is successful." ”

With this sound, both sides sent people to the opposite side to inspect the goods.

Just looking at a few people wearing Xia Guojian watching the goods next to a car, more than a hundred villagers seemed to be holding their breath.

"The Khitan fought in the grass valley, the Western Xia captured the army, the Tubo became bandits, and the Annan slave traders......" Wang Ju meditated in his heart, and at this moment he looked at the nervous expressions of the villagers, and only then did he feel the suffering of the people in the border areas of the Song Dynasty.

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