Qin Gong

Chapter 727: Letters entrusted to the old man, Mr. Wei's doubts

Chapter 727: Letters entrusted to the old man, Mr. Wei's doubts

Dark clouds passed across the sky. Looking from above, there were only scattered gaps under the dense black cloud cover, occasionally reflecting the sunlight.

On the grassland near the mountains, the Yuezhi people who rarely come and go between the countless tents seem to be talking about something. What is surprising is that compared with usual, almost the vast majority of the Yuezhi people seen in the tribe are women, with only a few young children playing around.

This anomaly was naturally also seen by the merchants who came to Yuezhi.

"I heard that the Yuezhi are going out to fight again! Now those grazing are all women or the elderly and children!"

"That's right. I've heard about it too. I just don't know where they're going to cause trouble. I hope it's not Shangjun..."

"Alas, the damn Yuezhi people..."

Amid the casual conversation, in front of several tents, several men pretending to be from the Central Plains were carrying goods back and forth, and several old men were in front of old horses, stroking the horses and talking in low voices.

Obviously.

Yuezhi's actions made everyone feel a little uneasy. After all, this time, the place they were going back to was Shangjun. If Yuezhi really invaded Shangjun again, not to mention worrying about their wives, children and the elderly in Shangjun, even they themselves would be in danger. At the very least, the goods they exchanged might be robbed, and at worst, they would be humiliated. They would be lucky to be able to save their lives.

If the Central Plains did not also need the goods from the grasslands, if life did not force them to make a living and support their families, otherwise, no one would be willing to travel thousands of miles, not only would it be tiring, but every trip would also involve risking their lives.

"If you really went south to plunder Shangjun, you can't return to Shangjun no matter what!"

An old man squatted in front of a wooden box and said with a grim expression.

When the others heard the old man's words, they looked at each other, sighed, and did not refute.

"But if Shangjun falls, we will stay in Yuezhi and wait for them to come back. Given the character of the Yuezhi people, staying here will mean death!"

A middle-aged man put two bags of cloth on a wooden trailer, turned around and said to the old man. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a middle-aged man in silk clothes coming over, and he and the others hurriedly stopped what they were doing.

"How is it? Have you found out any information?"

Seeing the man in silk clothes, everyone couldn't help but reveal anticipation in their eyes. After all, in this chaotic situation, any piece of news would be enough to save all of their lives.

"What about the Qiang people? The Qiang people are like us Qin people, but..."

Seeing the man in silk clothes sigh and shake his head, everyone's heart sank. An old man with gray hair couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Qiang people!

This is their current hope. After all, the relationship between Qin State and Qiang people is much closer than that between Qin State and Yuezhi people. The leader of Qiang cavalry is a general of Qin State. It is impossible for his subordinates to watch these Qin merchants lose their lives in vain.

"We didn't find the Qiang Rangers. It's as if they all disappeared overnight!"

The man in silk clothes said this and looked at everyone.

"I will go find someone else. If that doesn't work, we can only go to the Qiang Tribe first, then go south from the Qiang Tribe to Longxi and return to Qin!"

After the man in silk clothes finished speaking, he turned around and left again.

Everyone present fell silent, and everyone's face turned pale.

Qiang people!

Although the relationship with Qin was good, the situation with the Qiang people was much more complicated than that with the Yuezhi people. There were mountains, rivers, and things could happen at any time. They might even encounter murder and robbery. Moreover, they would have to spend a lot of money on food and drink on the way to the Qiang people. This trip might be in vain. They would have to go back to Longxi from the Qiang people, then go to Chencang from Longxi, and then to Yongcheng along the way, and finally pass through Meixian and Pingyang to reach Xianyang...

Then from Xianyang, return to Shangjun!

this! ! !

In front of the tent, the scene was dead silent as people thought about what was going to happen next. Not to mention the elderly men who looked at the horses with despair in their eyes, even the middle-aged men were not much better.

"Let's go. If you don't go, you'll die. If you go, at least you can still survive!"

I don't know who said this, but everyone came to their senses and started to work silently, but they no longer had any interest in what they were doing.

Half an hour later.

In front of the tent, among the busy figures, an old man was stroking the horse and saying something like "old friend", as if saying goodbye.

However, when he heard footsteps, the old man turned his head and noticed that a person wearing a cloth cap was approaching.

"Old man, have you been okay these days?"

Bai Yan took off the cloth tent, looked at the old man, and bowed.

"You boy!"

When the old man saw Bai Yan, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and then his stiff expression became a little more cheerful.

"How is it, have you adapted to the Yue Clan these days?"

The old man asked, looking Bai Yan up and down.

"Fortunately!"

Bai Yan bowed and agreed. He noticed that the old man looked strange, as well as the faces of the other people around him, and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Oh, I almost forgot that your cousin is a retainer of the Yue Clan!"

It would have been better if Bai Yan didn't ask. When the old man heard Bai Yan's question, he suddenly thought that Bai Yan came to Yuezhi to seek refuge with his relatives, and might know something.

So in Bai Yan's eyes, not to mention the old man, even the other people around who had reacted, all put down their work, gathered around Bai Yan, and asked for news at once.

"Don't worry, Yuezhi is not heading to Shangjun!"

Bai Yan looked at these people with a helpless look.

However, it is also understandable that these people are making money by walking on the edge of a knife. Any slight change in the Yue clan may be a disaster for these people.

"If it's not Shangjun, then why are all the young men of Yue clan missing?"

The old man asked in confusion.

Other old men and strong men also nodded and said that even the Qiang cavalry disappeared overnight and no news about them could be found.

"We are going to deal with the Huns! Don't worry, I came here today to give the baby in my wife's belly a good name, so I came here!"

Bai Yan said with a smile, reassuring everyone, and took out a piece of cloth from his arms and handed it to the old man.

"When you return to Shangjun, please ask someone to take you to Xianyang. Two miles west of Xianyang City, there is a wide alley with three ancient trees and only one house. That is where you live. I will ask someone to take you to the door. Just knock on the door and let them know!"

As he spoke, Bai Yan handed a piece of cloth and some money to the old man. After that, Bai Yan took the cloth tent again and turned to leave.

"Boy, take the money back, you don't have to worry about anything!"

The old man came to his senses, looked at the thing in his hand, hurriedly chased forward, left the cloth, and returned some money to Bai Yan.

"Don't worry, if we return to Shangjun safely, this won't be difficult!"

The old man said.

At this time, everyone else also nodded. For a moment, everyone did not dare to completely trust Bai Yan's words, but hope arose in their originally desperate hearts and they were no longer so confused.

If they could really return to Shangjun alive, everyone would be grateful to Bai Yan. Why would they ask Bai Yan for money just to deliver a message?

As long as they are alive, they can afford to pay that little money!

"Thank you!"

Seeing this, Bai Yan did not refuse. After bowing again, he left.

Not long after Bai Yan left, the man in silk clothes from the caravan came back. When he heard the old man mention Bai Yan, he instantly showed a look of surprise.

"Can we trust those three guys?"

"Yes! If the third son's information is wrong, we will be like sheep walking into a tiger's mouth if we return to Shangjun!"

Everyone was talking about it and were a little worried. It wasn't that they didn't trust Bai Yan. Bai Yan had brought letters and messages from home, so he would naturally not lie to them. What they were worried about was whether Bai Yan's information was wrong.

After all, if there is a mistake, they will have to bear the consequences.

"Believe that kid. After all, if I were to suffer from the Qiang people, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get back my anger!"

The old man sighed, looked at the middle-aged man in silk clothes, and then looked at the others.

The old man's words were soon agreed by other old men, and even the strong man nodded after thinking about it.

Yes!

They were originally from Shangjun. If anything happened to them, they would rather die in Shangjun than among the Qiang people or in Longxi. After all, that was where they were born and raised.

"Then let's go back to Shangjun. If everything is fine, I will also be sending a batch of top-quality goods to Xianyang. You can go with me and just consider it as repaying this favor!"

The man in silk clothes hesitated, then finally sighed and decided to take a risk.

When going to the Qiang tribe, the man in silk clothes was also afraid of being robbed. It seemed that the Qiang tribe and the Qin State were in harmony, but the terrain of the Qiang territory was bound to have countless dangers. People's hearts are hidden, and no one knew whether any Qiang people would see it and want to kill and rob.

After all, among the Qiang people, there is no one to take care of these merchants.

"Get ready and leave as soon as possible!"

As a long-time trader, the man in silk clothes knew that there was no time to lose and that delay would lead to unexpected events. Since he had decided to return to Shangjun, he should leave immediately.

Two days later.

In the grassland north of Qin State, a man in silk clothes and an old man and other merchants were hurrying on their way. Suddenly, they saw a black shadow appear on the plain in the south. The shadow grew bigger and gradually formed a torrent.

Then, with the incessant sound of horse hooves, the man in silk clothes and the old man and his companions were completely stunned.

Before anyone could say anything, an old man with sharp eyes suddenly saw that among the black cavalry, the soldiers riding on war horses were holding fluttering flags with the word "Qin" on them!

"It's the Qin cavalry!"

"It's our Qin's cavalry!!!"

"It's really our Qin cavalry!"

Cheers suddenly rang out, and everyone looked tense and uneasy. At this moment, when they saw the Qin cavalry, even the strong men couldn't help but have red eyes.

Perhaps there is no other scene that can make people feel at ease more than seeing this scene.

"But why are they heading towards the Xiongnu?"

As the excitement grew, people soon noticed that the cavalry seemed to be heading towards the Xiongnu territory. This made people a little confused, especially when they thought about the previous scene in Yuezhi and what the young man said.

"Yeah! Could it be that something big is really going to happen to the Huns?"

The man in silk clothes frowned.

At this time, the old man put away the smile on his face, and the figure of Bai Yan suddenly appeared in his mind. He sighed, feeling a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have asked more questions.

Who knew that boy knew so much!

........................

Yanmen is good.

In a mansion in the city, Zhao Qiu came to Old Wei and saw that Old Wei was looking at the pool with a thoughtful look on his face. Zhao Qiu signaled the maid to leave first.

"We have received news that in Xianyang, Ying Zheng has ordered Wang Ben and Meng Tian to lead the troops!"

Zhao Qiu said, then looked at Mr. Wei with her beautiful eyes.

"If Ying Zheng doesn't send Bai Yan north, I'm afraid Elder Wei's plan will fail!"

Zhao Qiu gave a reminder.

Mr. Wei's old face showed a calm expression, without the slightest hint of worry like Zhao Qiu.

"Don't worry, I know Li Si's character well! Even though Ying Zheng appointed Feng Quji and Wang Wan as the left and right prime ministers, and Li Si is still the chief justice, in Ying Zheng's heart, Li Si's status will not only not be reduced, but will become more important in the depths of Ying Zheng's heart after Feng Quji and Wang Wan become prime ministers, especially this time when Wang Wan is involved in the dispute over enfeoffment, but Li Si... advocates counties!"

Mr. Wei picked up the fish food from the porcelain bowl beside him and gently threw a little in. The fish in the pond were still fighting over it.

Looking at the fish in the water, Mr. Wei believed in his judgment of Li Si, and even more in his understanding of Ying Zheng. People in the world did not understand Ying Zheng, and did not know Ying Zheng's domineering heart, but Mr. Wei knew it very well.

In his heart, Ying Zheng must have been inclined towards the county system! He would not divide the world into fiefdoms!

"But isn't Mr. Wei worried? Will he blame Mr. Wei when he comes back? Will there be a rift in his heart?"

Zhao Qiu looked at Mr. Wei with some confusion.

Although Old Wei did not participate in the southward migration of the Xiongnu and Donghu, he did not contribute at all when defending the northern border. This was contrary to Bai Yan's trust and entrustment in Old Wei.

"Given Bai Yan's character, if he saw the people of Northern Xinjiang being treated so cruelly, he would probably..."

Zhao Qiu sat on the wooden railing, looking towards the pool with her beautiful eyes. The figure from the past and the words spoken by the man named Bai Yan in the past emerged in her mind.

Of all the people Zhao Qiu has ever met, Bai Yan is the one who cares the most about the people, regardless of their status.

Sometimes he cared too much, even Zhao Qiu couldn't stand it, and felt dissatisfied and complained, but when he thought about it afterwards, he always sighed, and then admired Bai Yan's character.

Perhaps it was Bai Yan's persistence and kindness towards others that most touched Zhao Qiu.

"Blame it if you want. I am doing this for his own good. He doesn't fight for the world. If I don't fight for him, who else can?"

Old Wei frowned, and a stubborn expression appeared on his old face.

Perhaps knowing that Bai Yan would not like it, but for Bai Yan's own good, Mr. Wei still wanted to do something that would make Bai Yan unhappy or even unbearable, just as Zhao Qiu had said to Bao in private.

The world is big, and Bai Yan is very capable, so it is enough to have Bai Yan thinking about the people! With Bai Yan protecting the world, she has little ability, so she only needs to protect Bai Yan!

Isn’t it the same for Mr. Wei?

Now that Qin is unified, countless powers in the world are secretly planning to force Qin to divide its territory and force Ying Zheng to enfeoff princes. This is Bai Yan's opportunity. Bai Yan will not fight for it, but Old Wei cannot help but fight for it.

"Compared to that kid's anger, what I am more worried about is why that kid's letter has not arrived yet!"

Old Wei held a piece of fish food in his hand and looked at the fish fighting in the pond, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Logically, even if Bai Yan had not arrived in the Northern Frontier, the letters of advance deployment should have been delivered. Why was it that after such a long time, he had not seen any letters?

"Maybe he's not here yet! Or he's sulking!"

Zhao Qiu's beautiful eyes were startled, and after thinking for a moment, she shook her head and sighed.

Thinking of Bai Yan's handsome and honest face, Zhao Qiu knew that the man was very stubborn. Maybe he was really angry with Old Wei this time, so he acted like that.

"I hope so!"

As Mr. Wei pondered, he felt vaguely worried.

Rather than being angry about Bai Yan, Old Wei was more worried that with Bai Yan's ability, he was afraid that he would do something unexpected. At the moment, there was no news from Bai Yan, so he could only hope that after Bai Yan arrived in the northern border, he would write a letter as soon as possible to discuss how to make the Xiongnu and Donghu retreat.

After all, it had been a scourge for such a long time, and Old Wei was unwilling to cause any serious damage to the Northern Frontier.

(End of this chapter)