When Liao Kingdom went to Beijing, outside the thick city gate, a man was slid his neck and paced in the door, as if this could be a little warmer. He and other herdsmen and the people looked at the scene outside the city curiously.

In October, light snow had already started on the grassland, and the weather was very cold. The sky was gray; the snow on the ground had not yet covered the dead grass, and it looked like an old man's gray hair.

Deep in the snowflakes in the sky, the dark people were surging, and the snow was hazy, as if it was a blurry picture.

Not far away, a herdsman said in Khitan saying: "It's going to fight a big war, and the tribe army is coming. There are many tents in the north of the city, all of which are from various tribes."

The man with his neck shrank is a man named Zhang Fugui. He has dealt with Khitans for many years and knows Khitan dialect.

Zhang Fugui was wrapped in thick fur, covered with a hemp rope around his waist, and covered his head with a wide shoulder-length dog-skin hat. As long as he didn't speak, he could not tell whether it was a Khitan or a Han person at first glance. The faces of the Khitans and Han people were different, but they were both yellow-skinned. It was difficult to tell if they only looked at the small half of the face under the dog-skin hat.

However, in the south of the city, Han'er and Khitan lived together, with Han'er the most craftsmen, and even if they were found to be Han'er, it would be nothing.

After watching it, Zhang Fugui shrank his neck, put his hands in his sleeves, and quietly entered the city with a hunched back. Most of the south of the capital were from Han, but Zhang Fugui was still uneasy here, and he was usually cautious and had basically never smiled.

He pushed open a door along the ancient and old street in the wind and snow, and then opened the back leather curtain hanging on it. The curtain was reflected by a pile of red and blue firewood, with an iron pot hanging on it, and the lid of the iron pot was shaken by the water vapor. Two people sat next to the firewood, a thin old man over fifty years old, and a thick waisted man with a bald head and a thick waisted man with a hair. Zhang Fugui stopped his eyes on the face of the bald head.

At this time, the old man stood up: "Alang, he is here. I told him that you have gone out of the city. I don't know if you understand, so I cook here and wait."

Zhang Fugui nodded, walked over and said slowly in awkward Khitan words: "I have gone out and Abu has been waiting for a long time."

Abu, a Khitan, pointed directly at a large package in the corner of the wall: "I brought it to you, and I will send ginseng tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you Abu, you are very trustworthy." Zhang Fugui shook the snowflakes on his body, walked over and picked up the package to check the skin.

Abu said: "Don't worry, they are all good goods."

Zhang Fugui smiled, still pretending to be a shameless person, and acting like he cared about the goods... In fact, he couldn't make money with this thing, and he didn't want to make a fortune by making a fortune by this.

Zhang Fugui did do business in northern China before. He mainly cooperated with the Han people in Youzhou and asked the Khitans to bring ginseng and furs of rare animals from the northeast... This kind of thing is rare and precious in the Central Plains and even in the southern countries, but it can't make a lot of money by going too far. It is also very risky to not be strong enough. It is very likely that half of the Taoist people will lose all their money.

Later, it was found by people from the court and did a meticulous job. It was still very dangerous, but the reward was very generous.

If it weren't for wealth and livelihood, who would have been willing to go to such an unfamiliar place? Zhang Fugui first found a Khitan to cooperate with him, and this was Abu.

And this Abu is even more untrustworthy!

When he arrived on the grassland, Abu wanted to kill Zhang Fugui to give all the money he brought! Zhang Fugui was very persuasive... He would give all the money, just get some skin and ginseng; there was also a chance to make money next time.

At that time, life and death were on the front line! Human greed saved Zhang Fugui's life; because of interests, not credit and sympathy, a path was established. It was not easy for a man to come to Shangjing, and most of the craftsmen there were brought by Youzhou.

Zhang Fugui then observed Abu at the fire. Abu baked a piece of jerky on the flame, and didn't seem to doubt anything.

At this time, Abu said, "I heard you went out of the city? It's better not to go out casually. There are troops near Shangjing. I heard that a few men were killed as spies a few days ago."

Zhang Fugui said: "Then why should I take the skin out?"

Abu said: "When winter passes, it's too cold to go south now. The Liao army will not go to war for more than two months. When this time passes, the road will be easier."

Zhang Fugui nodded: "Thank you for the reminder of Abu."

He got up and brought a pot of wine and some cheese to entertain the Khitans. He was almost dark before he saw them off.

At this time, the snow stopped. Zhang Fugui lifted the curtain, looked up, and then paced back and forth in the room. Finally, he took out the key and opened a door, and a "cuckoo" sound suddenly came from inside.

"Shhh..." Zhang Fugui made a sound, but the pigeon couldn't understand and was still running around in the cage. He took a small basin containing grain and put it in, and whispered: "Eat after eating, I'm going home after eating."

Speaking of this, Zhang Fugui felt a little sad. He really wanted to write a letter from home, but the pigeon's legs could not be tied too heavily, and even the news could only be as short as possible.

He sat at the table and began to grind the ink, looking back from time to time to observe the movements of the pigeons.

After preparing everything, Zhang Fugui took a bench and lifted a small window above, and looked at the sky again. The dark sky was covered with snow and no star. He let out his hands and let the two pigeons fly out of the window, and said, "Go home, go home..." As he said these two sentences, his eyes became a little wet.

...

In late October, Guo Shao successfully obtained news from thousands of miles away from Bazhou on the south bank of Juma River.

Most of the more than 50,000 horse soldiers of the imperial guards have retreated to Bazhou because a large number of horse soldiers have to eat grain on the north bank of the Jima River, and now they have to save the food transported to the front line.

Bazhou became the base camp of the Qianying Military Mansion in Hebei. This place is very well located, leaning against the Juma River, in the middle section, not far from the western line of Zhuozhou and the eastern line of Jinzhou. It is also an important fortress in the Dazhou area. It has been operated for many years and the city is very solid.

Guo Shao unfolded a small note, glanced at it, and said to the civil and military officials sitting in the lower house: "The Liao army is going south."

Everyone was talking suddenly. Qin Shitou, who was standing beside him, looked at Guo Shao in surprise, as if saying: Your Majesty had said that there was news coming to Beijing, but it was true!

Guo Shao ignored the discussions of the crowd and ordered: "Immediately Issued an order to let the main forces of the guards, the cavalry and schooning officials go north, and go to Xiong, Ba and Yi to station in the three prefectures, waiting for the dispatch."

Wei Renpu worshipped: "I obey the order."
Chapter completed!