Lao Wangtou rolled his eyes at him, then stuffed the package in his arms, hummed a tune and walked away.
Feng Changge's eyes suddenly turned red, but he still wiped away the tears that reached his eyes.
In this damn place, tears are the most worthless thing.
Everyone who comes here has a history of their own.
It's just that many people don't want to say it...
"Why are you still standing there? The horse is down there. Hurry up and come back early. I'm waiting for you to eat in the evening!"
Old Wangtou's voice came down from the top of the fort, which made Feng Changge's nose sore again for no reason.
"knew!"
After Feng Changge finished speaking, he mounted the old horse whose teeth were almost worn out and headed towards the market town fifteen miles away.
He has been to this place several times. It is said to be a market town, but in fact it is just a larger village.
It's just that there are a few clever families in this village who run small businesses in their own homes, occasionally selling wine, food, and miscellaneous small things.
There were even a few half-open doors, and even though it cost a hundred pence each time, it still fascinated the garrison soldiers of several nearby forts.
Feng Changge had just arrived and had no way to make money, so of course he could only covet these women.
He found the merchant who collected the leather, and after some haggling, he finally exchanged the leather for 150 Wen.
By the way, after spending another 30 copper coins to buy a set of linen clothes from the boss, and spending all the remaining copper coins on the worst quality wine, Feng Changge happily prepared to return to the fort. .
One hundred and twenty cash bought four jars of wine, which made Feng Changge feel happy.
But while walking, Feng Changge suddenly realized that something was wrong.
As he was still five hundred steps away from the fort, Feng Changge had already seen a line of smoke rising straight into the sky.
"Boss, it's bad! Wolf smoke! Wolf smoke!"
He urged the horses desperately while shouting loudly in the direction of the fort.
After hearing Daniel's cry, Lao Wangtou was the first to react. He immediately picked up his broken knife and rushed directly to the top of the fort. Looking up, sure enough, there were streaks of wolf smoke in the northern sky. Soaring into the sky.
"Hurry up, Langyan! Li Ergou, you guys hurry up and block the door below. Whether you can survive depends on this!"
Lighting the flames of war is the only thing they can do.
Under normal circumstances, the Huns who went south looked down upon their garrison troops.
But if it were replaced by the extremely vicious Wuhuan people, that would not necessarily be the case.
These Wuhuan people are actually poorer than the Han people and the Huns. Their living conditions are even worse, and they have to pay tribute to the Huns every year.
As the saying goes, poor mountains and harsh waters bring out unruly people, so this has developed the Wuhuan people's habit of being greedy for petty gains.
When the Huns went south, they generally looked down upon the little property in their schoolbags.
Because those who were sent to guard the border didn't have much oil or water on their bodies, even if they were all killed, it would only be a few broken knives at most.
If you have that kind of skill, you might as well go all the way south and conquer a few more villages. If you conquer any village at random, you will gain more property than a dozen forts combined.
"God bless, God bless, it must not be these Wuhuan people!"
Li Ergou muttered a prayer, but he did not dare to neglect it.
He hurriedly used all the door poles that he had prepared long ago, and the originally creaking broken door was now firmly supported.
A line of smoke rose straight from the top of the fort, and all that was left was a long wait...
For these garrison soldiers, the garrison is their only hiding place, especially for this ghost place like Tu'erling.
After leaving this fort, there was no hiding place within a dozen miles.
They might die if they stay here, but they will definitely die if they leave here.
Everyone is quietly waiting for the verdict of fate.
"This is the wine I just brought back!"
After blocking all the doors and windows tightly, Feng Changge hurriedly brought up the jars of wine he had just replaced.
"You can get so much wine in exchange for that piece of tattered leather. Could it be that you brought back some tattered clothes?"
Lao Wangtou has been here for fifteen years, and of course he knows the situation around here well.
Just for a few unscrupulous merchants in the town, the most I could give them was 150 cash for a piece of silly roe deer skin.
A brand-new linen suit costs at least one hundred and forty coins. This guy brought back four large jars of wine. From the looks of it, he must have come back in tattered clothes.
"Anyway, in this hellish place like ours, no matter what you wear, no one will see you even if you are naked..."
Feng Changge chuckled, his smile was very honest.
"You brat, if we die today, you won't even have new clothes!"
Lao Wangtou smiled bitterly and shook his head, then reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Boom - boom - boom -"
Along with the sound of horse hooves, Mr. Wang's breathing began to become rapid.
After slapping open the mud seal on the jar, Lao Wangtou simply took a big gulp of wine from the wine jar.
"It's a blessing, it's not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided. Let's have a big bowl for each person. Anyway, damn it, we don't know who is getting the advantage if we don't drink it!"
As Old Wangtou spoke, he pointed to the wine jar on the ground. The remaining garrison soldiers were not polite, picked up the large porcelain bowl on the side and began to drink wine.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, even though the wine emboldened me.
But life and death are right in front of you, so if you say you're not nervous, you'd be lying.
Lao Wangtou gritted his teeth, and then moved to the window nearby.
Looking through the cracks in the window, pairs of cavalry were seen approaching from far away, and now one could clearly see the clothes they were wearing.
The clothes on these people were of various kinds, but generally speaking they were all made of animal skins.
Coupled with their dirty faces and the standard Wuhuan hairstyle on their heads, everything reveals their identity...
Their luck today was really bad, and they unexpectedly bumped into the Wuhuan people.
"Damn it, prepare to copy these guys, it's those Wuhuan grandsons!"
Lao Wangtou picked up his broken knife angrily. He had nothing to say now and could only prepare to fight tooth and nail. According to the habits of the Wuhuan people, they would pull out every garrison along the way.
Not for anything else, just for the broken knives in the hands of the garrison soldiers and the tattered armor on their bodies...
According to the rules of the Han Dynasty, there are eight people in a garrison.
There are only three sets of armor for eight people in total, and the remaining people can only wear cloth armor...
The so-called cloth armor is actually a piece of iron placed on the chest...
