"The old man actually knows so much about the yang clan!"
At the entrance to the West Third Stall, the official from the Labor Department who had spoken to him before heard Old Man Tu's story and walked in curiously.
He raised his hands to Jiang Li and others and said, "I am Xu Feng, the official in charge of selling prisoners of war in the Labor Service Department. How many of you are interested in this group of yang people?"
"My lord, wasn't the last yang clan wiped out by the Zhou garrison at the northern border twenty years ago? How could it appear here?" Old Man Tu asked.
"Old man, 20 years ago, the Yinxi tribe was chased all the way by Beimang. They panicked and strayed into the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They were indeed captured by the Great Zhou defenders guarding the border. According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the entire clan should be killed!"
Xu Feng explained: "But the Holy One is kind and merciful, thinking that the Xianyi tribe is fierce and loyal, so he issued an amnesty, left this remnant tribe, demoted the whole family as slaves, and moved to Yunjing Shifu to serve as I raise horses in Dazhou.
"Two months ago, King Mang brandished his sword and marched southward, approaching the Great Wall in the north. The Yunjing Ten Prefectures tightened their military strength. These yang tribes raising horses outside the city were of no use. They were escorted to Beishi by the Ministry of War yesterday."
When Xu Feng said this, he paused and said: "If you are here because of the reputation of the Yinxi tribe as the strongest volley in the nine states, I am afraid you will be disappointed. Although these Yinxiu tribe raise horses for me, Dazhou For twenty years, they have all been banned from riding horses, and they are not allowed to touch any iron tools. Even if they have some inheritance, they have been abandoned long ago!"
"The strongest horseman and archer in Kyushu once became a horse slave. He lived with horses day and night, but was not qualified to ride them. What an irony!"
When Jiang Li heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Emperor Jing's decision to leave the lives of the Yuanxi people was said to be tolerant, but it was not necessarily another cruel punishment.
He looked at the row of cages in front of him, his eyes flashing even more.
In addition to adult men, there are also many old, weak, women and children imprisoned in small iron cages.
Years of hard work and long-term malnutrition have made these Yingxi people look very weak, with sallow complexions, weak muscles, and skinny bones.
There is still a little bit of the style that Kyushu's strongest volley should have.
After trekking for more than a thousand miles, these yang people have long been exhausted and exhausted.
Their clothes were torn, stained with layers of dust, dirty, and exuded a stench.
But no matter whether they are adult men, old, weak, women or children, there is no trace of fear, frustration or helplessness on their faces who are imprisoned in iron cages and do not know their fate tomorrow.
They just sat calmly in the iron cage, saying nothing.
Even children as young as three or two are just nestling in their mother's arms, opening their bright eyes and curiously looking at everything around them.
Such a calm and composed state is difficult for even a sergeant of Zhou Dynasty to achieve after years of training.
This made Jiang Li even more curious about the 烃狋 tribe.
"The 烃狁 tribe was once our formidable enemy in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Your Majesty spared their lives, which is an act of mercy beyond the law. These white wolves refuse to eat soft and hard food, and do not accept food and salt. They refuse to surrender to our Great Zhou Dynasty. It is naturally impossible for Your Majesty to let them." horse riding!"
Just when Jiang Li was secretly sizing up the 狃狋 tribesmen, Old Man Tu laughed naively, "Letting these white wolves mount horses is like giving a sharp knife to the butcher who rushes into the herd. Give them a little more." Time is about to go backwards again!"
"Old man, what you said is a bit too much!"
Xu Feng frowned and said: "So what if the strongest volley in the Nine Provinces is the best? The Qin State was once the hero of the Seven Kingdoms, but it was destroyed by our Great Zhou. But today, the strongest volley in the world should be the Tengxiang Army of my Great Zhou!"
"Hey, the old man is talking nonsense, don't blame me, sir!" Old Man Tu was not annoyed at being scolded, he just smiled innocently.
"Everyone, you can do what you want. There are 169 people from the Xie tribe. You can't buy them. The price is 17,000 taels of silver!" Xu Feng cupped his hands and walked away.
The people of the Zhou Dynasty have their own arrogance. Even if they are just a small official, they will not tolerate any words that damage the majesty and morale of the Zhou Dynasty.
"Sir, this is a suitable deal!" Old Man Tu said in a low voice as he walked Xu Feng away.
"You want me to buy these 烃狋 tribesmen?" Jiang Li was a little surprised.
"Sir, the thin man's camel is bigger than the horse. Do you think these yang people are not allowed to ride horses? They really don't understand horses and don't understand equestrian skills. If they don't have a lot of strength, how can they raise horses for Da Zhou?" The old man chuckled.
"You mean..."
Jiang Li was slightly startled, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something, and he looked at the iron cage closest to him.
In the iron cage, there sat a man from the Yongzhi tribe with dirty cheeks and no apparent age. He was of medium height and thin, but his hands were big and his bones were thick. He was half covered by his clothes that had become tattered. In the sleeves.
Seeing Jiang Li's eyes looking at him, the man from the yang clan subconsciously retracted his palms and lowered his eyes, but there was an imperceptible gleam that flashed away.
"It's indeed Lian Jiazi!"
Jiang Li's heart moved. He glanced at the other iron cages and gradually made a decision in his heart.
"Master Xu, I want all the yang people in the stall!"
Jiang Li walked out of the stall and placed the three thousand taels of silver notes he was carrying in front of Xu Feng, "I will order someone to deliver the remaining silver taels tomorrow!"
"Master, are you really planning to buy it? Don't you think about it any more?"
Xu Feng was a little surprised. Although the Yanxi tribe had the reputation of being the strongest volley in Kyushu, they had been in decline for many years and were no longer what they used to be.
What's more, there are many old, weak, women and children in this remnant of the 烃狁 tribe, and the price offered is 17,000 taels, which is just a customary price.
From Xu Feng's point of view, this Yingxi tribe is not worth five thousand taels.
The border army of Yunjing Shifu in the north sent this Yunxi tribe to the Ministry of War just to reduce the supply of some rations.
If no aristocratic family buys it within fifteen days of being placed in the North City, it will be sent to the mountains and forests for mining.
"My young master has been studying the books of sages since he was a child. He admires the heroes and legends that have disappeared in the classics the most. What he bought is a sentiment!"
Old Man Tu curled his lips and said: "I can't miss your payment, just place the order!"
"You old man, I'm just reminding you out of kindness!"
Xu Feng glared at Old Man Tu angrily.
Seeing that Jiang Li was silent, he didn't bother to ask any more questions. He directly accepted the money and issued the deposit deed, "Young Master, please note that when settling the balance, the Labor Department must confirm whether the Young Master's relatives are aristocratic families registered with the imperial court. If they do not meet the requirements, Conditions, the deposit is non-refundable!
"In addition, the Labor Department is also responsible for escorting them. Master, please leave your address and the Labor Department will directly deliver these 狃狁 tribesmen to your house!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Xu, before the market closes tomorrow, I will order someone to deliver the remaining silver coins and seals on time!"
Jiang Li put away the deed, said goodbye to Xu Feng, and left Beishi with Jiang Xuanxin, Mo Yunliang, and Old Man Tu, heading towards Zhenwu Hou Mansion.
"Xuan Xin, release Bi Falcon and contact Luo Ying. I want to ask Princess Yun Le for a token!"
Jiang Li wrote a note on his horse and handed it to Jiang Xuanxin, who put the note into a wooden tube, tied it to the green falcon's claw, and let it fly.
Bei City is under the Ministry of War. Before leaving Shengjing City, Jiang Li could not let the Hou Mansion know about his secret preparations. Naturally, he could not use his identity to buy or redeem people from the Xiangxi tribe. He could only temporarily use the name of Princess Yunle.
"Mr. Mo, please go back to the inn first and wait for my news. Once you get Princess Yunle's token, you will go to Bei City for me, buy all the people from the Yanxi tribe, and have the labor department send them to the farm outside the city!"
When passing a fork in the road, Jiang Li gave instructions in a low voice.
A month ago, Mo Yunliang disobeyed the eldest lady's order and did not sacrifice his longevity to increase Jiang Xuanyao's skills. He should not appear in the Hou Mansion and has been living in the inn since his return.
"Mo takes the order!"
Mo Yunliang nodded. He tightened the reins and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed something. He raised his brows and shouted loudly: "Master, be careful!"
