Feng Yong straightened his clothes and hurried over at a trot. Before anyone could reach him, he bowed his hands and saluted from a distance: "I am Feng Yong. I don't know where this distinguished guest is coming from?"
"Are you Feng Yong?"
The leader turned over and dismounted, waved his hand, and the cavalry behind him all dismounted at the same time. Apart from the clash of weapons and the sound of horses neighing, there was no other movement, showing extremely high discipline.
"I am Wei Wenchang, the governor of Hanzhong."
As the visitor approached, Feng Yong finally saw his face clearly. He was about forty years old, with a face as thick as a jujube and high cheekbones. It was exactly the face of Wei Yan recorded in the book.
But I don’t know whether he is used to it or is born this way. His chin is slightly raised and his eyes are slightly narrowed. Although he has a sense of power, he always gives people a sense of scrutiny.
Next to him, he saw Li Yi with an apologetic and wry smile, as if he was telling Feng Yong about his helplessness.
"It turns out that it was General Wei who arrived. I missed the welcome from afar. General Wanwang forgives me."
"Okay, don't act like this in front of me. What I hate most in my life are those people who are polite and hypocritical." Wei Yan said with a look of disgust, "I don't know who taught me to be so smooth at a young age. "
Feng Yong paused awkwardly with his hands raised, the smile on his face stagnant.
This Wei Yan, this temper, really stinks! Just scold me, even my sect has been scolded. Don’t you know that my sect is a hidden mountain sect?
How many people did Feng Yong scare with this tiger skin from his master? Unexpectedly, he hit a wall with Wei Yan.
"I heard from Mr. Li, are you accepting people here?"
Wei Yanke didn't care whether Feng Yong felt embarrassed or not, he just said it to himself.
"Accepting people? Accepting what..."
Before Feng Yong could react, he was about to ask subconsciously when he suddenly saw Li Yi wink at him, and he suddenly reacted.
Unexpectedly, before he could speak again, Wei Yan said impatiently: "Of course they are slaves, Hu people, Qiang people, Di people. Didn't you say you want to take them?"
"Take it, take it! Take it all."
Feng Yong responded quickly.
"Okay then, let's go out and inspect the goods."
Inspection?
Didn't you say you were taking people? Why did it become inspection again?
Feng Yong followed Wei Yan to the outside of the camp in confusion, only to find that a group of people had gathered outside at some point, divided into two groups: inside and outside.
Most of the people inside have disheveled hair and are dressed differently from the Han people. They are all downcast and shrinking. The people outside are wearing armor and have bright weapons in their hands. They are closely guarding the group of people inside, and there are about a dozen people on horseback. , galloping back and forth, constantly shouting and scolding.
"What do you think of these people?" Wei Yan led Feng Yong to the group of people, pointed at the group of people inside and said, "These are all good quality goods, they are all strong and strong, you give me a price."
Being treated as goods, those people dared not speak out. When they saw Wei Yan approaching, those at the front who were close to Wei Yan shrank their heads, with fearful looks in their eyes, and took a few steps back involuntarily. .
"Is this the Qiang people?"
Feng Yong asked uncertainly.
"Di people! They are barbarians anyway. Don't worry, after asking, they are all good herders. Those who don't know how to herd will be buried."
Wei Yan said nonchalantly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
As soon as these words were spoken, the captured Di people seemed to remember something again, and the fear in their eyes became even stronger.
Not only them, but even Feng Yongguang suddenly felt that the surroundings were a bit eerie under the bright sun.
"Buried? Dead?"
Feng Yong felt his throat was dry and asked in a harsh voice.
"You will naturally die if you are buried. Is it possible that there are still people in this world who can survive underground?"
Wei Yan glanced at Feng Yong strangely.
This is a butcher!
Feng Yong quietly moved this way, not daring to get too close to Wei Yan.
"Okay, don't wait any longer. Take a look. Does it meet your requirements? If you think it's suitable, just make an offer quickly."
Wei Yan pointed impatiently at the group of barbarians in front of him.
"It's suitable and suitable. They are all high-quality labor. They are the most suitable. What price does the general think is suitable?"
Feng Yong trembled a little. This was really treating people as goods.
No matter how inappropriate it was, Feng Yong gritted his teeth and had to admit it, fearing that the old butcher would hear what he said was inappropriate and end it with just one cut.
What's more, I don't know where Wei Yan took the prisoners of war in front of him. They are all strong and strong, and they are most suitable for use as laborers.
"Hey, you kid, how can you do business like this? Are you like you and you can't die?"
Wei Yan was immediately happy, looking at Feng Yong like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"How can this be considered business?"
Feng Yong immediately retorted, what business? How could I possibly do something as cheap as business? I am a Hanzhong Dian Nongguan of the Han Dynasty.
"This is why I admire the general's power. Besides, a person as high and powerful as the general will not embarrass the boy, right?"
"Slippery! You really are a sly one. I don't know what the Prime Minister likes about you." Wei Yan nodded to Feng Yong and smiled. He didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm. "Don't worry, I am a dignified general and I will not follow him." You are in trouble."
Although he said that he would not embarrass Feng Yong, what he said surprised the entourage who followed him: "A barbarian, a piece of cloth, and the cloth must be made of wool, how about it?"
Feng Yong shivered again, and almost smiled, but secretly he twisted his thigh hard, turning his smiling face into a crying face, "General, isn't this a bit expensive?"
"You said it yourself, you asked me to bid, why? You want to go back on your word again?" Wei Yan sneered, "Do you know what your crime is in teasing a Han general?"
"Don't dare, don't dare. Just pay the price set by the general, a strong barbarian and a piece of woolen cloth." Feng Yong said with a sad face and a look of great pain.
The followers around him looked at Feng Yong pitifully. When you meet someone like our general, you still want to be petty in front of him. You really don't know how to live or die.
"Okay, have fun!" Wei Yan patted Feng Yong on the shoulder, "A good man should be so happy. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. I defeated Di Ren this time and got a lot of horses. Some of them were injured. Those who are suitable for riding on the battlefield will be given to you."
Feng Yong was overjoyed. Sure enough, the crying child had milk.
"Then thank you General."
The war horses that can go on the battlefield are all carefully selected treasures. At this time, war horses have not yet had the habit of being castrated, so there is no problem in being a stallion.
"There are three hundred and twenty-seven people in total. No need for fractions. Just make up the whole number, three hundred people, three hundred pieces of cloth, right? Do you want to count?"
Wei Yan felt that he had taken advantage of him, so he immediately put his arm around Feng Yong's shoulders and said generously.
"No, no, no, it's whatever the general says."
Feng Yong was already happy and thought, what do you know about a country bumpkin like you?
