The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Yue Country, Cuilin Road.

A caravan of hundreds of people is slowly moving.

There are more than ten carriages in the team, all of which are made of lobular red sandalwood. They are exquisitely crafted and have exquisite textures. Although they are not rare, they are enough to show the wealth of the owner of the team.

Looking at some of the carriages, the axles sank slightly, the wheels sunk extremely deep, and there was very little shaking during the movement, and they looked like they were full of goods.

If there is a keen-eyed, skilled robber or horse bandit here, you can definitely see that this train fleet is a genuine caravan. As for the carriages in the middle, they must be heavy and valuable.

For merchants, force is the priority, and this caravan is no exception.

On the left and right sides of the carriage, there were dozens of men in strong outfits on horseback, all with long swords on their waists, and their faces were solemn.

"Tread, step, step!"

Among the guards, a tiger-eyed and armor-clad man suddenly stopped to sit down on the steed, and then rode the horse to a carriage in the middle of the convoy. He bent down and said respectfully, "Master, there is Huli ahead. The mountain is over, and after Hulishan, at our current speed, we can reach the capital in about half a month."

"Cough cough cough......"

There was a coughing sound from the carriage, and it lasted for more than ten breaths before a thin palm opened the curtain, revealing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy inside.

The young man had a thin face and a sickly look. When he looked outward, he could not help coughing with his hand covering his mouth, as if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs.

"The roads in the mountains are difficult for the tiger to move. Even if there are horses to travel, it can't be turned over in one night."

The young man looked up at the sky and saw that the setting sun was approaching and the night was approaching, so he turned his head and said, "I order people to camp, and rest all night by this green forest road tonight."

"Yes!"

The tiger-eyed and beard-bearded guard bowed his head and responded, and immediately rode his horse forward, shouting loudly.

The guards on both sides of the convoy were well-trained. After listening to the order of the young man, he immediately turned his horse's head and left the road of Cuilin Road. Instead, he walked towards the depths of the green bamboo forest on the side.

These guards seemed extremely experienced, and some people immediately got off their horses and cut down the green bamboos along the way, revealing an empty camping site. At the same time, some people went nearby to collect clean water and hunt animals, and some people lit fires and set up camps nearby.

A young guy in the **** came to the carriages behind the convoy by himself, handing out dry food and clean water one by one. From time to time, he also joked with the people sitting in the carriage. The general idea was that the road ahead was difficult. Tonight As a last resort, camp at the foot of the mountain for one night.

When the guards were properly set up, it was night before the sallow-skinned young man got out of the carriage and, accompanied by a few guards, came to the largest camp.

Strangely speaking, Bailu had just passed at this time and had not yet the autumnal equinox. Although there was some coolness in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it never reached the level of ice and snow.

But the young man in front of him was wearing a thick mink fur coat, his lips were chapped, and he looked like he had been frosted.

"Master, the camp has been properly placed." The guard with a beard with eyes and beards bowed and stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the camp for him.

The yellow-faced boy glanced away, and saw that a charcoal fire was burning in the camp, and there was a bowl of **** soup on the wooden table next to it, which was steaming, apparently just out of the oven.

"It's hard Xue to protect."

The yellow-faced boy nodded slightly, and got into the camp when he got short.

At this time, several guards had moved in the books he had brought with him, and several people had guarded outside the camp like an iron tower. Obviously, they were still there tonight.

As soon as the yellow-faced boy settled down in the camp, dozens of people came out in the back of the convoy.

Most of these people were dressed as wealthy businessmen. Although there were some scribes in Confucian robes, most of them were followed by small servants, and there was no shortage of accompanying expenses. Obviously, they were from a wealthy family.

They didn't enter their camp immediately, instead they gathered around a bonfire and chatted with each other.

"Lao Li, our freight is not weak this time, and we actually rely on the largest caravan in Hengshui City. On this journey, although we occasionally encounter some unopened thieves, they are all given by the caravan's escorts. Dismissed easily."

As soon as the voice of a thin middle-aged man fell, someone next to him said: "Yes, the business of Nanping City Jinding Chamber of Commerce is spread throughout the whole country. Only with the background of Jinding Chamber of Commerce, can we cultivate so many martial arts masters. Guard. We only paid a guard fee of thirty taels when we went together this time. It's worth whatever we think."

The person who was speaking was a pudgy middle-aged man. At this moment, he was looking at the guard standing guard outside the tent of the Huanglian Youth Camp with a hint of doubt on his face.

"I just don’t know what the identity of this yellow-faced boy is. When he first started on the road, he thought he was a merchant like us, but in the middle of the journey, the attitude of these guards changed drastically. They not only respected him, but also loved us. I ignored it."

A middle-aged scribe wearing a white Confucian robe laughed and said, "Old Zhao~www.ltnovel.com~ You still don’t care about this matter. Since ancient times, the official business is a family, and the business of the Jinding Chamber of Commerce is booming. Wouldn't there be anyone in officialdom taking care of you? You are free to inquire about the origins of others, but you have violated the taboos of officialdom and business!"

"Hey, yes, yes, yes! It's Lao Zhao that I talk a lot!"

The short and fat middle-aged man changed his expression slightly and hurriedly arched his hands and said, "Thank you brother Chen for the inconvenience to drink. Zhao, I will use tea instead of wine, and I will serve Brother Chen first! When I enter the capital, I will be in the full moon. Don't be the case, Brother Chen must come and show his face!"

The scholar surnamed Chen chuckled, clasped his fists and gave a gift, saying, "It must be!"

These people are old oily people who have worked hard for decades in the shopping malls, and they know how to win people's hearts and make friends. The scholar surnamed Chen just said casually, Zhao Yuanwai took advantage of the trend, and the two of you came and went, and the relationship could not help but get closer.

As everyone talked and laughed, the sky was getting dark, and suddenly there was a gray homing pigeon coming from the east, just a few hovering, and flying into the camp where the young man was.

In the camp at this time, in addition to the yellow-faced boy, three people were sitting.

The one in the middle was with white hair and drooping eyes. He was an elderly man who had passed his sixties.

The man on the left is handsome, nearly 30 years old, wearing a turban on his head and swaying a feather fan. He looks like a national scholar.

The man on the right is a young man in his early twenties, with arrogant eyes in his eyes, but in front of the yellow-faced young man, he seems to be respectful and afraid to overstep.

As soon as the carrier pigeon flew into the account, it was caught by the young man with a strong outfit. He untied the paper strip tied to it, poured out a bottle of white powder and sprinkled it on the paper strip, carefully inspected it. Later, he respectfully said:

"Master, it is indeed the Chamber of Commerce to pass the book!"