"Brother, what are those people chanting?"

Xiao Ji asked while eating, pointing to a family not far away.

The people of this family gathered together in a daze, led by the leader, knelt and worshiped, and then recited a few scriptures before they started eating.

Zhou Qinchuan shook his head, "Yourong, do you know what they are lying about?"

He knew that Su Yourong could be called a rich student and had a better understanding of the Ming Dynasty than himself.

"I can't hear it very clearly." Su Yourong shook her head, "but looking at their kneeling posture and their gesture of holding rituals, it looks like the Shumen lineage."

Zhou Qinchuan did not argue with him. He knew very little about the sects. The rituals of these people before meals were neither Chinese nor Western, nor Western, nor foreign, and they really couldn't see any clues.

At this night after leaving the Hala River, Zhou Qinchuan and Su Yourong changed their previous behavior of being addicted to the beautiful scenery outside the border and began to pay close attention to the situation of the caravan.

This caravan is very strange. To be precise, except for the large caravan that is called "big", the rest of the caravan is not in line with the name.

The real business people are like Zhou Qinchuan and others, ranging from three to five people to more than ten people. They either wanted to go east or west, but were all deceived here.

All of these small businesses have combined, with about 400 people, which is less than half of the entire team.

At noon, there were about 300 elite Mongolian soldiers who turned into escorts, all of whom were one and two horses. They seemed to be a group of their own and did not communicate much with others. They seemed to be purely to maintain the order of the entire team, and they were not allowed to leave the brigade without authorization, and to act as a deterrent effect.

There were nearly 600 other people, almost all of them were farmers and women with family members. This, whether they were wearing or wearing clothes or calluses on their hands, can be proved.

Those fanatical believers who worship before the meal are a few of the farmers.

There are also some people, the caravan guys, including the one who calls himself the shopkeeper, who can be counted as one.

These people are smart and mainly restrain the farmers. Of course, it is their responsibility to communicate with small businesses and guards.

If you want to tell what was revealed in such a strange so-called caravan, Zhou Qinchuan and Su Yourong were seeing the clues, that is, these farmers and merchants had completely different expressions.

Merchants are forced to come, mostly like they dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

The farmers all looked uncontrollable with joy. Even the massacre in the afternoon only made them panic for a while, and then, under the comfort of the guys, they completely threw away the blood by the Hala River.

Farmer, businessman, elite soldiers, and buddies, where is such a strange combination going, and what is the dominant force behind it?

Due to the limited knowledge, it is really hard to guess. Zhou Qinchuan and the other two could only follow the crowd and continue to travel west with the other people.

Along the way, the caravan was not unaware of the target, but unfortunately, the enemy often retreated after negotiating with the guards.

Zhou Qinchuan was disappointed. He originally thought that if he met a horse bandit or some bad intentions came to rob, he might be able to get millet from the fire and escape in the chaos.

After all, no matter how powerful this team of guards is, there are only 300 people. If there are more enemies invading, it is not impossible to compete.

What a pity, why are these people so cowardly? They are so brave enough to be a bandit, so they can go home and shed sheep.

It seems that the power behind it is extremely powerful, so it scares away the horse bandits just by reputation.

Zhou Qinchuan didn't understand the Mongolian language that both parties involved said, so he had no way to know who was hijacking them.

However, as he went westward, he became more and more uneasy and had some guesses in his heart.

Half a month later, following the setting sun, the group of people arrived at the foot of two small hills connected together, and a large area of ​​yurts rolled and rolled not far away.

As soon as he arrived, the man who claimed to be a shopkeeper and a large number of friends shouted at the farmers to head towards the pass between the two mountains.

"Brother, Sister Yourong, look at it."

Xiao Ji stood between the two of them and showed the direction with his hands.

But at the pass, there was a man wearing a monk's robe and a flat head waiting for him, looking inappropriate.

Behind him was a little girl with snow-white body. Both of them stood with one hand and were muttering words, probably chanting scriptures.

Some of the farmers were excited when they saw him, and they knelt first and then bowed, and they looked like they wanted to bend.

If it weren't for someone's protection, this strange-looking monk would have been flooded by the crowd. These people should have been those who worshipped before the meal, and it seemed that they were fanatical believers of this monk.

There are also farmers who do not believe in it, but when they see this person, they nodded and bowed, or worshiped each other for a few weeks. In short, there are various postures.

Being far away, he couldn't see the expression of the monk clearly, so he stood at the pass with the little girl behind him, but when someone saw the gift, he would definitely return the gift.

This kind of behavior seems relaxed, but when there are too many people, they are very tired. One big and one small, they do not slacken at all. They stand on one hand and bow their hands, all of which are meticulous.

When the Mongolian people, sects, monks, farmers, believers, and Zhou Qinchuan contacted each other, they always felt that it was not simple, but they still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just as we were thinking hard, a friend who had arranged the farmers' places to come over and asked the merchants to camp on the spot, saying that the destination was here.

"You can settle here, and there is water and firewood at the foot of the mountain, so you can use it yourself.

From tomorrow, someone will come to trade with you, bargain, and fair trade. You can make decisions without worrying about it.”

The voices of the caravan shopkeepers and the guys appeared and disappeared as the horses were neighing.

"Brother," Zhou Qinchuan grabbed a friend passing by him, "Can you ask, where is this?"

"You ask about the place name? Well, we Han people have not named this place yet, but the Mongolians call it "Yibatu."

I also lost my baldness? Where? I haven't heard of it!

Su Yourong, who was standing by, handed over a handful of copper coins without any trace, "Thank you, brother, for telling the truth, I don't know what are the taboos to trade here?"

"Tao? There is no taboo. Just do whatever you do in the past and do it here. As you are currently, don't run around, especially if you are a fool, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

"Thank you, brother." Zhou Qinchuan and Su Yourong bowed to thank him.

"By the way, if there is fine iron and iron pots and iron tools, don't sell them. You can't sell them now."
Chapter completed!