Traveling through ancient times, I led my family to prosperity

Wu Meng went downstairs.

Hu Yidao was tired and was resting in the carriage, while Xiaolan was sitting on a stool, looking around.

"Boss, how much are you selling these fabrics for?" A thunderous voice suddenly sounded behind Xiao Lan.

Hu Yidao immediately jumped out of the car and answered energetically, "What kind of fabric do you want? We have brocade and satin, with different patterns and colors." As he spoke, Hu Yidao picked up the fabric and showed it to Wu Meng.

Wu Meng lost interest after just one look. He was really desensitized to these brocades and silks. He was a real grassland man, and his favorite outfit was the dress of the Hu people on the grassland. This time he followed the second son to Quanshui County, and he was wearing Han clothes, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Give me one piece of each. How much does it cost in total?" Xiao Lan came back to her senses when she heard this. In fact, when this person first spoke, she felt that he was extraordinary. After all, there were few people in the Great Qi Dynasty who were so tall and strong, so when he first came to her stall to ask about the price of the cloth, she was interested.

Hu Yidao was calculating the price of the cloth for Wu Meng, but Xiao Lan had already figured it out in her head, "Eight pieces of cloth in total, a total of sixty-five taels of silver."

"Wrap it up for me quickly." Wu Meng said.

Although Wu Meng's tone was not good, it was not too bad. After all, Xiao Lan was accompanied by Hu Yidao, and Wu Meng was also a person who treated people differently. Seeing that Hu Yidao looked strong and should be a martial artist, he did not dare to be too arrogant.

Xiao Lan smiled as she used the rope to tie up the fabric, "Please wait a moment, I'll tie it tight for you so it'll be easier for you to take it."

Then he handed the cloth respectfully to Wu Meng. After Wu Meng took it, he weighed it for a while, then took out some silver and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan watched Wu Meng go upstairs. During this time, she felt a gaze following her from upstairs, and she did not dare to look up. After all, in this unfamiliar Quanshui County, which was so close to Dajin, it would be too unfair if she looked up out of curiosity and got into trouble.

Xiao Lan deliberately showed weakness, wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead, and then said to Hu Yidao, "Uncle Hu, that man just now was so scary."

Hu Yidao knew Xiaolan's personality. If she was really frightened by such a person, he would suspect that she was replaced. After all, this child had killed several Hu people before, and he had never seen her afraid.

Because of Xiao Lan's words, Hu Yidao had an idea about his aunt and was afraid that this person's identity was not simple.

Xiao Lan lowered her eyes and pondered for a while. The knife on the man's waist was the style of a Hu soldier's knife, and the scabbard was still the pattern of the Huer tribe of the Great Jin Dynasty. When the man took the cloth, Xiao Lan deliberately touched his hand accidentally. The calluses on the man's hand were clearly caused by holding the knife frequently. And although the man spoke Chinese very well, he had a Hu accent, which also aroused Xiao Lan's vigilance.

It was not surprising to see the Hu people in Quanshui County. After all, Quanshui County was a battleground for military strategists and had changed hands several times. This place had been occupied by the Hu people before. Now Quanshui County belonged to the Daqi Dynasty, and the Jin Dynasty withdrew. However, not all the Hu people left. Some of them married Han women or had children and stayed here. Of course, some did not want to move and also lived here. The Daqi Dynasty was very tolerant and did not drive these people away.

These ordinary people of the Hu people would not pretend to be Han people on a daily basis. After all, the climate here is similar to that of the Great Jin, and Daqi does not treat them differently, so there is no need for them to disguise themselves.

Because of this, the person who bought the cloth just now was very suspicious. Xiao Lan was alert at the time and observed him carefully without leaving any trace. The man's clothes were not ordinary, and there were thick calluses on his hands, which were clearly caused by frequent use of knives. This was enough to arouse Xiao Lan's vigilance.

Huerhan flipped through the cloth bought by Wumeng. "We have fought with Daqi for so many years, with both sides winning and losing. We have occupied their towns and ruled the local Han people before, but we have not learned their farming and weaving. We still have to buy a lot of food and cloth from Daqi every year. Our Khan also doesn't listen to advice, and the leaders of various tribes are short-sighted. They only know how to burn, kill and loot, but don't know how to let our Hu people learn the farming techniques of the Han people. Our land is fertile, but it can only be used for grazing. If our food is not controlled by Daqi, the unification of the Central Plains is just around the corner."

"Now I have suggested to the Khan that our tribe should learn farming and weaving from the Han people, but he is quite disdainful and does not adopt my plan..."

Hurhan threw the cloth aside and was not in a good mood.

Wu Meng lowered his head and remained silent.

Huerhan sighed and walked to the window to look out. He found that there were two more adult men at the stall where he had just bought cloth. Both of them were wearing brocade clothes and were followed by guards. Huershan wanted to look away, but when he saw them talking happily with the girl selling cloth, he couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

"Who are those two people? Why do they look so familiar?" Huerhan pointed at He Mingyu and Shen Ada and asked Wu Meng.

Wu Meng was in charge of intelligence work for the Great Qi Dynasty. He walked to the window, glanced downstairs, and recognized the two people. "Second Young Master, one of them is Shen Liu's counselor, and the other is his bodyguard."

"Shen Liu? Is he the General Shen who defeated us?" Huerhan said with a frown.

He had heard of Shen Liu's name in Dajin a long time ago. He was the youngest general of Daqi Dynasty. He was only 20 years old this year, but he was in a high position and served as the general of Liaodong Prefecture. He had long wanted to meet him. Not only because of his identity, but also because of his outstanding ability to lead troops. After all, the reason why Dajin was defeated so quickly this time was all thanks to him. In fact, he did not have much hatred for him in his heart, but rather some mutual respect. However, one of them was a high-ranking official of the court of Daqi Dynasty, and the other was the second prince of Dajin. They were like two parallel lines, and there would be no intersection.