Zhang Ping'an's dream was broken by a noise outside the tent, and people were always in a bad mood when woke up. Zhang Ping'an roared in annoyance: "Who is outside!"

After a while, Lu Deyin opened the tent door. The sunlight pierced into the tent door made Zhang Ping'an unable to open his eyes. Zhang Ping'an asked even more upset: "What's going on outside?"

After entering the quotation, Lu Deyin quickly walked to Zhang Ping'an and squatted down, and replied carefully: "It's a Ming escaped slave locked up here. He wanted to see his elder brother. Brother Chen Po said you were sleeping, but he didn't listen and insisted on seeing you! My brothers and I didn't let him in, so he would argue with me."

Zhang Ping'an roared: "Is Chen Pi's ears deaf? I told him on the way that the disobedient people will be killed directly! Go and kill the noisy people!" Zhang Ping'an buckles and puts on boots while giving instructions to Lu Deyin.

But Lu Deyin didn't move and muttered in a low voice. Zhang Ping'an glanced at him: "If you have farts, don't mumble, I can't hear it!"

Lu Deyin whispered weakly: "That man is an acquaintance of Brother Chen Poe, said he was the clerk of General Liu, Liu, and a scholar."

Zhang Ping'an sighed secretly: "This is really popular among scholars who break the world!"

"Who else is outside?"

"It's Chen Poe and Li Chen, the other brothers are all busy!"

"Go and call them all in!" Zhang Ping'an still wanted to give Chen a face.

He didn't have much skill. Chen Pie and Li Chen accompanied a man in his thirties into the tent. Zhang Ping'an did not speak, and carefully observed the scholar in Lu Deyin's mouth. This man was not tall, with a frosty face, and had a lively and arrogant eyes. His hands were covered with ice mouths, and he couldn't see his true rags. Although the patches on the clothes were messy, they tried to keep them regular. Zhang Ping'an glanced at Chen Pie and Li Chen, and saw his nervous expressions. He knew that this scholar must have had a good relationship with them before.

No one spoke strangely in the tent. At this moment, Zhang Ping'an saw Li Chen gently pushing the scholar's back with his hand. Then he saw the scholar bowing his hands slightly and saying proudly: "This little brother...,"

Chen Pie knew the bad thing, and indeed Zhang Ping'an waved his hand to interrupt the scholar: "Pull him out and chop him!"

Chen Pang and Li Chen immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "Boss, wait, he doesn't understand the rules, we have to hurry to tell him before we can come."

Chen Pie turned around and shouted at the scholar: "Scholar Long! Kneel down quickly, how could you scream? He is our leader!" Zhang Ping'an then realized that Chen Pie was quite wise and told the scholar to the title.

At this time, Lu Deyin was about to kneel down. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Ping'an raised his hand: "Diyin got up! It's not your business, remember! Don't kneel down in front of me in the future!"

The scholar's face was pale at this time, but he still didn't understand. When Chen Piao and Li Chen were under General Liu Jing, they had never seen anyone they were afraid of; why are they afraid of this half-aged child now? He carefully observed that Chen Piao and Li Chen were not nervous and fearful, and also had respect from the heart. Long Xiucai was not a person who studied hard, and had been educated by the Tartars in recent years, and knew that arrogance was at the cost of pride. So he kowtowed till he knew that pride was a price. So he kowtowed till he knew, "Chief, I don't understand the rules! Don't do their business! I forced them over and contributed to the Tartars killing them for nothing else!"

Zhang Ping'an pointed his hand at Chen Pie and Li Chen: "Get up first! This scholar doesn't say anything else, he speaks pretty! He works hard for me to kill the Tartars, can you use a knife to cut the Tartars? I just heard Chen Pie call you Long Xiucai, look at Chen Pie and Li Chen's face, let you talk. One thing is, don't tease me the eight-legged essay!"

Long Xiucai had a painful expression on his pale face and knelt on the ground: "Although I can't hold a knife, I can give advice to the leader!"

Zhang Ping'an immediately interrupted him: "Wait, say something useful, can you give advice? How did Liu Qi lose? You give advice? I don't need it now! Let's talk about what you can do for me! Deyin, go light incense. If a stick of incense is not said to be useful to me, what's the use of raising this waste! For the sake of Chen Pie and Li Chen, I won't kill you, and rushed to the wilderness to feed the wolf!"

Chen Pie, who stood up, kicked Long Xiucai and shouted anxiously: "Scholar Long! Tell me about your planning of food and supplies! Don't talk nonsense!"

Only then did Long Xiucai realize the seriousness of the problem, so he hurriedly said: "I am not here. Long Tao, whose courtesy name is Chengtai, is good at calculating food and grass, counting results, commuting official documents, and arranging transportation! I can't do anything else."

Zhang Ping'an said: "It's just right for you to take the test. You'll get the silver. You'll tell Long Xiucai about the seizure of the Tartar camp. Long Xiucai, record it, sort it out for me. Remember, you don't write eight-legged essays! Don't go out, there are pens and papers there, let's have dinner together!" Seeing Chen Poe and Li Chen looking at each other and swearing, Zhang Ping'an understood that Long Xiucai had real skills in this regard.

Zhang Ping'an ordered Chen Piao: "Go and find a carpenter, Long Xiucai, write the word "wood" for Chen Piao! Make such an airtight according to the body of the Tartar. Let's review the Tartars here!"

After a short while, the shelf was buried in the tent. Zhang Ping'an ordered: "Call the old brothers in, let them learn, learn! Go and get some salt. By the way, let Wu Tianxing take the person named *!"

Soon the Huang brothers and three women brought in a large basin of mutton and two baskets of bread, and Wu Tianxing and two men in black also walked in with them.

Zhang Ping'an advised a few women to leave: "Three sisters, go out, otherwise you won't be able to eat well. Give soup and noodles to the Ming people in the fence, don't give them meat! Don't leave these two brothers, you two perform well this time. Follow Li Chen first to rush into the Tartar tent. You two will eat here. By the way, learn, there are not many opportunities like this! What do you two call them?"

"Return to the head! My name is Zhang Tong!" said the man with whip marks on his face.

"Return to the head, my name is Yu Guangcai!" A slightly dull strong man raised his eyes and replied.

Zhang Ping'an waved his hand and said, "Eat!" Zhang Ping'an knew that he didn't eat it, so he grabbed a piece of mutton, started cutting it with a knife, and started eating it in big mouthfuls. So the man in the tent shook his arms and ate it hard. Even Long Xiucai tear up the mutton with his hands regardless of his politeness.

Zhang Ping'an threw the bones on the table and said to Hu Ming: "Don't stop, Zhang Li, Hu Ming can help me; Brother Hu is really a talented person. Not only does he understand Jurchen, but also Mongolian! You, including me, must learn from him! We are still the same rules. I will ask, Zhang Li takes action, Hu Ming will give everyone a message. Let's change the question and don't cut your fingers. This is too bloody."

Zhang Ping'an started asking in Mongolian dialect: "What's the name?"

Seeing that there was no response, Zhang Ping'an ordered Hu Ming: "Share a knife in his chest and sprinkle salt!" A painful cry resounded throughout the camp.

"What's the name?"

* He bit his lips tightly, his eyes turned red, and he glared at Zhang Ping'an. Zhang Ping'an began to smile and gave a thumbs up: "Okay! I like it! This is how challenging!" The old brothers who had seen Zhang Ping'an interrogate, all of them shivered when they saw Zhang Ping'an's smile like this.

Sure enough, Zhang Ping'an smiled and said, "Everyone is optimistic. Look at such a tough Tartar, how can he tell all the things he has done about stealing people!"

Zhang Ping'an picked up the knife that had just cut his flesh and walked to *, first wiped it with the knife on him, gently grabbed his scrotum, and carefully opened a three-inch-long hole; then pressed the salt on it. He heard a roar in pain, trembling all over, and incontinence. His body was tied up with ropes, and blood came out of the place where his body was tied up by painful struggle and friction.

Long Xiucai, who was recording, ran out of the tent and knelt in the snow, as if he was about to spit out his internal organs. The two new brothers realized that the rumors they heard were not rumors at all, but facts. They tried hard to suppress stomach cramps and tried desperately to show calmness in front of Zhang Ping'an; but his pale face and sweating still betrayed them. Zhang Ping'an was obviously not satisfied with the noise pollution of the * and his destruction of the tent environment. He frowned and took out his ears with his hands. However, he quickly forgave * the pollution to the environment.

So he smiled again: "This time you should tell me what your name is!"

"*!" cried out in pain.

"I can't hear it!"

"*! My name is *!"

"Li Chen saw if Long Xiucai had vomited? He brought it in after vomiting!"

Li Chen quickly walked out of the tent and quickly helped Long Xiucai in.

"How many people are there to go to the Duoyan tribe? How many Ming people are brought to you?" Zhang Ping'an asked slowly.

"There are fifty people, and they are preparing to take over more than 600 Ming escaped slaves!"

"How many people are going to exchange with you?"

"Three thousand people!"

"Are you considered the Ming people here?"

"Not count! The Ming escaped slaves here were replaced a few times; they were taken back the day after tomorrow, among the three thousand people!"

"Are there any warriors among the Mongols who obstructed the people? How many horses are there?"

"There are only seven warriors and two hundred horses!"

“Are there any camps like this around us?”

"Yes, there is one more seventy miles east, and another more fifty miles east, but none of them are as big as ours!"

"Are there any tribes on the way to the Ming Dynasty?"

"Yes! There are four hundred tribes eighty miles south, but there are not many men, and they are all transferred to the east."
Chapter completed!