The old patriarch told Yan Qisheng,

"But... I also want to ask you to keep this secret for our Kalan tribe!"

Yan Qisheng nodded,

"I just want to get the gems, and I will never say much about the rest!"

The old patriarch looked at him deeply.

"Can you swear to the gods?"

Yan Qisheng shook his head and said,

"I do not believe in your gods. I swear in your gods, and the gods cannot restrain me. I swear in my own name that my people and I will never reveal the secrets of the Kalan tribe to anyone..."

When Tuohu'er heard this, he looked angry, but the old patriarch laughed silently again.

"I believe in you, the noble man from the Southern Dynasty!"

"Father!"

The old patriarch turned around and said to his son,

"My Touhuer, our warriors have lost a lot in the last battle, and this noble man from the Southern Dynasty has five hundred light armored soldiers... so there is no need for him to swear to us!"

As soon as this said, Yan Qisheng laughed and reached out to the old patriarch.

"Old patriarch, your wisdom is comparable to your gods!"

The old patriarch grinned and reached out to shake him.

"Your eyes and eyebrows tell me that you must be a noble noble in the Southern Dynasties, and your promise is worthy of trust!"

Mu Hongluan lowered her head behind Yan Qisheng, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but look up at the patriarch of this small clan. As expected, she was a mature man. Even if such an old man never walked out of the grassland in his entire life, it would not prevent him from having eyes that could see through the world.

Yan Qisheng smiled and said,

"That's true. I asked the old tribe to give us things and people, and we will leave immediately!"

The old patriarch nodded and said,

"The Persian name is Mohan. He was originally the Prince of the Persian Emperor. Later, he fled here during the war. I can hand him over to you, but I don't know if he is willing to build weapons for you!"

Yan Qisheng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile,

"Don't worry, the old patriarch, if he doesn't want it, I will let him do it!"

The old patriarch asked Tuohuer to go out and call Mohan in. Mohan was a young man. He came in and saluted the old patriarch without saying a word. The old patriarch pointed at Yan Qisheng and said,

"Mohan, I can't keep you here anymore. You can follow this noble man!"

Mohan looked at Yan Qisheng silently and lowered his head. The old patriarch sighed,

"It is not a good thing for people like you to stay in the clan. Only by following this noble man, he has enough strength to protect you. He can take you to the most prosperous place in the world. Didn't you escape here because of this?"

Mohan looked at Yan Qisheng and others again, and finally asked in a strange and strange Khitan language.

“I need to pay gold for hiring!”

Yan Qisheng laughed, someone threw a piece of gold at Mohan's feet behind him. Mohan took it and weighed it in his hand and went out without saying a word.

The old patriarch nodded,

"He is willing to follow you!"

Paused and said,

"Twenty car gems cannot be traded among the clan. Tomorrow you will take your people eastward for fifty miles and then fifty miles southward. There is a valley there, where you want something you want!"

Yan Qisheng saluted him after hearing this.

“Your wisdom will win your tribe a loyal trading partner!”

The old patriarch nodded and asked Tuohuer to take them out.

Yan Qisheng's five hundred light armored soldiers set up tents outside the camp of the Galan tribe. When the sun sets, he and Mu Hongluan sit on the hill not far away, watching the smoke curling on Galan's camp.

Mu Hongluan saw a man with one hand riding on the horse, driving cattle and sheep into the pen. He sat on the horse and his body was crooked, as if he had just lost his arm, and his body could not adapt to it.

I couldn't help but sigh,

"I have been through Liao territory in the past. I have been passing along the way and saw the people here living in a difficult situation. I really don't know why this year-long battle is for!"

It is more difficult for the people to prosper and destroy the people to lose. What is the point of fighting like this, except for more and more people who die?

Yan Qisheng just sneered when he heard this and said in his heart,

"No matter how strong you are, you are still a woman, and your heart is still a little softer!"

He reached out and hugged her,

"It is precisely because of the hardship of the people that we have to fight. Look at this grassland, although it looks vast, it cannot afford such a huge nation. The nomadic people are not good at farming, and do not know how to draw gifts from the earth. They do not know how to accumulate and benefit their descendants through hard work and sweat..."

As he spoke, he stroked his hand in the distance.

"You see, the Galan tribe has only more than 800 people, and it occupies such a large pasture, but it is only a small part of them. This place is already very barren in their mouths. If there is another tribe of tens of thousands of people, how big territory is it? Think about it again if this place is marked within the pass, how many farmers can survive and how much grain can they produce in a year or two?"

Paused and said,

"Nomadic peoples are destined to be unable to be strong. Although they can prosper for a while, they will eventually be burdened by land and population. They cannot last forever like the Central Plains dynasty..."

Mu Hongluan thought about it and responded,

"What if they were farming the fields like us?"

Yan Qisheng smiled and said,

"If this is the case, they will be the same as us. How could they plunder everywhere? It is precisely because they wander around and tirelessly want to expand the pastures, that since ancient times, the Central Plains dynasties must fight with each other with force to ensure the safety of the people. Such confrontation will take a hundred years to end until one of the parties in office dies!"

Mu Hongluan sighed after hearing this,

"No matter how you fight, it's always pitiful to the people!"

Yan Qisheng looked into the distance with a faint look.

"If you want to end this situation, unless..."

Unless someone can unify the world, sweep the world, and place this vast land into a country, let those unruly Khitans enter the warehouse and put their horses into the south mountain, so that they can calm down and ask for the land with sweat, rather than forcefully and plunder others' lives and food.

But he couldn't tell Changzhen this at this time. Now there is a Yan Zhan in the Daning official and a Yan Shoujing in the future. If he wants to unify the world and must ascend to the great treasure, how can the two people blocking the road stay?

First, if your blood relatives take action rashly, they will inevitably attract people from all over the world to curse. Second, will Chang really let me kill Yan Shoujing?

Yan Qisheng's words can only be kept in his heart and cannot be said to Mu Hongluan.

This room relaxed, and put his hands on Mu Hongluan's very elastic thighs. Looking at the shining stars above his head, Mu Hongluan gently rubbed his temples with his hands. He heard the night wind whispering, and the horse neighing in the distance faintly came, making the night very peaceful and beautiful.

Mu Hongluan said softly,

"This grassland also has the beauty of the grassland. If you weren't in a foreign country, you would have wanted to live here for a long time!"

Yan Qisheng couldn't help but hear this and said,

"What will I do to build this country for Changzhen from now on?"

Mu Hongluan was stunned,

"You are the descendants of Yan's family, how can you get on the battlefield!"

Even if he escaped into Liao territory like this, if someone knew about it, he would not be able to resist the sign of Duke Pu's Mansion!

Yan Qisheng muttered softly,

"I can't say there will be a way in the future!"

Mu Hongluan knew that he had great ambitions, so he could only hate him being bound by his identity as a dragon son and grandson, and could not express his revenge. He immediately smiled and nodded,

"If there is a way in the future, Changqing will hand over this pasture to me!"

Yan Qisheng nodded and responded slowly,

"I feel relieved, I will always fulfill this!"

But then I knew that one word came true. Many years later, Mu Hongluan really had this pasture, and sometimes he came here to build a yurt. Under the stars, the two of them spoke with each other, remembering what Yan Qisheng said back then, and said,

"I finally live up to what Changzhen hopes after trying my best, so that you can get what you want!"

Mu Hongluan burst into tears silently when she heard this, stretched out her hand to touch the scars on his chest.

"I have such a husband, and I have no more requests!"

Yan Qisheng smiled and said,

"How come you have to ask for nothing? You will always ask for a long life and live and die together with me!"

...

The two hugged each other and spent the whole night on the hill. When it was dawn, Mu Hongluan woke up from Yan Qisheng's arms. She felt that the back of her waist was a little painful. She knew what it was, so she moved forward. Yan Qisheng was awakened by her and hurriedly followed him. At this time, he knew what was going on.

He whispered in her ear,

"Changzhen, how about we fulfill our family when we return to Lin'an?"

Mu Hongluan calculated and responded.
To be continued...