Ma Feng's confidence came from the fact that his family did have connections in this area.
Where did this network come from? It had to start from Ma Feng's grandfather and Ma Teng's father, Ma Ping.
Ma Ping once served as Tianshui Lan Gan Wei, and later lost his official position.
He stayed in Longxi, married a Qiang woman as his wife, and gave birth to Ma Teng.
Ma Feng's grandmother was not an ordinary person. She was the eldest daughter of the Xianling Qiang tribe leader.
Ma Ping was alone, and he was able to survive in Liangzhou, which was poor and martial, because he relied on his family to take care of him.
However, Ma Feng's grandfather and grandmother passed away before Ma Teng reached adulthood, and they had already cut off contact with the Xianling Qiang.
If he wanted to contact the Qiang people, he naturally couldn't rely on Ma Feng, this child. He had to rely on Ma Teng.
Several days later…
"Dad, didn't you say that our ancestors were Windwalker and descendants of General Fubo Ma Yuan?”
"Yeah, why?"
"Then why don't we go back to our hometown?”
Ma Teng sighed heavily, his expression somewhat sorrowful.
"Do you think I don't want to go back? However, since your grandfather, our branch has been expelled from the Ma family and not recognized by the family.”
"Why?"
"Because your grandmother was a Qiang, the family felt that your grandfather was an insult to the family, so they were expelled from the family.”
" I was born in Longxi," Ma Teng continued." I didn't think much of it. The pitiful one was your grandfather. Until the day he died, he still thought about his clan and wanted to return to his roots.”
"Then let's go back and take a look." Ma Feng said casually.
Ma Teng smiled bitterly." You make it sound so simple, kid. Why don't you take a look at what you're doing now? Our family is destitute. It's impossible for the family to recognize us.”
"Then what if you become very rich, very rich, and become a wealthy family?”
"This…is possible, but your father doesn't have much ability. Where can he get money? Kid, you can't be thinking of making me do that robbery business, right?”
Ma Feng explained his plan in detail.
Ma Teng was a little hesitant after hearing that." What you said is good, but we haven't contacted the Xianling Qiang for many years. Will it work?”
"How will we know if we don't try?"
"Alright, then I'll arrange for a few brothers to go to the Xianling Qiang to take a look.”
Ma Feng rolled his eyes and said,"Dad, can you take me with you? I haven't seen the Qiang tribe yet.”
Ma Teng pondered for a moment and agreed.
"Alright, you brat, stop talking nonsense here. Go to your second uncle's place and study hard. In the future, you can also become a high-ranking official and be filial to your father.”
"Dad, you should read more books, like the art of war. You should read more. It might be useful in the future.”Ma Feng said.
"Get lost, you're lecturing me?”
……
After Ma Feng left, he shook his head. This deadbeat father really didn't like to study.
At the end of the Han Dynasty, most of the warlords were aristocrats, with two generations of officials.
There were only three exceptions.
Ma Teng was one of them.
Sun Jian was one of them.
Liu Bei was one of them.
Even though Liu Bei was a Wanderer, he had learned many things from Lu Zhi and had some foundation.
Ma Teng was the most similar to Sun Jian.
They were purely fierce generals, but to put it bluntly, they did not have any cultural heritage. Because they did not read much, they did not have a big picture. This indirectly led to the two of them having a bad ending.
Perhaps no one knew about Ma Feng's second uncle, Ma Yi.
However, he had a very famous son, the famous Ma Dai.
The two brothers, Ma Teng and Ma Yi, were simply polar opposites.
Ma Teng was a martial artist, and he had a headache when he saw the bamboo slips.
On the other hand, Ma Yi loved books like his life, like an old scholar.
He had to thank Ma Feng's grandfather. After all, he was an official and had left behind more than 30 bamboo slips.
In this era, ordinary people could not even write, let alone bamboo slips.
……
Three days later, Ma Teng gathered more than forty brothers and headed to Xianling Qiang together.
Ma Teng wanted to find more people so that he could have more confidence.
However, there were only a few of his brothers who had horses at home.
The journey was far, and he couldn't just walk there.
Ma Feng and Ma Teng shared a horse. It was not that Ma Feng did not know how to ride, but it was purely because Ma Feng only had one horse at home.
This was also the only valuable thing in Ma Feng's house. Ma Teng usually wanted to worship it like an ancestor.
Longxi alone had four Qiang tribes.
Xianling Qiang, Baishi Qiang, Burning Dang Qiang, Gongtang Qiang.
These four tribes were scattered around Tao River, each with their own territory.
There were countless small tribes.
In Longxi alone, there were about three hundred thousand Qiang people.
As for the Han recorded in the records? However, there were only 100,000 people.
Ma Teng had not been to the Xianling Qiang tribe for many years. He could only follow his memory and slowly search along the Tao River.
After searching for two days, he finally found it.
The living environment of the Qiang was not much different from that of the Han.
They lived halfway up the mountain, and all of them were stone houses.
The Qiang people were semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural.
It was also Chinese. In the past few hundred years, it had almost been assimilated by the Han people.
The Qiang people in the village looked at Ma Teng and the others with fear.
After all, they were dozens of strong men riding horses and carrying knives. No one could see through them.
Ma Feng and the others dismounted outside the village.
A dozen Qiang people also came forward with knives at their waists.
"Everyone, don't be nervous. We're here to find someone, not to cause trouble.”Ma Teng hurriedly explained, afraid that these Qiang people would treat them as bandits again.
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for your clan leader, Lei Bin.”
The Qiang leader frowned and said,"The person you are looking for is our former clan leader. He passed away a few years ago.”
"What? Then who is the current patriarch?"
"Lei Bo."
"What? Please inform me that my cousin Ma Teng is here to visit. He knows me.”
The leader of the Qiang men saw that Ma Teng really did not look like he was going to cause trouble. After saying something to the people around him, he walked into the stronghold.
Ma Teng took this opportunity to tell Ma Feng.
Lei Bin was Ma Teng's uncle. He was the clan leader at that time, but that was more than ten years ago.
Lei Bo was Lei Bin's son and was of the same generation as Ma Teng.
Ray Bobby was a few years older than Marten, so he had to call him brother.
After a while, another group of more than ten people walked out of the stronghold.
The leader of the brawny men saw Ma Teng at first glance and walked up to him with two steps at a time. He laughed and said,"Shoucheng, it really is you. It's been more than ten years, but you really haven't changed at all.”
Ma Teng also went up to him warmly and patted Lei Bo's shoulder, feeling very happy.
"Let's go, let's go. Come to the stockade.”Lei Bo called out to everyone.
"Oh right, brother, this is my son, Ma Feng.”Ma Teng introduced to Lei Bo.
Ma Feng hurriedly bowed." Hello, Uncle."”
"Good, good, just nice. My son is about the same age as you. I'll introduce you to him later.”
After they entered the village, Lei Bo prepared a welcoming banquet for Ma Teng and the others.
After Ma Teng and his brothers settled down, Ma Teng led Ma Feng and Lei Bo to eat and chat in the main hall.
As the clan leader, Lei Bo was naturally not an ordinary person. He could tell at a glance that Ma Teng had come for something.
"Shoucheng, you don't need to be so polite. If you have anything to say, just say it. I can't help you with a big favor, but a small favor is not a problem.”
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