Yang Shouwen quickly sat up and looked at the sound, but saw a Hu Ji cleaning the couch at the door of the tent. Yang Shouwen knew that Hu Ji, who was the Hu Ji named Luzhu who brought him and Yang Chenglie to the tent yesterday.
He quickly turned his head to look, but found that the bed on the other side was empty and Yang Chenglie was no longer visible.
"The great official went out early in the morning. Before leaving, he ordered the slave to tell the little official that he would not have to wait for him, just go around."
The high-ranking official is Yang Chenglie.
Yang Shouwen rubbed his face, sat on the bed and recovered his mood, and then stood up.
"The washing utensils are outside and are ready." Luzhu's barefoot couch was on the bed and began to tidy up Yang Chenglie's bed, saying, "The great official has asked someone to prepare breakfast, and the little official has come to the hall and just give it to me."
"Thank you!"
This Luzhu's official words are also good, much better than Hu Ji last night.
Yang Shouwen walked out of the tent and asked while rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth: "Listen to my sister's accent... Bah, it seems that he has been to Zhongyuan? Bah!"
The toothbrush is as difficult as the usual toothbrush, and it keeps shedding hair.
Luzhu smiled and said, "I have lived in Chang'an for some time, so I guess the little officials used this to speculate?"
"Haha, I just feel that this bitter and cold place cannot produce a person like my sister."
"The little official is really good at talking."
Luzhu couldn't help but chuckled, and the laughter was very pleasant.
Since entering the Tang Dynasty, 100,000 Hu Ji have entered Chang'an. In the eyes of those Hu people, Chang'an is as attractive as those of later generations, as they were abroad. A large number of Hu Ji have left their hometowns and went to Chang'an to make a living. When they are old and declining, they leave their hometowns, return to their hometowns, or marry far away, and come to live in this bitter and cold place outside the border.
Green beads are probably one of them.
Yang Shouwen chatted with her for a while, then carried his gun to the big tent.
At this time, many people had gathered in the tent. Seeing that Yang Shouwen could not find a seat, he simply asked someone to cut the prepared giant Hu cake and wrap it up. He carried the big gun behind him, held the oil paper bag in one hand, and walked out of the tent while eating.
Outside, there is plenty of sunshine.
The market is crowded and bustling.
In the distance, you can see herds of cattle and sheep walking leisurely on the grassland, and the shepherds riding horses and singing. The singing is long and makes people feel even more cheerful.
Yang Shouwen walked around the market for a while, but found nothing interesting.
So he squatted on the street, watching the pedestrians coming and going, and leisurely eating pancakes.
At this moment, a serene voice came from behind.
He turned his head and saw a dog not far away. The dog was one meter long, but looked skinny. The most interesting thing was that there was a bag hanging around the dog's neck, and there were four puppies in the bag, slidding the edge of the bag, revealing their little heads, looking at Yang Shouwen curiously. The big dog squatted not far from Yang Shouwen, stretching out his tongue and licking his mouth from time to time, staring at the cake in Yang Shouwen's hand, quite expectant.
Are stray dogs with puppies?
Yang Shouwen could recognize that the dog seemed to be a Turkic dog.
In later generations, this breed of dog was called Mongolian Mastiff, a type of mastiff that lives on the grassland. It is said that the Tibetan Mastiff in later generations evolved from this mastiff. However, in this era, Mongolia had not yet appeared, so it was called Turkic Mastiff.
The Mongolian Mastiff is a very quiet creature, and at the same time it has a very keen observation ability, quick action, brave and good at fighting, and was used by grassland herders to come to protect the house. However, the mastiff in front of him seemed to have no owner, but a stray dog.
Yang Shouwen liked dogs very much in his previous life.
He once had a Labrador, and when he was paralyzed, he never left him, just like a member of his family.
Unfortunately, the Labrador died later, and Yang Shouwen was sad for a long time.
Now that she saw this Mongolian mastiff, Yang Shouwen suddenly felt an inexplicable love in her heart for some reason.
He took out a piece of cake from the oil-paper bag and reached out to hand it to the Mongolian mastiff.
The Mongolian mastiff quickly took two steps back, and his eyes showed even more vigilance.
"Don't be afraid, I have no malice, come and eat."
Yang Shouwen smiled and took a step forward, still squatting.
The Mongolian mastiff was very hungry, and Yang Shouwen could clearly see that it drooled from its mouth and fell to the ground. However, it was very vigilant and seemed to maintain a strong sense of caution. It took two steps forward, then stopped and squatted on the ground.
Yang Shouwen thought about it, put the pancake on the ground, got up and took a few steps back.
"Don't anyone want this dog?"
He pretended to be careless and asked a Hu merchant on the stall next to him.
Hu Shang glanced at the Mongolian Mastiff, "Are you talking about Mauihan? It's a good dog... Her former owner was Hu Taga, a very powerful guy. However, Hu Taga's business collapsed last year, and now he can only make a living by working with handymen for others. Mauihan first followed him, but the guy didn't cherish it and drove it out of the house.
Mauihan just gave birth to a litter of puppies and was very alert."
Mauihan means "ugly girl" in Turkic words.
While Yang Shouwen was chatting with Hu Shang, Mauihan rushed over and swallowed the pancake in one bite.
“Is no one going to adopt it?”
"Why didn't it not? But it didn't want to leave its children and keep them with them all day long.
This kind of dog has a lot of food. It’s okay for people to raise one, but if they have four more, they can’t afford it…unless they are rich.”
After hearing this, Yang Shouwen's eyes fell on Mauihan again.
The ugly girl did not retreat this time, squatting in the original place, quietly watching Yang Shouwen.
Yang Shouwen squatted down and took out another piece of cake.
The ugly girl tried to take a step forward, looked at Yang Shouwen, and opened her mouth and bit the pancake in her mouth.
Its movements were as fast as lightning, but it did not hurt Yang Shouwen at all.
"What a great ugly girl."
Yang Shouwen said, opening the oil paper bag and holding it with both hands.
"Do you want to adopt it?"
Hu Shang smiled and said, "Then you have to be prepared. When those four little guys grow up, it will cost a lot of money."
Money?
Yang Shouwen smiled!
When the business he has promoted, he can afford to raise even forty dogs, not to mention four dogs.
The ugly girl came over and ate the cakes voraciously. Yang Shouwen reached out and touched its head, but it did not resist.
"Ugly girl, come with me?"
After the ugly girl finished eating the pancake, Yang Shouwen stood up and asked softly.
However, unexpectedly, the ugly girl ignored him and just turned around him twice, then rubbed his head against his legs, and then turned around and left.
What does it mean?
Yang Shouwen was stunned.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a noise coming from afar, followed by a scream, and someone shouted: "I've killed someone, I've killed someone!"
Yang Shouwen was stunned at first and quickly ran over.
He ran out of the market and saw a small stream not far away, surrounded by a group of people.
Yang Shouwen squeezed into the crowd and saw a corpse standing upside the stream. The corpse was lying on its back with a dagger stuck in its chest.
“Lvzhu?”
Yang Shouwen recognized at a glance that the deceased was the Hu Ji who cleaned his room in the morning.
But at this moment, Luzhu's face was no blood. She stared at her eyes, grabbed a piece of clothing tightly in her hand, and her face felt even more despair.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know, I saw her quarrel with someone here just now, and the man suddenly killed her and ran away."
Someone pointed his hand at the opposite side of the stream, and Yang Shouwen rushed out without saying a word. While running, he took off his big gun. He chased him about two miles away and saw a man in Hu's uniform running to a horse in front of him.
He saw him untied the reins and turned over the horse.
Yang Shouwen was several hundred meters away from the other party at this time. He felt anxious and suddenly accelerated. After rushing out for hundreds of meters, he suddenly raised his arm and threw the tiger swallow gun in his hand. The gun turned in the air, roaring out an arc.
puff!
The big gun was stabbing in front of the horse, and the horse Xiyuyu neighed with a long time, raised its front hooves, and overturned the horse's man to the ground.
The man was very skilled. After landing, he rolled a few times, then turned over and stood up, and pulled his sword out of the sheath.
Yang Shouwen rushed forward, raised his hand and pulled out his big gun. Just as he was about to pounce on the man, he saw a Mongolian mastiff jumping out from beside him, quietly coming to the man's side, jumping up, opening his mouth and biting hard on the man's wrist.
This bite is really hard.
The biting force of the Mongolian mastiff was amazing, and it bit off the man's wrist in an instant.
With a clang, the knife in the man's hand fell to the ground, and then he hugged his wrist and let out a shrill scream.
Yang Shouwen didn't expect this change to occur. He looked over carefully but couldn't help but laugh.
"Ugly girl, do a pretty job!"
Chapter completed!