Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred and Six: Treasured Sword!
It wasn't until the carriage was gone that Han Du looked away with a smile.
Babuha breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to praise His Majesty the Sultan, he saw two groups of warriors rushing into the tavern and heading straight for him.
Babuha's heart suddenly rose, hoping that these warriors would not come to find him.
But Babuha's wish was soon shattered, and the warriors surrounded their group.
"What do you want to do? My master is the Minister of Law, Navai." Babuha thought about using his master's reputation to calm these warriors.
It must be said that Navai is a veteran nobleman and still has a deterrent effect on these warriors.
The leading general glanced at Babuha with fear and shouted at Han Du and others.
After hearing this, Hader quickly explained to Yu Qian, "He is the captain of the palace guard. His Majesty the Sultan wants to summon us."
Although the words have been conveyed, Hader's surprise has not diminished at all. He and others just randomly found a tavern to drink, how could they be suddenly summoned by the Sultan?
Could it be that the father-in-law’s identity has been exposed?
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Hader quickly encouraged himself. He is the Duke of Daming Town. Even if his identity is exposed, the Sultan will not do anything to him!
Yu Qian raised his head and glanced at these warriors, including the leading captain. Seeing that these people were standing two steps away and had no intention of stepping forward to take them, he felt slightly reassured.
At least from now on, the possibility of these people being malicious is very small.
Without looking back at the teacher, Yu Qian made a decision directly, "Okay, let's go."
Hader quickly relayed Yu Qian's meaning to the captain of the guard.
The captain of the guard quickly stepped aside and signaled for a few days to move.
Yu Qian stood up with his hands on the table and walked out with his head held high and his hands behind his back.
Han Du smiled at the captain of the guard, bowed and quickly followed Yu Qian.
The captain of the guard did not notice anything wrong with Han Du's expression. He just glanced at it and looked at Yu Qian in front of him expressionlessly.
Shaharul Palace is not large in scale, but it is extremely luxurious.
There are several huge pillars on both sides of the front. The main entrance is extremely tall, and in the middle is the gate with a round spire. The pillars, main entrance, and gate are all decorated in pink blue and sandy yellow.
Passing through the gate is an extremely large garden, with plain satin tents hanging everywhere in the garden.
Han Du and others followed the waiter straight through the garden and directly to the back hall of the palace. They walked through the long corridor covered with murals and arrived at the innermost hall.
A huge bed-like couch is inlaid on the middle wall, and the entire wall is decorated with hexagonal lapis lazuli inlays.
Extremely graceful and luxurious!
Yu Qian came to the middle of the palace and stood upright in front of Shaharu.
When a waiter saw that these Ming people had no intention of kneeling down, he immediately stood up and shouted loudly.
Yu Qian glanced at this person lightly, and then looked at Hader.
Harder quickly explained, "He wants the young master to pray before His Majesty."
Yu Qian showed a smile, raised his head and said loudly, "The Ming Dynasty is the country of Timur, and the people of the country will not worship the vassal master when they see him! This is the iron law of the Ming Dynasty!"
Hader was infected by Yu's modesty and spoke loudly to Shaharul.
Shaharul was in a very unhappy mood, but instead of insisting that they salute, he waved his hand to stop the waiter who was about to come forward. He pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Since you are a citizen of the Kingdom of Heaven, you don't have to bow."
Hader never thought that one day he would be able to kneel before His Majesty the Sultan. He knew very well that this kind of confidence was brought to him by Ming people like the young master.
My heart yearns for the Ming Dynasty even more, and I wish I could become a Ming Dynasty person now.
Shaharul continued to ask, "Are you the owner of the caravan? You are too young."
As he spoke, he glanced at a few other people, especially Han Du who stayed for a long time. As if he were on the street, he clearly felt that the strange feeling was brought to him by this person.
However, Han Du's eyes were very calm from beginning to end, and he looked at Yu Qian with a loving look from time to time, fully reflecting the image of an old butler.
Seeing this, Shaharul naturally thought that this young man should know which noble heir should be. He came to Timur to do business, probably because he wanted him to gain more experience.
As for Han Du, Shaharu was naturally regarded as Yu Qian's caregiver.
Yu Qian nodded slightly and said with a smile, "We have an old saying in the Ming Dynasty. If you have ambitions, it is not in your age. If you have no ambitions, you will live a hundred years in vain. Please don't choose people based on their age."
Being taught a lesson by a young man was something Shaharul never expected.
He had never felt such a feeling before, and it actually felt a little strange. No one except his father could dare to scold him before.
Even his brothers did not dare to reprimand him.
"Hahaha" Shaharul laughed to hide his inner embarrassment, and asked instead, "What goods did you bring from Daming this time?"
"We have silk, porcelain, and tea." Yu Qian's attitude was very casual.
"Oh? It seems you are still a big businessman.
Team, are there any others?" Shaharul asked calmly.
"And mirrors and glasses."
Shaharul was slightly stunned. He had only heard of mirrors and had never seen them with his own eyes. He only knew that these things were extremely expensive in the Ming Dynasty and were very inconvenient to transport.
These people are quite capable. They can actually transport this thing here?
As for the glasses, Shaharul didn't know what they were, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
"If you really bring mirrors, this Sultan can hold a banquet for you in the palace. At that time, you can display your goods at the banquet."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. If this is really possible, I can give you the largest mirror."
A mirror may not mean much to Shaharu, but it still makes him very happy that these Ming people are so knowledgeable.
"The banquet is ready. The Sultan will send someone to inform you. Please step aside first!" Shaharul waved his hand calmly and motioned to the waiter to take these people out.
Shaharul did not ask for the addresses of Yu Qian and others. In the city of Herat, no matter where Yu Qian and others lived, they could not escape his eyes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yu Qian thanked him again.
The waiter led everyone to the front of the palace and handed them over to the original guard captain, who led everyone out of the palace.
Han Du followed the captain of the guard, and suddenly saw the scimitar hanging on his waist, and an idea came to his mind.
Arriving at the entrance of the palace, the guard captain stopped and asked everyone to leave on their own.
Han Du suddenly stopped him and asked deliberately, "General, this sword seems a bit unusual. Can you tell me something?"
knife?
The captain of the guard frowned after hearing Harder's words that his sword was noticed by the Ming people and wanted to take a closer look.
If other people dared to be so rude, he would definitely not be polite. But when he thought that these were Ming people and might not have seen his sword, he explained.
Yu Qian didn't understand why the teacher was suddenly interested in knives, but he didn't say anything and stood quietly aside listening.
After hearing this, Hard explained to Han Du, "This is a Uzi steel sword, and it is also a sword passed down from his family."
Uzi steel knife!
Handu suddenly remembered that when he conquered the city of Herat, some generals like Timur were wearing this kind of sword. However, Handu was very anxious at that time and wanted to capture Samarkand, so he did not use this sword.
Didn't care.
"His sword is a family heirloom and cannot be sold. But he said that if we need it, we can
If you go to the market and find a blacksmith, you might be able to buy this kind of sword."
Han Du was speechless. He hadn't even spoken yet. The captain of the guard couldn't wait to send him away. Was he afraid that he was eyeing his family heirloom sword?
"Thank you." Han Du smiled and nodded.
When Yu Qian saw it, he took the first step and led everyone out of the palace.
Walking on the street, Yu Qian asked in confusion, "Why is the teacher interested in the Uzi steel knife?"
Han Du smiled and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Hard and asked, "What do you think of this Uzi steel knife?"
Harder replied without hesitation, "This is the best sword in the world. The younger one also has two in his collection, but he keeps them in the manor and does not take them with him. If the Duke likes them, I can give them to him."
Han Du chuckled and said, "Keep it for yourself."
Yu Qian suddenly frowned and interjected, "Uzi steel sword, Uzi? Is it the kind of sword recorded in history books?"
"It should be." Han Du smiled and nodded.
Then he asked Harder, "Are there many Uzi steel knives like this?"
Harder thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Although it's not very common, many people have it."
Also, according to the captain of the guard, if this sword can be sold on the street, how can it be so rare?
"But I seem to remember that the wootz steel used to forge the sword is not produced by Timur, right?" Han Du looked at Hard.
Hader was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why the Duke asked this. But he nodded honestly, "The Duke is right, Timur does not produce Utz steel. All of them make Utz steel knives."
Special steel materials are all shipped from Butnier."
After a pause, he added, "Batnir is thousands of miles away from the city of Herat, and it takes merchants almost a year to transport a little steel. Therefore, in the city of Herat, Uzi steel knives
It’s worth a lot of money.”
Yu Qian realized that the teacher's move must have deep meaning, and couldn't help but ask, "What does the teacher mean?"
Han Du waved his hand to stop what he was saying, and said calmly, "We'll talk after we get back. Let's go find a blacksmith first and see if we can buy this sword."
A group of people walked through the city and soon saw a place where the walls were covered with scimitars.
In a simple open-air house, two old men with their heads wrapped in white cloth sat on small wooden stools.
One person was hitting the iron bars very regularly with a hammer, and the other person was concentrating on polishing the scimitar in his hand.
There was also a young man lying on the ground next to him, watching the movements of one of them intently. He didn't know whether he was their apprentice or their heir.