Lightning made the night sky as bright as day and struck the roof of Nangsuo Qianmo Palace. The brass pagoda suffered the punishment of heaven on its behalf.
At the camp at the foot of the mountain, the Mongolian herdsmen in the felt tent suddenly woke up. They stood up with their swords in hand and glanced at the heavy rain outside the tent. They found the figure of the Han sentry still standing under the eaves in the distance, and felt a little less nervous.
Mu Bing shrank his neck, recited a Buddhist chant in his heart, returned to the warm bed and wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.
Not far away, on the bank of the Zaqu River, is a two-story manor that once belonged to monks and is now the residence of slaves.
Chen Qindai stood on the second floor, looking down the ladder.
He didn't know what magic power the ladder had. Ever since these slaves were brought back by the Mongolian teams that were attacking everywhere, no one had ever given them any orders, but they were very orderly.
No one dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool and climb the ladder.
They would rather huddle in a small corner under the ladder and sleep squatting.
This scene reminded Chen Qindai of Tu Mochuan when he was young.
Young Eji drove the sheep into the pen, and so did the little lambs.
Even if there is a large open space in the sheepfold, they will still squeeze together with their buttocks sticking out, huddled in a corner, and become a pile of plush.
At that time, the Han uncles had not yet fought against the Dazi uncles, and everything was still fine.
Chen Qindai looked at the Spanish slaves swarming at the bottom of the stairs, and couldn't help but smile... His smile was not derogatory, he just saw himself in the past.
In the past, he was like these slaves. He looked for a tent instead of a ladder.
But we have reached the same destination through different paths. I never think that I am suffering. I just feel that I am a small soldier and should deserve my share.
What's more, if you don't suffer, what can you do? Are you looking for death?
Only the troops who were as fierce as tigers surrendered to Liu Chengzong's Lion Camp, walked into the Shanxi Basin from the thousands of ravines in northern Shaanxi, saw the giant Buddha sitting on the mountain wall, and climbed over the towering Liupan Mountain, until they reached the tallest mountain in the world.
The mountain peak attacks.
He can see that people all over the world are suffering.
At this time, Liu Chengzong said we should make progress, and Chen Qindai understood what progress meant.
But how to tell these people, how to let these people know... Chen Qindai believes that a method is needed.
Thinking of this, Chen Qindai, who was holding on to the wooden railing, shook his head helplessly. He regretted that he was always playful before he was ten years old and did not study hard with the Han uncles in Tumochuan.
Eji, who believed in the Yellow Sect, always said that those Han uncles believed in heretics. When he grew up and went to Yulin, he realized what the Han people in Tumochuan were? They were the White Lotus believers.
If Chen Qindai had studied hard back then, he would be able to go down and tell the slaves the story of the birth of Maitreya, the future Buddha, and tell them that after 5.6 billion years, Marshal Liu will be the Maitreya who creates a new world for you.
It's a pity that he didn't, so he still needs to observe more and find his own breakthrough point from these slaves.
He has found two slaves who are different from others, to be precise, two mutes.
One of them was Awang, a mute who was captured in the city. Chen Qindai knew him. When he helped the wounded soldiers set their bones after the war, Awang helped him and used surgery to remove bone fragments from the wounded soldiers.
After the war, he was placed in this manor in order to be separated from other captured Bailey soldiers.
Chen Qindai pays close attention to him. People who have been in the military for a long time will more or less be able to treat some external injuries, just like their commander, who is also a master of stitches.
But Awang's craftsmanship is not like Dashuai's, which he learned from a cobbler. He looks like a professional doctor at first glance.
The situation of the other mute is a bit complicated. He is accompanied by a well-dressed and handsome young aunt.
When Xie Erhu brought him here, the herders who were guarding him said that this guy had robbed the noble young master's young wife. In order to keep this young wife, his hands were tied and he even bit the throat of another slave open on the road.
Very ferocious.
But Chen Qindai could not see the ferocity in this slave. He always looked downcast and timid.
If it weren't for the woman named Mei Duo, it would be difficult for Chen Qindai to notice the slave named Basang, but once he noticed it, it would be difficult to look away.
Not because he is special, but because he is cowardly.
A group of people soon appeared in the internal hierarchy. There were hundreds of slaves in the manor, and 12 slaves came from the same place. They occupied the bottom of the ladder and drove Basang out.
He also punched him twice in the face.
Basang didn't fight back, and he wasn't even a little angry. He still squatted outside with a low eyebrow, put his hands in his arms, and slept against the wall.
Chen Qindai said to himself that this fool was afraid of others because he thought there were more people. As a young man who grew up on the streets of Yulin City, he knew very well the principle of using a small number to fight against a large number.
I am afraid that I will definitely get beaten. I can avoid the first grade of junior high school but not the fifteenth grade.
Of course you will get beaten if you fight back, and you may get a harder beating, but as long as you catch someone who fights back and beat him hard enough, others will have to weigh it if they want to bully him in the future. Who wants to be caught?
Chen Qindai dared to kill many of his Feishan tigers in public in Yanzhou for the same reason.
There are no slaves squatting outside, and they look down on the slaves squatting outside.
There was only Ngawang outside, and Ngawang looked down on the slave squatting under the ladder.
Ngawang Daiben opened his empty mouth and yawned. Everything in the manor was boring to him.
This was not the first time he had been with slaves, but this time... He looked at the Han soldiers guarding the manor and sighed silently in his heart.
It is unlikely that he will escape.
The war is still going on, and he may have to stay here for four or five months.
Ngawangdai originally wanted to learn Chinese and learn from the doctors of the Han army to confirm what he had learned.
But this was more difficult than escaping. The little leader of the Han army on the second floor had spoken to him when he was setting bones, but he couldn't understand, and even if he understood, he couldn't answer.
The tongue is such a precious thing, he really wants to talk!
Finally, a slave boy squatted next to him.
Ngawangdaiben saw clearly what happened to Basang and was very angry.
These bastards actually bullied a mute!
He touched Basang with his arm, took his hand out of his arms and stretched it over.
Basang looked down and saw in Ngawang Daiben's hand a scalpel with a handle only as thick as his little finger. It had a five-inch long straight thin iron handle inlaid with silver and a two-inch long straight-edged blade.
The light and shadow reflected by the torch are very sharp.
Basang didn't pick it up, shook his head, squatted against the wall and closed his eyes.
After a while, Awang touched him with his arm again, with a look of anger in his one eye, and stretched out the scalpel again, and pointed down the ladder with his other hand.
This is the only iron-edged knife on the first floor of the manor besides the Han army guards.
But he still didn't answer, and even moved to the side, farther away from this dangerous monk.
Basang doesn't want to be a slave leader here. He has to find a way to escape back to Baili and take Mei Duo back to Baili. Soon he will have his own home.
Seeing that the monk actually wanted to move towards him, Basang also stared, took out a fist-sized stone from his arms, let the monk take a look at it, and then put it back into his arms.
Monk Ngawang thought to himself, this little guy is quite smart! Then why didn’t he fight back?
The stone is engraved with six-character mantras, which Basang picked up from the Mani pile on the road when the Mongolian herdsmen were not paying attention.
Who cares about your little broken knife?
Basang has heard people say that this mute monk is King Baili's guard in Nangqian. Daiben will be given a manor when he is in office. He is a noble officer. Maybe the manor is bigger than his master's manor.
But it's useless, Basang doesn't care, he doesn't want to have any interaction with anyone here.
Nobles are the stars in the sky, slaves are the grass on the ground.
The grass can always see the stars at night, but other than that, they have nothing to do with each other, and there is no need to have any relationship.
Here, they are all slaves.
After going out, nobles will still be nobles, and slaves will still be slaves.
If this person wants to get close to me, he must be using me to help him escape, and he will most likely end up in this hellish place because of this.
No need.
If we can really go out, we will never see each other again in this life.
Even if there is a wall, the nobles are the master's guests, and the slaves are the dirty people kowtowing and kneeling outside, who can see who.
It doesn’t matter if you really see it, just pretend to be deaf and dumb and kowtow when you should.
Basang's ears moved, and there was a sound outside.
The horses in the manor's stables were braying, and the iron-stuffed leather boots clicked on the stone slabs. It was the Han troops who were walking in.
The wooden door was pushed open, and Basang saw a figure wearing an oil coat and an iron helmet. He walked into the hall, shouted something upstairs, and followed the Han army leader who had been standing on the second floor looking down.
, the two said a few words, and the leader of the Han army seemed to be very anxious, but after a moment, the man walked into the rain again wearing an oil coat.
Chen Qindai was really anxious. The person who came was the commander's entourage. He came down from the mountain in the rain to convey the commander's order.
The commander-in-chief asked the Gama monks to recruit slaves to join the army, and those who fought bravely were granted land and houses. This was a good thing, but he was unable to issue this order.
Should he use Chinese or Mongolian to convey orders to these Western slaves?
The handsome attendant was also very angry. I just came down from the mountain in the rain. You want me to go up the mountain again?
Half an hour later, Master Chen, covered in mud, walked into the manor cursing.
He had just fallen asleep on the mountain when he was woken up by the guards. Master thought that the difficulty in speaking was indeed a big problem, so he should go down there.
As a result, it was dark and he failed to see clearly the last two steps down the mountain, so he fell and chewed the mud.
Very angry.
When entering the door, it was like returning to one's own home. He took off his clothes first, looked up and asked Chen Qindai for his room and clothes. After changing into something clean, he came out again, stood on the second floor and said to the slaves below: "Do you want to regain your freedom?"
Body?"
Downstairs is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.
Chen Qindai asked in a low voice: "Master Buddha, is this Western language of yours acceptable?"
"What are you talking about!" Master Chen rolled his eyes at Chen Qindai, then patted the railing and shouted: "Wake up, wake up, don't you want freedom?"
The slaves all looked up at him eagerly. They could understand every word of what he said, and they didn't know what it meant when put together.
What the hell is freedom?
Everyone is very free. They want to sleep in the sheepfold, sleep in the sheepfold, and sleep on the stairs.
Slaves, you look at me, I look at you, they all shake their heads slightly...I don’t understand, I don’t know what this person is talking about.
Ngawang Daiben stood up. He was anxious to regain his freedom. It was a good thing that he picked up in vain.
Unexpectedly, Chen Shifu was very angry when he saw the man and there was no response. When he saw him standing up, he became even more angry. He pointed and said: "You rude officer, squat back for me! It's none of your business!"
Ngawang Daiben obeyed this advice, turned around, opened his mouth and cursed: Abba Abba.
Master Chen felt that this reaction was wrong, so he saw Ngawang go back and touch the slave next to him, motioning for him to go, but the slave shook his head and squatted a little further away from Ngawang.
Master Chen walked downstairs, squatted in front of the slave and asked, "Don't you want to regain your freedom?"
Basang shook his head, and Master Chen frowned.
Ngawang Daiben pointed at Pasang, then opened his mouth and pointed at himself, indicating that this person was dumb like me.
Master Chen sighed, they are all pitiful people.
He stood up and asked the slaves gathered under the stairs in the hall: "None of you want to regain your freedom?"
It can’t be said that there was no problem at all. Mei Duo stood up in the crowd, walked forward step by step timidly, knelt down and asked: "Master, are you going to let us go?"
"Stand up and speak. The commander-in-chief will let the slaves join the Nangqian chieftain's army. Those who fight bravely will be freed and rewarded with twenty to one hundred acres of land."
The slaves under the stairs were whispering to each other, and they all had expressions of understanding.
Sure enough, they want us to fight, and after the war we are still asked to farm... These people have no good intentions!
But unlike the men, Mei Duo showed great joy on her face. She asked Master Chen: "Master, can I go and persuade him?"
Master Chen followed Mei Duo's gaze and saw Basang squatting aside.
He said to himself, even the captured nobles nearby could not persuade him, how can you?
"Go and persuade him."
Master Chen didn't know why the slaves were not excited about this, but Mei Duo knew.
All slaves are the same. They are not slaves who serve the nobles closely. They never own anything.
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They wear the clothes of several generations, cover themselves with quilts of several generations, sleep under the stairs of several generations, and there are also parents and children born in the future.
Not even a single skin, flesh or bone on their bodies belongs to them.
Spirit and body are inseparable. If they are separated artificially, there is a purpose for separation.
God gives life, and the body is a boat. They are not the owners of the boat, they are just the passengers who endure the bumps in the boat.
Mei Duo is different. She has a small beeswax necklace, which the madam gave her some time ago. She said that the master was going to allocate her to Basang so that she would not be washed clean again and would be kept as something to live in the manor.
More than ten years of thoughts.
Although the necklace was snatched away by the Mongols, it was something she actually owned.
Talk to her about freedom and owning land, and she understands.
There is no point in telling others.
She knelt down and said, Basang, persuade the slaves to fight with you, so that we can have a family.
Basang thought for a long time, what is home?
At home there is a master, a wife, a young master Duoji and a group of slave boys.
Basang doesn't know, but it's not difficult for Mei Duo to convince the slaves of their request.
He stood up and asked Master Chen: "Can I kill someone?"
Ngawang Dai was dumbfounded. It turned out that I was the only mute in this room. He squatted on the ground and cursed his mother.
Master Chen was also stunned for a moment, looked at the fist marks on Basang's face, looked at the slaves, and sighed helplessly.
Basang understood from his sigh. He took out the stone engraved with the six-character mantra from his bare-shouldered sheepskin coat and held it in his hand. He stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs. He pulled out the slave who beat him and smashed his head.
Go down.
Then he raised his head with difficulty.
"I am your master, and I order you all to go to war with me."
