Xu Qing looked at the tea leaves in his hand and sighed. The conditions on the grassland were indeed not suitable for drinking tea.
The key is that good tea must be paired with good tea art to bring out its true taste.
The maids who make tea in the mansion often need to be trained for several years before they can take up the job. If they are sold, they can be sold at a good price.
Tea may be used to replenish essential elements for the body on the grasslands, but in the Central Plains it is a kind of culture, and there are opinions on what kind of tea should be used and what kind of water should be used.
This time Xiao Ye came out not only with tea leaves, but also fine salt.
Salt is extremely precious on the grassland. A small bag of salt can be exchanged for a sheep.
Once you have general equivalents, some things become easier to do.
While Xu Qing was thinking about how to use the tea leaves and salt, he was also learning prairie dialect from the shadow guard beside him.
Anyway, Xu Qing has a photographic memory and a photographic memory, and whatever he can perceive can be stored in his mind like a brand.
Learning a foreign language is never easy.
Xu Qing is learning a foreign language and Xiao Ye is reading a map.
The small tribe in front of them is now affiliated with a large tribe called the Shugu tribe.
Of course, it's not that they know how to count bones. Their names were directly transliterated from the prairie dialect by the Chu State, which is equivalent to the Pantu Department, which is only slightly inferior to the Wanyan Department. Not everyone has a waist disc.
Prominently the same.
The plan they made this time was to send elites to infiltrate, so it was not suitable to park the entire army next to other people's tribes.
After Xu Qing had learned almost all the grassland dialect, Xiao Ye ordered the army to find a place with clear water to camp. Xu Qing, Xiao Ye and several shadow guards with strong martial arts took off their armor and put on ordinary clothes.
Xiao Ye looked at Xu Qing and asked, "Brother Xu, we are going to carry out an assassination and beheading operation. Don't we wear night clothes?"
Xu Qing shook his head and said: "Brother Xiao, you have to know that sometimes if you want to get close to our target, you don't necessarily have to use infiltration."
Xiao Ye asked doubtfully, "Then what other way is there?"
Xu Qing took off his armor and said, "Change your clothes and come with me."
Although Xiao Ye didn't know why, he still did as Xu Qing said.
Not long after, a team of ten riders appeared on the grassland, heading towards a small tribe on the vast grassland.
Xu Qing and the others soon arrived in front of the small tribe.
After the group got off their horses, they saw tents that looked like buns and were tied up tightly.
It was a small tribe, with only about 400 people including men, women, old and young. It had long since lost its grandeur.
It must be said that this tribe was really miserable back then.
Tribes on the grasslands are also hierarchical, with large tribes enslaving small tribes and small tribes relying on large tribes.
In this area, when the Wanyan tribe attacked, the Shugu tribe was the one who resisted the most fiercely. He tried his best to call on the surrounding small tribes that were attached to him to resist the Wanyan tribe!
What's the result?
These small tribes were killing each other in full swing, and the Skull Tribe surrendered...
Isn’t this a disturbing mentality?
Of course, these small tribes were not only affected by their mentality, but also suffered a lot of human lives.
The already difficult life has become even tighter. Now the Wanyan Department has begun to collect grain and grass for the army to attack the Central Plains. They have gone from being the group who resisted the Wanyan Department the most to being squeezed by the Wanyan Department.
The most brutal wave.
Of course, it remains to be verified whether it was extracted from Wanyan Department.
However, before they had time to verify, Xu Qing, Xiao Ye and others had already arrived in front of the small tribe, and followed Xu Qing and walked in.
Xiao Ye looked at Xu Qing blankly and asked, "Brother Xu, are we just walking over so blatantly?"
Xu Qing said: "What else?"
When Xu Qing and Xiao Ye walked in from outside the tribe so blatantly, the entire tribe was talking and looking at them, but no one stepped forward to stop them.
Seeing Xu Qing walking forward so blatantly, Xiao Ye followed Xu Qing's example and held his head high, not caring at all about the looks of others as if he were sizing up a rare animal.
Nowadays, people wearing Central Plains costumes are rare animals.
Before the war started, they could still exchange cattle and sheep for grain and salt from traveling merchants.
Now that the two sides have gone to war, the original merchants have almost disappeared. Only a few brave guys dare to sneak things to the grassland for sale.
Even when selling, they are cautious.
But why don’t they, the traveling merchants, seem to have taken any goods?
Aren't they here to sell goods?
And they don't even hawk.
Of course, Xu Qing ignored the opinions of others and still walked forward with his head held high.
Just as Xu Qing, Xiao Ye and the ten men dressed as attendants behind them were walking forward with their heads held high, they suddenly saw a slightly more gorgeous prairie man in a tent and two attendants behind him.
A girl was pulled out from a tent. The girl struggled desperately to no avail.
Then a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face and a rough body pulled his daughter and mumbled something.
The surrounding grassland people watched this scene, but no one dared to step forward to stop it, they just whispered.
Xiao Ye wondered: "Brother Xu, what are they talking about?"
Xu Qing translated: "The better-dressed man said that this family still had one sheep left, and they wanted to arrest their daughter. The man who begged them said that their family really had no sheep, not even the lambs.
There are none, and I beg them to let go of their daughter. But the man in better clothes said that this was what their khan asked, and anyone who doesn’t give enough sheep will die!"
"The people around were either rejoicing, sighing, or complaining, because some of them did not hand over enough sheep, and many people murmured and prayed that someone could save them."
Xiao Ye snorted coldly and said, "Are these still human beings? Let me go over and teach them a lesson!"
But Xu Qing stopped him, and then walked up to the better-dressed man and said in prairie dialect: "He hasn't handed over enough sheep. I'll teach him. You let him go."
With that said, Xu Qing took out a small cloth bag and handed it to him.
The man looked at Xu Qing as if looking at a rare creature, then took the bag, opened it, looked at the white particles inside, stretched out his hand to dip a little, then put it in his mouth, and his face suddenly showed
He smiled and said: "It's salt! Good salt! It's worth a sheep!"
Xu Qing looked at him and said: "We are the original caravan, and we want to negotiate a big business with the leader of your tribe. If the business is successful, your leader will definitely need the benefits of you as a middleman."