The boundary between heaven and earth is not so obvious in the secret realm.
Su Wu and Tenzin's family stood on a hill, overlooking a cypress forest on the plain ahead.
Tall cypress trees stand in rows along the dirt road. Many ordinary people and village leaders, carrying baskets on their backs and pulling yaks, gather beside the road formed by people walking for many years.
These people with different statuses placed the goods they brought in front of them, forming a small market there.
In this small market, they traded with each other the necessary grain, salt, cattle, sheep, and livestock, some rare herbs, and fungi. Some people even squatted there holding a large stone.
Outside the market, there were many ragged children carrying rattan baskets, picking up the feces excreted by cattle, sheep and livestock.
People came and went in the small market, taking away some things and leaving some behind.
Even though so many people gathered there, the commodity trading in the market was not prosperous.
Even a little lifeless.
The serfs could not afford the cattle, sheep, horses, and animal furs brought by the arrogant leaders at all, but the common people in the market could not afford them. The leaders absentmindedly stood in front of their livestock, and their target customers were also unable to buy them.
It's not the common people or serfs who can't even afford clothes.
"I'm too late..." Tenzin looked at the scene in the market in the distance and looked a little depressed.
He looked at the baskets that he, his wife and daughter were carrying behind them, wiped the sweat from his face, and murmured to himself: "I've asked people to pick up the cow dung, and I thought I could take something back with me..."
Cattle and sheep dung is an important fuel nowadays.
Wood fuel is not so easy to come by nowadays - everything on the land of the Hidden Area, including pastures, forest farms, fields, cattle and sheep, etc., all belong to nobles and monasteries. A tree cut down by ordinary people at will is very likely to be
It is a 'thing with an owner', and even ordinary people themselves are also 'things' of nobles and temples.
Cutting down trees at will to use as firewood is not advisable today.
After the dung of cattle and sheep is dried, it becomes serfs and the main source of fuel for civilians.
The nights in the Hidden Realm are extremely cold.
A piece of dried cow dung could even save a serf family at night.
That's why Denzin is so frustrated.
"The main reason we came here today is to trade with the Tang Dynasty's caravan.
Is the Tang Dynasty's caravan coming?" Su Wu patted Tenzin on the shoulder and changed the subject.
They had already set off before dawn, and hurriedly and slowly arrived at this trading market that Dan Zeng said was a "very close place". If they were to miss the "Tang Dynasty caravan" in such a hurry,
Then Su Wu would have to consider some extraordinary measures.
"Not coming, not coming." Tenzin timidly pointed at the leaders who owned large numbers of cattle and sheep in the market. He was afraid that the leaders in the distance would notice his gesture and come over to teach him a lesson, so he pointed a few times.
He lowered his arms and looked at Su Wu, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "The leaders' cattle and sheep haven't been sold yet!
This means that the Tang Dynasty’s caravan has not arrived yet.
Let’s go quickly!”
As he spoke, Tenzin walked down the hill first.
Su Wu pulled Lunzhu, who was silent, and followed Tenzin with Ram, talking unhurriedly: "Do you come to this place often?"
"I passed here carrying the leader's son on my back.
Those Tang people traded farm tools, tea, silk, and good knives with the chieftains.
I saw a good knife!" Tenzin said with a smile.
"You read it once and you remember it?" Su Wu also laughed.
"Well!" Tenzin didn't pay much attention to the beautiful silks, precious teas, and rare jades in the market. His attention started a long time ago when he passed through this small market with the son of the leader on his back.
Just on those fine knives with shining silver and cold light.
——Sometimes, it is not the possession of a sharp knife that leads to the desire to kill.
It's because he has deep-seated hatred and murderous intent in his heart that he draws the knife to kill after grabbing the sharp blade.
Tenzin turned his head and saw Su Wu smiling. He scratched his head, and the smile on his honest face became warmer: "Those Tang people came from far, far away, and they brought many, many things, mainly with the lords.
The Buddhas and lords traded with each other, but the Buddhas and lords could not buy all their goods, so they would stop wherever they passed.
We, the people, can trade with them."
Su Wu nodded after hearing this.
More than two hundred years have passed since he buried himself in the lair of 'Poison Baren' and practiced 'Demon Body Seed Dao'.
The powerful Tang Dynasty has long disappeared into the dust of history.
But traces of ‘Tang’ are everywhere.
For example, ordinary people like Tenzin, who are far away in the secret realm, still call the Han people Tang people and the country of the Han people as Tang country.
"Unless those Tang people brought a lot of things, Buddha and the nobles would not be able to buy them all.
But those Tang people walked and stopped along the way, selling goods and replenishing goods along the way, so their goods seemed to never be sold out." Su Wu explained a few words to Denzin.
Tenzin didn't understand, so he just said: "You've never seen it before. There are many of them and they bring a lot of goods.
No one has enough cattle and sheep to buy all their goods!"
Su Wu smiled and shook his head without saying anything.
A group of four people merged into the small market.
The smell of grass from cattle and sheep, the smell of manure, and the moldy smell of various furs and felts are all wrapped up together and spread everywhere in this market.
Dan picked a place and sat down with his family.
He was a little nervous and kept his wife and daughter behind him, huddled up like a napping quail.
——Most of the civilians in the market sit in a similar posture to Tenzin.
Those with big horses and golden knives sitting on their slaves and carrying stools are all leaders who own several yaks, a dozen sheep, and even a few horses.
These leaders are actually the ‘protagonists’ of this small market.
Tenzin's eyes were darting around, following the movements of the leaders.
Whenever the leader looked at him, he immediately lowered his head, looking dull and dull.
Su Wu looked calm and looked at the end of the dirt road in the distance.
He has changed his description. In the eyes of others, he is just an inconspicuous serf.
Only Tenzin's family can see his true appearance.
"The caravan of the Tang Dynasty is coming." At a certain moment, Su Wu looked at the dusty road in the distance and suddenly said to Tenzin.
Tenzin quickly raised his head and followed his gaze towards the end of the road.
——The sound of horse hooves reached the ears of people in the market.
The dust and smoke at the end of the road in the distance was blown away by the wind, and a dusty team escorted the carriages and walked towards the small market.
Although the "Tang Caravan" brought several carts of goods, they were not far from the "endless goods" that Tenzin said.
A caravan of more than a hundred people came towards us.
The man at the head is as majestic as an iron tower, wearing a patent leather armor, and the horse under his crotch is smooth and smooth, tall and strong.
The man had a long sword hanging from his waist and a short spear hanging from his saddle.
His expression was kind, but the few scars on his face clearly highlighted a sinister aura;
After the leading man, three more big men came slowly, carrying bows and arrows, swords and guns, and driving horses.
The three big men each only wore a piece of rattan armor, but they all wore a colorful cloak on their backs. The various colors on the cloak came together to look like grimaces;
The men in the third and fourth columns have worse armor and weapons than the men in the second column.
Their saddles were hung with gongs, bells, horns and other things;
After that, the members in the middle section of the caravan became even more mixed.
Some old people and women also began to appear.
However, these old and weak people were protected in the center by strong men, and what they displayed to the outside world was the powerful image of the entire caravan.
Su Wu looked at the caravan of more than a hundred people approaching slowly and lowered his eyes.
The current caravan is undoubtedly a well-organized 'caravan'.
There were also some small caravans and wandering traders mixed in with the team.
"Is this the Tang caravan you are talking about that has endless goods to sell?" Su Wu looked at Tenzin with a smile and asked Tenzin.
Denzin frowned and spoke to Su Wu in a low voice: "No, no.
The Tang caravan I saw had more people and more goods than this one, and their team could line up from one end to the other!"
"Um?"
Su Wu raised his eyebrows slightly.
He glanced at the leaders in the market who were guarding their respective herds of livestock.
Immediately, I realized that the leaders looked at the caravan with amusement in their eyes.
Things are faintly revealing something strange at the moment.
The caravan stopped in the middle of the road, and a shorter young man drove his horse out of the group. He dismounted and faced the leader at the eastern end of the market, who had the largest number of cattle, sheep, and horses.
The young man walked up to the man on the other side, bowed to him first, and casually spoke fluently in the language of the Tibetan Realm, and said to the man on the other side: "Gabutou man, we have brought you the best tea.
Silk, and many iron items.
I hope to exchange for the cattle, sheep and furs in your hands.
In addition, if there are herbs like ‘Herb of Life and Death’, we would also like to buy some.”
The man on the other end turned his eyes and did not respond to the young man's request first. Instead, he ordered the servant to bring a black box and ordered someone to open the black box - revealing a large long stone inside, which was as tall as a person.
Apart from the slight cracks on the surface, there seems to be nothing unusual about the stone.
The Garbutou man pointed to the long stone standing in the black box held by the servants, and said to the young man: "I just got a strange stone. You must exchange fifty pieces of Shu brocade for this strange stone in my hand."
!
I only want Shu brocade, don’t use Hu brocade or Fan brocade to trick me!”
A piece of Shu brocade can be exchanged for several cows and dozens of sheep - now the cloth-headed man ordered people to carry only a mediocre stone, and he wanted to exchange it for fifty pieces of Shu brocade from the Tang caravan -