Changsun Jun ignored this and said, "Don't worry, find us a place to stay first, unload the goods, and then have a rest."
"Okay, everyone, come with me."
Abdulla took Changsun Jun and others through the streets and alleys to a place in the east of the city where there were many warehouses.
The city of Damascus is full of merchants. Horse-drawn carriages, oxen, carts and camels are constantly shuttling through the city. All kinds of livestock and human excrement are covered on both sides of the streets. The larger main roads are okay, but those alleys are simply smelly. It's so hot in the cold winter, but the situation in summer is unimaginable...
The most terrible thing is that these big cannibals don't care about such poor sanitary conditions. Even if they accidentally step on steaming feces while walking, they just stamp their feet and don't care.
Changsun Jun kept covering his nose all the way, and the smell made him almost vomit.
In comparison, even the local prefectures and counties in Datang were much cleaner than this...
The longing for Damascus in my heart has completely disappeared. I originally had a desire to see the name of the West. Now that I am there, I suddenly feel that it is nothing more than that. I just want to finish the characters my father told me as soon as possible and then return home.
Chang'an, which is broad, thick, feasting and feasting, is the best place for a distinguished man like him to stay. That Abdallah actually said of Damascus, "If there is a paradise on earth, Damascus must be in it; if paradise is in space, Damascus and Damascus must be there." "It has the same name", and even boasted that "whoever the gods favor will be settled in Damascus"...
Can this be heaven?
If the "god" had seen the majesty of Chang'an and Luoyang and appreciated the prosperity of Qiantang in Suzhou, no matter how shameless he was, he would not be able to say such words...
After settling in, most of the day passed.
Changsun Jun and Apdula found a food stall and made do with it. He didn't want to eat any of those strange things, but just ordered a leg of lamb, which he drank with sour wine. I barely had a meal.
At this moment, Chang Sun Jun was even more helpless to complain. "Whoever the God favors will be settled in Damascus." This sentence is nonsense. In his opinion, the "God" will only bring him here if he hates him to the core. Damascus has suffered.
Just thinking about the delicious food in Chang'an makes Chang Sun Jun feel like he's going home, and he can't stay any longer...
Wiping his mouth, he looked at Abdullah and asked, "Do you really have a relative who is a general?"
Abdulla swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded and said: "Seriously, I won't lie to anyone. Is there anything you need to do, sir?"
Changsun Jun took out a jade pendant from his arms and put it in front of Abdulla: "I am the envoy of the Tang Dynasty. I came all the way and encountered bandits on the way. I fought hard to escape, but also lost it. I have obtained the certificate of credence and the seal. So, if you can help me see Muawiya, not only this jade pendant, but also all the goods I carry this time will be yours."
"..."
Abdula subconsciously refused.
Are you kidding me? Muawiya is now the caliph of the Great Food Kingdom. He has just returned from the Holy Land of Mecca. It is said that he is worried that the die-hard loyalists of the previous caliph will come to assassinate him. Therefore, the security of the entire palace is extremely tight. Who is it? Can everyone see it?
But looking at the jade pendant on the table, this is the finest mutton-fat white jade, which can only be owned by the most noble nobles in the entire Dashi Kingdom.
There are also those light and gorgeous silks and porcelain as white as jade from the Tang Dynasty that were just unloaded into the warehouse...
Abdullah swallowed hard, thought for a while, and said: "I can't decide on this matter. You give me this jade pendant, and then I will take it to see my relatives to see if I can impress them." He asked him to find a way. You have just arrived in Damascus and don't know the situation in the city. Mu'awiya has just assumed the caliphate and the regime is not yet stable. Not everyone can see you if you want."
As for whether he can accomplish things if he gets this jade pendant...he won't make a promise.
Anyway, Damascus is his territory. Without his help, the Han in front of him would have no chance of seeing Muawiya.
He was determined to eat this Han man, not only this jade pendant, but also the silk and porcelain, he had to swallow it...
Changsun Jun looked at Abdullah and said with a smile: "My family is from a wealthy family in the Tang Dynasty, with countless wealth. This time I came to Damascus on the order of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but lost my credentials and seal on the way. This is a big crime. So as long as You can help me meet Caliph Muawiya. It is not just a gift. When I return to the Tang Dynasty, you can personally accompany me. After arriving in Chang'an, I will double the thank you gift and never give up. Break your promise."
Abdullah's heart was beating fast and his lips were dry.
Are all the people in the Tang Dynasty so rich? The value of this jade pendant is almost the same as that of some silks. There are so many porcelains, and they need to be doubled...
"You wait for me!"
Abdula could no longer suppress his desire for wealth, so he put the jade pendant in his arms, stood up, and trotted out of the dining room, heading straight to find his brother who was the general who defended the city.
In the dining room, the attendant said with some worry: "Master, that jade pendant is worth a lot of money. If this person is greedy and refuses to do anything after taking it for himself..."
Changsun Jun waved his hand and sighed: "It's just one jade pendant, even if it's ten loads of silk and ten jade pendants, what does it count? This hellish place is so filthy and poor that even the food is hard to swallow. With this wine, tsk tsk... I don't want to stay for an extra day. Let this Abdulla try it. If it doesn't work, let's find another way. The Hu people regard wealth as life, and there are so many of us. When it comes to silk and porcelain, there is always someone who can connect them."
I don't dare to say more.
This young master usually lives a pampered life, but this time he traveled thousands of miles to Damascus. He may have suffered enough from the sufferings he suffered along the way. If he hadn't been worried about the punishment of the family master, he would have turned around and returned halfway... Now that he has arrived in Damascus, how much have he given up? Money doesn't matter, as long as you complete the task well, then your merits will be complete.
Returning to his residence, Changsun Jun threw the bedding that was full of strange smells to the ground in disgust, wrapped himself in the blanket he took from Qin Changgeng and lay on the bed. Fortunately, his followers found some firewood and lit it in the fireplace. , otherwise he could freeze to death...
I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I looked outside and saw that the sky was slightly dark, and I felt uncomfortable all over.
There was no green salt to rinse the mouth, no water to wash, no maid to comb the hair... Just as Mr. Changsun was pulling at his hair to catch lice, there was a rush of footsteps outside. Someone knocked on the door and came in. They just left and came back. of Abdullah.
Changsun Jun perked up and asked, "How?"
Abdullah looked embarrassed, sighed, and said: "My brother said that this matter is extraordinary, too difficult, and almost impossible. He wants to meet with you."
Sun Jun has heard this kind of story countless times throughout the day. Don't worry about everything in front of it, just focus on the last sentence.
If it's impossible, why would you want to meet yourself?
Changsun Jun stood up immediately, put on his fur, and said: "Lead the way."
As long as he can see Muawiya complete the mission assigned by his father, he is willing to pay any price. He just wants to return to Chang'an quickly and leave this damn Damascus...
Apudula was overjoyed and felt more reassured when he saw Zhang Sunjun's expression. As long as you are anxious, it's fine. As long as you are anxious, we will make a big deal...
*****
In a house in the city, Chang Sun Jun met the city-defending general Azmi who was said to be the Abdullah brothers.
Azmi is about thirty years old, with a curly beard on his face. His face is greasy, as if he hasn't washed his face in half a year. His hair is wrapped in a white towel, and the white hair has become dirty and turned into a light yellow...
Although his image is a bit worse, he is sitting behind the desk with his back straight and his two copper bell-like bull's-eyes shining brightly, giving him a bit of the aura of a general commanding an army.
Changsun Jun entered the room and bowed and saluted: "I am the envoy of the Tang Dynasty. I am unable to meet with His Majesty the Caliph because he lost his credentials and seal on the way. Therefore, I sincerely ask the general for help. When the deed is accomplished, he will be rewarded with generous gifts."
Azmi hummed and said, "Abdullah has already told you about your situation. I know it in my heart. Please sit down."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Changsun Jun jumped.
This Damascus general actually spoke fluent Chinese. Although his accent was as weird as Abdullah's, he could indeed understand it.
After taking a few breaths, Chang Sun Jun sat calmly opposite Azmi.
Azmi looked Chang Sun Jun up and down with his eyes without saying anything. He looked at Chang Sun Jun until his heart went crazy. Suddenly, he heard Azmi say: "This morning, a group of Han merchants were robbed and killed in a sand dune fifty miles outside the city. And set fire to the body and burned it... Is that what you did? Robbery and murder of merchants, killing people and stealing goods. In Damascus, this is a capital crime and you will be hanged!"
Changsun Jun was so frightened that he almost jumped up!