There was no greeting, no singing and dancing. When a large number of strangers appeared in their homeland, the best way to treat them was with swords and guns. The first Qiang man they met was an old man riding a horse with a whip. The wind and frost of the years were with him.
There were deep marks on his face. Facing such a large caravan, the old Qiang was not afraid. He stood alone in the middle of the road to protect the sheep behind him.
The bandits made strange noises and rushed towards the fleeing sheep as a habit. Their eyes showed greed and plunder. The old fox said something to Sun Ermazi, who ran over and punched and kicked him before he stopped them.
Killed the thieves who wanted to grab a piece of it.
There was no need to find an interpreter. There were Qiang people among the bandits. The guy ran over and explained to the old Qiang man for a long time. The old Qiang man still looked at the caravan with vigilant eyes and slowly turned around and drove away with his flock.
The Huangyang tribe is the Qiang tribe closest to Yuanshan. The news of the arrival of the Han caravan was like the wind on the grassland, quickly blowing in all directions. The leader of the Huangyang tribe, Riwo Buji, is an out-and-out pioneer.
Lingqiang, they occupy the most fertile pastures under the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and have the largest number of cattle and sheep. Because of their proximity to the Han region, the Huangyang tribe can receive more or less supplements from the Han region every winter, allowing them to live longer than other Qiang people.
better.
"You mean, a large group of merchants have arrived?" Riwo Buji shook his white beard and looked at his sturdy son Ke Muzhi with a smile.
Riwo Buji has three sons. The eldest son Lexen is a warrior in the clan. The second son Vala is the smartest person in the male tribe. The third son Kemuzhi is the most like him. Having such three sons makes Riwo not only
Ji is very proud. He believes that after his death, the Huangyang tribe will still be the largest tribe on the grassland, and their Xianling Qiang will continue to roam the grassland.
Ke Muzhi nodded and used the whip in his hand to poke the weak spot of his good friend Zhen Zhenbo. Zhen Zhenbo quickly said: "You are the leader of the capital. The caravan is very big, with more than a hundred mules and horses, and it carries a lot of goods.
, those people said that they came from Han and came specifically to do business, but..."
"Father, just let me take someone to take a look?" Ke Muzhi quickly interrupted Zhenbo: "I will exchange all those Han people's things back at the least cost."
"Haha..." Riwo Buji laughed twice: "Have you all gone to see it? Zhen Zhenbo, tell me, what's wrong?"
Realizing that he had let something slip, Zhen Zhenbo turned around and glanced at Ke Muzhi in embarrassment. He did not dare to disobey the clan leader's order and stammered: "Those Han people brought a large number of guards. I think those guards look more like bandits."
"Oh?" Riwo Buji's face straightened: "Did they attack my herdsmen?"
Ke Muzhi quickly shook his head: "No, those Han people were very obedient and wandered on the grasslands, selling their goods to the herdsmen. However, the herdsmen did not get their father's permission and did not trade with the Han people."
Vala glanced at Riwobuji and said, "Father, could it be someone from the mountains who came out?"
Without waiting for Riwo Buji's reply, Ke Muzhi immediately said: "No, they are Han people. They said they came from the Han Dynasty!"
Riwo Buji raised his hand, and his sons quickly stopped talking. After thinking for a long time, they said: "No matter where these people come from, no one is allowed to trade with them without my consent. Send people to check on them and keep them in check."
Let’s see what they are going to do. If they are really those people in the mountains, then don’t blame me for being rude and allowing them to be arrogant for so many years. It’s time to settle the score.”
"Leksen, prepare our brave warriors. If there is anything wrong with those people, attack immediately. And you, Ke Muzhi, don't need you to go to the Han caravan anymore. Provoke Zhenbo is optimistic about your master. If
If he comes into contact with those Han people again, I will skin you."
"Oh!" Ke Muzhi looked aggrieved and unwilling.
"Yes!" Ren Zhenbo quickly knelt down and promised that he would take good care of his little master.
After leaving the leader's tent, Ke Muzhi got on his horse, and ran wildly along the vast grassland with Le Zhenbo for a while, venting the anger and grievances in his chest. Then he slowed down his horse and allowed his red horse to lower its head and gnaw on the newly grown thorns.
Green grass shoots.
"It's all your fault. If you hadn't been so talkative, my father wouldn't have banned me from contacting those Han people."
Rezhenbo lowered his head helplessly and said nothing. He and the leader's third son were born in the same year, month and day. Riwobuji believed that this was a gift from God to his tribe, so he made Rezhenbo a follower of his youngest son Kemuzhi.
The two grew up eating together, sleeping together, and playing together. Speaking of their relationship, it was much better than that between Ke Muzhi and his two brothers.
He raised his hand and whipped Zhenbo: "What do you think we should do? The porcelain bowl used by the Han people to drink tea is very beautiful. If I had known it, I would have exchanged it for a horse yesterday. Now I can't go back."
"If you don't go, you won't go. That porcelain bowl can't be used as food. It takes a long time for a horse to grow from a foal." Le Zhenbo felt that the cost-effective business that Ke Muzhi mentioned was not cost-effective at all.
"What do you know? If you give him to your father, he will definitely like it." Ke Muzhi thought for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "How about we go secretly? After changing it, we will say that we changed it yesterday."
"This!" Chao Zhenbo was a little embarrassed: "If the leader finds out, he will really kill me!"
"Haha, don't worry, it won't happen. I'm here! Drive!" Ke Muzhi thought of it and did it. He pushed the red horse under his crotch, and the red horse rushed out like an arrow. Zhen Zhenbo quickly followed.
Su Ren looked up at the endless grassland and felt very comfortable. The sky was high and the clouds were clear, and there were herds of cattle and horses. Among the Qiang people, these things were just grain. If they were transported to the Han Dynasty, the profit would be hundreds and thousands of times. The Han Dynasty lacked horses.
There is also a shortage of cattle. According to the law, anyone who eats cattle or horses will be spanked, and in serious cases, beheaded.
Stretching out to feel the cool air, he lay down on the newly green grass and looked up at the eagle circling: "Xiao Jinzi, pour me a cup of tea."
Huo Jin didn't come, but Sun Ermazi came and sat down next to Su Ren: "Boy, didn't you say that the goods you brought are what the Qiang people need most? It's been several days, and there's not a single one.
sell away."
"Don't worry, the market needs to be opened up. This is Qiang land and we are strangers. There must be a process of getting familiar with it."
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and Su Ren stood up and looked over. In the distance, two horses were running towards this side quickly. One was red and the other was black. They were both fine Qiang horses. Sitting on them were two young knights.
Su Ren glanced at Sun Ermazi, then stood up: "Business is here! Xiao Jinzi, prepare tables and chairs, the guests are here!"
Ke Muzhi lifted his legs from the galloping horse and jumped down. The bandits and guards around him looked envious. Ke Muzhi laughed loudly: "Han merchant, I'm here again."
This guy could speak Chinese, which impressed Su Ren. He quickly stood up and saluted: "Please, sit here!"
There were Taishi chairs around the square Eight Immortals table. Ke Muzhi saw this thing for the first time. He was surprised and kept rubbing it with his hands. There was a teapot and four tea bowls on the mahogany tray on the table. They were all snow-white, without any traces.
variegated.
Su Ren poured a glass of water for Ke Muzhi and another for Zhen Zhenbo, and said with a smile: "Sit down! The young master has gone and returned. He must have really liked this tea set. If you really want it today, I can give it to you."
It’s cheaper.”
"It turns out to be a set!" Ke Muzhi looked at the teapot and teacups placed together, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them.
Su Ren nodded: "This is a set of teapot, teacup, tray, table and chairs. If the young master likes it, ten horses will be sold to the young master at a low price!"
"What? Ten horses? Is this thing worth ten horses?" This made Manami furious. He didn't want others to think that his little master was taken advantage of.
Su Ren said with a smile: "The total of all the things here exceeds ten. I only accept ten horses, which is already a discount. Master, you must know that these things are rare among us Han people, not to mention that they have been transported thousands of miles to the Qiang land.
A cow and horse is nothing to you. You are my first customer, so I give you such a cheap price. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to negotiate with me if they didn't have twenty horses."
"Hahaha!" Ke Muzhi laughed and waved his hand to stop the urge to offend Zhenbo: "Ten horses are indeed not expensive. You Han people have exquisite things, so I bought ten horses!"
"Owner!"
Ke Muzhi ordered: "Jie Zhenbo, you go back now and send someone to bring ten horses."
Zhen Zhenbo stood still, his face turning from red to blue. He looked at what Ke Muzhi wanted to say, but he was afraid of losing the master's face. He held it in for a long time, and could only look at Su Ren with a murderous look.
Su Ren looked at the two of them and smiled: "Young master, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. If you can introduce me to the leader of the Yellow Sheep Tribe, I will give these things to you without asking for a horse."
"Haha!" Ke Muzhi smiled and glanced at Zhen Zhenbo: "Really? Why do you want to meet the leader of the Yellow Sheep Tribe? How do you know that I can recommend him?"
Su Rendao: "Young master, there is no need to hide it. This grassland is owned by the Yellow Sheep Tribe. Who among the people here does not know Mr. Kemuzhi? Since I want to do business here, I need to get the chief's permission. I am a good businessman, and I am willing to
Pay taxes on the goods this time, whether it is grain or linen, as long as the leader allows me to do business, everything will be easy."
"At the same time, I hope that the young master will tell the leader that I am here to do business. The elite soldiers gathered in the mountain col over there will not stay. Spring has come, and it is a good time for grazing. Don't delay the herdsmen because of our arrival.
A year’s harvest.”
"Uh!" Ke Muzhi blushed. His father, Riwo Buji, was very good at planning, but he didn't know that everything was under his control. He was quite embarrassed: "Haha, sir, he is such a wonderful person. In this case,
I will definitely bring it to you."
"Thank you, Master!" Su Ren chuckled: "Come here, pack these things and let Master Kemuzhi take them back." (To be continued)
