Today's Hami is not a city, not even a town at best. Hami spans the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains. The Yehu Ridge where we camped yesterday is probably part of the Tianshan Mountains. Hami is very small because the Hami River flows by.
Hami is an inconspicuous little place. The first generation of Hami people must have been immigrants. At that time, no one noticed this place at the foot of the world. It was not until formal business exchanges began that Hami's position gradually became important.
Although Hami is a small country, it survives in the cracks of Cheshi, Yanqi, Shanshan and other countries. It is precisely because of Hami's special geographical location that the three countries all regard it as a buffer to allow small Hami to live safely.
It has existed for so many years. This is also the reason why Hami cannot develop, because neither Shanshan nor Cheshi, Yanqi want to see a Hami that they cannot control.
The king of Hami is the mayor of this small town, and the scope of his control is limited to the surrounding thirty to fifty miles. Such a distance is really difficult in the Gobi Desert of the Western Regions, where even a dead horse may not be able to find anyone.
It's so small that it's almost negligible.
When Su Ren's troops arrived, the lively town immediately became quiet. It was not because their hair and eyes were different from those of the people from the Western Regions, but because their clothes were so shabby. Hami is a commercial town, where businessmen come and go to rest.
The people who can stay in Hami either own a camel caravan of hundreds of camels, or are merchants who have an unparalleled wealth and treasure. Of course, this extremely wealthy country refers to the country in the Western Region.
Almost everyone in the town stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Su Ren and his group, guessing where they came from and what they had experienced along the way.
The most luxurious wine shop in Hami has neither a name nor a signboard, but it occupies the best place in Hami. Behind the wine shop is the Hami River, and in front of the door is the main road of Hami. There is a huge livestock shed on the left and the city lord's palace is adjacent to the right.
.Because this wine shop is part of the city lord's mansion and belongs to the city lord's property. If people who come to Hami do not have a meal in this wine shop, it means they have not paid taxes to the city lord and will not be protected by the city lord.
Su Ren dismounted in front of the wine shop and looked up at the low, shack-like small wine shop. The walls were made of loess, and three or five thick logs were placed on top of the wall. Dead poplar branches were scattered randomly on the roof.
Even if a house is built, this is the tradition of the people in the Western Regions. This place is windy and rainless, and the roof will be blown away by strong winds at any time, so it is better not to build it.
At the door of the restaurant, a fat man sat quietly in the corner chopping mutton. The whole sheep was dismembered under his knife in two or three strokes, and then the mutton was removed from the bones piece by piece. The man's knife skills were very good.
There was no trace of mutton on the bones he picked. It was obvious that this man had been working for a long time, and there was already a huge pile of mutton bones around him.
A fat woman came out of the wine shop with a smile. The clothes of the people from the Western Regions could not hide her fat body. It is said that women from the Western Regions have graceful figures and charming looks when they are young.
Their bones are crispy. But when they get old, they look completely different. Their waists are as thick as buckets, their faces turn into millstones, and their skin looks like sandpaper. Coupled with the smell on their bodies, anyone who sees them will vomit.
Three times.
The figure of the woman in front of him was indeed not very good, but she smelled pretty good. He kicked away Huo Jin who was looking down at the woman's breasts. Su Ren smiled and said to the woman: "If you dare to be the shopkeeper, do you have a room?"
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The female shopkeeper's face was happy and she said: "Yes, yes, no one else's can be lost, and yours can't be lost! Your Majesty, you've had a hard journey, please go in with me and drink some grape wine to relieve your fatigue!" As she spoke, the female shopkeeper said with joy.
The shopkeeper's arms clung to Su Ren's arms, and he rubbed his huge breasts against Su Ren's body.
Su Ren was a little embarrassed and spent a lot of strength before pulling his arm out: "Thank you, shopkeeper, our horses also need to be taken care of." He reached out and took out a crystal clear gem from his arms and handed it to the female shopkeeper.
The female shopkeeper was even happier. She put away the gems and smiled at Su Ren. Then she turned around and changed into another appearance. She put her hands on her hips and yelled into the adobe house at the top of her lungs: "Are they all dead? Why don't you come out to greet the guests quickly?"
, What do I do with you bunch of wild boys? You all have no eyesight at all!" More than a dozen young men came out of the small wine shop, nodding and bending, and led Su Ren and their horses to the livestock shed next to it. The woman
The shopkeeper did not forget to give a few words of advice: "Use the best ingredients. The guests' animals have traveled a long way and will eat better!"
The inside of the wine shop is not as good as the outside. It has rough earth walls, no dazzling calligraphy and paintings, and no jade decorations. A bow and a pot of arrows are the only things. The room is not very big, and except for Su Ren and a few people, most people only
You can make do in the open space next to it.
Jingjie looked around: "Shopkeeper, if you have anything delicious, just bring it over. Don't worry about no one paying the bill!"
The shopkeeper smiled coquettishly and poured a glass of water for Su Ren: "This young master is no ordinary person at first glance. I don't worry, I don't dare to say how delicious it can be. There will be no problem in having a full stomach."
Everyone was going crazy with hunger. Three hundred people ate almost a hundred sheep. Other fruits, vegetables and wine were not included. The thorns gave the most strength, and they ate the most. One person wiped out one sheep, and he killed it three times in a row.
After holding a bottle of wine, he burped and leaned against the wall comfortably: "Not bad, but the taste is a bit strong, but the rest is okay."
The female shopkeeper smiled and said: "As long as you are satisfied with your meal, I can't do anything else. This skill of roasting lamb is unparalleled anywhere in the world."
"Honnu? But that man who kills the sheep in front of the door?"
"Exactly, he floated down the Hami River three years ago. The slave family rescued him. They kept him until now because he had such skills. Otherwise, he would have been killed by horse thieves if he wasn't feeding wolves. It's a pitiful person to say the least.
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Ying Guangji glanced at Hannu who was working outside. There were more than two hundred people waiting to eat outside the door. Hannu was walking through them alone. The three roasted lambs weighed at least two hundred kilograms when they hit the plate.
However, that stupid slave walked quickly and did not forget to refill the wine glasses for those around him. Ying Guangji glanced at Ah Da, who shook his head slightly and said that he did not have such ability.
"The shopkeeper has found a treasure! It's hard to find a guy who can kill sheep and also work."
"Hehe, you are laughing at me. If you can work, you can eat. He can't finish his meal in three days. In the future, this small shop will be destroyed by him!"
The female shopkeeper had a smile on her face when she spoke, so everyone took it as a joke. But Su Ren took a liking to this silly slave. There is a direct relationship between a person's strength and his appetite. Don't expect someone who eats half a bowl of gruel.
Being able to carry a hundred kilograms of stuff. The more you eat, the stronger your strength will be. Generally, there are three types of people with strong strength. The first type is martial arts masters; the second type is a fool; and the third type is an assassin.
In ancient times, cold weapons were used, and people could not be killed without strength. It was definitely not the romance of a handsome young man wielding a sword like on TV, but a bloody murder or a miserable death. Don't expect a ten-year-old child to be able to kill someone.
Killing a strong adult would only appear in novel interpretations. A simple slave has great strength and a strange origin. Such a person must have endless stories to tell.
After dinner, all that was left was to sleep. The guest room was the same as the lobby. When lying on the bed, you could see the bright sky when you looked up. Su Ren couldn't sleep under such circumstances, let alone having to spend time with Ying Guangji and Han.
Qing and the others were crowded together, making it even harder to sleep. Listening to the snoring around him, Su Ren put on his clothes again and walked out.
It was just after noon, the sun was not bad, and it was somewhat warm on the body. Hannu sat in the same place and slaughtered the sheep again, his eyes focused, and his knife skills were pure and unhurried. Every time he used the knife, no matter the strength or angle, it was
Just right, Su Ren remembered that he had learned a text called Cook Ding Jie Niu, and compared to his current state, this stupid slave would definitely be able to compete with Cook Ding.
Su Ren squatted next to Han Nu and watched quietly. Han Nu ignored him and continued to work at his own pace. Su Ren looked devoted and Han Nu acted seriously. When Su Ren felt
When Han Nu's feet were numb, he was almost buried in the sheep bones piled up beside him.
"Good sword skills!" Su Ren couldn't help but praise. But Hannu seemed not to have heard and continued to do his own work.
The female shopkeeper appeared at some point and said, "The guest officer's compliments are in vain. He is just a fool. He hasn't said a word in the past three years. Everyone asks the same question. Even when he is about to be beaten to death, he remains silent."
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Su Ren nodded: "It's a pity. Such a good sword technique is suitable for killing people. It is overkill for killing sheep."
"It's stuck!" There was a soft sound, and the knife in Han Nu's hand hit the sheep bone. Before Su Ren could turn around, the knife had already corrected its direction, and he continued walking down according to his own route.
The female shopkeeper laughed and said: "The guest officer is joking, he only knows how to kill sheep. Even though he is so strong, he doesn't dare to fight with others. Even that time when he was about to be beaten to death, he only squatted on the ground and hugged him.
If you let someone beat you on your head, you don’t know how to fight back.”
"Oh? Who would fight with a fool?"
"Who else could it be? Huns!" As soon as the words were spoken, the female shopkeeper knew that she had said too much, and immediately turned around with a smile and went into the room: "Look at me, I forget my work as soon as I talk, it will get dark soon, everyone
The guest's meal has not been prepared yet, so I have to go take a look now, we can't delay!"
The female shopkeeper left, Su Ren turned around and stared at Han Nu. Han Nu still worked so leisurely, as if Su Ren beside him was just air, whether he was there or not. Su Ren looked at it for a long time, smiled and turned around.
After leaving, he didn't see the cold light in Han Nu's eyes, which disappeared in a flash. (To be continued)