A Kushan man wearing luxurious clothes was chatting with a vendor. He used the most substandard Chinese to communicate with the struggling vendor. The vendor's attitude towards him was kind and lifeless. He racked his brains and made guesses.
Only then can you understand what he means.
"I only have three hundred coins with me...I am the prince of the Kushan Kingdom. Can I go back and get it for you?"
"Jun, this thing costs thirty yuan, not three hundred yuan. You can take these..."
"Want three hundred more? Or three thousand? Three thousand is too expensive! I can't afford it."
"This...I don't know what you are talking about. This thing is thirty, thirty coins, thirty coins!"
"This... Posuti, can you understand what he said?"
The chief envoy of Kushan, Nisejia, looked helplessly at the deputy envoy beside him and asked anxiously. The deputy envoy Posuti was also a little confused and said: "Prince, you allow everyone in the envoy to travel freely and go out for fun. We
The two of them don’t know Chinese, so... I’ve persuaded the prince a long time ago not to let them leave, but the prince just doesn’t listen... What will happen now?”
Nisejia smiled, and his smile was still very gentle. He looked at the vendor, frowned, and put the slightly rough bronze mirror in the vendor's hand helplessly, with a look of complete reluctance in his eyes.
, the merchant was a little helpless, so he simply sat down, picked up the note, carved it on the ground, and then carved it again, and impatiently carved it thirty times on the ground, and then he raised his head and looked at Ni.
Sega.
In front of Nisejia, he took out thirty coins from the money and handed the rest to Nisejia.
At this time, Nisejia realized what he was doing. He turned his head, looked at the deputy envoy beside him, and said with sudden realization: "It's thirty dollars!"
He laughed happily, picked up the bronze mirror, put the money handed over by the other party into his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "This is a reward for you! You are a good person!", he seemed like
Like a child, he hugged the bronze mirror and walked away happily, leaving only some astonished vendors. The vendors looked at him going away and shook their heads helplessly. These Kushan people are all fools. They have done it themselves.
Knowing it so clearly, he still gave himself three hundred dollars.
Watching Nisekia go away, the deputy envoy had a headache. The king didn't know why, so he sent him as the chief envoy of Kushan. This Nisekia is the younger brother of the current king. He is a very kind person and often steals.
He takes the money from the palace and helps the poor everywhere. However, he is obviously not suitable to be the chief envoy. He is only qualified in terms of status.
However, this prince was not only loved by the people of Kushan, but also by merchants and nobles. Everyone in the envoy also obeyed his advice. However, when big things happened, he often took responsibility for himself. This was really a hard job.
Posuti thought with a sad face.
At night, the prince returned to the inn, greeted everyone in the envoy warmly, and then sat down to eat with them. However, due to Posuti's full opposition, the prince reluctantly ate alone.
He was from a royal family, and the officials accompanying him were not qualified to eat with him. They were not from a noble family, and the deputy envoy was also very helpless towards this prince who was nearly thirty years old but had not yet grown up.
After a while, a group of people suddenly came to visit them.
As the chief envoy, Nisejia went out to greet him personally. The person who came had an extraordinary bearing and was extremely arrogant. He raised his head and seemed to have no room for anyone in his eyes. Nisejia was a little afraid of this person in his heart. This big Han official, with his
An accompanying translator came, and the translator explained to Nisega that this was an important minister of the Han Dynasty, and the emperor was planning to receive them tomorrow.
Nisega almost jumped up with joy. He looked at the deputy envoy and shouted excitedly: "Posuti, I think this emperor should be a very friendly person! He is so good to his people!"
"Is it?"
"Yes!" After Nisega answered, he was suddenly stunned, because the person who asked the question before was actually the important Han minister who had been standing in front of him. Not only him, but also everyone in the envoy, including the Han Dynasty, came with him.
The officials all had big mouths. Nisega's eyes widened, and then he asked in surprise: "Can you speak Kushan language?"
The official snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Nisejia turned his head, looked at the deputy envoy beside him, and said firmly: "No, I must learn Chinese!"
The next day, everyone in the envoy organized themselves and went to the palace with gifts. They had been in Luoyang for several days, and they had never seen the palace where the emperor was, but they thought about the splendor of Luoyang.
The building, I am afraid that this palace is also quite remarkable. Sure enough, when they saw this splendid palace, they were all speechless. Only Nisejia pulled Huangmen to ask about the bricks on the wall.
Can the stone be sold?
Poor Xiao Huangmen was about to cry. He couldn't understand what the other person was saying, so he looked at the translator on the side. The translator had a grimace on his face and really didn't dare to translate. He was afraid that after he translated, others in his profession would be ruined.
I'm going to be buried here.
When they entered the main hall, the emperor sat on the throne with hundreds of officials on both sides. After learning that the Han envoys received the warmest welcome in Guishang, the emperor also decided to welcome them grandly, with courtesy exchanges, ritual music, and greasy colors.
Jia also felt the solemn atmosphere and was no longer as restless as before. He walked into the main hall and paid homage to the emperor according to their etiquette.
The emperor smiled and asked them to get up. Nisega secretly looked at the emperor in front of him. The emperor was... tall, but very kind. He always smiled gently, which made him no longer so nervous.
The emperor noticed his look but didn't care. They came to Han for a long time, and the officials accompanying them also recorded what they did.
The emperor had no ill feelings towards this prince. It seemed that he was a kind-hearted person and not ignorant of etiquette. The emperor smiled and asked him to sit aside. Nisega raised his head and saw Wang Fu beside him. He grinned.
Smiling at Wang Fu, Wang Fu raised his head and ignored him. He also sat aside with some embarrassment.
When they met for the first time, the emperor did not intend to discuss directly, but wanted to host a banquet in honor of them.
During this period, the emperor also continued to talk to them. The two translators stood beside the emperor and were translated by the emperor. The prince smiled and answered. Soon, the emperor returned to his true nature, acting extremely enthusiastic, optimistic, and easy to move.
, he was dancing with joy as he spoke, and the officials looked at him strangely, with disdain. The deputy envoy blushed, lowered his head, and said nothing.
"You take great care of the merchants of Han Dynasty, which makes me very happy."
"Hey, Emperor, you don't know, that's because the goods of the Han Dynasty are very profitable. The goods we bought for ten gold can be sold for a hundred gold in Xi'an. Of course the nobles in the court will be friendly to the merchants of the Han Dynasty, but they are all
Not a good person..."
Hearing the translator's translation, the emperor was stunned. The deputy envoy on the side almost wanted to pinch the prince's neck. He kept winking. The prince looked at him and asked with some worry: "Are you suffering from an eye disease?"
The deputy envoy's eyes darkened. My wise and kind king, why did you send this guy to be the chief envoy? Even your unlearned biological son is ten times better than this guy!
Listening to the translator's translation, the emperor couldn't help it any longer and laughed loudly and said: "Countries and countries are judged based on their interests. The prince must not insult the ministers like this..."
The prince nodded, thinking about the Chinese he had learned these days, looked at the emperor with a smile, and exclaimed: "Spring. Or! Spring or!"
For a moment, the atmosphere cooled down, the translator shivered, the emperor was expressionless, and the deputy also realized that the prince seemed to have made a big mistake, and asked quickly: "Prince, what do you mean?"
"This is what the vendors along the road taught me. It means kind friend. Am I pronouncing it wrong??"