My Weird Life

  Chapter 842 Caravan (12)

  The sun is low and the blue sky is extremely low.

  The boundary between heaven and earth has become less obvious in the secret possession domain.

  Su Wu and Tenzin's family stood on the hill, overlooking a cypress forest on the plain ahead.

  Rows of tall cypress trees stood beside the dirt road. Many ordinary people and small village leaders, carrying baskets on their backs and pulling yaks, gathered beside the road formed by people's years of walking.

  These people with different status and status put the goods they brought in front of them, forming a small market there.

  In this small market, they traded food, salt, cattle, sheep and livestock necessary for life, some rare herbs and fungi, and some people even squatted there holding a big stone.

  On the outskirts of the market, there are many ragged children carrying rattan baskets, picking up the excrement excreted by cattle, sheep and livestock.

  People come and go in the small bazaar, taking some things and leaving some things behind.

  Even though there are so many people gathered there, the commodity trading in the market is not considered prosperous.

   Even a little lifeless.

The cattle, sheep, horses, and animal furs brought by those high-spirited chiefs are simply unaffordable to the common people and serfs in the market—the chiefs are absent-mindedly guarding in front of their herds, and their target customers are not It was the commoners and serfs who couldn't even afford to wear clothes.

   "It's late..." Dan Zeng saw the scene in the market in the distance, and looked a little frustrated.

  He looked at the baskets carried behind himself, his wife and daughter, wiped the sweat off his face, and muttered to himself, "I've got all the cow dung picked up, and I thought I could bring something back..."

   Cattle and sheep manure is an important fuel in today's world.

Firewood and fuel are not so easy to get nowadays—everything on the land of Mizangyu, including grasslands, forest farms, fields, cattle and sheep, etc., belong to nobles and monasteries, and a tree felled by ordinary people at will is most likely 'Owned things', even ordinary people themselves are 'items' of nobles and monasteries.

  It is not advisable to cut down trees at will for firewood nowadays.

  After the manure of cattle and sheep is dried, it becomes the main source of fuel for serfs and commoners.

  The nights in the Vault are extremely cold.

   A piece of dried cow dung could even save a family of serfs at night.

   It's because of Dan Zeng that he is so depressed.

   "We are here today mainly to trade with the Tang people's caravan.

  Has the caravan of the Tang people come? "Su Wu patted Tenzeng on the shoulder and changed the subject.

They set off before dawn, and hurried all the way to this trading bazaar, which is said to be a "very close place" in Tenzin's mouth. Then Su Wu had to consider using some extraordinary measures.

"I didn't come, I didn't come." Dan Zeng timidly pointed at the chiefs who owned a large number of cattle and sheep in the market. He was afraid that the chiefs in the distance would notice his gesture and come to teach him a lesson. He pointed a few times He lowered his arms and looked at Su Wu, with a smile on his face, "The headmen's cattle and sheep haven't been sold yet!

   It shows that the caravan of the Tang people has not arrived yet.

  Let's go quickly! "

   Talking, Dan Zeng first walked down the hill.

  Su Wu pulled the silent Lunzhu, and Lamu followed Tenzeng, talking unhurriedly, "Do you often come to this place?"

   "I passed here with the headman's son on my back.

  Those Tang people traded farm tools, tea, silk, and good knives with the headmen.

   I see good knives! " Dan Zeng said with a smile.

   "You read it once and you remember it?" Su Wu also laughed.

"Hmm!" Tenzin didn't pay much attention to the beautiful silk, precious tea, and rare jade in the market. Since a long time ago, he passed the small market with the headman's son on his back. On those fine knives that glisten with silver and shine coldly.

  —Sometimes, it is not because of the sharp blade that the murderous intention arises.

   It is because there is deep-seated hatred and killing intent in the heart, and then after grasping the sharp blade, he draws the knife to kill.

Tenzin turned his head and saw Su Wu smiling, he scratched his head, and the smile on his simple and honest face became warmer: "Those Tang people came from far, far away, and they brought a lot of things, mainly with the lord. Buddhas and Buddhas trade with each other, but Buddhas and lords can't finish buying their goods, so they will stop every time they pass by.

   Those of us can trade with them. "

  Su Wu nodded upon hearing this.

  It has been more than two hundred years since he buried himself in the lair of 'Du Ba Ren' and practiced 'Devil Body Planting Dao'.

  The mighty Tang Dynasty has already disappeared in the dust and smoke of history.

   But the traces of 'Don' are everywhere.

  For example, ordinary people like Tenzin who are far away in the Tibetan region still call the Han people the Tang people, and call the country of the Han people the Tang country.

   "It's not that the Tang people brought so many things that the Buddha and the nobles couldn't finish them all.

   It's those Tang people who go all the way, stop all the way, sell goods all the way, and replenish goods all the way, so their goods seem to never be sold out. "Su Wu explained a few words to Dan Zeng.

  Dan Zeng didn't understand, he just said: "You haven't seen it before, they have a lot of people, and they bring a lot of goods.

   No leader has enough cattle and sheep to buy all their goods! "

  Su Wu smiled and shook his head, but did not speak.

   A group of four entered the small market.

  The grassy smell of cattle and sheep, the smell of manure, and the musty and smelly smell of various fur felts are wrapped in groups and spread everywhere in this market.

  Once you choose a place, sit down with your family.

  He was a little nervous, and he hugged his wife and daughter behind him like a dozing quail.

  —The commoners in the market are mostly in the same posture as Tenzin.

  Those people with big horses and golden knives sitting on their own slaves and carrying stools are all headmen who own several yaks, a dozen sheep, and even a few horses.

  These leaders are actually the 'protagonists' of this small market.

  Dan Zeng glanced around with a pair of eyes, and his gaze moved as the leaders walked.

   Whenever the leader looked at him, he immediately lowered his head, making a dull and dull look.

  Su Wu looked calm, looking at the end of the dirt road in the distance.

  He has changed his description. In the eyes of others, he is just a humble serf.

   Only Tenzin's family can see his true face.

   "The Tang people's caravan is here." At a certain moment, Su Wu looked at the dusty road in the distance, and suddenly said to Ten Zeng.

  Dan Zeng quickly raised his head, followed his gaze, and looked towards the end of the road.

  —The sound of horseshoes 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 there were several carts of goods brought by the "Tang people's caravan", they were not far from the level of "inexhaustible goods" that Tenzin said.

  A caravan of more than a hundred people came head-on.

  The man at the head is as majestic as an iron tower, wearing a patent leather armor, and the horse under his crotch is sleek, tall and strong.

  The man had a long knife hanging from his waist, and a short spear hanging from his saddle.

  His expression is kind, but the scars on his face clearly show a vicious aura;

  After the leading man, there were three more big men with bows and arrows on their backs, and swords and guns, driving the big horses slowly.

  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 cloaks gathered together, just like grimaces;

  The men in the third and fourth rows have worse armor and weapons than those in the second row.

  Hanging gongs, bells, and horns on their saddles;

  After that, the members of the middle section of the caravan became even more mixed.

  Some old people and women also began to appear.

   But these old and weak were protected by strong men in the center, and what they showed to the outside world was the image of the entire caravan's strength and might.

  Su Wu lowered his eyes after seeing this caravan of more than a hundred people walking slowly.

  The current caravan is undoubtedly a well-organized 'caravan team'.

   There are also some small caravans and wandering merchants mixed in the team.

   "Is this the Tang Dynasty caravan you mentioned, with unsold goods?" Su Wu looked at Tenzin with a smile, and asked Tenzin.

  Dan Zeng frowned, and whispered to Su Wu: "No, no.

  The Tang Chinese caravan I have seen has more people and goods than this one, and their team can line up from one end to this end! "

"Um?"

  Su Wu slightly raised his eyebrows.

  He glanced at the headmen standing in front of their respective herds in the market.

  Suddenly found that the heads looked at the caravan caravan with some playful eyes.

  At the moment, there is something strange about the matter.

  The caravan stopped in the middle of the road, and a young man with a shorter stature drove his horse out of the team. He dismounted and faced the leader who had the most cattle, sheep and horses at the easternmost side of the market.

The young man walked up to the headman, first bowed to the headman as a gesture of salute, and spoke fluently in the secret Tibetan language, and said to the headman: "Kabu headman, we have brought the best tea, Silk, and lots of iron.

  Hope to exchange for the cattle, sheep and furs in your hands.

  In addition, if there is a herbal medicine called ‘Life and Death Grass’, we would also like to buy some. "

  The man on the other end rolled his eyes, and did not respond to the young man's request first, but ordered the servant to bring a black box, and ordered the man to open the black box—a large long, one-person-high stone was revealed inside.

  The stone didn't look unusual except for the tiny cracks on the surface.

Pointing to the long stone in the black box carried by the servants, the Kabutou said to the young man, "I just got a strange stone, and you have to exchange fifty bolts of Shu brocade for this strange stone in my hand." !

  As long as Shu brocade, don't use Hu brocade and Fan brocade to deceive me! "

One bolt of Shu brocade can be exchanged for several cows and dozens of sheep—today, the Nagabutou ordered people to carry only a mediocre stone, and he wanted to get fifty bolts of Shu brocade from the Tang caravan—this is the requirement , Let the young people's faces change!

  (end of this chapter)