My Weird Life

  Chapter 844 Loess strange disease (12)

  The caravan businessman led Su Wu and his party to a secluded corner.

  He carefully looked at Su Wu's face for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the other party was a Han Chinese like himself. The businessman smiled, and opened the box in front of him, revealing a layer of straw laid flat inside the box.

  After removing the layer of straw, a pair of broadswords with black patent leather sheaths were revealed.

   "Little brother, how could you, a Han, settle in such a dangerous area as secret Tibet?

  These swords are all made in the official foundry, and the quality is very good. Now that the world has decided, Emperor Zhao Chen Qiaoyi will add a yellow robe, change Yuan Jianlong, and the country will be called "Song". It won't be long before these official casting workshops will be controlled by the government again, and maybe there will be no such sophisticated weapons for sale by then. , Even our caravan can no longer do the business of selling weapons.

  Look at these weapons, which one do you need? You can choose by yourself. "The caravan businessman was talking with Su Wu behind him, turned sideways, and led Su Wu and his party to come forward to pick weapons.

  Su Wu pointed to the weapon in the box, and Dan Zeng, who was beside him with bright eyes, immediately understood.

  He went to pick out the sword himself, drawing the knife out of its sheath from time to time to check the blade.

  Su Wu chatted with the caravan businessman: "When the army was in chaos, my parents and family were brought by the army to the border of Secret Tibet, and they have settled down here since then.

  I see that you are now collecting the herbal medicine 'Grass of Life and Death' in the Secret Tibetan Domain—after living in the Secret Tibetan Domain for such a long time, I have rarely heard that the Secret Tibetan Domain produces this kind of herb.

   Don’t know what this herb is good for? "

  Su Wu has never heard of the medicinal herb 'Life and Death Grass' during his years of activities in the Secret Tibetan Region.

   Dan Zeng also knows little about this herb.

   "This kind of medicinal herb has only occasionally appeared in the Secret Tibetan Region in recent years.

  Its roots are like worms, similar to 'Cordyceps sinensis', but the stems and leaves are like ginseng leaves, which are quite different from ordinary Cordyceps sinensis.

   According to rumors, 'Life and Death Grass' is a variant of 'Cordyceps sinensis' - this kind of herb only exists in the secret storage domain. "The caravan businessman explained to Su Wu, "As for the effect of this herb, one can guess from its name.

  It has the effect of 'reversing life and death'.

  It can restore life to people who have been "submerged in the loess" and live longer in the world. "

  When the caravan businessman spoke of the words 'flooded in the loess', there was apprehension on his expression.

Listening to his words, Su Wu was convinced that this "loess submerged" was not a false concept, but a fact. Settled in the hidden Tibetan area, it has been a long time since I heard any news from Han.

  Now that the world has been decided, the Zhao family has settled down in the world, and they want to see peace in the world, the disaster of war will be eliminated, and the grand scene of people living and working in peace and contentment will appear. "

  The businessman looked at Su Wu in surprise when he heard the sound.

  The conversation that the other party occasionally showed was quite good, not like the young people that can be cultivated in ordinary families of disorderly people.

   "I hope so..." The caravan businessman said with a smile, and didn't discuss too much with Su Wu.

Su Wu tentatively asked the businessman what the term "loess submerged" refers to. The caravan businessman did not disclose too much information to Su Wu. He only said that it was a disease that spread in the famine areas of Han, and only the "weed of life and death" 'Can delay the progression of the disease.

   Caravans and caravans travel the rivers and lakes, and they do business of "making life on the knife's edge", so they are naturally wary of outsiders.

  Although this businessman is a bit closer to Su Wu because Su Wu is a Han Chinese.

   But the closeness is obviously not enough for him to reveal some secrets about his own life and death.

  Su Wu didn't ask any more questions.

  Once the two additional knives were selected, Su Wu took out the money and paid the bill.

The businessman wrapped the knife in a black cloth and handed it to Su Wu. At the same time, he took only one silver particle from Su Wu's hand and returned the other to Su Wu: "It is also possible to see my compatriots in the secret Tibetan land. It's not easy.

  I only charge half of the money, just to keep the capital.

  Brother Su, take care. "

   "Take care." Su Wu cupped his fists in return to the merchant, and said, "If you need my help in the future, you can find me in Chawang Village, twenty miles away."

   "Definitely." The caravan businessman nodded in agreement.

   It doesn't mean that Su Wu looks down on Su Wu because he doesn't seem to have any power and status, but also the idea that he has many friends and multiple paths.

  Su Wu said goodbye to the caravan merchants with a sword on his back.

  —Now this caravan is also selling almost all the goods. After packing the boxes of goods, the people in front of the horse team blared the gong to clear the way, and the whole caravan slowly went away under the watchful eye of the people.

   "Let's go, we should go back too." Su Wu pulled Lunzhu and said to Tenzin.

  Dan Zeng nodded again and again, and followed behind Su Wu.

  His gaze was all on the sword soldier wrapped in black cloth behind Su Wu's back, and he refused to move away for a moment.

  …

  Jianma pulled carriages and galloped across the dim yellow plain, and the smoke and dust splashed by the horseshoes gathered into an earth dragon.

The vehicle was being pulled by strong horses, and the wheels ran over the potholes and stones on the ground, bumping endlessly along the way, and the parts of the carriage kept colliding in such bumps, making bursts of overwhelmed groans .

  In the dimly lit carriage covered by thick cloth curtains, a man wearing a thick black robe and wrapping himself tightly in a cloth towel sat in the carriage.

  The carriage shook and bumped violently, but the man sat upright in the carriage, maintaining a posture all the time, completely unaffected by the bumps.

   I don't know how long this shaking and bumping lasted.

  The sound of horseshoes outside the window gradually became slower.

  The members of the caravan whistled and shouted again and again.

  The entire caravan came to a halt.

The man in the black robe was standing outside the carriage, and the voice of the head of the caravan sounded: "Proprietor, we bought a total of seven life and death grasses in the last market, one three-leaf one, two two-leaf ones, and the rest. It’s Yiye’s, how do you think about it?”

"Stew it together with the meat and bones, add some mushrooms, and distribute it to the brothers." The "black robe" called the "proprietor" by Ma Guotou stretched out his palm in a black cloth pocket, and the black cloth pocket The palm was pressed against 'his' throat, and a weird sound came out from under the cloth scarf.

"yes."

   Ma Guotou responded and left.

  He took off the big iron pot behind him and put it on the simple stove built by the brothers of the caravan.

  The young man who went to fetch water from the nearby river came back with a few buckets of water, and a big fish was still hanging on the stem of hay in the other hand.

The young man poured half of the water into the iron pot, handed the fish to the woman who added firewood for the fire, grinned at the horse pot head and said, "Guotou, the fish here are so stupid, they are not afraid of people, I Knock one out with a stick, bring it back and let's make fish soup!"

  The head of the horse pot glanced at the big fish, and while washing the pot with the melon pulp, he nodded to the woman carrying the fish.

  The woman took the fish and turned back to the river, where she released the big fish.

  The young man opened his mouth slightly, looking a little dazed.

  Another young man who was the translator of the entire caravan before came over with a bundle of firewood, and said with a smile: "Remember it from now on, Xu Jing, when you arrive in the Secret Tibet Region, don't eat the fish in their river.

   No matter how simple and easy this fish is to get, it cannot be eaten. "

   "Why?" The young man named "Xu Jing" scratched his head and asked.

It was the young man 'Changchun' who was the translator of the caravan, pointing to the river at the foot of the hill, and replied: "If you have nothing to do, you can wait and see by the river—if you are lucky, you might see a corpse floating down the river. The corpse goes all the way along the river, and there are so many fish gathered around the corpse, you can't catch them all!"

  Xu Jing was stunned when he heard the words, and then his expression became a little complicated as if he realized something.

  After brushing the pot with the head of the pot, pour another bucket of water into the pot.

When the water boils, put in fresh beef and dried mushrooms in turn. When the aroma of the mushrooms and beef bones floats out of the pot, you take off the cloth bag you carry with you, and take a stick from the cloth bag. Twist the raw and dead grass one by one, and throw them all into the pot.

  The woman who added firewood to the fire, the young man who returned from fetching water, the old man who pitched the tent, and the whistle who was patrolling all over the place, all slowed down when the horse pot head untied the black cloth bag around his waist.

  When they saw a series of seven life and death grasses being thrown into the pot, their expressions suddenly became agitated.

"The proprietor ordered me to put all the life and death grass collected this time into the pot and share it with all brothers." Ma Guotou, who has always been unsmiling, looked at the few life and death grasses floating in the pot, and his face showed a rare expression. There was a smile.

   "Dongzhu benevolence!"

   "You have saved our lives, my lord!"

   "We must do our best for the host, and find the seven-leaf grass of life and death as soon as possible!"

   There was a voice of gratitude outside the car window.

  The person in the black cloth robe sat upright in the carriage, his body motionless, like a wooden sculpture made of clay.

  Not long after, a gap was opened in the curtain of the carriage, and a little sunlight poured into the carriage from that gap—the person in the carriage turned slightly to avoid the light—the horse pot head brought a bowl of broth to the edge of the carriage.

  The car curtain is rotated and restored to its original shape.

The proprietor of the entire caravan lifted the cloth towels covering his face layer by layer, revealing a face that looked like a newly molded mud tire. It should be a woman's 'mud tire face' from the appearance and eyebrows. On the top, the mud skin dried up and rolled up.

  The 'skin' like loess mud spread all the way to the forehead of the 'Proprietor'.

  The skin on Dongzhu's forehead is normal flesh and blood.

'He' took a wooden stick from the corner, approached the bowl of broth little by little, used the top corner of the wooden stick, pulled the broth to his feet, then got down bit by bit, and picked up the bowl of broth Bowl of broth.

   In the process of bending over, there were very subtle 'click' sounds all over his body.

   It was like the sound of a clod of soil cracking.

   Picked up the broth, put down the stick, and the proprietor held the whole bowl of broth, and drank it all.

   Eat up the three living and dead plants floating in the broth.

  Leave a whole bowl of beef bones and mushrooms alone.

  The proprietor let out a breath slowly.

  The yellow mud shell on the surface of'his' skin dried up quickly.

   turned into loess mud powder, shaking off his face.

   Shaking off the mud shell, the face is extraordinarily delicate and beautiful, like a flower and a jade.

  The current proprietor of this caravan caravan is indeed a woman!

  (end of this chapter)