my weird life

Chapter 842 Caravan (12)

The sun was low, and the blue sky was extremely low.

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

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

Rows of tall cypress trees stand beside the dirt road, and many common 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 medicinal herbs and fungi, and some people even squatted there holding a big stone.

On the periphery 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 transactions in the market are not 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 standing in front of their herds, and their target customers are also It's not the civilians and serfs who can't even afford to wear clothes.

"It's late..." Dan Zeng saw the scene in the market in the distance, and his expression was a little dejected.

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 today.

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 temples, and a tree felled by ordinary people at will is very likely It is a "thing with an owner", and even ordinary people themselves are "items" of nobles and temples.

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

After the manure of cattle and sheep was dried, it became 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.

That's why Dan Zeng was so depressed.

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

Is the caravan of the Tang people coming? "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! "

As he spoke, Tenzin 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's not because you have a sharp blade in your body that you have the intention to kill.

It was because of the deep-seated hatred and killing intent in his heart that he would draw the knife to kill after grasping the sharp blade.

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 heard the words and nodded.

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

The powerful Tang Dynasty has long since disappeared in the dust and smoke of history.

But traces of 'Don' are everywhere.

For example, ordinary people like Tenzin, who live far away in the secret Tibet area, still call the Han people the Tang people, and call the country of the Han people the Tang country.

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

It's that those Tang people 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, so he just said: "You haven't seen them before, they have a lot of people, and they brought a lot of goods.

No headman 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 dung, and the musty and smelly smell of all kinds of fur blankets are wrapped in clusters and spread everywhere in this market.

Dan chose a place and sat down with his family.

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

——Most of the commoners in the market are sitting in a similar posture to Tenzin.

Those who sit on their own slaves and carry stools with big horses and golden knives are all leaders who own several yaks, a dozen sheep, and even a few horses.

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

Dan Zeng's eyes flicked around, and his eyes moved with the movements of the leaders.

Whenever the headman looked at him, he immediately lowered his head, showing a dull look.

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

He has changed his own 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 below 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 was kind, but the several scars on his face clearly showed a vicious aura;

After the leading man, three more big men came slowly with bows and arrows, swords and guns, driving the big horses.

The three big men each only wore rattan armor, but they all wore a colorful cloak on their backs. The various colors on the cloaks gathered together, just like grimaces;
The armor and weapons of the men in the third and fourth rows are worse than those in the second row.

On their saddles hung gongs, bells, and horns;

Since then, the members of the middle section of the caravan have become even more mixed.

Some old people and women also began to appear.

But these old and weak were protected by the 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 saw this caravan of more than a hundred people walking slowly, and lowered his eyes.

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 people's caravan you mentioned, with unsold goods?" Su Wu looked at Dan Zeng with a smile, and asked Ten Zeng.

But Tenzin frowned, and whispered to Su Wu: "No, no.

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

"Ok?"

Su Wu raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced over the heads of the market in front of their respective herds.

Immediately, I found that the heads looked at the caravan caravan with some playful eyes.

There was something strange about the current incident.

The caravan stopped in the middle of the road, and a young man of 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.

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

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

The man turned 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 - revealing a long, one-person-high boulder inside.

Apart from the slight cracks on the surface of the stone, there is nothing unusual about it.

Pointing to the long stone in the black box carried by the servants, the Gabutou said to the young man, "I just got a strange stone, and you have to exchange fifty bolts of Sichuan 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 piece of Shu brocade can be exchanged for several cows and dozens of sheep——Now Nagabutou ordered people to carry only a mediocre stone, and he wanted to get fifty bolts of Shu brocade from the Tang caravan—— Such a request made the young people's faces change!
(End of this chapter)